#he like pls give me your tips so i can use them against her if i need them

[kiillerqueen]

❝ I have a serious question for you. ❞ The male finds himself pausing for a moment to take a seat in the chair that his father had sat in for many years while he was the head of the family/ family business. ❝ How the hell have you managed to calm the raging fire that has been burning within my sister for years? I don't remember the last time she has seemed this calm natured. ❞ //@thewcllingtons

[crimsonbubble]

idea 5- rockstar Hongjoong. That's pretty much it. Anything with him. Either an established relationship, or signing an NDA just reader asking him to play her like he does a guitar cuz dayum that man is so fine playing one

Sweet Nectar

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, rockstar!hongjoong, exhibitionism, public sex, handjob, overstimulation, aphrodisiac, alcohol consumption, brief temp play *not proofread, just pure horny

[I need rockstar!hongjoong to finger me like he fingers his guitar pls and thank you] I strayed from the original request but I had this idea for too long to not write it 🙏

Hongjoong sensed something was off when your attitude shifted after giving him his drink. The private lounge wasn’t crowded but a good few people were lingering here and there. The music was loud outside, a low bass that rumbled in your chest.

He didn’t verbally question it though, just taking a swig of his drink and trying to focus on what you were saying. But after his fourth sip, he couldn’t hide the way his cock is begging to be let out of his jeans. He keeps shifting in his seat, trying to find a position that won’t put strain on his throbbing dick.

You laid a hand on his bicep, trying to gauge the emotions on his face. He looked back at you when you touched him, trying to steady his breathing. But all he can see is the smirk tugging at your lips. He looked between you and the drink, groaning as your smug smile widened. “Baby, what did-” You cut him off as you scooted closer to him in the booth. You clung to his left arm, squeezing at his bicep.

You rested your chin against his shoulder, trailing a hand down to palm over the obvious tent in his jeans. “Just stay quiet for me, yea?” He was more than well acquainted with that phrase; it’s one he uses on you when he fucks you while on the phone or when the hotel walls are too thin. He groaned again, his hips rutting against your hand. You wanted to tease him but the desire to see him try to hold himself together in front of all these people seemed more fun.

You tugged at his belt, hurriedly pushing at the button and zip of his jeans. Hongjoong jolted as your cold hand wrapped around his cock, throbbing against your palm. Hongjoong slipped his left hand between your thighs, using them as a way to ground himself before he floated off from the pleasure. You thumbed at his slit, slowly giving up on the teasing as you let him fuck into your fist.

Precum pearled at his tip making the slide even easier. Hongjoong’s chest heaved as he covered his mouth with his hand. He pulled your leg to drape over his, fucking your fist with desperation. Hongjoong’s hips stutter as he cums all over your hand. You can feel that he’s still hard and throbbing. You continued your pace, nonchalantly reaching over for your drink. Hongjoong sinks into the booth seats, pushing his hips out more.

He’s pathetically rutting into your hand, chasing another release. “Princess, please-” He didn’t know what he was begging for but he needed to say something, anything to calm himself down. He cums unexpectedly when your thumb at his slit, adding to the mess on his lap. He pulls you closer, hips still rocking into your hand.

“Princess, please. I need to fuck you right now. Don’t want to waste my cum like this. Need to keep it warm inside you. Please, princess, let’s go home.”

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

hi hi can i request smut prompt 2 and 12 with woosan pls?🥺 (any kink is fine with me) i love your work 🫶🏻

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #1

PAIRING: Wooyoung x f! Reader x san

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Dom! Wooyoung, Dom! San, eating out, face sitting, bossy! Woo.

A/N: I was so excited for this ooof, I absolutely loved writing this pookie

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PROMPTS USED:

"Crawl to me"

"I don't think ___ would mind a little show."

“Strip.” Wooyoung's voice was firm, just like his order. The tips of your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shorts, eyeing between the two men sitting in front of you. Your lower lip hangs in between your teeth, “I don't think San would mind a little show, Would you San-ah?”

Both of your attention turns onto San who sat back on the couch next to Wooyoung. The corner of his lips curled up, “Of course not.” His eyes held inexplicable lust in them, eagerly waiting for you to carry on with what Wooyoung asked you to do.

Finally releasing your lip from your teeth, you pull your shirt over your head in a swift move. San groans under his breath at the display of your red lacy bra.

Satisfied with his reaction – your fingers lower your Jean shorts, leaving behind your matching panties. Before you could reach behind your back to unbuckle your bra, Wooyoung stops you in your tracks.

“Stop. Drop down to your knees, baby.” Doing as he said, you were on your knees in a split second – waiting for what was to come. But you surely did not expect his next words, “Crawl to me.” San visibly was amused by the idea as he shifted in his position due to his obvious bulge – all while Wooyoung was as relaxed as ever.

You barely give it a thought when you move slowly on your hands and knees. Your ass popping out while your arched back made it easier to get a view of your butt cheeks. But Wooyoung's eyes settled on your cleavage, biting down on his lower lip as you took your precious time in crawling up to them.

“Well, aren't you a good little slut, princess?” You rest your chin on his thigh, shooting him a seductive glance, “Just for you, Daddy.” He gulps at the name, cursing mentally at how you affect him with the littlest things.

“Get on his lap.” Moving away from Wooyoung, you mount San swiftly – catching him off guard. You barely notice Wooyoung moving to stand behind you when San stares down at you with hungry eyes. “I know you wanna taste her so badly, should I let you?” San's hands tightened around your waist at the thought of finally burying his tongue in your heat, “Fuck- please Wooyoung-ah”

His sound of please was strained, barely hiding how bad he wanted it. “Get on his face.” Your eyes widened at Wooyoung but you didn't question him further as you now hoisted your thighs next to San's face, your dripping cunt hovering over him.

San's index finger moved your lace panties aside, his tongue eagerly licking a stripe up your pussy. The contact of his soft tongue with your cunt had you losing balance in pleasure. But San's hands come up to grasp your thighs, before pulling you down on his mouth.

“Doesn't she taste good?” You could notice the way Wooyoung palmed his bulge at the sight of his best friend eating you out like a starved man. “Like a candy” the muffled voice from under you shot strikes of pleasure up your spine, making your hands grip the head of the couch desperately.

San's tongue prodded at your hole, flattening against your cunt as he lapped up your slick. Your face was red from embarrassment at the loud noises filling the room but that was masked by the knot forming in your abdomen. “Ah- fuck- San- I'm cumming!” You let out a loud moan when your orgasm washed over you like a wave.

San gently moved you back onto his lap once you came down from your high. But you feel a hand intertwine with your hair strands causing you to look up at the person in front of you. “Tongue out, princess.” Wooyoung's other hand jerked his length feverishly, his cock twitching in his hand.

Your tongue juts out eagerly, and as if on cue, you feel spurts of his cum coat your tongue – some painting your face intentionally. Both of them groan from the sight of your face covered in Wooyoung’s cum, staring up at him as you wait for his next order.

©️ WOOYOUNGMYBELOVEDHUSBAND. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[onlyseokmins]

bereal • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, taking pics during sex!au Warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl, consensual pictures during sex that are shared to friends lol, swearing, degradation, objectification (tiny), a lot of oral (m. receiving), rope play (reader is tied up), marking, tiny use of toys, teasing, edging (m. &f. receiving), prolly oral fixation tbh, mentions of fingering (f. receiving), mentions of overstim, me thinking I'm funny again as usual, and like "you better cum fast" kinda thing fjkdsj um pls lmk if i missed smth WC: 2.5k A/N: helloooo I had no idea what BeReal was so this was a bit of an experience 😬 would just like to thank @/princessbetsy123-blog for their patience and understanding, I hope I did well haha also omg tumblr user onlyseokmins is writing non-sub gyu? show-stopping (derogatory) also huge thank you to @a1sh1teruu for the mingyu pic! ❤️ @princessbetsy123-blog asked: can you do any member where his BEREAL goes off during sex and their friends react? The reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and is tied up?

Ding!

⚠️ Time to BeReal. ⚠️

• 2 min left to capture a BeReal and see what your friends are up to! •

"Would you look at that, baby? What perfect timing, d'ya wanna show everyone how pretty you look?"

Your butt rests gingerly against the back of your ankles, wrists bound together behind your back. The soft ropes limiting your arm movements match the ones winding across your body that Mingyu spent over half of the afternoon tying, untying, and tying again with his large-ass fingers until he was satisfied after reading detailed instructions from Minghao.

Finally able to perfect the multi-colored knots and ties that looked absolutely lecherous yet stunning across your naked body, rubbing and squeezing all the right places. It doesn't matter whether you remain still like the obedient slut you are or wriggle and writhe in anticipation of what the man's going to do next to thrillingly torture you, you felt their restriction.

"Yeah, Gyu."

"The prettiest," he murmurs, thumb slipping under the ropes that accentuate your breasts. Your posture is helpfully corrected and uplifts your chest in a flattering manner so he can nip and suck as he likes without you wiggling away.

You mewl at the binds tightening, arching your back as much as you can while he traces patterns connected by the harsh love bites you can feel littered across your skin that he'd left earlier. 

Your body aches pleasantly all over. Having been edged for hours by now, it was well into the evening after a combination of intense, loving foreplay and the still-buzzing vibrator abandoned on the bed sheets from the distracting notification chime of his phone instead. You lean into his tickling touch as it slides up your neck, following more bites that scream "Mine!" all over.

"Mine," he confirms aloud with a whisper. "Will you let me show them how true that fact is?"

"Only… only if you let me cum." 

Your eyes close as he holds your cheek tenderly and aims the phone's camera lens. A sheen of arousal sticks to your thighs and no doubt ruined the ties around them with how much of a mess he's created out of you.

"Of course, love. I'd be an incompetent fool if I didn't and couldn't make such a pretty thing like you cum at least once."

He should've thought of that earlier, is what you want to snark back but you're too desperate to give him any attitude for his blabberings. He would never deny you anything for too long anyways.

Though you take the opportunity to bite lightly on the knuckle of the finger that somehow pushes past your lips, grazing your upper teeth down until right before his nail bed begins, opting to suckle at the tip instead. Swirling it around languidly and sloppily, saliva coating every inch of his finger to soothe the stinging indentation marks you feel out with your tongue.

"Dirty girl."

"Mhm, but I'm your dirty girl."

"Damn right you are."

He knows what you're playing at, what you're trying to prove. The vixen-like gleam behind those fluttering eyelashes as you dare to smirk — releasing his finger with a sickening pop that his cock wishes was it instead.

But he manages to hold back, intent on finishing his own little game before he fucks you stupid so you can't continue to tease him like this.

"One minute left. What position do you think would look best? There are too many to decide from."

Ever the photographer, Mingyu groans because he's utterly turned on (and continues to lose his mind over how good you look) but also due to frustration (again, over how perfect you are from every angle) for you as his muse sources an ever-flowing spring of inspiration. A blessing and a curse.

He's moving back and forth across the mattress, unintentionally jostling your tied-up form with his large body. You dumbly choke out "dick" when he nearly falls into you with the usual Mingyu-clumsiness you know and love. Luckily he possesses the brain cell at the moment to connect the dots between his covered crotch nearly shoved right into your face versus you actually insulting him.

