#it would have been faster to just make a fucking video instead of trying to find all these gifs

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

wait hold on...

(also by @/luuuna-rambles tumblr's gif search is a nightmare)

Ed, the greatest pirate captain of all time:

And then of course we have Stede who wanted to be captain so bad he paid his way in

And Izzy who wanted to be captain so bad that the only way to placate him was to promise he could be captain and who had a tantrum when Ed didn't kill Stede in order to retire and leave Izzy the captaincy like he said he was going to, a tantrum which lasted 4 episodes and almost got stede killed twice and everyone involved killed once:

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[sturniololoves]

Chris uses a remote controlled vib on reader when they are on live

‘LIVE REACTION’— CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

ꕥ pairing. Christopher Sturniolo x fem! Reader

ꕥ summary. in which Chris uses a remote controlled vibrator on his girlfriend in his brothers Wednesday twitch stream.

ꕥ requested. yes by anon!

ꕥ warnings. smut, no actual P in V, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, public sex kinda ig???

ꕥ word count. 586

ꕥ A/N. i had lots of fun writing this thanks for the request!! ALSO IF YALL SEND ME MORE DRABBLES LIKE THIS ILL BE ON MY POSTING GRIND

Arousal dripping down your leg, shaking, trembling, and trying not to orgasm from the overstimulation.

You wouldn't think that Chris would pull this move in front of over thirty thousand fans, or even his brothers.

But that's what he loves about it.

Having a vibrator remote control in his pocket, and the other piece in your pussy on low vibrations on display for the fans to see.

You and the triplets just got back yesterday, not realizing they didn't film a Wednesday video for their YouTube channel.

Instead, last night while you were sleeping Nick, Matt, and Chris went live playing Fortnite and decided to just stream for their Wednesday vlog playing headbandz of all things.

Before any of this even started Chris had the bright idea for you to wear a vibrator just for fun, you obliged to see where it would go, that obviously being a mistake.

Because now here you are waiting for your turn on the game while sitting on Matt's bed hopefully there isn't a wet spot underneath you.

“Y/n your turn!” Nick says finally guessing his.

You struggle to get up from the number of times Chris has edged you, but make it to the chair anyways.

He has a habit that the longer you take to guess the more he turns up the levels, and this time isn't going to be any different.

They stick the paper to the hat and you begin asking questions already preparing to cum this time around.

“Am I a person?” you ask.

No, they reply in unison.

“Am I an object?”

They all yell yes with a laugh.

“Am I electrical,” you ask, starting to feel more faster rhythmic vibration starting to flow through your body.

Yes again.

“Can I be used in the kitchen?” Clearly a wrong answer because the vibration is intense, possibly being on the max setting.

Closing your eyes, hands falling to grip the chair, so tightly your knuckles turn white.

You bite your lip to steady a moan, hoping chat doesn't pick up on your unusual actions.

“In the bedroom?” coming out in almost a moan.

That gives you a moment to breathe it being right, but it doesn't take long for it to start up once again at a lower setting.

“Is it a phone charger?” Clearly, you were wrong, that wasn't the max setting because this one hit you like a bus. Almost causing you to tumble to the floor, letting out an uncontrollable squeal, feeling the knot in your stomach that's been there for about an hour starting to burn.

“S-sorry got dizzy felt like I was going to fall!” you say to cover up the noise you let out.

“Do you need anything, baby?” Chris says but a smug smirk.

You know if you answer him you'll cum, but its too late the knots on fire.

“Is it a-” being Interrupted by the shock of an orgasm, shaking from the release of the knot snapping, finally sighing in relief of the orgasm that now coats your panties more than before.

It was definitely noticeable, but now you can't let them know.

“A vibrator it is a vibrator,” you say out of breath and still trying to come up from your high.

You're right, of course you're right.

“Y/n are you okay what the fuck just happened?” Matt says worried about the state you're in.

“Yeah perfectly fine,” you smile up at him

Way to be discreet Christopher.

And the fans definitely know.

TAG LIST: @sturnsforlife , @freshloveee , @sturnsbabie , @delusional-4-fake-people, @chr1sgirl4life

[sage-green-matcha]

just ethan smut i need more of himmm

CAM BOY - ETHAN LANDRY 📸

“If you film me while I suck it you could be a superstar!”

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT, blowjob, sub!Ethan, a bit of overstim!

<3

<3

<3

"Night, Y/n" Ethan flashed you a sweet smile, walking into his bedroom. You smiled back, peeking from the couch to make sure he had locked his door.

You had to wait, as annoying as it was you needed Ethan to be asleep before you made some time for yourself.

It had become a routine, every Friday you'd take out your toy, looking for a new video to watch.

You had become fascinated with a certain account. Out of all the cocks on the website his was always the prettiest.

Your mouth drooled at the stranger's perfect tip, you were convinced you would starve to death if you couldn't have him.

You danced around the dimly lit kitchen in just your panties, pouring yourself a glass of water.

The large teeshirt over your body covered your top half, but you could still see your hard nipples peeking through.

You rubbed your thighs together as you watched the live stream, taking small sips of your water.

You weren't one to comment or send gifts, but with how good the streamer looked you thought about dropping a couple bucks on him.

His large hand pumped his pretty cock, wetness from spit and cum covering his stomach.

His toned chest rose with each deep breath he took, small dirty whimpers falling from his lips.

You tried so hard not to touch yourself, trying to drink your water as quickly and quietly as you could.

A deep moan came from your phone's speakers. It was a little too loud though, making you accidentally drop your glass.

"Fuck" You jumped back, trying not to step on the shattered pieces of glass.

But instead of immediately cleaning up the mess another sound caught your attention.

You furrowed your eyebrows at your phone, hearing almost the exact same noise of glass crashing escape through the speakers.

It had to be a coincidence...right?

It couldn't be Ethan, it just couldn't. He was too nerdy and innocent to do such dirty things.

But you were curious, poking at the broken glass with the broom next to you.

His movements had become tense, his body seconds from getting up.

You could hear the glass noise through your phone, a shocked and confused expression on your face.

The rando you had been drooling over for months was your roommate. It was Ethan Landry.

You couldn't believe it, you had been craving him the entire time without even knowing it.

You didn't care to clean up the mess, walking over to Ethan's room quickly.

"Eth?" Your knocks were echoed through your phone, the stream quickly shutting off.

It was silent for a minute, until you knocked once again wanting to make your presence known.

"Yea?" He rubbed his eyes, pretending that he was asleep.

You stared at him for a bit, his lips were wet with saliva. His hair was messy and his pj pants fell perfectly on his hips...he was also still hard.

You were nervous as you stood in front of him, your body clearly flustered with what you had just discovered.

"Do you need anything y/n/n?"

His heartbeat went faster and faster as you stood in front of him. He knew you knew about it, you had to. After all, you weren't that quiet on your own nights either.

"Are you...? Do you like...uh"

You played with your hands, squeezing your thighs together as Ethan stood tall in front of you.

"I already know what you're gonna ask..." He scratched the back of his neck, his shirt rising up just enough to see his glistening stomach.

"You do?" He nodded at your words, taking a step closer to you. Your body hitched but you didn't pull back, his hand now tucked into your hair.

He pulled you closer and you could feel his boner rub lightly against you, making your panties soaking wet.

You weren't sure how you ended up on the ground, on your knees as Ethan pumped his fat cock in front of you.

His laptop was open beside him, the live stream back on. You had agreed to do it on live. It got you all excited knowing hundreds of people were watching.

You were salivating, wanting a taste of what you had craved for a disgustingly long time.

Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, excitement running through you as you spit on him.

You made patterns on his skin with your fingers, pressing tightly on the warm flesh in your hand.

He shuttered at the movement, biting back his lip in an attempt to stop any noises.

You slid two fingers down his length, teasing his tip as you brought it to your lips.

He watched with dark eyes as your lips wrapped around him, your mouth full with his cock.

His precum tasted so good, your tongue was addicted to the flavor.

He squirmed with a moan while you took him into your mouth, holding back gags as tears formed in your eyes.

Ethan tried his hardest not to stuff his entire cock down your throat, scared to hurt you.

You could tell he was desperate, small and cute whimpers spilling out of him.

His tip hit the back of your throat, hot and hard as he held back.

Tears formed in your eyes and your breath hitched, pulling him out of your throat and closer to your tongue.

Your hands pumped at his burning cock, his body filled with pleasure. He squirmed with each new touch, your hand on his knee with your lips wrapped around him.

He couldn’t get over how sexy you looked. Your knees burned, pretty tears falling from your glistening eyes.

You bobbed your head, the sound of wetness filling the room.

Heat ran through your body, remembering the fact that a camera was recording the entire thing.

He swiped the sticky hair from your face, taking his hand and pushing you closer to his base.

You gagged but didn’t care, Ethan fucking the shit out of your throat. “Shit…shit” his whimpers made you want to cum, sucking all the air from your cheeks to make your hole tighter.

You looked at him with lust and admiration, his eyes squeezed shut as his legs started to shake.

Your hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in soft and slow motions while you watched.

His veins engraved into your lips, doing tricks with your tongue on his now glossy tip.

“Im close, fuck Y/n, I’m so close” He bit back his lip. His legs starting to shake even more, making you rub your clit harder.

You held his tip in front of your mouth. warm cum oozing out from his cock.

You licked every drop of it up, tasting the warm salty liquid in your throat.

Ethan watched as you took him into your mouth was again, mumbling words that you couldn’t understand.

