#thinking up new ways to pose these sluts.

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i will get back to that pose pack too. i was having fun with that. but not right now.

[dwaekkicidal]

Hii sian!! Im new to your page and i love your writing! I don't know if requests are open rn tho. So feel free to ignore this! I was thinking if you could write something like dom!hyunjin x fem!reader and like hyunjin punishing reader for flirting with some other guys. feel free to ignore it and if you do want to write it i will be more then happy to read it! Also it can involve anything:3

hi nonnie❤! thank you :') I'm glad you've enjoyed everything so far! requests are open :3 if you're ever not sure just check my pinned post!

hope you enjoy hehe <3

Much Needed Reminder

˚ʚDom!Hyunjin x Model!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~2.3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, rough sex, meaner Hyunjin (my staple at this point sry not sry), dirty talk, ‘slut’ name calling, some spanking, overstim, mentions of edging

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: fun fact: the name Choi (최) is actually pronounced "Chwe/Chwi" :)

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

You’re currently in some random studio in Seoul, modeling for an upcoming collaboration you were having with Beauty of Joseon, a skincare company. Your boyfriend happily tagged along for once, since he finally had some free time outside of his schedule. He sat in the sidelines and watched you do your thing, giving you a huge smile anytime your eyes met his. It led to some of the team’s favorite shots of you: your genuine smile shining from the attention of your lover.

All was going well until a few hours in, you noticed the lingering eyes of the producer staring at your cleavage any chance he could. It made you feel grossed out, but when your eyes landed on your boyfriend’s murderous gaze, you couldn't stop your legs from pushing together. ‘It’s been a while since we’ve had sex anyways… why not make a little game out of it.’

So, a game you started. It started with fake bashful glances at the producer, making sure both mens eyes were on you when doing so. Then, it quickly moved on to overly dramatic whines and puppy dog eyes whenever the producer would come up to you in order to describe a new pose. You could tell by the pink cheeks of the producer and the narrowed eyes of your boyfriend that the game was already going in your favor.

The final straw was when everybody was wrapping up, putting away the products and their cameras. You all but skipped over to the producer, placing your soft hands on his bare arms and squeezing. “Thank you so much, Producer Choi! I had soooo much fun today.” You made sure to say it loud enough so that the outraged boy watching your every move could hear your tone clearly. If Hyunjin wasn’t so blind by anger, he would’ve seen right through your fake act.

However, he is NOT God’s strongest soldier, and the sight of your hands on another man had him rising to his feet. He turned his back to the scene and walked towards the snack tables to grab a bottle of water. You watched him from your peripheral and the nonexistent victory screen was already in your line of sight.

Feeling quite proud of yourself, you suddenly tell the producer that you couldnt wait to ‘have him as a friend’ and quickly moved your hands away from him. You ignored the way his eyes widened and his smile faltered, and you offered him a sweet smile as you swiftly made your way to the double doors labeled “EXIT.”

As you’re walking down the long hallway, you hear long steps following you. You smirk to yourself and make a show to sway your hips with each step you take. There’s a faint groan and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. As you step in front of the door with your name on it, you’re suddenly pushed against it. You let out a sigh as the ‘unknown’ man behind you pushes you into the door, rubbing his bulge between your ass cheeks. He sighs out a low “Jagiya..” and your mouth moves before your brain can stop you from digging yourself into a deeper hole.

“Oh~.. Is that you, Producer Choi?”

The man behind you tenses before essentially growling into your hair. He swings the door open and shoves you in, slamming the door behind him before stalking towards you. You’re quickly turned and pushed up against your vanity, meeting the angry and narrowed eyes of your boyfriend. His eyes dip down to your smirk and he rolls his eyes before grabbing you by the chin.

“You are such a pain in my ass.” He mumbles out, pulling you into a wet kiss and pinning between his body and the table. His hands fiddle with the bottom of your dress, pulling it up and above your head as he pulls away from your lips. You go to complain and ask what he thinks he’s doing all of the sudden but his hand moves to grab your cheeks, squishing them together and making it hard for you to speak clearly.

“If you wanted to be fucked so bad you could have just asked me, honey. No need to go rub your pretty hands all over some filthy freak who you don’t even know. You’re mine.”

You giggle against his hold and when his hands move down to cup your waist, you finally speak out, “Yeah but where’s the fun in that?”

“You think you’re just sooo cute, don’t you baby…” He whispers into your ear, his hands teasingly trailing down your sides to rest against your hips. When you nod with a big grin on your face he can’t stop himself from laughing. “Yeah, you really are. But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to. That cuteness won’t stop me from fucking you stupid all over this room.” He spins you around and roughly pushes you into the laminated table top by the back of your head.

You wiggle your hips impatiently as you hear him unbuckling his belt and pulling his lower clothes down in one go. He lands a loud smack to your right ass cheek, pulling your hips against his own when you squeak and run from the contact. His hands grip onto your waist and pull you back into him, also pushing you into the table to angle you downwards.

His free hand traces his tip along your folds to gather your wetness before pushing in rather impatiently. Off the bat he set a brutal pace, pummeling into you with each thrust as his hands roamed all over your body. He possessively squeezed at your hips and your shoulders anytime he passed them, hoping if he did it enough it would mark his name into your skin forever.

“F-Fuck! Hyunjin, wait! The d-door is unlocked.”

“Good. Maybe I’ll even fuck you up against it and let the staff hear your slutty moans so they know who you belong to.”