"Baby wants my dick?"

You nod fervently, wishing you could reach your hands out and grab it. Instead, you opt to open your mouth as wide as you've memorized the impressive width of his cock, tongue lolling out as well for the heavy weight of it.

Mingyu full on moans — loudly — at your frenzied eagerness. Watching hungrily as your lower body shifts and your thighs squeeze together, skin straining against the tightened constraints of the rope. Evidence of how much you want him shows all of your body. From your lidded gaze to your puffy, neglected clit he can just imagine prettily between your legs — and it makes his chest swell in pride. 

He's quick to shed his boxers and absolutely cannot resist a little love slap to your cheek with his throbbing, aching dick. Smugly painting your cheek with a shiny smear of precum and tapping your awaiting tongue teasingly, not letting your lips wrap around him. 

Yet.

The timer is set and so is Mingyu's mind.

But yours is as well.

"Damn it, thirty seconds and I can't decide what's best."

You watch in mild irritation at the way he holds his dick with a frown of renewed concentration, bringing it in and out of the frame of his phone lenses. It's like he's teasing you again but this time not on purpose, the leaking head of his cock bobbing closer and then away from you. 

While you normally admire his talents at getting perfect, incredible shots on the first take, the purpose of BeReal was authentic pictures within the randomly selected global, two-minute time slot. Mingyu's pride was always on the line for some reason (probably a stupid bet between the boys). Only one snapshot and never a second late but at this point, all you cared about and wanted was some action. 

You're aware of how turned on he already is, watching the occasional veined palm rubbing against the growing bulge in his boxers. Stroking at it in the same motions as the vibrator he'd teased you with. A new set-up like this excited him (and you), evident by the dark wet stain where the tip of his cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. 

So, when he draws closer again, you lunge forward almost losing your balance but that just works to your advantage as you practically swallow and then choke around his goshdarn dick. Incredibly adept from tons and tons of practice, size training, and testing with his large package pays off, working to your advantage without an insane amount of prep work.

Mingyu lets out a hiss, a crazed look of insanity mixed with lust, affection, and wonder swimming in his narrowed eyes. He runs his hands through the sweaty black bangs strewn across his forehead, meeting your pleading tear-filled gaze with a huff.

"What, does my baby think she can make me cum quick enough?"

You answer him with your actions, rather than wasting words because your mouth is stuffed full of cock anyways. Though it doesn't stop the filthy gags as you take him boldly down the throat, bobbing and nodding your head in what end up looking like successive 'yes' motions, intent on pushing him over that edge. 

"Yeah, just like the pretty whore she is."

And as Mingyu's pretty little whore, you know exactly what makes him tick — or cum, for that matter. 

Stilling your head and swallowing around him several times before you have to back off for air. Not leaving him unattended for too long, you start nuzzling the underside of his cock as you catch your breath. Licking between his balls and mouthing each one with some special attention to make up for the lacking use of your hands. Following the prominent vein that leads all the way up to his swollen tip, collecting salty excesses of precum with a promised swirl of your tongue.

Rinse and repeat.

You make a point to meet his gaze every time his eyes flutter open with the most babygirlism look you can attempt with a cock in your mouth. Not that it's too difficult to achieve with how much you want him to give into you. 

"Desperate little slut, you want me to feed you my cum, don'tcha?"

Despite his words, Mingyu's already shaking after only three smooth rounds of your perfect little mouth routine. Teasing, tiny variations and switch-ups to keep him guessing with that one brain cell that's deteriorating. His resolve, especially when it comes to you, is terribly weak and crumbling by the nanosecond. It doesn't matter how defined his six-pack is as it ripples with each shuddering intake of air he breathes in or those toned arms that twitch, bulging and flexing as he tries not to break the phone in one hand or rip out strands of hair with the other. 

Even his thighs are trembling like a newborn lamb. Oh, how you wish you could place your hands against them but watching the muscles ripple in front of your eyes is rewarding enough. Although, your neglected pussy aches and you can't help but lightly grind against the back of your own shins searching for some semblance of relief.

And when he takes notice of what you're doing, that alone is enough to tip Mingyu over the edge. You know it before he does.

"Gonna… god, gonna give it to you, pretty baby. Fill up that dirty mouth of yours."

The low and guttural moan of pleasure turns into a pathetic whine full of frustration because you completely abandon his cock. Leaning back and away, you watch with thirstful glee at the way it bobs up and down, a shining mess from precum and your spit. 

But little spurts of white pool out of his tip, a painfully slow and almost stilted release because of the sudden departure of your warm mouth. He growls your name and swears when all you do is lick your lips with a smirk like a cat that was asked if it ate the missing canary.

"Revenge," you manage to croak out with a sore throat.

"Revenge, my ass."

Mingyu can't complain all that much given what tortures he'd put you through earlier but that doesn't hide the cute little frowning pout on his handsome face. He has enough wherewithal to re-aim his phone with his thumb poised over the shutter-release button. Predicting what you want as you lean in once more, tongue hanging back out as you bat your eyelashes up at the camera and incidentally — at him.

He can't help but curse you out a bit like you always do at him when the situation was switched. Muttering the filthiest, most derogatory rambles that have the empty walls of your cunt fluttering as he furiously rubs his aching cock with a large hand that barely diminishes either's size.

Finally, the successive ropes of white you've been waiting for spurt out, painting your face and landing on your tongue just as you like it. And you grin salaciously at the click of the lenses capturing the depraved image. Not just of you tied up on your knees, hands behind your back, lips swollen, and pretty face covered in splatters of white but the front camera catches Mingyu — albeit, pretty blurrily — throwing his head back and biting his lip as he cums.

And within seconds of the timer running out, he presses 'post'. Tossing the phone on the bed and pushing you down, the side of your body hits the bouncy mattress at the same time the inanimate object does. Mingyu easily loosens the ties and knots with a surprising amount of vigor despite his harsh panting, a wild look in his eyes. The vibrator that's still buzzing is increased one intensity level and you shudder in anticipation.

"You were saying something about revenge?" he questions with snark, lifting your thigh with his free hand, the toy coming closer to your dripping center — far away enough that it's not even close to touching you and yet you can still feel the powerful vibrations at a distance buzzing through the airwaves. "Where's that cute confidence now? Just opening your legs like the desperate whore you always are, hm?"

He spends the rest of his time working you consistently up to that precipice before dropping you like an elevator without its wires, unable to crash over that peak of pleasure. As if he hadn't done it earlier.

Again and again, with his fingers and that stupid vibrator until his cock has sprung back to life (in reality, isn't too long and yet it feels like forever). And then you're screaming, creaming, squirting, crying, and cumming over and over. Making a complete mess as he pounds your poor weeping pussy until you nearly black out, the both of you ignoring (or not even noticing) the hundreds of notifications lighting up Mingyu's phone.

*the8thwonder used RealMoji, :hao_disgusted:*

cherrycheol: well damn wish i could take back the time i just spent wondering what was keeping him from being the first to post 🤦

> gam3rbo1: u know gyu will do it w/o fail

> joshuahhhhhh: leave it to him to not miss a moment no matter what he's up to 🥴

*tangerineboos used RealMoji, :mingyu_is_loser:*

tangerineboos: can i report them??

> tangerineboos: their account IS private right?

> jeonghangel: why report she's pretty 🥵💦

> jeonghangel: altho i'd prefer NOT to see gyu's nutting face

> jeonghangel: THAT'S reportable 😒

> gam3rbo1: gyu might hit u jeonghan

> jeonghangel: 🤷 im into that

> tangerineboos: 🤢🤕 i'd prefer not to see at all 

> black3y3: i could help u w/that 👍

> black3y3: isn't that how his gf's acct got banned 

> dinostar: yes i reported her bc i thought her acct got hacked

> dinostar: turns out they just wanted to share their porn but forgot they were public 😃

*w00z1 used RealMoji, :jihoon_disapproves_15:*

realtiger: i thought pussies were banned

> junhehe: technically no pussy is seen

> realtiger: 🧐 SORRY i wasn't looking that close 

> tangerineboos: does hoshi even know where or what the pussy is 😂🫵

> realtiger: yeah man there's 1 in wonwoo's moment as usual 🙄💀

> gam3rbo1: pls don't bring matilda into this her fur is too shiny for ur greasiness

> junhehe: 🫰 matilda deserves the world 

> gam3rbo1: dni if ur not a matilda stan or jun ❌

> tangerineboos: yeah geez hoshi if miss tilda is a pussy wouldn't that make you one too 🤡🫵

> gam3rbo1: 🤨 i just said dni

> realtiger: lies and false slander i'm a tiger

> tangeringeboos: 🥊exactly. ur a pussy lolol

> realtiger: brb gonna go fight boo 👊

cherrycheol: ^ they won't be missed

> gam3rbo1: ditto

> joshuahhhhhh: at least seok hasn't posted or my eardrums would be bleeding

> dk21897: ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

> gam3rbo1: ope

> jeonghangel: speak of the devil and he shall appear

> joshuahhhhhh: 😮‍💨 no somehow the pizza he quick ubered just arrived

> dk21897: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it was late so I had to wait!

> junhehe: isn't bereal supposed to be authentic??????????????????

 > dk21897: why are you judging me when gyu is tying up his gf

 > dk21897: shoot i can't @ her acct

 > dk21897: BLINK TWICE IF U NEED HELP

> joshuahhhhhh: these noise canceling earbuds work wonders 10/10 rec

> jeonghangel: im sure she's just fine 🥴

 > dk21897: TMI

> jeonghangel: 🤷 u asked

By the time the boys have worked out their back-and-forth commentaries, you're laying in Mingyu's arms as he scrolls, occasionally showing you what they've said. Half-asleep, you snort, "Should we thank Hao for the help?"

"I mean we could, but he'll deny it all."

He does, of course, since it's a public announcement — and criticizes how Mingyu had tied the knots from what he can see. But he kindly sends a new resource PDF the next day, a sarcastic warning attached to keep such things private if the two of you don't want to be judged on your technique.

onlyseokmins: March 2023 ©

[seventeenpins]

triptych - pt ii

pairing: tommy miller x joel miller x f!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: after a shitty day, the man you've been chatting with all evening brings you back to his place only for you to discover he lives with his brother, an old flame of yours. they both fuck you. pre-outbreak. 18+

warnings: ooof i know i'm gonna miss something but here goes! multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy eating, dick sucking, ass eating/ass play, anal, joel miller is an ass man, double penetration, it's literally just porn there is so little substance here it's shameful, probably not incest but maybe a little??? like the brothers aren't into each other but their balls kinda touch so i'll leave that just in case..., light spanking, creampie, light breeding?, pls tell me if i'm missing anything important

a/n: wowowow i cannot believe how fuckin lovely y'all are, i hadn't been writing for years but i certainly never received so much feedback. thanks for reading and interacting and being part of such a cool and deeply horny community 😅 my asks are always open and i'd love to take on some requests! thank u to those who've sent some so far, i'm working on them now. besides requests, upcoming fics include a follow-up to bad girl and a vampire au 💕

also, thank you for indulging in this pairing!! (grouping?) i feel like a lot of threesome fics are very pro-joel with tommy cucking, and though they're fucking excellent, i wanted to give tommy some love and an equal place at the side of his incredibly hot brother.

check out part i

when you'd first sat down at that grimy dive bar, never in a million years would you have anticipated the scene that was unfolding in front of you now.