“It hurts, it hurts”

His whines made you excited, they were so much prettier in real life than in his laggy live streams.

His cock twitched in your mouth. Ethan tried to pull away but you followed, your nails scratching his thighs.

“Fucking finally, I’ve been wanting to taste your cock for so long”

Ethan’s heart fluttered, but he couldn’t speak. Not when your lips were still wrapped tightly around his dick.

[andersonfilms]

ღ ELECTRAPLAYER ✶ SEVEN INCHES DEEP !

series masterlist collab series w/ the talented, sweet baby — @abbyscherry

tags. eighteen+, strap sex (abby!r), daddy kink, breeding kink, masc!reader but can be read by all, part of a series but can be read on it’s own.

you're gripping her hair like she's your favorite vice, cock stretching her pretty pussy, even prettier ass recoiling against you. toned back arched for you as she moans like a whore. only down side is you can't see the effect you're having on her pretty face. the moans abby continues to let out are enough to hold you over until you can see her sun-kissed skin cheeks again, hundreds of adorable freckles decorating her nose with the soft bend. the one you adore more than the stars in the sky. 

you’d been staring at her all night the day before, entranced with her beauty yet again. it’d just been the two of you, a starry skin, and her. the empty beer bottles kissing the plush grass had her singing, saying some stupid joke but caused you to have a belly laugh. incredibly loud, obnoxious even, but it makes her laugh even harder. 

the sun couldn’t hold their own against her shine. the brightest star you’ve ever known. the sick feeling comes back in moments like these, afraid of the unknown. what if it doesn’t work? nagging and deafening, the thought picks at your brain like zombies off a dead carcass. all of this could end in a moment, just like the rest but you try to believe otherwise when she does shine with blissful ignorance. 

you want to sit in it with her. 

sometimes, it’s hard to believe she’s just yours. there’s not a single soul but you to take care of her, praise her, worship her. every bit of her is for you, but tonight she’s stubborn. batting her eyelashes, give you fuck me eyes. the little brat knew it would work too. 

“is this what you wanted? fucking begging me all day to be fucked. texting me, calling me all day while i train, fuck, making me lose my focus.” you pull harder on her golden hair. a fist full of her hair, a whimpering slut — you can practically see the drool. “and sending me the video of your tits in the shower, slippery and soapy. low fucking blow.” 

“daddy, i just needed you. m’sorry, i—” you slap her ass, effectively shutting her up. well…her words only. abby moans instead, muffled by the sheets beneath her. “what? you’re fucking sorry? had to cut my day early because of you. what was so important it couldn’t wait?” 

“i don’t want to say. it’s really embarrassing.” she shyly remarks. 

“babygirl, i’m seven inches in your pussy. don’t think there should be any more secrets between us.” you slap her ass again and abby  knows what it means. 

better fess up or there’s much more painful punishments to come. 

honestly, abby ponders for a moment. almost taking them up on the offer but her need to cum far outweighs the bratty little devil resting on her shoulder. even if she hadn’t made the decision for herself, you would have gotten abby there. 

your pace increases, fucking her harder, faster. “talking back to me isn’t a smart move. you and i both know it.” you can hear just how wet she is; every thrust sends her closer and closer to what she craves. the pleasure is practically on her tongue. pink, raw lips pleading for the craving she can never satiate. not with you. 

the confession threatening to fall from her tongue, but she bites on it. rather taking the pinching in her mouth than admit she’s wrong. with anyone else, she’s always gotten her way. but with you, you effectively know how to shut her right the fuck up. 

“tell me what i want to hear. what’s in this pretty head angel? hm? does daddy need to fuck your harder? y’know i will.” without prompt, you start piston fucking into her, the flimsy headboard beating against the wall. her moans growing louder, heavier, sluttier. 

“f-fuck, daddy. shit, shit, shit.” abby can’t stop whining, her thighs shaking controllably, back arching ever further, if it was even possible. “please? fuck, i-, need you to spill, daddy. please need to be stuffed full of your cum.” without any buffer you’re pulling her hair so hard, abby’s back collides with your chest. 

your cock filling her up even deeper as you continue to fuck her. she almost pulls your hair out from the root, before her neck to bitting into your neck, sucking, before she lets her tongue soothe over the mark. 

it’s obvious, you’re so close to cumming. you can hardly stand and fuck, the base of the harness is rubbing against your clit. god, combined with abby’s moans. you’re close. 

“fuck yeah? wanna have my babies baby? want me knock you up? pump you full of cum until you just can’t fucking take anymore?” 

“please, god, daddy i-, i’m going to come. can i come? please? fuck, need to come all over your cock. please say yes. god, daddy?” 

the last words are a nail in her coffin. 

“c’mon babygirl. show me how much you want me to breed you. need to know how worthy you are of my cum. my babies. fucking show me how much of a dirty slut you are.” you press your lips on her ear, kissing it softly. “that's right. just for daddy."

hope you enjoyed! mwah mwah!

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

hamzah missing you on vacation

talk to me - hamzahthefantastic x reader

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contains: fluff, smut, reader is female, you read the rest and find out

word count: no clue rn but its short

story below the cut

hamzah: hi baby sorry i haven’t been texting n stuff i’ve been busy with martin and mandy yk but i love you sm and i miss you

you: i understand completely :) have fun and dw about me ily too

hamzah: i just got back to my room, u wanna call?

you: ofcc

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hamzah had gone on vacation to curaçao to relax and film videos for youtube and the podcast. he had brought the trip up to you, asking if you wanted to go. unfortunately, you had work and couldn’t take time off because this was one of their busiest months. you were both obviously disappointed, but he understood and you wanted him to go without you and have fun filming. (#securerelationships) when he got off the plane, that was the moment you realised that it was going to be difficult with extra work and no boyfriend, but you were managing so far. however, today you just got home and boy were you exhausted.

your phone went off as soon as you had sent him the last text. you wait 10 seconds before answering it. “hellooo?” you hear hamzah say. “heyy” you reply, matching his energy. “whats up?” “nothingg, i just missed you” this man knows just what to say. “wait facetime me” he says, while the button pops up on the screen. you answer and see someone else with him. “well hello martin” “y/n! how are you?” “i’m good, how has the trip been for you and mandy?” “so good, she loves it. but this guy here is constantly yapping about how much you would love it too.” “aghh, i know, it looks like a lot of fun, much better than what i’m doing haha.” “alright well i’m gonna go back to my room, cya guys.”

martin leaves hamzah’s hotel room to go back to his own. he turns his camera off, but you didn’t think much of it at the time. you can hear fumbling on his end of the phone. “so, tell me about your day.” you think hard, not even remembering what you did, but start giving him a little summary. you hear a zipper while you talk, but continue as he was probably just changing. you hear him release a groan, “hamzah? are you okay?” “yeah i- just wish you were here right now. hearing your voice isn’t enough.” you finally caught on.

“are you… jerking off right now?” his breath hitches a little. “i’m sorry- i just can’t get you out of my head baby. imagining you in a bikini just makes it worse.” he breathes out. your cheeks grow redder, thankful he wasn’t there to see it. the truth is that you needed him badly too. “well, what would you do if i was there?” you ask him in a more lustful tone. he stops palming himself through his boxers, and removes them instead. “i would pull the string from your- top” he starts slowly stroking his dick. you start taking off your oversized shirt, not bothering to wear a bra because you were home alone. “and then, fuck, i would kiss you everywhere and touch your boobs.” you start massaging your breasts, moaning a little. “mhm, and then what?”

he whimpers, barely audible on the phone. “i wish my hand was yours right now baby. i would probably- m’ take off your bikini and fuck you so good.” he groans out while you take off your panties. you insert a finger into your pussy, ”uh shit, hamzah” you moan out, wanting to help him reach his high. his breathing gets heavier, and all you can think about is if he was the one fingering you right now. “you make me so fucking hard babe-“ you push in another finger, rubbing your clit slightly faster. “keep going hamzah” you praise him, making him involuntarily buck his hips into his hand. “i bet your pussy would taste so good right now.” he says, and you stretch yourself more.

“i can’t hold it,” “just let go y/n” that last sentence made you moan loudly and release your orgasm, panting to try to catch your breath. he groans out, cumming on himself, relieved. “i love you so much.” “i love you too” “you’re definitely coming on the next trip no matter what.” you start getting stuff ready to clean yourself up. “i will, and i think im gonna take a shower now baby.”

“mmm, part 2?”

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thank you for the request im so tired and drained rn but hopefully this will hold you guys off for the next one. ;)

[youalreadyhavefullresults]

the mindset journey

So hi.

My mindset has been evolving a lot ever since I started this journey, and I thought I'd lay it all out in one post. Subliminals, mindless affirming, scripting, visualization, states. I've tried so many things out, and I think I've finally figured out what works for me.

TLDR:

Stop “trying” to manifest or checking the 3d, you already have full results, creation was over like since forever.

Sure you know that you’re God, as the posts and everything you’ve seen tells you, but have you really embraced that internally?

It doesn’t matter how many posts you read, it’s up to you to actually change your mindset.

Logic is literally useless, be delusional (don’t you just wanna go ape-shit :), go get your fucking desires)

Time is not linear, and means nothing when manifesting.

Revision is so powerful, use it.

It’s just so easy guys, please just make sure you’re actually applying the information you see instead of just passively scrolling through.

