#mod!tequila

[promo-haesun]

oi, eu sou a pessoinha da ask pedindo plotinhos! ainda estou interessada e aceito qualquer coisinha. ebaaaaaa

A pessoinha da ask apareceu! Olá, pessoinha, espero que você consiga plotinhos e tudo mais. Pra facilitar a vida de todos, vou marcar geral aqui nessa ask também. Certo? Certo!

@yoogurtie, @fataitrouble e @endandend

Novamente, boa sorte pra vocês e que venham joguinhos por aí! A mod aqui ficou de coração quentinho com essa procura antes mesmo da comunidade abrir!

[haesun-hq]

plots que gostariam de ver aqui?

Bom dia, nony!

Vou admitir pra você que estou sentindo falta de uns plots mais "criminosos". Mas vamos a listinha!

Mafioso (não vão se empolgar, pelo amor de Deus).

Alguém que mora de favor no apartamento de outra pessoa, mas finge que é rico.

Psiquiatra que tem mais problemas que os próprios pacientes.

Alguém que sofreu um golpe e agora está morando na Torre B, fundos. Aqui o personagem estaria tentando se reerguer de alguma forma.

Escritor que foi expulso de casa quando os pais descobriram o conteúdo das suas histórias, mas que consegue se manter sozinho com o dinheiro de suas obras.

Segurança de alguma celebridade muito chata.

Alguém que venda sua arte na praia (é sério, estamos em Busan, tem praia!!!).

E vamos deixar esse espacinho para que os outros players também possam opinar. As respostas estão aqui!

[beautyinafruitfulworld]

(Trimmed)

As he leaves, he takes a cigar out from his right cargo pants pocket. Once he exits the cafe, he searches for a nearby designated smoking area to light his cigar.

*A portal appeared underneath IE Tequila, after falling for a while, he falls into a bush that feels like fluffy clouds, however the area he was in wasn’t completely safe, he had ended up in the Cursed Ruins.*

Tequila's eyes blink rapidly, his mind reeling from the sudden events. He looks up to see the mysterious opening snap shut in the blink of an eye. Grumbling to himself, he lets out a scoff and stands up, pulling out his combat knife from its sheath for safety. His expression turns stoic, his eyes scanning the Cursed Ruins for potential danger or anyone who might be able to tell him where he is.

[lovelesslittleloser]

Imagine a Friday Night Funkin mod that’s just the entirety of Tequila

[seattlesellie]

Jealous. 🎀

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

cw: mean dom!ellie sub!reader, jealous kinda toxic ellie, eating it through the panties, orgasm denial, spit play (literally spits down ur panties like), exhibitionism, some dude named michael.

an: pls be gentle, i haven’t written in a long time! 💗 credit to angel gbc for the mod used in the picture above <3

something we can all agree on is the importance of aftercare — right?

Ellie is big on that obviously, as she should. Caressing her slim fingers down your body, planting wanton kisses on your shoulders, running her palms across your shaky thighs, whispering words of encouragement in your ear;

“Did so good for me, babe”

“I love you, so much”

“Need anything? hm?” She’d murmur against your skin whilst cradling your body from behind.

And she always insists on cleaning you up. She consistently renders you nothing but an achy mess, dried up juices staining your wobbly jelly thighs, combined sweat on your breasts and ribs, back of your neck. The ritual of bringing a wet towel to bed, swiping it’s fabric across your inner thighs, your face, your behind — is a sacred one for her. Not solely because she loves hearing your sweet, exhausted sighs of relief as she cleans the soil away, but also not solely because she gets to see your naked body in all of its glory again.

It’s the act of taking care of what’s hers. In a way, when she wipes your cum away, she’s taking care of herself — too.

Here, lays a solid proof that she can break things apart and put them back together again. She’s not a total fucking fuckup.

The ability of making you scream and cry, then moments later have you whisper in that saccharine voice of yours an airy “love you s’much, Els…”

It’s fucking exhilarating.

She loves it every time, she does it every time.

But today… today you pissed her off. You poked the bear, for real this time.

There’s this new Michael guy in Jackson. He’s handsome, tall, has coal black curls that somehow stay soft and shiny even in this apocalyptic hellscape. He told Ellie and you where he was from, what he did, why he came. Ellie didn’t listen to a thing he was saying. It was like he turned into a fly and started loudly buzzing in her ear. He kept looking at you weird. Smiling at you, smirking, laughing at your jokes, even the ones that weren’t all that funny. She knows you have this affect on people, that damn charm, hell — you have this affect on her.

And she’s usually just playfully jealous, manages to keep it relatively tame and simple by tightening her grip on your waist.

But you just wouldn’t stop bringing him up. “Michael” this, and “Michael” that, “Michael invited us for dinner”, “Michael said this funny thing earlier”,

For all Ellie knows Michael could die in a ditch and she wouldn’t give a fuck.