“shit," tommy says, "she looks so nice down on her knees for us, huh joel?”

joel looks feral as he stares you down. "such a good girl for us,” he agrees, “but we gotta see if that mouth can do more than talk.”

he's holding your wrists behind your back, while tommy grips a firm hand through your hair and unbuckles his belt with the other.

"open up, baby," tommy says, and presses one finger into your mouth and then another. he gently strokes his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing into your tongue, slowly going deeper and deeper till you're sure you can feel the digits at the back of your throat. you can feel that you've started to drool a little, and tommy lets out a little groan at the discovery.

"you think you're ready for me?" tommy asks, and you nod.

in one smooth motion, his cock is springing from his boxers and the head is pressing gently at your lips.

feeling just the tip in your mouth, you already know your jaw is gonna hurt tomorrow. you relax your jaw and open wider, and tommy makes a slightly strangled noise that you take as a great sign.

as he fucks into your mouth, your eyes begin to water and tommy notices, brushing the tears away.

"you're takin' it so good," joel lavishes his praise on you and you never want it to end, "such a good girl, aren't you? keep that throat nice and open for my brother, won't ya? i know you wanna relax into it, baby, let him see just how much you love havin his dick down your throat."

it makes you moan, his words making you almost uncomfortably wet. tommy keeps thrusting down your throat, hips occasionally stuttering.

"shit, honey-" tommy says, and chuckles at your whine when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, "you're suckin' it so good, i need a break or i'm gonna come in that pretty mouth a whole lot sooner than i mean to."

joel drops your wrists and backs up to the sofa.

"why don'tcha sit on my lap, darlin'?" he grins, and pats on his inner thigh, his cock visibly straining in his jeans, a little damp patch visible where you're sure the tip is.

"only if you take your pants off," you say, and joel's eyebrows shoot up.

joel considers. "fine, but we're gonna work you up real nice before you get to sit on anyone's cock.

once you're sat on joel's lap, his cock straining against his boxers, tommy’s kissing you with such frenzied passion you feel dizzy. the sensation is only heightened when joel runs a knuckle down your spine, dragging over each vertebrae, massaging and tantalising. then both hands are grabbing at your waist and over your hips as if mapping you out. it’s not overtly hungry, not yet, but there’s a sensuality to it you didn’t quite remember from your brief and ill-fated encounters with joel years back. you're suddenly hit with a pang of sadness that you never stayed in touch. you would've liked to see him get his first grey hairs. instead it feels like you hit fast forward and jolted ahead.

joel's close behind you and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he pulls down the neckline of your top and licks a line along the hollow of your collarbone and back up to your ear, and the drag of his tongue is delicious. he nibbles on your earlobe and the sensation draws an obscene moan from your lips. 

tommy’s close to you, too, his big hands cupping your jaw as he kisses his tongue deep into your mouth, running it along your teeth. his cock is still hanging out from his jeans, thick and hard, and you don't try to disguise the way you stare at it as you look him up and down.

"you've got far too many clothes on, sweetheart," tommy grins, and you pull off your top. before you can unhook your bra, joel's already unfastened it and is helping you pull it off.

tommy drops to his knees now, licking and sucking at your nipples, as joel unbuttons your pants, unzips them, and helps you lift your hips to yank them off of you.

the graze of tommy's teeth against the sensitive flesh of your breast makes you whimper and rut up on joel's thigh, and the brothers both laugh at your desperate noises.

"shit, she's needy, ain't she?" joel teases as he grips your waist with one hand and lets the other drag down to your panties, holding you in place while he starts to rub his fingers along your slit through the damp fabric.

he tugs at the band of your lace panties and ponders for a moment. "you partial to these?" he asks, and you shrug, "not particularly".

"good," joel says. that's all he needs to hear before he's tearing them apart and dropping the tattered fabric aside.

"well now you're just putting on a show," you tease, and he laughs but doesn't disagree. he just strokes a finger along your folds.

"i think you're a girl who likes a show," he tells you as he gathers up a little bit of your slick and slides it along your pussy. "now, what else do you like, darlin'? you want me to play with your lil clit? or just finger fuck you?"

"both," you whine, "any of it. all of it, please-"

he teases a finger into you very gently, just a little press that goes a little deeper each time he pulls it out and presses back in, till you realise he's sinking it in all the way to the hand with each thrust.

right as he adds another finger, to your surprise, tommy drops to his knees. he spreads your thighs wider and looks up for a moment, and you think you can feel joel nod behind you. that's all it takes, and tommy dives in. joel thrusts his fingers into you more urgently as laves kisses on and around your clit. he deepens it, pressing harder, flicking his tongue furiously along your swollen nerve endings and there's enough sensation that you know you won't last long.

"yes, that's it," you cry, and now it's your turn to grab tommy by the hair and press his face right where you need it the most. you're grinding up on his tongue while joel steadily continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you know you couldn't be quiet even if you tried.

"fuck," your words sound more like sobs now and you really don't give a shit, "keep going, just like that, joel you can go harder, tommy yes, lick my clit like that, i'm gonna- i'm gonna come-"

"good girl," joel talks you through it, "letting us take care of you like this. you need us to fuck you stupid, don'tcha? you're gonna leave here in the mornin' all stretched open, feeling us deep inside ya for days, huh?"

his filthy words are all you need to teeter over the edge- "fuuuck!" you scream, and you're positively panting now, verging on hysterical. you know joel can feel your pussy clench around him, you're so wet you're worried you've ruined joel's jeans, and you're so overstimulated that you can't speak more than a syllable or two at a time.

"oh you come so pretty," tommy says, pulling away from you to speak. you can see the way his lips are glistening with your slick before he kisses you on your inner thighs, peppering the soft skin with attention.

then, your eyes practically roll back in your head as he dives back in.

joel hasn't stopped fingering you, either, and once tommy's mouth is back on you, joel presses his fingers back into you more deeply again.

"shit, it's too much, i don't think i can take another this quick-" you try to say, but joel shushes you.

"i can already feel it coming," joel tells you, "can feel how your thighs are trembling, how you're already clenching down on me."

you're treading dangerously close to uncomfortably overstimulated, but you're also so completely turned on, you barely care. if you're gonna die in pursuit of a nut, so be it.

"fuck, you're right-" you tell joel, and tommy moans into you letting delicious vibrations pulse through you, and that sends you over the edge again.

you thrust and writhe and rut against them both, and tommy shows you mercy this time, drawing back and letting you get a little relief from the overwhelm of sensation instead of keeping his mouth on you.

you need a moment to catch your breath, and both joel and tommy rub soothing circles into your skin, joel's hands on your hips and tommy's on your thighs, and it feels exquisite.

"that's it, sweetheart, that's it-" joel soothes, and though your breathing's evened out, you know your thighs are still shaking.

tommy's licking up the arousal from between your thighs as if cleaning you off, and he looks up at you with almost dopey, half-lidded eyes, grinning.

"you taste like heaven, honey," he says, and he looks almost as fucked out as you feel. all this from eating pussy, you wonder, and that's another point in the favor of tommy miller being a man who likes to take care of fine things.

"i think i'm gettin' jealous now," joel teases, "i might need a taste, too."

without another word, tommy kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on his tongue. joel tilts your head back to meet him, and he kisses the taste from your mouth, groaning as he does it.

the sounds they're both making are so fucking hot, you love how they emote. there's nothing as unsexy as getting fucked by someone who stays absolutely silent throughout, and hearing them as pathetic as you feel works you up even more.

"what do you need, sweetheart," joel asks, and he's running a finger along your swollen folds now, teasing and torturous.

"you want us to fuck your pussy and your mouth," he asks, and moves to stroke a finger along your cheek, "you wanna have a big cock on either end of ya?"

you shake your head and joel raises his eyebrows.

"tell us what you want, baby," tommy says, and joel drags his fingers back along your pussy before tentatively using his forefinger to circle your asshole.

"please, joel-" you realise you're begging and it draws a laugh from tommy.

"you're a naughty girl, aren't you?" tommy asks, and the way he's grinning tells you that he wouldn't want it any other way.

"wanna feel full of you, both of you-" you whine.

"you gotta tell us, else we won't know what you want," joel says. from his tone of voice, it's clear he knows exactly what you want, but you need to beg for it.

"my pussy. and my ass. wanna ride both of you, feel both of you, get fucked by both of you-"

"jesus christ," tommy moans, "i bet we can make that happen, huh, big brother?"

you turn around to look at joel and his pupils are so blown, his eyes look black.

"bedroom." joel says, and it isn't a request.

tommy scoops you up in his arms and follows joel to his bedroom.

"drop her right here," joel says to tommy, and you're deposited on the edge of the bed, joel kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"looks so pretty for us," tommy says, and he sits down in an armchair near the foot of the bed and starts stroking his aching cock.

you'd been so fucked out already, you almost forgot you'd done almost nothing to take care of them. tommy's cock looks almost red and angry, and joel's is still tucked into his boxers, but the damp spot is spreading and it looks so thick through the fabric.

"let's get you ready for us, sweetheart," joel says, and without any more warning, he hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you up, legs spread, knees hanging over his shoulders. "i'm gonna eat this cute lil asshole, baby," he says and spits on your tight hole before rubbing his thumb gently against it, spreading the saliva.

he teases you with his tongue a little, testing it before pressing it flat and licking along it. you moan, and he growls against you.

you learn very quickly that joel miller is an ass man.

he eats ass like he was made for it, growling into you, spit dripping down his chest as he keeps your legs propped up on his shoulders, your thighs held in place with one arm. you're gasping through your moans and joel is drawing circles around your hole now, popping a finger into his mouth, and tentatively pressing it into the tight ring of muscle. it's fucking animalistic and you don't think anything could possibly make this better, until you notice the moans coming from tommy and the wet sounds of him furiously fisting his cock.

you're already fucked out from your first orgasms that you're practically boneless and limp, totally relaxed in a way you didn't often get. it made the feeling of joel fucking his fingers into you more glorious, building you up in a way you're not used to.

he makes quick (but thorough) work of opening you up, till he's got three fingers in your asshole and tommy's telling you how beautiful you look through his own choked moans, and you think you might lose your mind as you pant and grind and whine and joel isn't saying anything because his mouth is far too busy.

he pulls back and takes a good look at you. with someone else you might feel uncomfortably exposed but instead, you see hunger and desire in the brothers' and you know this is affecting them at least as much as it is you.

"i think we've got ya ready," joel hums, and he turns to look at his brother, "wanna check?" he asks, and tommy stands up and walks over.

you know you feel loose and ready, but the simple act of tommy popping a finger into your mouth to get it wet and then tracing it around your asshole, examining the preparation, drives you insane.