And the rest is under the cut, happy reading <33

I started off in the subliminal community in Oct 2020 and just had so many limiting beliefs, it was sad. Not to shit on the community or anything, some of them are wonderful people and most of them have changed their mindset as well, but my initial knowledge prevented me from getting to this point until now. But, now I’m here, and a day after I wrote this in my drafts, I literally manifested my ideal life. I originally started this blog to collect advice from loa blogs, but honestly, I don’t need any of it anymore. Though I do like helping people, so if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask.

The Initial Mindset:

I always read through countless posts that say “You’re God” and “You literally can get what you want without even trying.” While I understood the text and adopted the mindset, I still did little subconscious things that contradicted it. While I affirmed my self-concept was perfect, I would also cram-study for exams and worry I would fail. I would say I look perfect, but then also worry about the way my body looked. Also, the way that I literally became obsessed with loa media? I spent hours watching Sammy Ingram videos, looping subliminals, and reading tumblr posts on “how to manifest faster and better”. During this phase of my life, my mind was plagued with intrusive thoughts and my self-concept was slowly getting better, but still absolute shit. I would manifest things here and there, but nothing life-changing.

The main problem however, was the fact that I would treat manifesting like a task I HAD to do. Now that school was back in session, I literally would zone out during specific classes on purpose and just affirm to myself. I would feel bad if I hadn’t listened to my subliminal playlist for the day because I “wasted time in getting my desires”. There’s nothing wrong with vainly affirming or listening to subs if you believe it works, but for me, treating manifesting like a task meant that I was looking for an outcome. Clearly, now I know better, that everything is always done and that there’s nothing to complete, but back then, this was probably the main reason why I struggled to see full results easily. I was acting out of desperation and didn't believe manifestation already was done.

When Everything Changed:

I know that it’s different for everyone, but my “aha!” moment was probably when I read this post. Seriously, go read it, it made me realize that I was going about it all wrong. Now, it wasn’t learning how to perfect my manifesting, it was learning to pull out the tiny limiting beliefs that had burrowed its way into my subconscious.

For example,

“I need to do xyz so that I can get my manifestations.”

Why would I would need to do anything if I already have all of my manifestations hmm? It’s literally already done. Like there’s no need to put in that effort into something that’s already perfect right? So why do I need to even need to try? I literally get whatever tf I want without even trying. This doesn’t mean that every method out there is useless, but in the end, you are the one doing the manifesting, not the method.

“But... this makes absolutely no logical sense! How would this even work?”

I know that STEM me loves finding the logic behind everything, so that’s why I struggled a lot with the logic and time aspect. But darling, it doesn’t need to make sense. There are literally so many things in the world that scientists to this day can’t explain, including just how powerful and complex your brain is. Not to mention the fact that concepts such as logic and science are literally man-made too? What’s the point in trying to deal with logic? Just let go and have fun.

“I affirmed so hard, and I believed it. But then it never showed up when the time came.”

First off, your time spent affirming means nothing, sorry to break it to you. It’s about the mindset(your state if you will) you currently exist in that truly makes a difference. And just because it didn’t show up today doesn’t mean that you missed your window of opportunity. Revision is still manifesting, because time is not a linear concept. Anything at any time can just change with a snap of your fingers. You want to change all of your test scores? Bam, it’s done. you wish WW2 never happened? Bam, it’s done. You want to relive the past 5 years of your life? Bam, it’s done. It doesn’t matter what the event is, what time it is, or that you “didn’t do it before the deadline”. Whenever you do get it(which is instant/soon if you're persisting properly), it will be there, seamlessly blended in with your 3d. You don’t need to worry about a damn thing, your subconscious will take care of everything for you.

“Oh no! I just had intrusive thoughts, did I just mess up my manifestations?”

Why are you giving intrusive thoughts the power to do anything? Sure, you may get them, but that doesn’t mean that they have any effect on you. It’s the doubt they make you feel in your mindset that truly messes it up. Don’t give in. Acknowledge the thought, accept that it literally means nothing, and continue to persist. Your thoughts only have the power you give them.

“Nah, everyone has to be lying, this doesn’t seem real.” / ”Manifesting must just be a coincidence, there’s no way this is real.”

Oh? So you’re saying, the amount of posts you’ve seen, all of the success stories, all of the followers and comments, are you saying every single one of them is lying? No. I’m not saying that every single one of them is truthful, but there’s no way that every single one of them would lie and put this much work into something that’s not real. If you find yourself struggling to believe in the law, I’d suggest you try to manifest something small, and then build up your belief from there. I sure as hell didn’t believe in any of this from the beginning, but then, I manifested consciously for the first time. Again, and again. It became easier, and my life got better. It soon becomes apparent that literally everything you think happens. I always used to wonder how things I randomly thought in the back of my head always happened even though I literally didn’t do anything about it in the 3d. This proved to me that your mental state is more powerful than it seems.

“Can I manifest-”

Yes. Just yes. You’re GOD. GOD. Why tf is God asking some random loa account if they can manifest something or not? Ofc God would know that they can manifest whatever the fuck they want instantly. Do you think when God said “Let there be light”, he first asked people around him if he could? No. He took that shit and just fucking ran with it.

“But-but, what if-”

Uh-uh. I don’t want to fucking hear it. Like I said in the previous section, stop overthinking everything you do. Just go. Run with what you already know and manifest the life of your dreams. You don’t need to keep looking for new information, some specific post that changes everything for you. All they can do for you is steer you in the right direction. You’re the one who’s going to have to figure out our mindset and pull yourself together, no one else can do it. Take back your power, embrace it. I don’t care if you unfollow every single loa account or delete tumblr, just stop looking for the next post. Why would you need more information when you already have everything you need?

I wrote down everything I struggled with, forgot about it, and continued to persist in my new mindset. I ignored any negative 3d circumstances, and just vibed in the feeling that my desires were already here, that feeling of contentment someone has when everything in their life is just amazing. The main question I asked myself was, what would a person who had ____ think, and I went from there. Soon the things I wanted just started popping up in my life, just as I knew it would. I feel like the things I’ve said in this post are pretty much the same concepts you see all over loa tumblr, which is why it’s so important that you actively take in the information that’s being given to you and actually apply it. I was obsessed with tumblr and kept on scrolling through countless blogs and posts, and I was only able to fully manifest after I stepped away from all of that. There is no big secret. There’s no miraculous method that will fix everything for you. There’s just... you. And your subconscious. Whatever you tell your subconscious, goes. As simple as that.

How about, instead of scrolling to whatever next loa post you were about to see on this app, you close tumblr and just go live your best life? Don’t overcomplicate it and just do whatever feels natural to you. I hope this post helped, happy manifesting!

-cinna

[pupyuj]

im back again

sorry for spam

been thinking about sending nudes to g!p yena while she has to work overtime, not able to come home

sending increasingly racey photos to her before sending a long video of you fingering your cunt moaning her name,

taunting/begging her to come home and take care of you with her thick cock

yena who almost whines in public at the sight of your sopping wet cunt, girly ends up cumming under her desk, jerking off to the video

☕️

☕️ anonnnnn pls never apologize for the spamming trust me i love it you keep my brain fresh w your ideas and you challenge me to venture out of the usual things i do so i want to thank you a lot actually ehe <33 anyways THIS ASK?? i exploded.

OKOK i see the vision but all that + phone sex??? LISTEN. WALK WITH MEEEE—

pushing yena to the point of being so needy that she hits you up just as you planned 🤭 answering her call and the first thing you hear is her breathing heavily and... the faint sounds of her coating her throbbing, hard dick with precum as she mindlessly pumped it in and out of her hand... yena's very whiny while she does it too, finding it so hard to truly feel good since you're not around to help her :( mf yaps tho 😭 talking about how you're being so mean and how it's not fair that she can't come home to you asap bcs of all the stupid work she has to get done <//3

and oh it would just drive her so insane when you start touching yourself too! hearing your moans and whimpers and begging while you ride your pillow, telling yena how much you wished you were riding her instead 🫣 she'd actually start thrusting into her hand, picturing you above her, your tight pussy wrapped around her cock and your tits all over her face... the office might be empty but yena would still have the decency to bite her lip to try and silence her sounds that were getting louder and louder the longer she hears you satisfying yourself without her 😣

and let's say you turn your camera on and let your phone sit in a way where yena can see you ride your pillow?? she watches as you move your hips the same way you would while riding her... moaning obnoxiously against the sheets as you played with your own nipples 😵‍💫 then she would see how you're actually feeling so good bcs she was watching you, and you were getting a kick out of what you're doing to her just by doing this.. nasty whore 🫣

"y-you owe me so much, (y/n)-ah..." yena would say,, she'd already have so many ideas about how she'd get revenge and have you begging her for release, or a break 🤭 and she hits a mind-blanking orgasm of her own soon after you reach yours... making a mess of her hand and her clothes... hehe her blushing as she cleans herself up bcs she's still watching you lay on top of the pillow all exhausted and spent but god you were so fine—

you'd tell her to go home quickly and abruptly end the call after sending her a cute lil kiss and suddenly yena would be the most diligent worker in that damn company! 😭 finishing her work in record time and getting the fuck out of that office,, and sure she goes over the speed limit a few times but hey it did get her home to you faster... thus giving you and her all the time in the world to fuck like animals after a long, rough day of barely seeing each other <33

[baby-yongbok]

The Hyunjin smut about him peeing got me blushing so hard I had to take a moment to stare at the ceiling and calm down lol!