You're on your way back home from the Tipsy Bison on a chilly Thursday night. Jesse was there, Dina, Maria... and Michael. She thinks of his name and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, tart, pungent.

"Meh, I'm more of a Tequila girl, Whiskey tastes like shit" you announced with a giggle. Michael rested his hand on your thigh, and agreed with a nod and a chuckle. For you, it meant nothing.

For Ellie, it meant everything.

Her blood pressure was usually low, steady, healthy as a bull. As of now, Ellie felt like she just ran a marathon. The blood rushed to her head and her brows furrowed without intention. She cracks her neck and moves it left and right, takes a long and burning sip out of her Whiskey and shuts her eyes. She repeats a mantra in her head; "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, It's fine."

But you're so damn intuitive.

"Els? y'tired?" you murmur towards your auburnette girlfriend. She suckles on her bottom lip and considers saying no, but she lies.

"Exhausted"

You leave the humble bar hand in hand, wrapped up in her big coat that smells of mint and wood and Ellie. She prays you won't mention his name, prays you could just go home and forget about this whole thing, but you do, innocently.

"Oh, Michael said one of the horses is sick, I'm thinking of helping out in the barn tomorrow an—"

She stops you mid sentence with a scoff and a tightening grip on your hand. "Oh, mhm, Michael said that?"

Her voice mocks your own a little.

You stop and shift your gaze towards Ellie who has her lips tucked in a tight line. Internally, she's cussing herself out. You don't deserve her anger, but she can't help herself. Your answer is an unsure hum. Her grip tightens even more, and it hurts your palm but you keep on walking side by side, quietly. Five minutes manage to pass with no words being muttered by no one. That's until she shakes her head and lets go of a husky chuckle.

"Did I do something?", you mutter doe eyed. Ellie stops in her tracks and inhales. She grabs you by your waist and walks towards you, making you have to clumsily pace backwards until your back meets a cold grey brick wall with a resounding thud. "Uhg!" You hiccup, breath catching down your throat. You even sweetly giggle, thinking in your head that this could possibly be just a sweet attack of PDA.

But her eyes are dark, gone from emerald to pine, pupils pitch black as big as a button. Her warm whiskey breath meets your nose and your top lip, you gulp. Why isn't she laughing? teasing?

"El?" your voice is still candied, always. Ellies mouth is agape, scarred eyebrows scrunched and furrowed as if she's confused, or pissed, or provoked. Her forehead meets yours so automatically, you attempt to connect your lips with a kiss but she backs away meanly. Albeit her taunting position, how intimidating and truly scary she looks whilst you're caged within her frame, your'e still smiling, you're still thinking she's just teasing.

You're not used to this, she knows, but god knows she yearns to teach you a lesson.

You don't fuck with what's hers.

She licks her bottom lip before she starts speaking.

"Take off your skirt"

Her voice nearly renders you drunk, It's huskiness, gruffness, it's depth, and really, you've only had one shot. Your cheeks heat up and your ears feel as if they're nearly burning. Her lips are so damn close to yours and she still won't let you kiss her.

"Wh... we're in public, we can't—" you stutter, eyes shifting downwards towards the knee she has shoved near your barely covered crotch. When she brings it upwards just to brush delicately on your inner thigh, you let go of a small gasp.

She responds to your gasp with a barely audible "Mhm?", her eyes sharpening with intent.

"Yes we can", she tsk's, and her voice taunts. Her eyes graze over your face, and you expect her next sentence to bite like the last one did, but her voice goes softer. "For me?", she cocks her head to the side.

And it simply pushes you over the edge.

You peel your skirt off of your body, asscheeks plastered over the brick wall as her body squeezes you further back, and you're left half naked with a piece of fabric scrunched below your knees, resting on your shoes. She eyes your body up and down, meeting your pleading and still confused eyes — and for a moment, thinks of just carrying you home and taking care of business once you get there. No jealousy, none of that.

But it's still bitter down her throat, and she can still picture his disgusting hand meeting your soft thigh, her soft thigh — as your body is hers, so that thought is ever so fleeting. It's either now or now.

Her cold as ice finger traces faint circles on your lower tummy, making the fine hairs of your body rise like soldiers. You whimper quietly as her finger snaps the elastic band of your panties and lets it smack down your pelvis. You rub your thighs together, but you're ever so pliant as she makes your legs spread wide with a boot covered foot opening up your calves like a gate.

She whispers in your ear. "Are you wet?", it makes you shiver.

"M'cold" you whine.

She scoffs.

She kneads your bra cup with her palm, squeezing an erect nipple with her thumb and middle finger. "Didn't ask that"

Her eyes meet your gaze and again she reconsiders this whole thing — because you truly look so needy, and your lips are so pouty and sweet and red with cold, you look as if you'd die if she didn't kiss you right now so how can she even be worried, let alone be jealous?