"i think she'll take it good for us," he grins and your heart flutters, "good girl," he says to you.

"you ready for us?" joel asks, and you nod.

"fuck me," you tell them.

joel lowers you down from his shoulders and tommy lays down on the bed before beckoning you.

"giddy up, cowgirl," he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes but take your cue.

you crawl up the bed, straddling his legs and then hovering over his cock which he's holding aloft.

"you good, baby?" he asks softly, and it's incredibly sweet in a way that makes you want to eat him up alive and also get fucked within an inch of your life by him.

"fuckin great," you tell him, and you pull him into a deep kiss before relaxing yourself over his cock, letting the head press into your pussy and sinking down onto it.

"jesus christ," he chokes out, and he sounds so desperate you can't help but fucking down on him, your ass slapping as you, move, his cock pressing so fucking deep into you and then you feel joel approach you from behind his hands gently running over your asscheeks and you know he's feeling the way your flesh bounces as you get off on his brother's cock. then, his hands are off of you, you hear the squirt of a lube bottle, and suddenly joel's thick lubed tip is pressing against you.

you try to thrust backwards towards it, but almost pull off tommy's cock fully, and it's like you're trying to ride both ends of a dick seesaw.

joel notices your frustration, laughing as you writhe.

"patience," he says, and delivers a sharp smack to your ass that thrusts you deeper onto tommy's cock. then, you can feel joel pressing into you, inch by inch.

once his cock head is fully sheathed in your tight ass, you take a moment to breathe before you start to find a rhythm that'll get all of you off at the same time. it takes a moment, and a few adjustments by all three of you, but before you know it, you can feel tommy brushing against your cervix and joel fully fucking into your asshole, practically rearranging your guts. with each rough thrust, they're fucking into you as one.

you're all moaning, gasping for breath. the slapping of skin against skin is delicious, and you're certain joel's balls are smacking against tommy's and you're not sure if it's weird or the hottest thing you've ever experienced.

you feel so full, you feel so fucking full it's perfect, it's delicious, you wanna be split open like this for the rest of time, want to feel two fat cocks using your holes for their pleasure, for your pleasure, because it all just feels so fucking good.

"fuck," tommy says, and it's the first thing any of you have been able to vocalise for a minute, "i'm gonna-"

"come in me," you tell him, cutting him off and he shudders.

that's all he needed before it hits him and he lets out a deep groan and unloads deep into you. it sets off a chain reaction. you come next, clenching around tommy's cock and exploding with a sob, your entire body shaking uncontrollably, and that tips joel over the edge, too as you whine at him, "come in my ass, joel-" and then he makes a strangled noise and you feel his balls tighten and hips stutter and he's unloading in you, pulse after pulse of thick come.

you lay there, tommy beneath you and joel on top of you, their cocks still twitching inside of you. gently, you tap joel's hip and he grunts and rolls over, pulling out of you. you gingerly pull yourself off of tommy, and then immediately collapse between the two of them.

"well, shit," you say, so totally blissed out you're floating on a whole other level.

"jesus christ," tommy says, and then joel starts laughing and it's the best thing you've ever heard.

"you doin' alright, darlin?" joel asks, "we take good care o' ya?"

you nod, consumed with so much euphoria you can't use your words properly.

"good- good joel," you say, "good tommy," you pat them each on the thighs and joel snorts.

tommy pops off the bed for a moment and rummages around in the other room before coming back to ask, "need a hit?"

you nod and he places the joint between your lips and sparks it. you take a deep inhale and slow blink as you sit yourself up and look at both of them.

"let's clean ya up, darlin," joel says, and, as it turns out, tommy brought a washcloth as well as weed. and he had my priorities straight you think.

"if you want me out of your house," you tell them, "you'd better tell me now so i can call a cab. otherwise, i'm gonna pass out here in the next twelve seconds."

"i won't be here in the morning", joel tells you, "got an early shift, but as i recall, tommy's specialty is box pancakes and they sometimes turn out edible."

tommy playfully slaps at his brother, and then kisses your cheek. joel kisses your cheek, too. tommy cleans you up a little, and you fall contentedly asleep between these two beautiful men.

the last thing you think before you drift off is fuck that promotion, it's not such a bad day after all.

[brooooswriting]

Hi! Can I pls request Wednesday x female!reader where reader gives Wednesday a scorpion plushy? I just think it’d be really cute, or as cute as it can be with Wednesday😅❤️

My first Wednesday story😱😱

A Plushy?!

You loved giving gifts, it was your way of showing love. You constantly got Enid new nail polish, Yoko some sunglasses, for Thing you bought new hand cream and every now and then you got some things for Ajax and Bianca when they reminded you of them.

So it was no surprise to anyone when you just had to buy the black scorpion plushy. It was so cute, yet so dark and scary, plus it reminded you of the pet she had when she was a kid. Enid thought the same as you and couldn’t wait to see Wednesdays reaction.

“My love” you called out as you and Enid walked into the dorm to find the black haired girl tipping at her typewriter. “You came back rather quickly” it wasn’t the nicest greeting but hey? You decided to walk into her writing hour. “How long are you gonna keep writing?” You asked as you sat on her bed next to Thing who gave you a nail polish. “20 minutes then I’m all yours” the last part was quieter and barely audible but it still made you smile. “Alright, I’ll paint Things nails in that time”

You were really giddy the whole time signing to Thing what you bought Wednesday and he couldn’t stop “laughing” afterwards. “Thing! That’s not funny! Do you think she’ll hate it!? Maybe I shouldn’t give it to her?!” You never really gifted Wednesday something personal as you were rather scared of her reaction. Sure you got her black nail polish, new black sheets or something like that but never something personal.

“Shouldn’t give me what?” Being so into overthinking you hadn’t noticed that Wednesday stood up and came to you. “I - uhm - well, I got you something… it’s y.. you know- nothing great but…” you started to ramble while getting her present.

Wednesday was confused at first but couldn’t help but beam at the present and even more importantly, you. Sure, she always was this hard, dark and not really friendly person but when it came to you? She was pudding in your hands and the fact that you still remembered the story she told you? It made her little black heart beat faster than it should. “This is certainly something” was the first thing she said, her voice kinda rough. Enid and Thing took that as a sign to leave.

The moment the door closed Wednesdays behavior changed. “He’s really dark, I adore him. Thank you” she mumbled as she sat next to you on her bed, both of your backs against the headrest and the scorpion on her lap.

“Well, he reminded me of what you told me from Nero. I know you don’t really wanna talk about all that but we all need some things that remind us of the past” you told her as you shifted a bit closer. “I don’t know if I want something that reminds me of a time where I wasn’t with you” what came out of you mouth shocked the both of you but at the same time you knew that she meant it. “Well, you have to keep him now, if we bring him back he’ll be sad” you told her laying down on the bed and pulling her with you.

“We won’t bring him back. But You’re kidding right?” You grinned and cuddled into her side, between you two laying the black scorpion plushy. “If Enid gets wind of this, I will kill you and her” Wednesday threatened you which made you giggle while put a hand on your cheek. Softly kissing your lips she mumbled another thanks.

You stayed in her dorm until it got late and Principal Weems appeared in Wednesday’s dorm causing the both of you two separate. “Miss Y/n, thought I’d find you here” said the tall woman as you smirked up at her. “I’m already leaving, I’ll see you tomorrow Wens” you said as you stood up, “good night, Cara Mia” she mumbled to you as you walked out.

“Good Night Wednesday”

“Good Night Principal Weems”

Before the door closed completely her head appeared again with a knowing grin. “Cute plushy by the way”

Let’s just say Wednesday has never been so embarrassed, but hey everything for the girl she loved.

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So I hope you like this :)

[oreolemur]

Hey... I loved your fics so much... can you please write a story where Gojo and reader(female reader) are married but geto Noncons her when Gojo wasn't at home and when Gojo come back to home and saw those.... Geto made Gojo believe that the reader made him do that .... ( Pls give it a interesting ending)💖

Enjoy!

“You don’t have to do this”, you cried , lying underneath Geto. He had you tied to you and Satoru’s bed. “Please, Geto”. He stripped you down to nothing, removing his own clothes as well. The man got on top of you, smiling. “Stop begging”, he said. “You know you want this. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Especially at your own wedding”.  Geto lowered his head, staring deep into your eyes. “Besides…it’s just the two of us here anyway. I knew the moment you opened that door it was an invitation to fuck you”. He kissed your lips, forcing  a whine out of you. His tongue forced its way inside your mouth, licking the inside of your cheek. A trail of spit came out as he pulled away from your face. “Geto please”, you cried more. He rubbed his thumb over your lip, soothing you. “Shh. It’s ok”, he chuckled. 

His hands roamed your body, fondling your breasts. He squeezed them, pulling and pinching at your nipples. “I see why Satoru is obsessed with you. You have a nice body”. He leaned into your chest, latching onto your tit. “Mm”, he moaned, sucking. His finger flicked your other nipple, twisting it in between his thumb and index. Geto looked up at your tearful face. He took your tit out of his mouth, slapping it. “Stop crying, honey”, he cooed. “You’re just making me harder”. You looked down, seeing the boner he had. “Stare at it longer and I’ll get you pregnant”, he warned. He began to stroke his cock, making you uncomfortable. You looked the other way, but Geto grabbed your face. “Ah ah, look at it”, he ordered. You tried your best not to, but his grip only tightened. “Look at it, y/n”, he said.

Without a choice you had your eyes glued to his dick. He jerked off slowly, inching closer and closer to your pussy. He rubbed your clit with his tip, causing you to blush. The man chuckled, seeing your reaction. He pumped his cock faster, letting out small moans as he was close to cumming. You watched it pulsate right before loads of white thick liquid spurted out of the tip. You felt his warm cum land on your cunt. “Look what you made me do”, he said, rubbing his cock on your pussy. He slipped the tip in, stretching open your walls. Geto folded your legs, making your knees press against your chest. He shoved his cock deep inside you, smiling. “You’re so tight too”.

He fucked you hard, bruising your cervix. You cried out in pain as you begged him to stop. “It hurts. P-please stop”. He wiped away your tears with his thumb. “Not until I’m finished”, he said. You felt his dick slid in and out of you as he moaned. Geto’s cock fits snugly inside you. “You take me so well”, he grunted, fucking you harder and deeper. Just as he was about to spill his load into you, Gojo walked into the room. He stared at the two of you. “Satoru…please get him off me”, you cried. Geto looked at him, smiling. “Oh Satoru…looks like you came at the right time”, the man chuckled. Gojo lunged forward, punching him in the face. “Untie me”, you begged him. Satoru undid your restraints, making you cover up with a blanket. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”, he asked Geto.

The long-haired male sat on the floor, laughing. “What’s wrong with your wife? She’s the one who wanted me”. He got up, proceeding to dress himself. “He’s lying, Satoru”, you said. “He raped me”. Gojo was furious, he walked over to his “best friend”, sending blows to his face. The two fought on the floor, making you cry even more. “How could you!?”, Gojo shouted. Suguru couldn’t stop laughing. “She wanted it”, he said. Satoru kept hitting him, but you begged the man to stop. “You’re gonna kill him”, you said. He sent one final blow to his face, making the blood from his nose drip onto the carpet. “Get out”, the man said. Geto stood up, wiping his nose. “You don’t believe me do you, Satoru?”, he asked. “But, you’ll see sooner or later”. With that being said, Suguru left. Gojo comforted you as you cried into his chest. “I’m sorry, darling”, he said. 