Can you please write something similar about Lee know where the reader has to pee but Lee know doesn't know it and they get so lost in humping each other that the reader forgets they have to use the bathroom and the suddenly pee getting very embarrassed and crying a little and him comforting her and says that he didn't mind and he finds is hot? :>

You ask and I shall answer 💕

Stuck In The Moment

Boyfriend!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: Cursing

✨Masterlist✨

You had been patient, you waited for almost two months to get some alone time with your boyfriend. You understood that it was comeback season and that meant that he would be busy almost all of the time. You waited up for him on the nights when he would practice late, making sure that he had something to eat when he got to your apartment and that all he had to do was shower and sleep. 

He made sure to give you attention when he could, calling you on his breaks and telling you about all of the things that they had scheduled. You loved hearing about his work, you loved how much he was loving it but what you really wanted was for him to love up on you instead. You missed his touch and his kisses more than anything in the world. Your thighs would get sticky with arousal whenever you watched the practice videos that he sent you. Your eyes always found their way to his arms and strong legs, you often found yourself wishing that you could ride his thigh while he holds you close and kisses you so much that you forget how to breathe. That’s all you wanted and by the luck of the God’s that’s exactly what you’re getting tonight.

Minho was finally granted a couple of days off so as soon as he walked through the door his hands were on you. His lips were desperate to feel yours and you had no plan on arguing with that. You immediately abandoned your previous project and allowed your needy boyfriend to distract you. His lips wandered all over the exposed skin of your neck while the two of you stumbled over to the bedroom like drunk college students after a party. 

“I missed you so much.” You moaned as he cupped your ass in his hands, squeezing hard and pulling you into him. 

“Missed you too, need you.” He mumbled against your skin as he lowered himself onto the mattress, pulling you onto his lap in the process. “You need me baby?”

“So badly.” You pulled him into another heated kiss, allowing his tongue to fuck your mouth as you took in the taste of him. He shifts you so that you’re straddling his thigh and you groan into his mouth. You completely forgot that you had to pee before he got home, you squirm in his hold a bit, trying to make yourself a bit more comfortable. 

You could just pull away for a second and tell him that you need to use the bathroom but you’ve missed him so much that you don’t want to ruin the moment. A moan erupts from your throat as the feeling of Minho pressing his thigh up against your heat pulls you out of your thoughts. You instinctively grind your hips into him, chasing the feeling that you’ve been craving for so long. Goosebumps cover you along with the intense pleasure, your need to pee has enhanced the wave running over you and effectively made you forget about your plan to use the bathroom all together. There’s no way that you can stop now, you’re in too deep. 

“That’s right, baby.” He grabs your hips, guiding your core against his clothed thigh. You rut against him desperately, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back as intense waves of pleasure swallow you. “This is what you really missed, isn’t it baby?”

You nod your head lazily, moaning in response as you grind against him faster. All of your neediness pooled at your core as the knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“Look at me, Jagi.” You open your eyes, tipping your head back down to look Minho in his eyes. His dark lustful gaze makes you whimper as you struggle to keep eye contact. Your brows furrow as you feel yourself about to go over the edge. 

“I’m g-gonna -” You’re cut off by Minho aggressively smashing his lips against yours, his tongue instantly slips between your lips, swallowing your moans and replacing them with his own. He pulls away once your grinding becomes more sloppy and he can tell that you’re right at your peak. 

“Say my name while you cum for me, baby.” His words were all that you needed to fall into your orgasm, your legs shook and you fell against Minho, your head resting in the crook of his neck. 

His name falls from your lips along with a string of swear words as your orgasm washes over you but for some reason you feel it literally washing over you. Just as you’re coming down from your orgasm you realize that you don’t have to pee anymore and that when it hits you. You sit up quickly, panic written all over your features as you look down at Minho’s soaked thigh. You stare down at it for a few seconds as tears well up in your eyes.

“Baby, that was -" He stops mid sentence when you look up at him, a tear trailing down your cheek and your breathing picking up as the panic sets. “Hey hey what happened?”

Minho pulls you into a hug as he rubs circles into your back and hushes you softly. You can’t help but cry a bit harder as you realize what just happened, you’ve been waiting so long for this moment and you ruined it in the most embarrassing way possible. Your thoughts start to spiral as you fall deeper into panic but you’re pulled out by your boyfriend's soft voice. 

“Did you not mean to do that?” You furrow your brows slightly, confused by his question. Of course you didn’t mean to embarrass yourself like that. You shake your head and Minho hums in response as he thinks of what else to say.

“Are you mad at me?” Your words come out in a whisper as another tear falls and Minho leans back to look at you. His gaze is gentle and sympathetic and almost… happy?

“I’m not mad at all, baby.” He reaches up to wipe your tears with a faint grin and you pinch your brows together softly. 

“Why are you smiling?” Minho smiles wider as he looks down at the mess that you made then back up at you.

“Because I liked it.” The two of you stare at each other, his smiling eyes searching your surprised ones. “I thought that it was hot.”

“Really?” Minho nods his head in response, his eyes darkening a bit as he recalls the incident. 

“You came so hard and you were moaning my name so loudly, baby. Once I realized that you pissed on me I nearly fucking came too.” You think back and realize that you did cum a lot harder than you normally do and riding his thigh felt ten times more intense than any other time that you’ve done. Your cheeks burn red as you take it in, did you actually like it?

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Jagi, I was very into it.”

“I uh, actually think that I might be too.” Your voice is small but the smile that your words paint on Minho’s lips is big and it makes you feel excited all over again.

“Yeah? We can explore that if you want.” You nod your head with a smile and Minho leans in for a kiss as he presses his soaked knee up against your cunt. The cold wet fabric of his sweatpants against your warmth pulls a moan out of you that he quickly swallows before pulling back.

“We have the entire weekend to explore it, baby.”

[orangesaek]

phone or video sex with mark please? where he’s been on tour and calls reader when he misses her

hi! thank you so much your request 💚 i hope you see this and tell me if you enjoyed it as much as i made it ♡ this was honestly a bit challenging to write — it's so difficult to keep myself from feeling so turned on by kinky mark 🥹

genre: smut, a little bit of fluff

pairings: mark x female reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of: porn, sex, masturbating, fingering, cum, kinky stuff, cussing, horny couple lol

a/n: lowercase intended, slightly proofread. also, i'm not adding "fluff" in the tags since this is 98% smut lol

⚠️ MINORS, PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! ⚠️

mark kept tossing and turning in his hotel bed, feeling quite relieved that he and jaehyun were sleeping on separate beds. otherwise, he would have definitely woken the latter up already from his restlessness.

it had already been 2 weeks since the group started their world tour, and they still have a few stops left for the month.

and that means it had already been 2 weeks since the last time you and mark had sex, which also means that he hasn't touched himself since then.

mark never thought he would become addicted to sex until the two of you started dating.

you were just so amazing in bed to the point he stopped relying on porn to jack off, and just imagines fucking the life out of you to do the trick.

he was just blankly staring at the ceiling before he raised his left arm to check the time on his watch. mark heaved a deep sigh after realizing that he only had a few hours left to sleep before they need to wake up for the rehearsals.

"she might be in the middle of work right now..." he mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling again. this was definitely one of those nights he missed your touch the most.

ever since the two of you started dating, mark has come to love the kinkier side of sex. sure, he enjoyed the slow, more intimate kind, but he has come to enjoy the hard fucks more, bdsm, the quickies, and a lot more — all because of you.

mark dimmed the table lamp and grabbed his phone from the bedside, thinking he could just watch porn at this point instead of disturbing you at work.

he looked over at jaehyun, whose back was facing him before opening his phone's browser in incognito and typed in his favorite go-to porn site. mark heaved another sigh after scrolling through pages of videos, trying to find something to jack off to but failing. nothing really caught his eye enough to get a boner.

mark closed his browser and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. thinking naughty things about you might help him get off, but it had been 2 weeks since he has seen and touched your body that he just felt the absolute need to actually see it again.

"i guess i can try..." he quietly said to himself again before opening your chat thread and quickly sending a 'hey sexy. i miss you sooo so bad :('.

mark closed his eyes, phone held tightly on his chest as he anxiously waited for your reply.

not even a minute later, a buzz on his phone signalled a new text. mark hastily opened the notification before smiling to himself, biting his lower lip in the process.

"hey pretty boy ;) i miss you, too :* but why are you still up?" you replied before sending a follow-up message, "isn't it, like, 2 a.m. over there?"

"yeah, can't sleep, baby :( i wish you were here :(" mark replied almost immediately, a follow-up message coming right after, "are you busy at work right now?"

a smirk fell on your lips after reading mark's follow-up message. you definitely knew what he wanted at that moment, as it wasn't the first time he has texted you like this when he was on tour (and when he was supposed to be sleeping).

mark's heart started beating faster in excitement after reading your reply, "i got you, baby ;* will call you in 10 minutes 👅"

he jumped out of his bed and dashed to the bathroom, quickly locking the door and making his way to the large bathtub. he got inside it and patiently waited for your call.

after sending your reply, you excused yourself from the ongoing seminar, informing your manager that you just had a really bad stomachache and will be heading to the infirmary for some medicine.

of course, that was all a lie.

as soon as you stepped out of the conference room, you ran as fast as you could to the elevator and went down to the parking lot. you got into the back seat of your car, quickly stripping off your clothes and your underwear.

the frequent car sex you had with mark was the reason why you have decided to invest in a really good dark tint for your car.

"hey, pretty boy," you greeted on the other line as soon as he picked up, voice already sounding so seductive for him. he bit his lower lip in a smirk and chuckled lowly, feeling the tingling sensation down his cock.