She knows how much you love her, how much you yearn for nobody but her, how her touch leaves you speechless time and time again.

But it's like something takes over, a dark figure, a figure that's thirsty and starving and wants to prove a thing it already knows.

It's an internal struggle, she doesn't want to be possessive,

She can't help it.

Your panties are striped with pink and white, and she looks at them as if they're the most expensive lace in the whole entire world. Her breathing gets heavier as she curls her fingers inside the cotton fabric, pupils darkening when she notices a sweet clear string of your arousal clinging from the entrance of your cunt to the bottom of your underwear.

She chuckles, followed by a sigh of relief that you notice. You are wet, right in the middle of the street where an innocent soul could catch you at any given moment. "Didn't answer cause you're shy?" She knows you so well. You bite your lip and nod, butterflies fighting in the pits of your stomach. A chaste kiss on the lips is all you get from her, and you deeply whine into the air. "At least kiss me!" you beg, — god, you're so cute when you're pissed.

Before landing on her knees, Ellie looks from side to side in order to check that there's truly nobody around, and no — not because she's scared to get caught, but because she'd die before she let someone see her girlfriend half naked with her skirt down her thighs.

Ellie is face to face with your quivering, pantie covered cunt. A wet patch greets her — a fuckin' pleasure, one she can't help but swipe her tongue across. Your choked up, terrified sound of a moan is a symphony to her hears, fuck Mozart. Her eager muscle of a tongue is so warm against your pussy you nearly forget it started snowing yesterday.

You buck your hips inwards, she groans. "No moving", she warns — simply to assert a dominance that has already been asserted. She kisses your little clit, coo's at the way it slightly pokes out of the fabric, erect and pumping on her tongue. "Ellie... Ellie... Ellie", you babble like a prayer, which she nods to. "S'my name, that's fuckin' right", she groans as her husky voice is muffled by your soaked panties.

"Ellie..." you repeat, thighs beginning to ache as you try and spread them further apart, almost sitting on her face.

Ellie, not Michael.

She smiles, greedy, triumphant.

She flicks her tongue on your clit, once, twice, three times before biting on your meaty pussy lips. You bite your knuckles in order to keep your voice down, but she glares up at you. "Do that again n'I swear to god I'm stopping" she growls.

You're not used to this side of her at all, but her voice makes your hole leak a small stream from deep inside. She feels it's wetness on her tongue, eyes closing in ecstasy as she audibly suckles your sweet, tangy, heavenly juices from the now sheer fabric. Her own spit runs down her chin, she doesn't even bother to wipe it off. All you can hear are your breathy, whiney moans, tiny begs of "take 'em off, please", regarding your panties, and Ellie's throaty groans. You're so wet from your own juices and her saliva it nearly gets uncomfortable, but then again you're so goddamn close to cumming.

You try taking matters to your own hands, attempting to peel off your panties from your waist with a shaky hand but she snarls and slaps your wrist away.

"Nuh uh, pussy's fuckin' mine, don't touch it"

With relentless sucking on your drenched clit, and soiled panties, she opens her eyes to merely glare at you again with a warning look. "When you're close, you let me know" she bites.

You don't respond.

A stinging slap meets your pussy, which makes your thighs shake, whole body jolt, and throat ache with a high pitched yelp.

"You're not listening" Ellie warns.

"You listen when I talk" she warns again. Her tongue meets your clit and it pushes it further and further up. You shake, eyesight gone blurry, you're close, you know it by the way the coil down your stomach threatens to snap, and by the way it tickles down there so damn bad.

"M'close" you brokenly wail.

She grunts deeply and stops completely. your heart nearly breaks, no no no no no. "Ellie, Ellie, Els, no!" You try and buck your hips forward but she holds you in place with an iron like grip. You buck them again and she peels off the fabric of your underwear, slightly rising up as she stares inside at the mess she made of you. There's a devilish smirk that creeps up from her lips, apple of one cheek rising. You let out a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps she'll actually fucking eat you out properly instead of letting you suffer inside a warm, wet material of a mess that truly doesn't look like something wearable anymore. Instead, she audibly spits inside with a "Ptu'", letting the band snap shut. Her saliva mixes with your warm sleek. You're so confused she nearly feels bad, but she's such a cunt that she really doesn't.

"Were going back inside," she murmurs so casually as if she didn't just fuck you up in the middle of the street, as if her chin isn't shiny with your precum. "N'if Michael puts his hand on you again, I'm eating it in front of him"

[lifelikesimz]

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[crowandmousewritingco]

We Liked Your Vibe

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Din Djarin

Words: 3.4 k

Rating: M (it's mostly smut folks)

Summary: Din promised Dieter to a threesome, and you have caught their attention.