❤~Time Skip~❤

After that day, something changed inside you. You couldn’t get over what happened. “I can still feel his hands on me”, you said, getting out of the shower. You wondered what you could’ve done to provoke him. After all, it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy him fucking you. That’s right. You loved what he did. Thoughts of Geto flooded your mind as you felt your clit beating. “This isn’t right”, you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t. You spread your legs, sitting down on the toilet. “This is the last time”, you told yourself, beginning to masturbate. You felt bad, but what else could you do? You moaned loud, calling out Geto’s name. “Geto…Geto”, you whined. Your fingers worked your clit hard. You squirmed around in pleasure, wishing the man was here. “I can’t tell Satoru about this”. Little did you know, all that moaning you did woke him up. His ears were pressed against the door, listening to you. His heart shattered. “So he was right”.

[outofboundsarchives]

all my self-dignity leaves once incel!charlie is brought up pls bring him back ):

I'm so bad at writing about incel behaviors in a relationship, so here's him being a perv before you two start dating.

/Fem reader/

CW for: Stalking, Somno, manipulative behavior, pervy behavior

(Also send me your requests🖤)

•Charlie has always been perverted. He just knew how to hide it.

•You had been friends with Robbie first, which Charlie pushed for you two to become closer because he knew it would give him the opportunity to be around you and create common ground.

•The most he had been able to get from you was when you so graciously stood next to his desk as you talked to one of your friends that sat next to him. With your back to him, the bottom of your skirt caught on the edge of his desk.

•"God that skirt is so fucking short, how has she not been dressed coded yet," He thinks to himself before slipping his pen under the hem of your skirt and lifting it until he saw the bottom of your ass where it met the top of your thighs. "Wouldn't tell her to cover up either if it meant I could look at that cute little ass, fucking pervs,"

•After Charlie squirmed his way into your friendship with Robbie, suggesting all three of you work on school projects or the occasional hang out at the mall, you felt comfortable around him and even enjoyed all of you doing stuff together.

•Which is why you didn't think twice when he suggested they used your house to work on the physics presentation.

•"If not, it's okay. Robbies Dad works from home, and my internet can barely handle one laptop, let alone three. We can always use the library, but everyone else probably has that same idea,"

•Of course you accepted. After starting the project at your place and mostly messing around for an hour, Charlie left to use the restroom. You told him which door down the hall was the right one, and he left the dining room with a small thanks and a smile.

•He wasn't actually using the restroom but sneaking into your room to snatch a pair of used panties out of your hamper.

•He slid into your room and quickly grabbed them, knowing exactly where to look.

•Just because your window faces your backyard doesn't mean no one's looking.

•After a few more hours and little work getting done, you all called it a night. When Charlie got home, he collapsed on his bed, pulling the balled up fabric from his pocket, holding it up to his face as he inhaled deeply and grabbed his aching cock with his other hand.

•He scrambled to open the front of his jeans before wrapping the used underwear around his shaft, his leaking tip soaking precum into the gusset as he jerked himself off. The thought of your pussy pressing against the same fabric he was using sent him over the edge and he drenched the panties in his cum. They were absolutely ruined, but it was fine. He could always get another pair.

•Eventually your friendship grew, and you would sometimes hang out with just him without Robbie.

•Charlie's favorite thing was to watch horror movies. His favorite was the first Stab, so when he put it on for the millionth time, you dozed off a little more than halfway through, just like you did the last few times you watched it.

•Charlie waited a bit before his fingers started to rub circles across the top of your thigh. When you had no reaction, he moved a little higher, still nothing.

•He completely disregarded the movie as he looked down at your baggy shorts. His fingers gently pushed up the thin fabric until he could see the front of your panties.

•"God it's almost stupid how easy you are. Who wears something like this when they're hanging out with a friend?" He thinks to himself.

•When your unaware body has no reaction to his advances, he presses his pointer finger against your slit, rubbing up and down until the fabric becomes dark and slick with pre cum.

•You squirm a little at the touch but don't show any signs of waking, so Charlie lets his other hand fall to his buldge and begins to slowly undo his pants.

•His cock is hot and twitching as he removes it from his underwear and starts to stroke it. He spits into his palm and jerks himself off as he feels the slippery wetness beneath the fabric of your underwear.

•Charlie always edged himself before you hung out, so the feeling of your juices against his fingers drove him crazy. He relaxed his head against the back of the couch and watched as your brows furrow in pleasure.

•He couldn't stop the thoughts of pulling your underwear to the side and ramming his cock into your poor unprepared pussy. He craved the sounds of your pained gasp as your eyes snapped open and watched as he hammers into you, your walls painfully accepting his intrusion as you grab at his flannel and hair, desperate for an anchor to reality.

•He jolts slightly before pulling his hand from between your legs and shoving his soaked fingers into his mouth, getting lost in the taste of your slick melting onto his tongue, his cum pouring down his hand and onto his pale stomach.

•After cleaning himself up in your bathroom, he sneaks into your room to grab another pair of panties, knowing he'd have to be back for the ones you have on now later.

Also, I'm thinking about doing one of Charlie leaning more into being Ghostface and becoming more violent with the reader, what's are yalls thoughts?

[in-halingstardust]

That's yes 'sir' [Day 1]

A/N: Listen, I love Wriothesley even though if I were to scream his name it come out as Worcestershire ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

[Wriothesley x gn!reader]

Tags: !mdni , rope bunny, dom!reader, sub!wriothesley, handjobs, blowjobs, cum, warden and prisoner dynamic shifted, listen he's basically admin. in cannon but like warden is hotter pls and ty.

"What did I say, Wriothesley?" You flick a nail against his perked-up nipple. So red and swollen, just like the rope dressed around his body in its design. His pale skin complimenting the marks on his body.

It was sweet of him to allow you to tie him up all pretty like that, the way red rope coiled around his perky pecs, making intricate designs along his abdomen, down to his thighs and looping again. Sitting so cute in front of you, with his knees in front, butt back, hands tied behind. 

He bobs side to side, red flush over her cheeks as he readjusts his posture. He's still a little defiant, but that's why you love him. "You! You're being too harsh!" He whines as he struggles against the rope. 

"Harsh?" Another flick. 

"Ah! Harsh sir- ngh!" He cries.

What a tease you notice. Muscle bulges against the red rope, fat cock bumping against his belly. You coo it was quite cute when he tries to seduce you, "Not harsh enough Warden~" Your thin fingers grasp his heavy cock as you pump up and down. 

You really couldn't get enough of how Wriothesley twisted and turned, his tip giving a soft flow of pre-cum down thick veins of pink. "Now, again, tell me what you want?"

His tongue is lolling. "I- I want you."

You purr, hands quickening, "And...? Use your words."

"I- *ahh* wa- want you to *haaa* ruin me!"

And you will, but he's too cute not to tease. "Oh, and how shall I ruin you?" You ask, giving a gentle rub over the top of his slit. He loved that the most you learned.

"Wriothesley." You say halting all movement, your hand slick with his essence, presence firm. "Should I be gentler?" You question, leaning down to give a small lap of the tongue across his tip, which he gives a gurgle of a man losing his mind to you. He's putty in your hands, and you know it. 

"Or should I be more rough?" You swallow him whole, as far down as you can go. You can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat before you give a suck. Wriothesley a whining mess at the action, ropes straining against the instinct to break away from these restraints and fuck you till you can walk. Till you are his, and both of you are a mesh of limbs until the sun rises. 

But… you would be upset at him, so he has the endure the pure torture you are placing upon him. 

He's so large you think as you try to reach for the base, his happy trail tickling the tip of your nose. The taste of saliva, pre-cum, and salt fill your mouth as you bob your head. Popping up for a breath, you give languid licks from his tip to the base following each delicious vein. 

He's buckling, "Fuck, fuck!" His head leans back, exposing his throat. You can see a couple of hickies forming from earlier underneath his chin. "Don- don't stop now. So- so so close!"

And you don't. You clasp back on his dick and suck- hard. 

He's a mewing mess as he bobs his head chanting- yesyesyesyes - and you feel him pulsing in your mouth shortly after. His dick emptying into your mouth, a slightly bitter, a little salty, but you didn't hate it. You tighten your mouth, making sure all his cum is in your mouth. It is such a waste to let it spill. 

It's a mix of a sob and whine that comes out of Wriothesley as you pop off him leaving his dick limp and spent. With a delicate hand you wipe the traces of him across your lips. 

"Wai-  wait." He groans, his body now has the outlines of rope etched in his skin from straining against them during your torment. What a nice color.

You smile- he's asking so nicely-  you open your mouth slightly. Immediately, globs of cum flow out of your mouth, trickling down the sides of your mouth onto his thighs. His eyes, wide, entranced on the river of white trailing down your chin. Closing your mouth before you make more of a mess of him, you swallow. 

He's the first to break the silence after a moment of you two catching your breath, "Babe..."

"Hmm?"

He pulls against the rope harshly. You can hear it crackle with tension, like he was trying to break them, "Let me fuck you please."

Ah, did he already forget? You inch closer giving him a long kiss or spit and cum mixing between both of your mouths. A trail leaves you mouth as you break away, "Please what?"

"Please... sir,"

[anyalovesu]

we're not saints at all.

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necessary reminders:

contains 🔞🔞🔞 minors dni

🔞 is not pw authenticated anymore ( cri ) but yea i hope that you guys are old enough to read the content you consume

more warnings on the second part tnx

also i only have like 2 chapters left wkwkwkwkw tnx for hanging around with me for this oneee!!

oh and mdni !! pls pls pls

The waiting game was exhausting. 5:30PM, on the dot, Tobi and Ally were there in the waiting area of the arrival terminal in his black hoodie, all masked up to avoid getting noticed. After the entire fiasco with Kashiana, the last thing he wants is to attract more attention to him and Jas and cause another scene that might reflect on Jas’ social media platforms again. He’s had enough of the allegations they have received the past few days. Thank the good gods out there for giving them friends who work in the legal field that this was sorted out quicker than he was expecting. 

The silence to himself was eating him alive, especially with him sitting next to Ally who made the speedy process possible. If he was honest, it was a mystery to him why they managed to forgive him. What he did to Jas was beyond forgiving if it was done to him, but here they are, helping him with whatever plan he has so he can fix things with Jas. Bella even pulled personal strings just so he would be able to reserve one of the back rooms in Sunday Vine, so he can take Jacynthe to dinner. The way Eli still speaks to him in the same gentle tone even when she gets frustrated with how dense he gets every time he asks her for tips. It didn’t feel real to him that her friends are still helping him.

“Ang aga aga mo naman kasi umalis, Park,” Ally complained, hands reaching up to stretch out her back from being hunched as she has been writing her novel the past 30 minutes.