"hi, sexy." he said. "how are you?"

"not really feeling all too well... i want to see you,"

mark quickly requested for a video call with you, fixing his hair a little bit as he waited for you to accept it.

you quickly secured your phone on your car's phone holder before accepting his video call request.

"holy shit!" mark blurted in surprise as soon as you came into view. you were seated at the backseat, completely naked.

"you like what you see, baby?" you purred, cupping one of your breasts in one hand before playing with your nipple and dangling both of your legs on the sides of the seats infront, allowing mark to see the thing he's been craving for the past 2 weeks — your pussy.

mark could only gulp in response, feeling his boner growing by the second.

"let me see you, babe." you said, letting out a quiet moan as you used your free hand to lightly massage your clit.

"m-mark... baby..." you moaned in pleasure. "feels so... good..."

"fuck," mark grunted, positioning his phone in front of him and letting it lean on the bathroom tiles for support. he then shimmied out of his boxers in a hurry, with his hard cock springing out in full view.

you let out a gasp at the view of his big, hard cock. oh how you've missed it so much.

"fuck, baby. i want to suck your cock so bad right now," you moaned, still touching your now-wet pussy.

"oh yeah?" mark said, lips slightly parted as he started pumping his cock slowly, his eyes focused on your body. "i miss seeing you choke on my cock, baby."

"f-fuck," you moaned some more, turned on by the memory of deepthroating mark and how he would hold onto your hair to fuck your mouth until he cums.

"suck your nipple for me, angel." mark said. he let out a moan, increasing his pace as soon as you cupped your other breast higher and brought it to your mouth, licking and sucking on your nipple.

"fuck," he growls. "you're so hot."

you stopped playing with your nipple and used both of your hands to part the lips of your pussy, letting mark see its pink flesh. mark moaned again in pleasure, remembering how he'd hungrily eat it and how addicting its taste was for him.

"two... fingers..." mark said breathlessly as he pumped even faster, his eyes focused hazily on your pussy.

you adjusted yourself for mark to get a better view of you before placing two fingers on your clit, lightly massaging it, and the other two at the entrance.

"lift your shirt, baby. i want to see your nipples," you said, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure from your clit. hearing mark moan whenever you'd lick, suck and softly bite on his nipples was one of the things that turned you on, and for mark, it was one of things he never thought he would find so hot for a girl to do.

mark took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the bathroom before spitting in his hand and pumping his hard cock again. you licked your lips at the sight of mark's fully naked body.

still massaging your clit, you licked your other hand's middle and ring finger and sucked on them seductively, moaning in the process.

"ahhh, fuck," mark groaned as his head lolled back in pleasure.

you let out a long moan as soon as you inserted your fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping it in and out, and massaging your clit at the same time.

"fuck, fuck," mark hissed, pumping faster, eyes rolling at the back of his head.

"hmm," you moaned, feeling so turned on by mark's reaction. you pumped your fingers in and out faster, now aggressively rubbing your clit.

"babe... your c-cock..." you said in between breaths, feeling your juice dripping. "want... it..."

"fuck, babe..." mark let out another groan, feeling another tingling sensation in his cock. "i-i'm g-gonna... cum..."

having been with mark for a while now, you have come to learn the things that drove him crazy in bed. and one of those things is when you would suck on your nipple as you fingered your pussy, which was exactly what you did at that moment.

"shit, i'm cumm—fuck!" mark grunted as he pumped even faster, his head lolled back again and eyes closed tigtly as he heard you moaning loudly on the call.

"m-mark... fuck, i'm cumming!" you said, your own eyes closed as you quickened your pace and pinched your nipple hard, the sensation driving you crazy.

"fuckfuckfuckfuc—shit!" mark hissed when he finally reached his high, his cum dripping all over his beaten cock. he heard you moaning quietly and chuckled tiredly.

"did you cum, babe?" he asked, panting. you could only hum in response, still catching your breath.

"i love you so much, baby," he said. "i love you, and i miss you so much."

you chuckled in response before giving him a tired smile, "i love you, too, mark. so, so much. and i miss you."

after catching up for a bit (while quickly putting on your clothes again and fixing yourself, mark did the same and cleaned the tub), the two of you ended the call with a promise from mark that he'll take you out on a fun date once he comes home from tour.

mark jumped up in suprise as soon as he opened the door to the bathroom, his face drained of color.

"i just hope there's no residue on the tub, bro." jaehyun said as he patted mark's shoulder with a knowing grin on his face before walking past him into the bathroom.

- end.

requests are OPEN! feel free to send in an ask ♡

oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! i wish for whatever everyone's been manifesting to fall into place this year ✨️

[haerinari]

DAY 23 — MUTUAL MASTURBATION

PAIRING: stepbrother!jay x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, stepcest, masturbation, fingering, pillow humping, dick licking, cum eating.

WARNINGS: smut

KINKTOBER 2023

everything started when you were young, you father had left and your mom was alone with you. even tho it was only both you, you complement each other perfectly. it had always been your mom and you, best friends.

until one they your mom feel in love with a wealthy man and decided to get marry. he had a son two years older than you, his mom died giving birth to him so it was only the two of them.

the day you meet your new stepbrother, Jay, you got along with him pretty well. both of you had a lot of things in common and liked to play soccer, so you adapted to him very well.

that was when you were eleven.

while growing up you realized that Jay was having a few changes in his body. his voice got deeper, he grew a few inches taller, and his features began to become more handsome.

while you, you grew a a little (really little) inches taller, your ass and breasts become bigger, and the worst part. you got your period.

when you were 14 you started to pay more attention to Jay, you knew that it wasn’t totally correctly. but there was something on him that was so attractive in your eyes.

maybe his sharp jaw, his beautiful eyes, his veiny hands with long fingers. you didn’t know why, but Jay was hot as fuck.

now you were 18, and your parents had go to a trip on the beach celebrating his 8th anniversary. and Jay, Jay was out with his friends.

you were on your bed, watching instagram reels trying to be less bore than you were. when suddenly, a video of two girls kissing on a bar appeared on your scream. you weren’t a lesbian, but you had to admit it. lesbian porn was the best.

you watched the video a few times, looking closely on how the girls were kissing and how their hands were traveling around their tits and thighs. you didn’t even notice when your own hand was traveling directly to your pussy, putting the pink panties aside.

one of your fingers traveled up and down your slit, collecting all you juices to finally make circles on your clit. you moaned softly, imagining jay’s fingers instead of yours. thinking that was so wrong, but it felt so good.

you got your pants and panties off, throwing them somewhere on your room. you took one of your favorites pillows to do this things, placing it between your things and moving your hips back and forth. one on your hands tilted up your shirt a little, exposing your pretty tits and pinching one of your hard nipples.

you couldn’t stop thinking about jay.

Jay, jay, jay, jay…

how would it feel to ride his cock, how would his mouth would feel around your nipples, on your pussy, how his long slender fingers would stretch you so deliciously, and obviously, how big his dick would look on your mouth.

“oh~ jay” you moaned. “i’m gonna cum”

you started to ride your pillow faster and faster. pinching your nipples with one hand while the other one was doing circles on your clit.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, jay” you gasped.

you were just about to cum, when suddenly…

“y/n, i’m he—” he said opening you door.

“holy shit! jay!” you screamed, trying to cover your exposed body with the sheets of your bed.

“why were you screaming my name!? i thought you knew i was home and that you were calling me” he said.

“i was thinking about y— I though you were already home, yes” you said, why wasn’t he leaving your room.

“and why are you naked?” he asked scanning you body.

“i just— i was…” you tried to justify yourself.

“wait. you were screaming my name, and i found you half naked, riding a pillow. were you touching yourself thinking about me?” he said with a smirk.

“what!?” you exclaimed. “no, no, i just—”

“yes you were” he said closing the door behind him and getting closer to you. “did you got the chance to cum? or did i interrupted on the best part?

“Jay, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” you said.

“no, y/n. what the actual fuck is wrong with you? he said emphasizing the last words. “what a pervert stepsister do i have. do you thing this is the first time i hear you moaning my name?”

oh. shit.

jay was so close to your, his lips almost touching yours.

“do you need help to finish, pretty?” he said giving you a peck on your lips.

this was wrong, like, extremely wrong. but you were super horny, and you have wanted jay for so long.

“if you tell mom and dad i swear to god i will kill you” your told him, looking directly into his eyes.

“promise” he said.

jay got even more closer to you, getting off your body the sheets of your bed, leaving you completely exposed for him. he took one of his fingers s place it in your wet soaking pussy, sliding it up and down your slit.

he stayed like that for a few minutes, painfully teasing your pussy. you could see that you weren’t the only one getting excited, because the big erection you could see through his pants was almost begging for attention.

“take you pants off” you said breathless. “i want to make you feel good too”

jay took his pants down his ankles, leaving only his boxers that were taken off seconds later. you knew his cock was pretty, it was the perfect size and shape.

now, you were fully lying down in the bed. jay was kneel down right next to you, with his cock over your tits and one of his hand on your pussy.

You began to pull his cock slowly, feeling his entire length in your hand while he made pleasurable circles on your clit. Jay inserted his middle finger into your pussy, feeling your wet walls clench around his digit. Then he put another finger into your cunt, stretching it in an incredible way, opening and closing his fingers, moving them in a spectacular form. and you, you were pulling his cock harder and harder every time.