Author: Mod Mouse (I know I'm not dead)

Note: Happy Holidays everyone! This is my gift to @guelyury for the secret santa exchange set up by @dieterbravobrainrotclub! Thank you @sp00kymulderrI for setting this up! I hope you enjoy your gift.

On another note, I hope to start getting back in the grove of writing. With the semester wrapped up and my life in general calming down, I hope to start posting fics again. I don't think it will be as often as I was (I can't believe I somehow put two fics a week out lol) But I'll figure out something that works. Anyways onto the smut!

“Oh what about that one?” Dieter asked excitedly, nodding in the direction of a goth looking person strolling up to the bar. 

Din glanced up from his whiskey, the melting ice giving a small tink against the glass. His gaze took in the figure, but he shook his head. “Not that one. Came in with a partner.” 

Dieter signed dramatically and slumped over the bar counter. Din slid his drink away to keep him from knocking it over. This wasn’t the first time tonight. “Diiiiiiiiin” Dieter whined. “That’s the third one you’ve said no to tonight.” 

“Yes but all you’ve shown me are couples. I said they had to be single,” Din replied raising his highball glass to his lips. 

Dieter stuck his tongue out at him before turning his head to survey the room. His dark eyes roamed the space once again. So many people with others. ‘Was no one single in the tristate area anymore?’ The thought crossed his mind and he sighed. Maybe it was just going to be him and Din tonight. 

That was until you saddled up to the bar, seemingly with the weight on the world on your shoulders. Dieter’s head poked up as you ordered a shot of tequila. You sprinkled some salt on the crook of your thumb as the bartender set the glass in front of you. Quickly you lapped the salt up with one hand and down the shot in the other, the sting of the alcohol barely affecting you. 

Without looking away, Dieter tugged on Din’s sleeve. “What about that one?” 

Din sighed, only getting slightly fed up with his husband. But when his eyes took you in, something stirred in him. You were very attractive to say the least despite not trying too hard. The favorite shirt that you choose, more for comfort than for attraction, stuck to you in all the right places leaving Din with a nice outline to admire. 

Din hummed which was the most approval he had given all night. Dieter smiled a big goofy grin and practically jumped from the barstool. Though he quickly straightened his outfit to make himself just a tad bit more presentable. Din followed soon and Dieter quickly grabbed his hand dragging the older man over. 

You hadn’t noticed them approach, your mind wiring a thousand thoughts a second. It was only when you heard someone say “Ya know we saw you from across the bar and we like your vibe.” You glanced up and blushed as you took in the odd couple. One man dressed in what you would call disaster chic and the other in a very monochromatic but well put together fit. 

You smirked. “You know this is a new one for me.” 

The messy haired one tilted his head. “Oh and how's that?” 

“Well you aren’t a middle aged straight couple who’s only way to save their marriage is to have a threesome,” You quipped. 

That got a laugh from the shorter man. “We’re about as opposite as that.” 

You raked your eyes over both of them smiling. “You can definitely say that.” 

“Oh where are my manners? Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Dieter and this is my tall, dark and very handsome husband Din.” 

Din held his hand to you and you graciously took it. The size difference from his hands against yours sent heat fluttering to your stomach. “It’s a pleasure to me you,” Din said, taking interest in your reaction. 

“Uh yes um ditto,” You stuttered, still taken aback. “Too bad I’m not dressed up.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Dieter chuckled. “It seems our friend here sees something she likes.” 

“Hmmm? Oh um yes” You blushed quickly taking your hand back. 

“So how about it? Want to see where else there's a size difference?” Dieter asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the pair, but you shrugged your shoulders. “I actually would love that.” 

Dieter’s eyes widened and he clapped his eyes excitedly. “Perfect.” He dramatically pointed to the exit. “Let us make haste and love!” He hurried towards the exit. 

You couldn’t help, but giggle at the man’s antics. You hopped off the stool throwing a few ones onto the counter. “Is he always like this?” You asked Din who offered his arm to you which you gladly accepted. 

“Always.” Din replied, and you followed the chaotic Dieter out the door. 

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Dieter talked the whole way home to their apartment. It wasn’t so bad. You sat in the back with him as Din drove, and Dieter basically went over all of the kinks he had and what they both were comfortable with. It wasn’t what you were expecting considering your past experiences, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. You laid out what you did and didn’t like to do which Dieter was very receptive too. After your check in, it wasn’t long until you were making out with Dieter, his hands roaming all of you and trying to pull you into his lap. You giggle as you carefully straddled his waist, bracing yourself on the door frame. 