“6:30 daw eh,” he responds nonchalantly, shrugging before glancing on his phone again to check the time.

“Park, landing time and 6:30! If they get delayed, now what? Anong gagawin natin?”

“They’re flying with Azure Air,” he shakes his head. “They rarely get delayed, Al.”

“Ang tagal tagal naman kasi, dong,” she huffs, shutting her laptop down. “Patatawarin ka naman noon kahit late ka!”

“That's not the point.”

“I never asked this before,” she sighs, sliding her laptop down her purse before turning to look at him. “Mostly dahil ayaw kong makarinig ng maling sagot.”

“Ano ‘yon?” Tobi could feel his heart thumping against his chest as he waited for Althea to drop the ball on him.

“Seryoso ka na ba talaga kay Jas?” she asked. “Kasi kung hindi p’wede ka pa naman umuwi. Kaya ko naman iuwi ang dalawang ‘yon mula Pampanga hanggang QC.”

“I’m serious, Althea,” he says firmly.

“Jas always loves too much,” she stated. “Are you ready for that? Kaya mo bang suklian ‘yon? Inalagaan namin si Jas every time someone broke her heart. Can you promise me na you’re going to try to be the last one?”

“I can promise that, Al,” Tobi promises. “I will be the last one. Ally, I never wanted someone to spend my entire life with before until Jas came around. God, I fixed my relationship with my mom just so I could have a shot for her forgiveness. Mahal na mahal ko si Jas.”

“Good,” she hummed, swiftly running a hand over her cheek to wipe away a stray tear. “Because that woman has never been that in love before you. God, ang lungkot, all of a sudden at the slightest hint of pain she’s writing the saddest shit. I can’t take it anymore. Nadadamay kaming lahat!”

“You do that too,” he snorted.

“I didn’t know you read my books, Park?”

“Jas read your books aloud to me as an aftersex routine before,” he chuckles embarrassingly at the thought of sharing that kind of intimate detail to her best friend. “You are a sad person too, Ally Kim.”

“Bad parents, raise sad children,” she replied softly, looking away.

“Makes sense,” Tobi replied, before leaning back on the back rest of his seat as well. “It’s really funny how Jas managed to get us to mend our broken relationships with our parents.”

“Yeah,” Al sighed. “I guess she did that.”

“How are they now?”

“Are you really trying to get me to open up to you, Tobi?” Ally rolled her eyes at him. 

“Ano pang gagawin natin dito kung hindi magusap? Maliban sa napakagalante ng magulang mo at dito tayo dinala sa VIP na lounge tayo pinapunta, wala rin naman di talaga tayong ibang gagawin kung di magchismisan dito.”

I took some time before Al replied to him, contemplating on whether he should reply.

“They’re okay now,” she replied. “Nagsorry sila for pushing me away noong hindi ako nagtuloy magpractice ng law. They saw how successful I got. Apparently, muntikan na palang maassasinate ang tatay ko after he won a case against a politician noong isang buwan. Sabi nila they have never been more glad that I didn't go that route.”

“Politicians are insane.”

“True. But also they found out I was dating Attorney Santos’ golden boy,” she shrugged. “I still have mixed feelings. But they apologized. I guess that’s a big thing now. My parents are good and I have a hot boyfriend. All is well, I think.”

“Good point.”

“You and your mom?”

“Yeah, she didn’t apologize directly,” he replied casually. “Baka hindi lang rin n’ya alam kung paano. But she’s trying. She wants to be friends with me apparently. Asking me to hang out and be around me and Bianca more. I understand where she’s coming from though. He had to make Leon that perfect little boy in the eyes of the Yangs, and she did that. Big weights off her shoulders.”

“It shouldn’t be our responsibility to understand why our parents weren’t good parents,” she sighed. “But it is what it is, I suppose.”

“I used to feel jealous how Doctora Daphne managed to raise Jas so nicely,” Tobi muttered quietly. “Jas is such a good person. Alam ko naman sa sarili ko na hindi ko kayang maging ganoon kabuti given the circumstances that I grew up on.”

“But you want to be better, no?”

Tobi nodded. 

“I feel that too. That’s exactly how I feel with Kyle. That boy is too nice for the world and I’m this whole mess that didn’t go to law school because it was never what I wanted.”

“Good people make us want to be good people,” Tobi chuckles to himself, fiddling on the buttons of his phone to distract himself. “Love does that to us, I think.”

“Promise me you’ll always be in love with my Jas, okay?” she hummed at him. “I don’t want to ever see you walk away from her like her dad did, or like every single man did in her life. May pagsatanga si Jas kaya tatanggapin ka noon palagi—but for the love of God, don’t take the opportunity every time. Last na dapat ‘to.”

“I will do just that, Ally.”

“That woman is crazy for you, Tobi,” she sighed heavily. “And we’ll do anything to see her happy, even if it means forcing you to be the man she needs.”

“You don’t have to force me to do it,” Tobi replied politely. “I can always try and if I fail, uulit nalang uli until I get it right.”

“Very good.”

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[carmysgirl]

pls expand on bimbo!syd and Carmy’s first time having sex 🫶🏻

i guess this can be a continuation of this

sydney brings carmen with her as she scoots back against her bed frame.

"i havent really told you but ive been imagining this for so long," sydney admits between kisses.

carmens eyes go wide. she had been thinking of them like this? for so long??

"youre so handsome," sydney says as she sneaks a hand into his pants. when she rubs her soft hand over his cock, he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan and tries to until he pulls his underwear down to give her more access.

sydney goes to stroke him but carmen stops her. "i need to be inside of you." and with that carmen lays sydney down and rubs his swollen tip in between her folds.

"youre going to make me cum already," he whispers in her ear with his face tucked into her shoulder. it's so intense right now he can barely focus to get his cock inside of her. when he finally fits it in, they both release a breath they'd been holding. his thrusts are slow and focused as it's the only way he can manage not to cum too early.

sydney wraps an arm around carmens neck and pulls his face down to hers. the combination of her breathy moans, sweet perfume, and gooey walls is almost too much. because he knows he's about to cum carmen rubs sydney's clit with his thumb clumsily.

"i-i'm about to cum!" sydney moans.

carmen nods and sydney's room fills with a mix of moans while he feels like he's inside of her guts, trying to get them both to cum. he quickens his pace on her clit and sydney squeezes carmens cock and although he sees star he quickens his pace.

finally sydney relaxes and carmen pulls out and cums on her stomach.

"so...do you have a rag o-or something i can use to clean this up maybe?"

"bathroom cabinet."

carmen comes back with a warm rag and wipes the mess of her stomach. when he's done they curl into each other.

"was that good?" carmen asked in a whisper.

"yeah, i really liked it," sydney answered

carmen nodded to himself, content with that they just did and hopeful for the next time.

[karahofthedawn]

Thinking about Fred and George’s reaction to overhearing someone from Hufflepuff quidditch team talking about Y/N and just the boys jealous reactions they would have hearing someone talk about their girl like that……and then that causing them to play extra hard and rough during the game and when they get off the pitch the poor reader is confused and innocent, but they just want to make sure she knows that she is theirs and only for them and img I can’t pls feel free to use this idea I need it

Here you go! ☺️

A cool February breeze brushes your shoulders as you climb the stands that surround the quidditch field. It was the first time since last year that you’ve been to a game. The Triwizard Tournament did take over all of the school events, but that didn’t stop the house teams from wanting to play against each other. After a discussion with Dumbledore, he gave the OK for there to be unofficial matches that anyone could attend.

You wrap your wooly black and gold scarf around your neck tightly and lean over the edge to try and catch a glimpse of the teams. It was Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor, which means you finally get to witness the Weasley brothers back in action. Slowly the crowd trickles in around you, murmurs of conversations that are immediately pushed to the back of your mind as you scan the field.

Your heart leaps to your throat as the pair of fiery haired twins come into sight. They were chatting with the other Gryffindor players with big smiles across their faces. The Hufflepuffs follow behind Cedric, who you are surprised to see. You had expected him to opt out, considering all that the Tournament put him through thus far. Yet he looks in high spirits, as always, with his head held high and strutting forward.

They pause at the edge of the field, their brooms in hand and standing proud.

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“Are you sure he won’t show?” Angelina Johnson asks Fred for the third time today.

“I’m sure,” he responds hastily.

They can hear the low murmur of the crowd from above as they reach the edge of the field. Clear skies with a slight breeze - a perfect day for quidditch, even if Harry didn’t want to join.

After the brothers hounded him for hours over the past week, they finally gave in once Hermoine lectured them. They knew he had his hands full with the tournament, but so did Cedric Diggory and he decided to play. He was their best chance at getting the snitch, and having Katie Bell replace him was not exactly increasing that percentage.

Angelina sighs and rubs her creased forehead. “I just thought he’d have a change of heart.”

“We tried to wear him down,” Fred says with a shrug. “Asked him about a million times.”

“Maybe even a million and one times,” George adds, then nudges his brother’s shoulder with his.

Once making eye contact, George gestures to the stands with a quick nod. Fred follows his gaze and catches a glimpse of you leaning over the stone barrier. A mixture of excitement and happiness swells in their chest as they both look at you. Your hair and scarf blowing in the wind, your arms tight against your torso. You never liked the cold, yet here you were, out to support them both. It meant more than they could ever say.

A few of the Hufflepuff players began snickering. Anthony Rickett and Michael McManus hold their brooms out, slowly rubbing the tips of them suggestively. “What I wouldn’t give to -,” the rest of the words were washed away as the crowd gave an encouraging cheer.

“Merlin’s beard, I’d give my last Galleon,” Michael laughs.

This was a background noise for the brothers, until the keyword of ‘Y/N’ is said. Both of their heads turn in automatic unison towards the conversation.

“As if you even have a Galleon,” Rickett retorts and shoots another hungry look your way. “I bet you Y/N would pay me after I’d have my way with her.”

Fred and George are both scowling, looking directly at the boys who continue laughing amongst themselves.

“She wouldn’t even look at you,” Michael taunts and swishes his hair from his forehead. “I bet you my last Knut that I could easily have her before you.”

Fred clenches his jaw, George mirrors him with closed fists. The rush of anger was beginning to rush through their veins the longer they eavesdropped. The excitement and happiness they felt just moments ago was melting away and being replaced by something else - something that made them want to run forward and smash Michael and Rickett’s head full force with their brooms.

“You really want to make that bet? I’ll try after the game,” Rickett says with a cocky smile.

Michael shakes his head. “You can try, but I’ll be sure to have her screaming my name behind the greenhouses before then.”

George’s breath catches in his throat as the imagery of you and Michael hits him. This boy’s greedy hands all over your delicate curves. Him tasting you. Him knowing how you sound when you’re trying to hold back moans. This was sacred. You were sacred to them, and he only ever wanted him and his brother to know these intimate things.

“You’re on,” Rickett snorts. “But who knows, if she’s as easy as I think, maybe she will take on both of us.” This time they both erupt with laughter, which almost sends Fred forward but George promptly stops him with a stiff arm.