Moans couldn't stop coming out of your mouth, Jay was good with his fingers. His cock was so close to your mouth that all you wanted to do was lick it.

you could hear the little whimpers and moans coming from jay's mouth, they were music to your ears. Jay started moving his fingers faster than before, adding circular movements to your clit with his thumb. At this point, it wouldn't take long for you to cum very soon. But at the same time, you also wanted Jay to have his first orgasm with you, so you massage his tip to finally give him a lick all over his dick.

“fuck, do that again and i’m gonna cum” he said.

“cum on my face” you told him.

you licked his dick again and after a few more strokes him cummed all over your face and tits. you opened your mouth, tasting the white liquid that you always wanted to take.

and before you knew, you were also cumming hard on jay’ s hand. moaning his name and finally getting some released. jay took his fingers out of your pussy and put them into his mouth, licking them in a sensual ways, tasting your juices.

“thanks god mom and dad won’t be around for a while” he said with a smirk.

[donghoonie-3]

5. Want You

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Warnings: MDNI, sub sunghoon, mentions of calling hoon kitten, yn has a lot of thoughts about him,,main one being ruining him. Mentions of marking Sunghoon, yn touches themselves but still gn, sunghoons begs a lot <3. Lmk if I missed anything !!

NOTE: this chapter is written for what was in the videos sunghoon sent to yn!! This chapters ending finishes similarly like the first one when the message at the end that they send each other but that doesn't mean this is the last chapter just in case anyone thought that!!!

You get a notification from Sunghoon, wondering what it was you opened the dms and saw he sent a video. You're pretty sure you know what the video is. When you open it, he's on his knees in his bed. He has his pretty dick in his hand. His phone isn't in his hand and you think it's probably placed against a pillow or something to keep the camera of his phone on him.

"You said you'll just have to do the same to make it even so I hope you'll touch yourself to this" he says in a soft voice. He moves his hand up and down, twisting it at his tip. His own actions making him whimper, trying not to be too loud. "I hope...you like what you..see" he says in between shaky breaths.

His free hand is placed on the mattress, in between his pale thighs. He looks so cute in this position, like a pretty kitten. Fuck, what if he likes being called kitten? You think. The thought of calling him that and watching his dick twitch as he'd let out a whimper makes you go insane. You want him so bad right now.

"I wanted to...talk to you about this at the party..but didn't get the chance to" you see him pout in the video and it's only making you more turned on. You wonder about how he'd look if you suddenly edged him, would he also pout like that? Probably.

You're surprised you haven't touched yourself yet, you must've been too concentrated on the video. He looks so pretty in it that you can't think of anything other than ruining him.

You finally reach your hand down your pants and start touching yourself, letting out a sigh at the nice feeling. "I'd love to ruin you, hoonie" you say even though he's not there.

He speeds up his hand which causes him to moan louder and more frequently, the pleasure making it hard for him to be quiet. You wonder how loud he'd be with you when you'd ruin him. You start to think of more scenarios or him being fucked out.

How would he look like completely naked? You've seen him shirtless yes, but it was only his back. He didn't show his front to you.

How would he sound if you overstimulated him or edged him? Would he squirm a lot? Or would he have enough self controll to stay still? You don't think it's the latter though, he's already squirming in the video and bucking his hips up, practically fucking his hand.

You speed up your movements as you start to think of it being your hand instead of his around his dick. Touching him and tasting him. God you want to suck him off and have him begging you to let him cum.

"Fuck, yn. Wish you were here now, ruining me." He whined out. Fuck, he sounds so fucking cute. So desperate, you think. You move your hand faster as your eyes travel to his pale thighs. You want to mark those pretty thighs, have him wear shorts and walking around the house with your hickeys all over his thighs which would remind you of how you ruined him...you wish you could.

Your eyes then travel up to his neck. It was a mistake because now you can't think of him walking around with his neck marked up for everyone to see. Everyone would know he belongs to you like this. You want him so fucking bad. He's like a blank canvas for you to paint.

"Want you please, wanna cum so bad. Want you to make me cum, fuck." You can tell by his shaky voice and the way he's getting louder that he's close. "I hope you're touching yourself now, can you cum with me? Please?" He continues to speak with a pout.

You can't stop thinking of how cute he is like this. Asking you nicely to cum with him. His lips pouting and his pretty cheeks pink. His hair is slightly covering his eyes which is making him look even cuter. You want to kiss him so bad right now and tell him how much of a good boy he is.

You watch as he pick his phone up, bringing it up and pointing it down at his body. This new view is making you go insane. The way his eyes are looking up at the camera while he's still on his knees. You think of him being like this in front of you, opposite your bed while you'd be sitting on the edge. Him begging you with those pretty eyes to do something.

"I hope you...like this" Something about the position he's in and the tone of his voice is making him sound so innocent right now. You wish you could be taking care of him right now and praising him, his reactions would be so cute.

You feel yourself coming close. "Cum with me pretty boy" you say out loud. You almost think he heard you because he came in the video with you after you said that.

He let's out a loud, long moan. You're so grateful he changed the view because now you can see how pretty he looks with his head thrown back. The way his eyes roll back and his mouth parts so prettily. His Adams apple vibrating as he let's out more pretty sounds. And the way his cum flows out of his pulsing tip. He looks so pretty when he cums.

As soon as your high is over and what seems to his also being over, you notice something in the corner of your the video and it looks like your underwear. You don't mind it, you find it hot actually. Only because it's him, you do.

You thought the video would be over now but its not. He moves the phone a bit lower so it's in line with his face. "I...haha, I hope you uhm you liked that." He says as he looks away from the camera. You didn't think it would be possible but it looks like he's blushing even more. "Because I...I really like the video you sent" he looks at his phone this time when he continues to speak. You find him so cute when he's shy.

The video ends there. With your other hand free now you decide to text him.

"Oh hoon"

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[freeuselandonorris]

i wish you would write a fic featuring lando saying 'thank you' just like in the clip you just posted 😵‍💫

hi anon! excellent prompt. (as a reminder, anon is referring to this video of lando in subspace during neck training).

i watched loads of max and lando's streams from when they lived together while i was in bed with flu last week and i'm so fascinated by how fucking rude lando is at times and how patiently max puts up with it.

lando norris/max fewtrell, explicit. contains light impact play (spanking).

They’d never talked about it. It wasn’t like Lando had ever asked for it, never come right out and said hey Max, do you think you could spank me until your hand’s hurting and my arse cheeks are bright red? But then, he’d never asked Max to fuck him either, and they’d done plenty of that over the last few months.

It wasn’t a regular occurrence, the fucking. 

Other stuff, sure. Max had given and received more handjobs over since he’d moved in with Lando than he’d had hot dinners. They’d watched porn together, Max ignoring the on-screen action in favour of watching the way Lando’s face scrunched up before he came, like he was about to burst into tears. He’d sucked Lando off a few times, clumsy and inexperienced, and sunk his own cock into the wet heat of Lando’s throat a few times too. But Lando was a bit funny about fucking. Squeamish. Afraid of anything that might embarrass him. So it was on his terms, which was fair enough because Max was fairly certain he wasn’t into the idea of having anything stuck up his hole any time soon either, so who was he to judge? 

But God, the feeling of it. Tight and hot and sucking, like Lando’s body was trying to drag him further inside. It made Max want to spin it out, make it last longer – he was in no hurry to come, not when it felt so good to hold Lando loosely by the hips and watch the muscles shifting in his back as he squirmed, pulling him back against his hips in slow, shallow thrusts. He could’ve done it all day.

Except Lando was fucking the world’s biggest spoiled brat, and couldn’t just let Max do it his way. Even though Max would treat him right, make it good, make it last. Had to try and play backseat driver, even when he was on his hands and knees. 

“Fucking hurry up,” he whined, trying to shove his hips back, impale himself faster and harder. “Why are you being so slow?” 

Because I might not get to feel this again any time soon, Max thought but didn’t say, and ground his teeth. 

“Shut up,” he said instead, although he did speed up the pace of his thrusts, just a bit. “Not everything’s a fucking race.”

Lando laughed, breathless and shuddery, in a way that went right through his body and into Max’s dick. “That’s your problem, mate, you think that’s true.”

Which was a low fucking blow by anyone’s standards, given the circumstances, never mind whether he was balls deep in Lando or not. Max knew when he was being baited. Instead of rising to it and fucking Lando harder, faster, like he wanted, he stilled his hips entirely. 

“Bob,” he said, and raised his right hand, lining it up. “You need to learn some fucking manners.”

He brought his hand down onto the meat of Lando’s right cheek with a resounding crack, and Lando shrieked and jolted and clenched around Max’s dick so hard he thought he might come on the spot.

The skin reddened into a handprint immediately, a blurry outline. Max’s palm stung. He held his breath, waiting for Lando to throw a proper fit, call Max fit to burn, banish him to a sad wank in the bathroom to finish himself off. 

“Fuck,” Lando hissed, and craned his head over his shoulder to stare at Max. His eyes were wide, cheeks blotchy like he got when he’d been crying. “Oh, shit. Do that again.”

Max blinked. A peculiar feeling rushed through his veins, hot and cold all at once. His cock twitched in Lando’s hole, a muted little jerk. 

“I will if you say please,” he said. He rolled his hips, a slow drag, tipping his head back at the feeling of Lando’s tight body around him. His palm was still tingling. Fuck. 

Lando laughed, a low gargle. “You prick.” He dropped to his elbows, so his arse was sticking up more, taut and lightly tanned. He knew how to make himself as appealing as possible, you had to hand it to him. Even his tanlines were hot, the bastard. 