A low purr emanated from Dieter as he nuzzled his face into your clothed breasts. You couldn’t help but giggled as he motorboated against the fabric. With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his curly hair, giving his scalp a gentle scratch. Dieter squeezed your hips making you squeak from the surprise. He smirked and snaked his hands up your stomach, sighing at your soft skin. You watched as he pushed up your shirt, licking his lips at the sight of your bare tits staring him right in his face. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I see you weren’t interested in the support tonight.” 

You chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Nah, the girls needed to be free tonight.” 

With both of his hands, Dieter gently grasped your breasts in his hands rolling his thumb gently over your peaking nipples. You gasped, pushing your chest forward needing more stimulation from his fingers. Dipping his head, Dieter lapped at your nipples, the chill from his drink still evident on his tongue. You shivered as he lapped at your peaks, loving the contrasting warm and cold feelings. Dieter chuckled, pausing his motions and nuzzling his cheek into your chest. Playfully he bounced your tits saying, “Well I can be their support.” 

You giggled at his playfulness. “Unfortunately I can’t have you holding them 24/7.” 

Dieter pouted. “But I wanna.” 

You smooth his curls away from his forehead. “I’ll see what I can figure out.” 

That returned Dieter’s smile. With one hand still on your breasts, he sneaked his other down your stomach once more sliding them into your pants. You gasped softly as his fingers toyed with the lacey straps. Dieter smirked. “And you said you weren’t dressed up.” 

You blushed. “I wouldn’t consider underwear as dressing up.” 

“On the contrary, sweetheart. I am always an advocate of showing off the fanciest of underwear.” He purred his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit. Slow delicate circles send a pulses of pleasure through your body. Soft pants escaped your lips and you pressed your head into his shoulder. 

Dieter chuckled as he continued his motions, dragging his fingers all around your sensitive bits. His dark eyes caught Din’s in the rearview mirror and he smirked. “My love I believe your eyes stay on the road.” 

All Din gave as a response was a grunt, but Dieter could tell how worked up Din was. Dieter chuckled to himself as they pulled into their long driveway, the car gliding over the smooth concrete. Din turned the car off, quickly unbuttoning his seatbelt and opening the driver side door. It only took a second for him to open the backseat and carefully pull you off of Dieters lap holding you in his arms. 

You bit your lip as Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, his noticeable erection pressing into your stomach. “Oh and what was that about not paying attention?” Dieter teased, closing the car doors behind you. Din growled into your lips and Dieter rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the door” 

Din followed Dieter up the driveway, the footsteps of Dieter’s crocs guiding him into the house. You weren’t paying attention. All of your focus was the taste of whiskey against Din’s soft lips. Quick pants escaped your lips as the warm air of the house hit your skin. Din bit your lips sliding his tongue into your mouth. Gasping your fingers tangled in his hair giving them a firm tug. Din moaned, his cock twitching inside his pants. You chuckled and nuzzled your nose into his stubbled cheek. 

“Oh that’s such a nice sound.” Din blushed, dropping his gaze. You kissed his cheek leaning in close before saying, “I like hearing you moan.” That heard another twitch in his pants as he carried you into the bedroom. 

With your attention focused on other things, you could finally take in the space where Din had carried you. A giant bed lay against the wall with the soft silken covers adorning the top. Memorabilia from Dieter’s collection lined the wall while Din’s areas stayed relatively minimalist. You wondered how such an odd couple ended up together. 

But quickly your mind returned to the task at hand. As gently as handling an animal, Din set you in the middle of the bed. It only took a moment for him to crawl over you, encompassing you with his wide body. You bit your lips as your hands slid up his button shirt, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. 

“Mmmmm what a lovely sight you two are,” Dieter commented as he sauntered to the edge of the bed. He made himself at home by the pillows as he watched the show. 

You blushed under the attention of the actor, but continued your focus on Din. Your fingers danced over the buttons, slowly opening them to reveal the skin underneath. The sight was utterly delicious and all you wanted to do was lick the saltiness as you made your way down. 

With a slow pull of your hands, you touched every inch of Din’s torso earning gasps from the older man. By the time you reached the tops of his jeans, he was panting, his full erection pressing against the material. Slowly you caressed his cock, feeling the magnitude against your hand. “Shit you are big.” You said, licking your lips. 

Just like his shirt, you undo the button, shifting the material down freeing his cock. It stood at attention with beads of precum already pooling on the head. With a finger, you traced the prominent vein up the shaft to the head where you gathered the precum against your finger. Curiously you brought it up to your lips, not breaking eye contact with Din as the saltiness coated itself over your tongue.

 You moaned at the taste and you could hear Dieter chuckling beside you. “He tastes better than any cocktail.” 

Humming in agreement you shifted yourself bringing your head closer to Din’s. But as you go to take his cock into his mouth, Din stops you with a gentle push on your shoulder. You look up, worried you did something wrong. 