Fred curses under his breath and digs his toe into the ground like an angry bull. Anger travels through his veins, his face a shade of red not too far from his hair. His pupils are tiny and fully focusing on the two who dare to speak about Y/N like that. He knew they couldn’t have you. That was never a question. But to stand there and make bets on who gets to capture you. Who gets to have you.

The twins look at each other, an understanding between them at once.

They’re going to pay.

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The players are lining up now. You rub your hands together, breathing into them to try and bring back some warmth. Two of the boys from the Hufflepuff team kept periodically staring up your way. Surely there’s for someone in the crowd that they’re waiting for. It’s odd though, you could swear they’re looking directly at you.

Your mind drifts off as you focus back on the Weasley twins, both standing tall with an expression of determination across their faces. You take notice that they seem more serious than normal, but their competitive nature always brought out that side of them.

With a call from the announcer, both teams scatter off into the sky. The golden snitch is released and the game has begun. Rocking from the balls of your feet to the tips of your toes, you watch with a slack jaw as both brothers go rocketing across the field with their bats held with whitening knuckles.

Not too long after it starts, George hits a bludger off of a post and misses Michael McManus’s head by inches. Still trying to comprehend the close call, Michael was almost thrown off his broom by Fred who slams into the side of him.

“Watch it!” Michael yells shakily, then takes off to prevent Angelina from scoring.

The bludger finds Rickett this time as Fred hits it directly at him, making contact with his ribs. There is a loud thump and the announcer audibly groans with the crowd.

The ball wasn’t even on that side of the field, yet he was chasing down this now injured player who was desperately trying to flee.

George on the other hand was with Angelina, safely allowing her to score a point. The students around you burst out with a mixture of applause and booing. You clap and jump up and down with the fellow Gryffindors, leaving the Hufflepuffs eyeing you with judgment.

George zooms by so close that your hair blows like mad and curtains over your face. You quickly shake the knotting strands out of your sight just in time to see him practically kick Michael off his broom. Your attention is then immediately brought back to Fred, who was red faced and charging at a screaming Rickett. In the middle of the field was a dumbfounded Angelina, who was watching this unfold with wide eyes.

For the rest of the match, the players were just merely blurs. The Weasley twins are smacking bludgers left and right at the Hufflepuff players, leaving them very little time to plan. From the short period of times the messy haired gingers go stationary, you could see their eyes narrow and focused.

You hold your breath as Katie Bell dives and grabs the snitch in one quick swoop from right under the nose from Cedric. The Gryffindor student erupts into cheers. You join in, clapping and calling out to Fred and George who ceased chasing the Hufflepuff beaters.

They were getting closer. You assume they probably want to take in the applause, they earned it after all.

It isn’t until their brooms were only a few feet away, you realize that they were staring directly at you. Your chest blooms with excitement as they dismount their brooms and push past the crowd to meet you. With their arms outstretched, you run to them and fall into their warm arms.

“You were great!” You exclaim while smiling up at them.

Fred’s eyes dart to your lips and he dives in for a kiss. His soft hair brushes your face as he tilts you back, deepening his hungry kiss. The students around you holler and clap, making your cheeks turn scarlet red.

Once he pulls back, George takes you by the hips and replaces his brother’s mouth with his. You gasp from surprise, and he responds by rolling his tongue gently against yours. You fall into him completely, not caring what anyone else thinks.

Fred makes eye contact with Rickett and Michael and tilts his head with a devilish grin. Their jaws drop and they quickly fly off to the other side of the field.

You ask once George breaks the kiss, “what’s all this for?”

“Because we wanted to,” he says sweetly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“And we wanted to thank our good luck charm,” Fred adds.

You rub your flushed cheek as you look between them. “Oh,” you say simply, falling short of any words that would cover how much you love hearing that.

“And,” Fred says, taking your hand in his shaking grasp. “Now everyone knows that you’re ours.”

Your mouth runs dry. Your heart pounding in your chest almost deafens the loud chattering around you. “Yours?”

“If you’ll have us, that is,” George says with a snicker. You take him by the collar of his shirt and stand on your tippy toes to kiss him. His lips are inviting and intoxicating, forget that there’s an audience until he stops you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You roll your eyes and look between the two of them. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“Perfect,” Fred beams, giving you one last kiss before walking to his broomstick with George following behind. “We will catch up to you soon.”

“There’s something to attend to, and I believe it will leave us with a few extra Sickles.” George explains with a wink.

They take off in the same direction as Rickett and Michael, leaving you confused but with your heart filled to the brim with happiness.

[marchsfreakshow]

My Sweet Girl [JPM x Fem!Reader]

This man makes me weak. As smutty as I can make myself write. So, not a lot. :') Your perspective.

Take some warnings: Praise, degredation, bondage?? (Just like gently tied up), oral [male receiving], master nickname, so many nicknames.

Since this is smut like, [not fully, but it def happens] minors dni with this post, please read my other fics in the meantime. :)

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The dress was dark, lacy, and short. I preferred them that way. The mirror had a reflection I liked for once. Makeup was slightly smuged on purpose, and the boots matched the odd mix of greys and blacks on the clothing I wore. Yeah I was hot. Good thing too, James had been getting too chummy with the blonde I saw, covered in red constantly. Liz sensed my jealousy as I sat at the bar downing some whiskey.

"Who are you jealous of love?" She piped up, refilling my drink. I just stared at Liz as I felt my light from my eyes disapearing. "The countess." She stated simply, leaning over the bar with a diet coke in her hands. I suddenly felt her tone change when she said the countess's name. Like something happened with them that made them fall out.

"thats the bitches name?"

"that's why you're wearing that?" Scrunching my face up, I nodded. I tipped my head back, gluping the liqour I felt addicted to. It helped me feel some sort of sanity in the crazy hotel. The darkness of the hotel felt lighter as a hand swished past my ass. Unfortunately the dress was short enough that you could see the ends of my ass whenever I sat. I still looked attractive, no one could deny it, but I did recognise that hand. James. He noticed finally.

He just grazed the bottom of my ass before walking off, like I truly wasn't there. I just stared at Liz once james had gone, giving her a confident grin. She nodded as I downed another glass of whiskey, running after James. My mind raced, I wanted him to make sure he knew he was mine. I wanted the countess to see the hickeys on him, on me, and see that he was my James. The thoughts of him tying me up like last time passed my train of thought, a sense of warmth tickling my pelvis. "Jamesss!" We had made it to his room, and i saw ropes. Fantastic.

"Come in pet." Was all he said as I walked in. As soon as my foot landed in the room belonging to James Patrick March, he locked it behind me and grabbed my waist, pulling me in close. His growing erection against the shape of my cheeks. "Why have you worn such a slutty thing hm? Are you trying to get punished for disobeying your master?" The last words were hissed, his breath on my neck, and my wiggling onto his clothed cock. But I wiggled and shook my head no.

"Words. Use them."

"you're getting chummy with a blondie. You're mine." I hissed back at him, freeing myself from his grasp. Immediately I went to the bed, crawling onto it and lying on my back, knowing what James wanted to do.

"Oh my pretty whore, she's a business partner. You mustn't worry about what inquiries she has for me." Words were spat as James followed me, his blazer off on the floor. So was his belt. I could feel myself getting lightheaded more by his words, legs rubbing together to relieve myself of the wetness that had now probably sprawled over my panties. Nothing else was spoken for the next few seconds, only moans and whimpers as James pulled me up onto my knees and kissed me hard. The taste of his absthine locked in with my own taste of whiskey. I never wanted the kiss to end as he was undoing his trousers at the same time. But he did pull away, heavily breathing as he picked up the small rope, motioning to my hands.

Before I knew it was on the floor, my hands tied in front of me, it was a tight knot, but I could take it. And his cock was staring back at me. "Be a good puppy for me." Was all he said before I licked his tip, excited at just getting James to myself for once in this fucking hotel. Everyone needed his attention, I never got much. But those thoughts were erased as James placed a hand on my head, petting me. "Oh puppy..." he whined. I loved it when he whined. It urged me to suck him faster, and I did so, taking in as much of his thick cock as I could, the pre-cum leaking out into my throat. James' moans and whines filled the room, getting closer and closer. I needed him. My own area was going untouched, thankfully, my hands were tied near my pussy, so I rubbed and rubbed through my fishnets and panties. It felt good relieving myself as James had grabbed my hair and was thrusting and thrusting, getting sloppy.

"Fuck, Y/n.!" He moaned one final time as I started to taste his salty cum in my mouth. It made me smirk, knowing he couldn't resist me. I finished swallowing his seed, and sat back up on the bed, looking up at James, his eyes focused on me and my appearance. "You really did want my attention didnt you? You did so good for master." He just smiled at me, putting his trousers back on, still keeping my eye contact. He had me in a trance, and i didn't feel i could look away. So I just held up my hands, pointing then towards the dark man in front of me. He obliged with my quiet requesty and took off the ropes, immediately noticing some rope burn.

"Hm?" I questioned his look, as I couldn't feel any rope burn. Until he put some ointment on the worse parts. "Yeesh! Careful master!" James smiled at me, and kissed my nose, not giving a proper response.

"I love you Y/N but please my hummingbird, you must be patient with The Countess, okay?" He laid me back down on the bed and allowed a hand to run over my stomach, keeping me close.

"Okay sir. I promise."

[leclerced]

thinking about Charles and teammate!gf (she rly needs a name!) being all over each other when they think they’re alone in the back of a dark club after a race but one of the drivers catches them (idk who— maybe Lando? Danny?? someone who’d for sure clown them about slipping up even tho everyone already knew they’ve been fucking for months)

Charles would be annoyed at them for interrupting more than anything as his hands never left her body, too drunk and smitten with her to care that they’d been found out. he just shrugs and smiles stupidly and waves the other driver away so he can go back to kissing his hot girlfriend <3

also I love thinking abt him teaching her French, his accent does things to me so I just KNOW girly would be absolutely dripping hearing him whisper all his dirty thoughts about her in her ear when they’re working and she’s not allowed to touch him. she’d get him back for it later though and have him whimpering underneath her in his driver’s room as she makes out with him and sits on his lap, grinding softly against his cock straining in his racing suit 🤭

help I’m hyperfixating and I need more of your thoughts pleeaaseeee 🫶🏼

im so sorry i saw this when u sent it but i was at work and forgot about it n then got sick and lost it pls forgive me <33 we do need to give her a name!!

max is the one to catch them because the three of them shared a podium together and yet he’s the only one partying as such, so he’s looking for them to pull them into his drinking shenanigans. he finds them in a booth at the very back of the vip section, after searching everywhere else he goes back to the couple he saw out of the corner of his eye while leaving the section earlier, he almost convinces himself it’s not them but then the couple parts for air and she goes for his neck, and max recognizes the blissed out face of his best friend as his head tips back and he moans, and as max gets closer, he realizes that she’s grinding on his lap. he slaps his hand on the table and they jolt apart as he teases, “since when are you two going at it?” as soon as charles sees max he laughs, and just shrugs, “awhile. don’t tell.” and max looks around to the drunk drivers meandering around the club and realizes even if one of them saw, they’re probably all too drunk to realize its the two ferrari drivers getting hot and heavy, or too drunk to remember it in the morning.

charles waves him away with one hand and cups her cheek to pull her in for another kiss with his other hand and max leaves them to it, after taking a photograph of them making out so even if he gets too drunk to remember, he’ll have the photo evidence to remind him in the morning so he can tease charles about it.

he speaks french alll the time around her, not even to her but to anyone who knows french. she never knows what he’s saying so it doesn’t even matter, he’s talking about how bad his race was and she’s dripping for him, like imagine it it happens in an interview, the interviewer speaks french by chance so charles they’re using french constantly. the cameras catch her biting her lip staring straight at him with the neediest look and f1 twit goes crazy for it, like damn girl gets it, she goes crazy for charles speaking french too.

but the dirty talk really gets her, she knows it’s dirty when he leans into her ear in a back hallway and puts his hand on her waist and starts whispering in a low voice all the things he wants to do to her, he’s not even doing anything and she wants to moan for him. anytime they get out of the car, he has a reason to be close to her, pretending they’re talking about the car as he gestures at ir but he’s really saying all the positions he wants to put her in. or telling her how he’d fuck her on the car.

as soon as they have a break, she’s pulling him away to her drivers room and after making out and grinds on him until he’s ready to cum in his suit, then she’d get off on his thigh. he loves when she does that so he’d be so into it, be even more turned on and half expecting her to get on her knees and finish him off like usual, but she leaves him high and dry. later, when he finds her in her garage, she asks him how it feels to be teased?