“Told you,” Max panted out, and passed his hand over the red print, squeezing. The skin he’d hit was hotter. Max looked at his cock disappearing in and out of Lando’s arse, shining with lube. “Manners.”

Lando made a frustrated sound and smacked the flat of his palm against the bed. “Please,” he said, like the word was being dragged out of him against his will. 

Max blinked at the ceiling, feeling the smile stretch across his face. “There you go,” he said, delirious. “Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He brought his hand down again, and Lando bit out a groan, body jerking at the impact. 

“Fuck,” he repeated. He sounded unsure of himself, like he couldn’t decide if he liked it or not. “Again.”

“Manners,” Max reminded him, and Lando whined, high-pitched and frustrated. Fuck, this was brilliant. Max rocked into him shallowly, smacked him again when Lando finally said please.

Lando shuddered and moaned every time Max’s cock slid into him up to the hilt, like he couldn’t get enough of it. The sounds he made were soft and langurous compared to the sharp cries every time Max spanked him again. 

“God,” he spat after one particularly hard blow, dropping to his forearms and shaking his head like a dog, like Max had hit him across the face and made his ears ring rather than across the arse. “Thank you.”

The way he said it, it was like he really meant it. The words sliding out of him on an exhale, a breathy little half-sob, like he was giving into something he’d been fighting against for a long time. 

“That’s it,” Max said. Usually he’d have been embarrassed of the way his voice came out, a tight groan that made it clear just how turned on he was, but right now he couldn’t give a fuck. “That’s it, say that again.”

“Thank you,” Lando said obediently, almost before Max’s hand had even made contact with his skin. He sounded like he was enjoying saying it, like the shape of the words in his mouth gave him some extra pleasure. Max couldn’t see his face, but he could tell from the tone of Lando’s voice that he was smiling, a loose wet expression like he got when he’d been drinking.

His arse was so red. The handprints were blurring into each other, one pink mass with the vague outlines of Max’s fingers still visible in places. Max took him by the hips and lifted until Lando’s knees were barely brushing the bed, making him yelp. 

“Say ‘thank you for fucking me’,” Max said, because he never knew when to stop and be grateful for a good thing. 

Lando spluttered, laughing in a way that was clearly an attempt to be derisive, but it tipped into a moan when Max thrust into him, so deep his pubic bone ached where it ground against Lando’s coccyx. 

He swore under his breath, and Lando shuddered an inhale. 

“Thank you for fucking me,” he said, the words falling out of his mouth in a slurred tumble. “Thank you for – fuck –” Max spanked him again, one quick sharp slap. “Thank you, thank you.” 

He kept repeating it like that, fast and frenetic, like he was keeping time with the movement of Max’s hips fucking into him. He was propping himself on one arm, the muscles in his shoulder and the back of his arm flexing as he jerked himself off. He looked like every one of Max’s wet dreams since the age of about fourteen.

He thanked Max as he came, voice rising to a high and reedy whine as he came into the tight clutch of his fist. Max fucked him through it, reflecting on the downside of doing it doggy style: he couldn’t see Lando’s face, the blank bliss of it, the whites of his eyes. Shame. 

Still, it wasn’t like there wasn’t enough to get him off in the heave of Lando’s chest, the twitch of his hole around Max’s dick, the warm red patches still glowing against the paler skin of his arse. Lando had barely even started with the whimpering oversensitive noises before Max was grabbing him by the hips to hold him in place, trying and failing to keep his eyes open as he came. 

He gave himself up to a count of five in his mind before gritting his teeth and pulling out, still half-hard and sensitive to the touch. No sense waiting; Lando would only get more and more angsty, hated the feeling of being wet and stretched out after he’d come. 

Picking up his discarded boxers, Max watched Lando collapse onto his stomach. He reached for his t-shirt, feeling the chill in the air against his sweaty chest, but Lando shot a hand out and snatched it out of his grasp, reaching down between his legs to wipe himself off.

“Wow,” Max said. That shirt had cost him sixty quid, for fuck’s sake. “Can you not? I’ll go and get you a flannel or something, Christ.”

Lando just grunted, wiped his sticky hand before he let Max’s t-shirt drop to the floor. Max lifted his hands in despair. 

“Get me a can of Rubicon, would you?” Lando said, rolling onto his back and squinting up at Max. “I’m gasping.”

Max sighed heavily, putting it on a bit for show, but actually he was fucking thirsty himself, now he thought about it. He padded off to the kitchen, leaving Lando fumbling his phone out from under the pillows, grabbed two freezing cans out of the fridge and a roll of kitchen towel in the hope of salvaging the rest of his clothes from Lando’s idea of a clean-up attempt.

“Here y’go,” he said to Lando, back in the bedroom, snapping one of the cans open and holding it out. 

Lando took it from him and guzzled noisily, eyes still fixed on his phone. 

“‘Thanks, Max, appreciate it’,” Max parrotted, flopping onto the bed next to him. Lando looked up at him with narrowed eyes, pushed the cold corner of his can into the soft flesh of Max’s belly, making him flinch.

Well, alright, Max thought as he grabbed for Lando’s wrist, trying to wrench him away without getting covered in sticky fruit juice. Looks like he’s going to need a lot more training. 

[hotmessmaxpress]

your onlyfans au is like. insanely hot

Thank you! And thank you to everyone who has sent me asks about this au! 😭 some of them I’m saving for later but I promise I read them all!

Have some Plot.

OnlyFans au, part 4/?

The problem with Vale and his ‘relationship’ with Marc is that when Vale’s dick is hard, there’s no more blood left for his brain to function. It’s a Pavlovian response, at this point; he sees Marc and his brain shuts off like a light switch has been flipped. No thoughts, only dick.

He and Marc send messages back and forth all the time now. Vale tips him handsomely, but Marc has begin asking for other things in return, aside from money.

Send me a picture of yourself.

The message sends a jolt of fear through Vale. He can’t very well send a selfie of his face to a motorbike-obsessed pornstar.

He can’t send nothing, though. He wants to please Marc in the same way he pleases Vale.

Instead, Vale pulls his boxers down just enough to snap a picture of his cock, hard and weighty in his hand. He’s in a hotel room, so there’s nothing easily identifying him. He sends it and waits, lazily fisting his cock.

Fuck. Marc responds.

Marc follows that with a video of himself, standing and facing a mirror in his bathroom. Little notes in Spanish are stuck to the edges, but Vale is too hard to try and read them. Instead he watches as Marc jerks his cock, whining and desperate.

Marc is hairless, waxed from head to toe, and Vale wants desperately to lick his chest. He wants to suck his balls into his mouth and make Marc cry.

“Valentino,” Marc murmurs, as he so often does in the videos he makes especially for Vale. “Fuck, your cock is perfect. I want it inside me.”

Vale’s cock twitches in his hand as he starts to jerk it in earnest. He thinks about slipping his cock into Marc’s perfect hairless asshole. He’s sure Marc would let him in easily; he’s seen him take big, thick dildos.

He wants to pound Marc into the bathroom counter.

“Please, Valentino. Please fuck me,” Marc begs.

Marc pumps his cock faster, and Vale follows his lead. Watching Marc come is Vale’s favorite thing. He refuses to come until Marc does.

Marc comes with a whine, jerking his hips and painting the mirror in cum.

He grins, when his cock is spent, and reaches toward the mirror. He swipes his fingers in the cum, brings it to his mouth, and ends the video.

Vale comes so hard he can barely breathe. Every time Marc sends him a video he’s surprised by just how perfect he is; just how sexy and wonderful he can be.

Vale pulls his boxers all the way off, snaps a picture, and sends it.

This is what you do to me.

It’s only after it’s sent, and the blood has finally returned to Vale’s brain, that he realizes the photo includes a small, ugly turtle tattoo.

[squirmhoney]

No no no! I’m the dingle that didn’t read that carefully Lmao! Can I request 10 & 11 for our boy Aemond? 🥰 💖💖💖

Drabble Event: "Lemme hear you bunny." x Aemond Targaryen

A/N: Here is the link for number 10 with Aemond. Hope you enjoy this one as well. Warnings: Masturbation. Video sex. Smut. 18+ WC: 600+

Being away from you for so long had been driving Aemond to the brink of insanity. Every time he thought of you, every time your name popped up on his phone, he found himself missing you even more. He couldn't even remember how long he had been without you. A couple of weeks? Enough to make his cock spring in his pants every time he scrolled through photos of you, finding it impossible to scroll through the explicit album of you two.

Even the videos of you bouncing up and down on his dick, like the good bunny you were, wasn't enough to sedate him anymore. Before he knew it his fingers were tapping against your name in his phone.

You didn't answer in the first few rings, most likely the time difference but Aemond knew you would answer eventually. He still grew impatient as his hand yanked his joggers and boxers down his legs, releasing himself from the confinement.

On the last ring you answered, a dull lamp lighting up your tired face as you squinted at the camera. You seem panicked as you spoke, eyes widening at the sight of Aemond. "What's wrong my love?"

"I miss you," Aemond admitted, voice weaker than he liked it to be. But he was in dire need of your attention and if he sounded pathetic, he really couldn't care less.

"It's three in the morning here, Aemond," you sighed, fluttering your eyelashes properly open.

"I really miss you," his voice come out hoarse and needy.

There was no mistaking his intentions now and he had no way of hiding it. His mind was racing with elicit thoughts from just seeing your tired face tucked up in your shared bed. He couldn't help but remember how he'd wake you in the middle of the night with his dock buried inside of you or even the times where he fucked you till you passed out on the bed and he used you like some fuck doll to finish himself off.