“I want to treat you since you were so kind to agree to this,” Din voiced, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. 

You couldn’t help but blush in return. With these sorts of nights, you were lucky if the man ever went near your vagina with anything other than his cock. Din was such a considerate person that it was a shame this was only for one night. You nodded, returning back to your original position. With dexterous fingers Din pulled your pants along with the underwear off in one fluid motion. You shivered as the cool air hit your legs. Din stared at you with his dark brown eyes as he trailed slow kisses from your calf to your thighs until you could feel his breath against your wet lips. 

“I’m gonna devour you, little flower,” Din purred. 

Dieter rolled his eyes. “We all love your chivalrousness babe, but someone is also getting lonely. And I mean, she did want to blow someone.” Dieter commented and you couldn’t help but smirk. 

With a playful roll of your head, you opened your mouth ready for Dieter’s cock. Dieter smiled pulling down the waist of his well loved yet fashionable sweatpants, his own erection popping out. You lifted your hand giving Dieter a few pumps before kissing the head. His own salty taste mixed with Din’s was like a cocktail of lust in your mouth. 

That was when Din took the opportunity to take a long lick up your lips ending on a flick of his tongue on your clit. You gasped from the sudden pleasure, making you open your mouth. Dieter took the chance and slid the full length of his cock into your mouth. You gagged a little though taking no time to adjust to his size. 

Dieter leaned back his head against the headboard. “S-Shit we should have found you faster.” He slowly thrusted into your mouth, your tongue swirling around and up the shaft. “D-Din we gotta keep her.” 

Din hummed in agreement as he lapped at your clit. Sparks of pleasure tingled in your stomach, making you moan against Dieter’s cock. The full balls slapped against your throat as Dieter’s thrusts started becoming faster. Dieter cursed with each movement enjoying himself immensely. His gaze wandered down to watch Din as he continued to pleasure you like you were his last meal.

“Shit babe, leave some of that for me. She’s gonna need it when I cum inside her.” You moaned at the thought of his cock spilling his seed inside you. Dieter smirked his gaze meeting your eyes. “Is that something you want, doll?” He asked, his thumb tracing your cheek. You nodded the best you could, and Dieter slowly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you two. 

“You heard the cutie. I think it’s time for the ol’ Johnson to shine,” Dieter exclaimed excitedly as Din shifted away from you. It was your time to roll your eyes at the other man’s antics. Dieter maneuvered around getting on his hands and knees in front of you. 

“You’re ridiculous,” You teased hands cupping Dieter’s cheeks and quickling kissing his lips. 

“Uh ya ridiculously horny,” He replied with a cheeky smirk. 

You threw your head back against the pillows, a loud laugh filling the room. “God you’re funny.” 

Dieter glanced over his shoulder at Din who had kneeled behind him. “See, someone thinks I’m funny.” 

“Just give it a few years,” Din teased back as he gently pulled a very fancy buttplug out of his husband. Dieter moaned at the lack of friction and you preoccupied him with your lips. He pushed for dominance against you, but you pushed back with just the same intensity. 

Din set the butt plug aside and squirted a dollop of lube onto his palm. Carefully he applied the generous amount onto his cock and Dieter’s hole. A soft gasp escaped Dieter’s lips as he shuttered against the chilly material. 

With a quick peck of the cheek, you said “Don’t worry. You’ll be warmed up in no time.” Dieter groaned at your words, his own cock twitching at the idea of being deep inside you. With a slow push, Din entered him a deep grumble vibrating his throat as he felt Dieter pulse around him. Dieter moaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he adjusted to his size. 

Gently you twirled his curls around your fingers, your nails massaging his scalp. It only took him a moment for him to be ready. Dieter gently pumped his own cock adjusting his hips to meet yours. He guided his cock up and down your slit, your arousal coating the head. You both moaned at the feeling. 

But Dieter grew impatient. With his hand he guided his cock to your hole, gathering up the wetness glistening between your legs. With an eager but still gentle push, he buried himself fully inside of you. The noise that escaped his lips was down right sinful as his legs shook from so much pleasure. Small pants flowed from your lips as you felt Dieter filling you to the brim with his cock. It twitched inside of you and you squeezed around it in response. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered nuzzling his nose into your neck, his warm breath ebbing against your skin.

Din took this as a sign to begin thrusting. It was slow at first, gauging how you were handling everything. In and out Dieter’s cock rubbed against the sensitive areas inside you, and you moaned. Fingers pulled at Dieter’s curls earning a new set of moans to the symphony of sex. 

Din grunted as he pulled his cock almost out of Dieter before plunging it back inside of him, sending Dieter deeper inside of you. The trio moaned as everyone was feeling on cloud nine. Din sped of up thrusts, the need for gentleness over. He draped his torso over Dieter’s back, leaning in to bite on the actor’s shoulder. 