[scribeoffate]

for the valentines ficlets truedemon + catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday pls?

Thanks for the prompt, anon!

Cut for explicit rating and vibes BDSM elements.

"Let me get this straight," Stiles says, leaning back in his desk chair and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I don't know that there's anything straight about it," Scott retorts.

He has Mystery Man's page open. There's no face in the picture, just his chest and abs and a picture of him- or someone, holding an erect cock that Scott has gotten off to more times than he wants to think about.

"That is not the point. The point is, you've never seen his face. You've never heard his voice. Those may or may not be pictures, but you get off on him telling you what to do." Stiles pauses. "AND he thinks you're in your late 30s?"

"And that my name is Miguel."

Stiles shakes his head. "Rude, using Derek's pseudonym like that."

"You using the name twice to lie to my dad and Danny doesn't make it *his*."

Stiles sighs. "And he wants to meet you at the club downtown tonight? And since you are not in your mid-thirties, but in fact, nineteen, you need a fake ID? And you think I can get one on next to notice?"

"Can you?"

"Scotty, of course I can. But what if he's some kind of serial killer?"

Scott flashes his eyes. "I think I can handle myself, don't you?"

Stiles shuffles through items on his desk before shoving him a card, with his name on it. The picture is close enough and makes Scott twenty-three.

Stile shrugs. "Lydia and I made everyone fake IDs after the fiasco in Mexico. We figured they might come in handy one day. Do NOT tell her that this is why I gave it to you."

Scott takes the card. "If he really were a serial killer, she'd know."

Stiles throws his hands up. "Will it help at all to tell you to be careful?"

Scott pockets the ID and types a message agreeing to meet Mystery Man at nine. "I"m always careful."

-

Scott doesn't tell Stiles the other details. About how the man ordered him to wear a butt plug and black briefs. Or the instructions to wear a black tank top, tight jeans and trainers. He'd had to look up what trainers meant and wondered if Mystery Man was British.

The idea of the man telling Scott what to do in an accent was almost enough to tip Scott over the edge, but the man had also told him not to come.

Scott's still hard when he makes his way to the club. The bouncer barely glances at his ID.

How will I know it's you, he types into his phone.

I'll know you, if you followed your orders

Scott's cheeks heat as he makes his way to the bar. He doesn't really want anything to drink, it doesn't do anything anyways.

why don't you dance? there's a group of attractive young men in the corner

you want me to dance with other men?

i want you to as you're told

then why phrase it as a question

Scott orders a Coke from the bar and watches the dots on his text message.

very well, if you must be so cheeky about it. join the young men, grind against at least two of them and find an excuse to lose your shirt before the next song is over

Scott swallows a drink of his soda and makes his way to the dance floor. The song's bassline thumps loudly against his enhanced hearing. He looks around for where Mystery Man might be while grinding against the nearest guy, who is definitely into it.

It doesn't really take that much to work up a sweat; the club is filled with bodies, and the dancing is rigorous and fast-paced. He peels off his shirt right as the song ends. He feels his phone buzz against his pants.

very good

Scott flushes from the praise. There's too many bodies to make out where his date might be hiding.

leave the shirt with a lucky young man and meet me in the allewya

Scott ignores Stiles's voice in his head, screaming about serial killers. If the man wants to hurt him(more than he wants), Scott can just scare him away. He gives the man he'd been grinding against the shirt with a sheepish smile before walking away.

The man smells disappointed but turns back to dancing quickly.

Scott finds his way to the side exit, into the alley.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Strong arms grab him from behind.

"Has no one ever told you it's dangerous to meet strangers in alleyways? Miguel."

Scott's heart thumps wildly. He'd recognize that condescending voice anywhere. "I guess it's a good thing we aren't strangers."

Deucalion chuckles and runs a hand down Scott's side, tugging at his jeans. "I suppose we are not. In fact, we are rather, *intimately* acquainted. I've watched the videos you sent me frequently."

Scott doesn't resist as Deucalion tugs his jeans the rest of the way down, leaving him exposed, cock straining against his briefs.

"When did you know it was me?"

"Would you believe I didn't know for certain until this evening?"

"Does it matter if I do?"

Deucalion pulls at Scott's briefs and rips them away with claws. He's not careful and scratches Scott's skin enough that he smells blood. Scott's cock pulses.

Deucalion slides the butt plug out and slams into Scott without warning. "I thought you'd resist a little more than this," he whispers, grasping Scott's hips and thrusting.

"You gave it away early on," Scott gasps, "would you believe I knew it was you the second time we talked?"

Deucalion fists Scott's hair. He bites Scott's neck hard enough to hurt before answering. "Does it matter if I do?"

[sensei-venus]

Pls more Chris 🥺 I just know he like to stretch his gf on his big cock snd praise her for taking him so well. Ans pre down on her chubby tummy to feel himself deep inside her. He's not sorry when he ficks her dumbb ans comes fat fat loads inside her

(Unedited) (Public Sex, Closet Sex, Sex in the Dark, Size Kink, Size Difference, Creampie Kink, Chris being a soft boyfriend.)

“Chris we should’ve be doing this here…we could get caught, you could lose your job.”

Reader whispered as they stand stuffed together in one of the back storage closet’s of golf-n-stuff. Reader just showed up to drop off some dinner because Chris was working a night shift. It was supposed to be a few minutes of talking before letting him get back to work.

But then his break came up and the food was left forgotten on one of the back room counter tops.

This equaled Chris wanting to “thank his amazing and loving girlfriend for being so kind to have brought him dinner at work.” Which lead him to kissing her passionately before shoving the both of them into a dark closet in the back.

He kissed up her neck as he looked over her, pressing her into a empty wall. He pressed his whole body into her as he harshly sucked marks into her flesh. His thoung lashed out and tried to soothe the harsh raised skin he left. Even in the dark she knew he was smirking. She felt the way his lips pulled up into the skin of her neck. She whined as he placed a small peak on her cheek. Her face already starting to get hot from his attention.

“No one comes back here and I have a twenty minute break. I can get you off in at least five. Just let me take care of my pretty girl?” He almost sounded like it was a real question. But she knew he was going to get what he wanted anyway. Because she just couldn’t say no to her hot boyfriend.

He was quick to unbutton his pants and whip out his already hard dick. Bumping and grinding in a closet up against your sexy girlfriend can do that some times. He wanted to laugh at his own mental joke but he stopped, to focused on his girlfriend. He couldn’t see her in the completely dark closet but he could still hear her. Her soft breathing and hard pants from trying to catch her breath from his kisses. He loved kissing her and getting her all worked up, it was one of his talents. He heard her hiss and realized she had smashed her finger trying to get her jeans off.

“It’s ok I got it, just turn around for me and bend over a little. I’ll take good care of you, promise.”

His voice was sweet as he felt her shuffle around in the tight space of the closet. His fingers reached around to her front and quickly made work of the stubborn button of her jeans. He helped her pull them down enough to give him access. Her ass ground back against him making him groan as the soft thin material of her panties rubbed against his cock. For a moment he tried to decide if he was going to pull the thin material down or if he was just going to pull it to the side so he could slide home into her tight pussy. He decided to just pull the flimsy material down to join her jeans.

Bracing herself against the walll she could feel the way Chris thick fingers slid between her damp folds. The tip of his thick finger bumping into her clit before he gave it a small rub. She moaned and tried to cover her mouth. He moved away from the small bundle of nerves and went back to her hole. She knew she was already getting wet. She felt him pull her pussy lips apart, they just sat there for a moment drinking everything in.

A moment later she felt the hard head of his cock poke at her hole.

She whimpered as he pushed straight in, bottoming out in just a few moments. They both sighed as they connected completely. Her ass was pressed tight to his balls, her folds pressed hard against him. She could feel him twitch inside her tight cunt and it made her shiver.

Within a second after the two got use to it Chris started to move. Shallow thrusts into her from behind that made her whole body shake. She had to spread her legs as wide as she could with her pants around her knee’s. His thrusts growing hard and rough with every second. One of his hands held her tightly against him while the other snaked around her middle. His large hand ghosted over her soft belly and over her rolls before stopping at her lower belly. Suddenly he pushed hard making the both of them moan.

“You feel that babe? That’s me in your tight little pussy. Your so good taking me like this. Taking my dick so deep inside you like this. So good for me. Bet you could do this for hours, just for me. Such a good slut just for me, your boyfriend.”

“Yes yes yes… just for you, good for you Chris!”

With one last sharp tug backwards on his fat cock, she came undone around him.

She shoved her hand over her mouth as she orgasmed. Her eyes rolling back as she thrusted back against him trying to ride him the best she could. Her legs growing weak from the pleasure he was giving her. Her walls tightened up around him and she could feel the warmth of her own cum leaking out around her boyfriends shaft. She shivered as her orgasm slowed and she was left in the after glow. She let him continue until he reached his own end.

He grunted as he pulled her back onto his cock one more time before stilling inside of her. Pumping her full of his hot cum. His hips jerked up into her as he spilled into her heat. Her hole drinking it up to the best of its ability. He rested his head in between the crook of her neck as they both stood there for a while. He could feel his dick slowly soften inside her spasming cunt. She whimpered as she slowly withdrew from her. He tucked himself back into his pants before looking back at her.

He ran his finger though her sloppy folds and felt their mixed cum covering her wet lips, it was thick and sticky against her sponge like lips. He smirked as he reached her hole. He couldn’t see it but he could feel the way her spent hole winked and spilled his hot load. It dripped onto his fingers before he shoveled it back into her raw pussy. He quickly pulled her underwear and pants back on before re buttoning them for her.

“You better get home before you leak all my cum into those cute panties. Text me when you get home so I know you got home safe. Thanks for dinner again babe.”