"Please, bunny," he pleaded, he flipped the camera round on his phone to show you how hard he was. His hand wrapped around his shaft, thumb grazing over the reddened tip that leaked with pre cum. "I really need you right now."

"Fuck," you drooled out at the sight of him, biting on your bottom lip. It wasn't long before you found your hands in between your night shorts, rubbing soft circles into your clit. "What do you want from me, Aem?"

"I want you to touch yourself and pretend it's me," he commanded, tone becoming stern as he directed you. "Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you let out in a breathless sigh, fingers working a little faster against your clit. You weren't even shocked at how wet you became for him in the matter of minutes, hearing his voice making your body ache with a desperation you had never felt before.

Within seconds Aemond was fisting his cock harshly, pretending it was your dainty hands instead of his rough ones. He's not even trying to keep himself quiet as he groans and grunts at the thought of you, only finding it annoying as it becomes the only sound he hears in his room.

"Lemme hear you bunny," Aemond demands, "I really need to hear you."

That's all it takes for you to stop holding back your moans, whimpering his name as you rubbed your clit harsher than before. You tried to keep your eyes focused on him, watching the way his lips parted slightly every time you moaned his name in a certain way.

"That's my good bunny, just like that."

It wasn't long before his cum was spurting all over his hands, covering the top of his stomach. All he can think, as he lies breathless on the phone, is how he wishes you were next to him, licking up the mess you had caused off of his stomach. But for now the image of your face as it countered and the sound of your high pitched moaning would have to suffice. To get him through these last few more days of being separated from you. Then he could finally have you exactly how he wanted.

[gayerthanevertbh]

labyrinth: 3

warnings: minors dni, masturbation, dirty talk, degradation (slight?), sexting (slight), minor fighting, slight angst.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: this is very short since i’m out of my writers block, so please bear with me for now. the next chapter will be longer and more interesting, as i hope. enjoy!

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“Do you want to buy a box of Canada Dry?” Wanda asked, lifting a box of Canada Dry cans. “We got rootbeer at home, but you like ginger ale, right?”

“I guess so,” I sighed, pressing my thumb and forefinger together. I'm not sure why I felt so anxious. It was mostly because I felt guilty, disgusted, and like a jerk. I've never liked feeling that way, but I am, and it hurts. “Could you get some gummies, please? My friends and I plan to go out tonight.”

“Where exactly?”

“Don’t know,” I murmured, walking back to the aisle I was in; she was following me. My friends were a bad influence on me, but I had a reason to hang out with them. It's mostly because I felt lonely and needed a social life, which is probably a reasonable explanation. I looked around to see if any tissues were left, but the left side rack was empty. Why did this grocery store look so gloomy? “Do you know where I can get some paper towels?”

“I don’t think they sell that here, Y/n.”

"But they're paper towels," I pointed out. Well, they’re incredibly ridiculous if they don’t sell paper towels. "This store is strange. Can we go somewhere else?”

My sister sighed defectively and walked to the checkout line, where we saw Natasha standing at the front door, talking to a girl. Wanda and my footsteps came to a halt. What is she doing here? I thought. Is she stalking me? No, that’s impossible! Why would she be following you? You’re crazy. But maybe I'm crazy. Perhaps delusional. Natasha smiled as she approached her soon-to-be ex-wife, not giving me the slightest attention I needed.

“What are you doing here?” asked Natasha with a pondering voice. She looked at Wanda’s cart and formed an “O” on her lips. “You’re buying groceries? Here?”

“The market is crowded,” Wanda explained exasperatedly, itching to leave her presence. She was full of guilt. “Listen, maybe we shouldn’t talk here–”

“Why? Are you embarrassed by your sister?" She chuckles, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. It was up to me to feel guilty. I felt like I would puke whenever they had a strained conversation. She looked at me for a split second before returning her gaze to Wanda.

“It’s not about that, Nat.”

“Then you wouldn’t be afraid to talk to me, right?”

The tension was getting worse; I was going to be sick.

“How are you, Y/n?” she asked me, her eyes finally staring at mine. I took a deep breath and answered her quietly: “I’m doing good, how about you?”

“Peachy if you asked me.”

Wanda sighed through her nostrils, mumbling to her wife. “Can you please not do this here? It’s better if we talked outside.”

Natasha looked at her wife for one last time before saying, “I’m going ahead; you can have fun fucking other men.” before Wanda could even apologize, the woman strutted out as the door dinged loudly when it closed. I looked at her for a split second before walking away because I was embarrassed to look at her. I was ashamed and enraged that I had slept with her wife.

And I, my friends, was the issue.

Natasha lets out a quiet grumble as she pumps herself faster, trying to catch her release. Nothing has ever turned her on; even a pornographic video wouldn't make her dick hard. Call her a disgusting pervert; she has been thinking about her wife’s sister instead of the woman she loves.

Well, used to love.

Her appendage grew harder from the thought, and she couldn't help but moan in her bedroom as images of Y/n flashed through her mind, almost vividly. The older woman licks her lips hungrily – furiously jerking herself off.

“Suck it,” she commanded as I looked up at her with teary eyes. Her voice was soft and soothing, if that's the best way to put it. "Hurry up, baby. I’m so hard for you.”

"B-But—" Before I could even say anything, the tip of her cock slipped into my mouth as she threw her head back to enjoy the sensation of my mouth. She couldn't get enough. She grips my ponytail and pushes my head slowly, watching intensely at her length disappearing within my lips.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she chuckles deeply as her buttcheeks clench with my saliva coating her dick. “Keep going for Daddy, be a good little girl for me.”

Her hips start to thrust back and forth, imagining that my mouth was my cunt instead. Although she prefers my mouth more since she once mentioned that I could do anything with my tongue and my pussy could never do the same. She whispered darkly, “Too big, huh?”

I nodded, whimpering as her dick pushed deeper into my throat.

“You’re my little slut, my sweet tiny whore,” she sighs blissfully and grabs the base of her cock and pumping it slowly. “Oh, your mouth feels so fucking good… you’re my little virgin, right? God, your mouth is a virgin for me.”

Natasha closes her eyes, reaches for her tip, and squeezes it, which makes her shudder. “God, you feel amazing, Y/n…”

She pulls out her cock, covered in my saliva, and says, "I'm going to cum in your slutty mouth." This makes her grin like an evil woman. She wraps her hand around her dick and starts pumping it rapidly, pulling my mouth closer as she gets closer to her climax. “Open your mouth for my cock, baby girl. G-Gonna cum right now–”

Natasha arches her back as she spills over her stomach, a thick white substance coating her skin. “Fuck–Oh god…” she sighs and spurts cum all over her abdomen, unsure when she will stop. All she could think about was Y/n submitting to her while she fucked her dumb in the bedroom she used to share with Wanda. The thought of having an infatuation with the little girl is so sinful that it makes her cock rock again just thinking about it. The woman sighed loudly and wiped her hand on her used shirt as she felt Y/n taking all her milk.

“God,” she whispers hoarsely to herself. “I’m a pervert.” but she could hardly blame herself. Y/n did submit to her – there was nothing she could do but give her the same attention; it was mutual. As she looks down at her flaccid penis, she imagines the girl being her wife instead of Wanda. Well, that is something. She pondered, making her create a small smile on her face. As soon as she was about to touch herself, her phone vibrated – making her jolt up and look at her phone, wondering who had texted her.

Y/n: can I see you tonight? I want us to talk.

Natasha had a sinister thought. What if I send her a dick picture of mine? She thought. As she swiped her phone to open her camera, she stopped. If Wanda saw the photo, everything would fall apart, making her the helpless villain. But her self-esteem was gone; she wanted to jerk herself off thinking about Y/n, who drives her insane these days. She would scream at her if her therapist found out about this incident. This was a terrible but appealing idea.

She takes a screenshot of herself holding her dick and sends it without hesitation.

Now she just has to wait.

After what seemed like hours, the girl replied.

Y/n: your cock is really big…

Natasha chuckles to herself and gently touches her penis, tilting her head slightly. Her cock twitches in her hand as she quickly types on her screen and sends a small message.

Natasha: Show me your tits.

Y/n: wanda is downstairs. i can’t.

Natasha: I want to see your tits. Make my cock hard, baby.

She waited for two minutes and received a photo from the girl. Y/n was pressing her breasts together, creating cleavage. Her dick got harder from the image, and she quickly saved it in her gallery. I’ll feel guilty later.

Natasha: Fuuuck… Mmm, wanna cum all over that titty of yours.

Y/n: finish yourself off, tasha. ‘m with wanda right now :(

Natasha: Go to your room and make Daddy feel good.

Y/n: tasha…

Natasha throws her phone on the mattress and jerks herself off again, fapping and slapping, filling her bedroom as she closes her eyes tightly. She imagines Y/n in her bed with her legs pried open and her mouth. The things she could do to her make her crazy – insane almost. She reaches the base of her cock and thrusts slowly in the air, hoping to find her fleshlight to finish the job. But the woman couldn't get up; she couldn't get enough of the young girl's mouth and cunt. As she approaches her climax, she pulls out her phone and searches for a photo of Y/n to coat her cum on. She eventually came hard, and her cum was all over the screen of her phone.

She proudly smiled to herself, knowing that her little girl would always be a slut for her.

She became desperate, wanting more of the girl until her last breath; she was in love, deeply in love with Y/n.

Maybe not her, but the body that she had.

oof what an ass she is