Dieter twitched inside of you, and you smirked. “S-Shit I should bite you more,” 

Dieter moaned as Din’s thrusts became more erratic. It was clear that Din was close to cuming and by the way Dieter felt inside of you, he was close too. Your hand slid down your torso and your fingers began circling your clit, speeding up your motions as you felt the heat in your stomach began to grow and grow. 

With each circle you squeezed around Dieter, earning a moan each time. Your fingers pressed on a particularly sensitive bit and you moaned, sending your legs shaking. Dieter couldn’t hold on much longer. With a few more thrusts from Din, Dieter leaned his head back and came hard inside you. You could feel each bit of cum drenching your walls. 

You played with your clit as fast as you could, using your entire hand to gain the pleasure you need. Soon you joined Dieter in the realm of orgasm and came with the tensing of your legs. As you came down from your high, a series of grunts filled the room as Din filled Dieter with his own high. 

All three of you were left panting against the bed. Din was the first to pull out, and with a tilt of your head you could see the cum cascading down Dieter’s leg. Din gave Dieter’s ass a few taps before slowly getting off the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. 

Almost reluctantly Dieter pulled out of you, his gaze drifting down to see his own seed dripping from you. “Fuck that’s such a pretty sight, doll.” Dieter moaned as he leaned down. You followed his gaze with curiosity. Dieter glanced up. “What? Think I would miss an opportunity to taste the both of us? Not a chance.” With a quick swipe of his tongue, he gathered you and his own arousal on his tongue savoring the saltiness. You gasped at the overstimulation and latched onto his curls for grounding. This only spurred him on, and soon he was devouring like he hadn’t eaten in days. Another orgasm ripped through you, surprising you with how quickly he made you cum. That made Dieter’s ego skyrocket, and he chuckled as he detached himself from you. 

“S-Shit…how?” You asked, panting, mind fuzzy from the pleasure. 

“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Dieter winked before he settled beside you. His arms pulled you in for cuddles which you gladly appreciated. The warmth from his chest filled you with ease as you wound down from the activities. 

Din reappeared with the washcloth, and with effortless gentleness he cleaned the both of you. He tossed the material aside, dealing with it at a later time, before settling on the other side of you. You practically purred at the feeling of the two men sandwhiching you. 

Everything was quiet as you laid there. Din gently drew imaginary shapes on your skin, and Dieter twirled your hair in his fingers. “C-Can we do this again?” You asked hesitantly not wanting to break the magic of tonight. 

Dieter chuckled against your hair. “I was hoping you would ask that.” You smiled in return happy that your crappy night had turned into something you had a feeling would last a long time.

Credit: @inklore

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[corpo-cunt-couture]

Fellas, is it gay to help your Choom out when he's had too many tequila shots?

some shots taken for @desertpirate77 's upcoming cropped shirt mod

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

Amatista

-Amatista de Steven Universe. Se que es alien pero se que en el fondo de mi corazon es latina! Fuente: pq si kp : )

-Amatista de Steven Universe, la escena de la torta debe ser suficiente, además qué según se inspiraron en moda chola (??) para su diseño, asi qué es 10/10 latina

-Amatista de Steven Universe, si una de las gemas debe ser latina es ella y pq me cae bien

-amatista de SU pq necesitan más mujeres en su lista, es fave y eso basta

[alwaysjustjay]

Paloma

Tequila cocktail mixed with grapefruit juice, lime juice, sparkling water, grapefruit slices, lime slices and ice.

Recipe Information:

Menu Category - Alcoholic Drinks

Required Ingredients - Any Fruit

Prepped Ingredient - N/A

Skill - Homestyle 1

Serving Sizes - Party, Family, Single

Restrictions - Vegetarian-Safe and Lactose-Free

Compatibility - Base Game Compatible, Simple Living, Dine Out Restaurant Menu, Off-The-Grid

*Requires the current version of my food enabler mod*

Early Access - Download Here!

Public release August 1st!

[promo-haesun]

mods, acabei de ver a ask da pessoinha que ta atrás de cnn e queria saber se ela ainda ta procurando algo ...

Bom dia!!!

Eu não sei se a pessoa quem pediu plotinhos é uma das que estão nas notas da ask anterior... Mas vamos lá, temos duas pessoas interessadas e são @yoogurtie e @fataitrouble.

Boa sorte e que vocês consigam plotinhos!! ♡

[haesun-hq]

Mods, uma sugestão: vocês já pensaram em fazer um canal especificamente pra plot call/dm ic call no discord? Assim as calls ficam mais fáceis de acessar

Oi, nony, bom dia!

A gente tem o grupo de likes e ele servia para o mesmo propósito que era o grupo da DM, para fotos e plotcall! Mas vamos separar sim, pelo menos não fica os links de fotos e call misturadas, não é?

Organização é tudo. kkkk

[callsignswraith]

Margot "Wraith" Locke

Wife and mama ❣️

CIA | Special Activities

Margot's playlist | Margot and James' playlist

[mod is 21+ | nsfw allowed]

my art | ooc | lore | memes | detailed bio

General

Name: Margot Locke O'Malley

Callsigns: Wraith, Delta 5-2

Gender: Female

Birthday: March 3rd 1991

Nationality: French

Place of Birth: Toulouse, France

Education: US Military Academy, International Affairs major

Occupation: Spec Ops Agent, 141 associate

Margot deals with counter-terrorism, cybersecurity and covert operations.

Appearance

Face and voice claim: Sigrid Agren

Hair: natural golden blonde, sun bleached, slightly wavy, long

Eyes: amber/light brown

Height: 5'3" - 1,62m

Build: lean, fit

Tattoos: 4 total. Sternum, left elbow, left hip and right thigh.

Favorites

Color: red

Food: Chinese broccoli chicken, milk tart

Drink: monster energy, tequila, sprite

Music: 80s, 90s and alt rock. James made her like country but she refused to admit

Movie: Pulp Fiction

Literature: mystery, horror, true crime, poetry

Hobbies: baking, reading, gemology, creative writing, sketching

Relationships

Mother: Charlotte Bordreau

Father: Vernon Locke

Grandmother: Vivienne Bordreau

Cousin: Lucienne Legrant

Partner: James O'Malley

Children: Mia Grace O'Malley

Siblings: none

My name's Mandy and I'm 28. English is my second language, so be nice. I don't mind minors interacting, but I don't feel exactly comfortable.

Margot's been my project since 2019, at first a Payday oc, but since COD walked into my life and I'm too attached to her, here we are. She's still tied to Payday (she's Locke's daughter), so there will be mentions of the game and its characters.

[stardew-valley-girl]

My mini-distillery shed, next to Seaspray cabin. I love how small and dainty it is, and how I still have everything I need to brew whatever I want!

TW for read more below: alcohol

In this shed I can make brandy (from coconut wine), tequila (from cactus fruit), vodka (from potatoes), whiskey (from wheat), beer, pale ale, artisan ale, artisan meads, port, stout, black beer, and many more!

If you're wondering what most of the machines are in this shed, they're crystalariums with a custom texture.

I have the "custom crystalarium" mod, which allows you to keep more than just minerals in crystalariums - basically any item you want can go in them. This is immensely helpful for seed production, so I don't have to keep buying seeds over and over again.

[solargeist]

I'll officially debut the joint Warcher oc that is based off of the Tekkit Mod!

Kit (he/they) is the tequila uncle to Flora's vodka aunt energy and Aether's wine mom vibes. They are the tallest of the Watcher trio with lighter hair than Grian. He probably looks the most actually related to G, except for how lanky they are and their freckles being rather predominant whenever their goggles aren't in the way.

Before becoming a Watcher, he was on a solo Tekkit world that started to behave... strangely around him, much like how Grian's base in Evo felt haunted at times.

They ended up joining the Watchers and are really only still a Watcher because of the borderline unlimited access to supplies it gave them for tinkering and working on grand projects and machines.

To Watchers outside of Grian, Aether, and Flora, he might seem like a laid-back guy who is most likely high and who just wants to be left to their own devices. To those he considers his family, they know him to be a bit more calculating than that and not as absent-minded as to just be focused of machinery.

To understand something, to Know it really, you have to Know its weaknesses, too. Watchers are no different. If Watchers remain the only ones in circulation, their culture will grow stagnant, and their progress will be stunted.

Isn't it convenient how every Listener gets their hands on technology imbued with magic that makes Watchers uncomfortable when they try to use their magic?

Wonder who started that.

Kit was also the most encouraging of Grian stepping away from the Watchers. "Gotta let the little birds fly on their own sometimes, ya know?"

-Lunar

the silly debuts ..... I like how the trio is like.. a spectrum of like.. everything....? Aether has dark hair, Kit has blonde, and Flora's is white.. Flora is the shortest, Kit the tallest. Aether the most religious... They're ... dare i say.... all dumbasses.....

we slowly filling up the watcher domaine

*tho i do want to add a disclaimer so people don't get confused: we write the watchers and listeners differently

[symmergy]

♡ Colten Holt ♡

Traits: Jealous, Party Animal, Creative Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Backstory

Colt is the life of the party, drowning his insecurities in tequila, tattoos, and a good time. Relationships never work out for him, either by his own design, or sheer bad luck. Part of him thinks he doesn't deserve happiness. He's determined to sabotage every ounce of feeling he ever has. But maybe it's time to hang up his insecurities and find the love he's always feared.

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