You whine at the thought, letting your eyes flutter closed. Your cheeks constantly rubbed against the table as your hands dug into the edge of it. Your hands shakily move near your chest in an attempt to push yourself up. But before you know it, one of his hands trails into your hair and grabs a fistful from your scalp. He angles your head back and uses his grip as leverage to hold you in place against the vanity as he fucked your brains out.

You cry out when your eyes land on the mirror above you. You were met with the sight of your boyfriend’s thick lips caught between his teeth, his eyes narrowed and focused on where his hips smacked against yours. His arm muscles flexed with the sheer strength he used to hold you down, and the sight had your legs shaking.

“Jinnieee.. Fffuck. I’m so close, pleaaase.” Your pleas sounded so desperate, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when one of his long fingers reached under you to rub messy shapes onto your clit. With the added stimulation, it took you no time to gush around him. Your legs shook beneath you as your orgasm ran through your body. It passed fast and once you were finished, Hyunjin quickly pulled out. You didn’t feel him cum and you looked back at him confused.

“I’m not even close yet, so we’re not done. You wanna act like a slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.” He growled out, pulling you away from the vanity and towards the loveseat in the room. He took a seat, spreading his legs widely before pulling you onto his lap. As your hips went to rest on him, he positioned himself so that you sat on his dick. You both let out low moans at the feeling, but his hands quickly moved away from you in favor of resting behind his head. When you made another confused face at him, he just smirked and leaned back against the couch. “C’mon baby. Work for it. I won’t do any of the work this round.”

You whine loudly and frown down at him, getting ready to complain that your legs were too weak but he thrusts his hips upwards roughly after your whine. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Now hurry up before I leave you high and dry for the rest of the day.” You both knew he would never actually do it, he was way too obsessed with you and your body to even think about doing such a thing. But the way he casually lounged had you believing it and you clenched tightly onto him, pulling a cocky smirk from him.

Your bottom lip quivered but you dragged your hips against his, grinding against him slowly for a few minutes. You barely processed one of his hands moving as you ground yourself harder against him, whimpering at the way his shirt rubbed against your puffy clit. There was a harsh sting and a loud slap to your ass that sent you jumping forward. You expected to land against his broad chest, but instead you landed in a grasp that was his long fingers wrapped against your throat. Your gaze moved to lock with his but your eyes quickly shut feeling another slap hit your ass cheek.

“F-Fuck!” you cried out, tightening even more as you felt his fingers tighten around your neck. 

“Do it the right way, baby.” He commanded, moving his hand from your ass to rest on your thigh. You finally lifted yourself and bounced on his dick, letting out desperate moans as you swore you could feel him in your stomach. You rode him like this for some time, only slowing down to admire his features.

He was leaned as far back as the chair allowed, face dripping with sweat as his lips held the biggest shit-eating grin ever known to mankind. From your movements, the hand on your thigh had fallen to your knee and his other hand continued to rest like a puzzle piece against your throat. Your hips stuttered as your orgasm suddenly snuck up on you. Creaming from just looking at your boyfriend must have been a new record.

Your movements almost completely stopped as your thighs shook uncontrollably, but Hyunjin wasn’t having any of that. His hands moved from their spots to grab your wrists, pinning them to your back in an X formation as he pulled you to lean on him. You were too distracted to notice the way your head fell to his shoulder, but you nestled into his neck when you felt his hips begin to slam into you.

You silently screamed from the overstimulation, quickly biting into his neck and crying out against his skin as he gave you no chance to recover. With the way his hands held yours, you had no choice but to take what was given. You felt saliva pooling in your mouth and you tried desperately to swallow it but one deep into your cervix thrust had you seeing stars. It finally dripped down your chin as he spoke up for the first time in what felt like forever. 

“Nice and d-deep, right baby? Just how my little slut likes it?” He stuttered through the teasing statement at the feeling of his balls tensing up, and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier. You nodded into his neck as your third orgasm built up fast, causing your nails to dig into your palms.

“You’re MY girl. This pretty pussy and this?” He pauses to land a slap on your ass, “This nice ass? Is MINE. Nobody can fuck you or love you like I do.” This sends you over the edge and you let out an porn-star like moan as you cum, your tightness finally being too much for him to handle and he finishes next.

The room is filled with nothing but your combined breaths as your heartbeats slowly return to normal. Your legs shake almost nonstop for a while after you calm down, and you find yourself whimpering at the feeling of Hyunjin pulling out. His dick slaps against his stomach and he coos soothingly against your ear.

Your forehead was still shoved against his shoulder when your eyes finally noticed your drool connecting your lips to his jacket. You shakily pulled away and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You sat on his thighs, feeling his cum drip out of you and onto the floor as his pretty hands massaged circles into your hips and his pretty lips whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Ranging from “You did so good for me, honey. Took me so well.” to “You’re so pretty, my little masterpiece. I got you, I got you. Don’t worry.”

By the time you both return to normal, you’ve been changed into new clothes and Hyunjin has become distracted and newly obsessed with the drool stain on his jacket. He could feel himself getting hard again while staring at it, but forced himself to tear his eyes away once it was time to leave. He grabbed your combined belongings and had you hold onto his arm as he led you to the taxi he had called on the ride down the elevator.

Everything was back to normal and extra sweet as he opened the door for you to sit first, then shoved your things into the truck before taking his own seat. You smiled up at him with those pretty eyes and whispered into his ear, “That was so much fun, Jinnie.. Sorry I flirted with the producer, but you see what my vision was.”

He laughed and pulled you into a soft kiss before leaning into your ear to whisper, “Oh, don’t worry baby, your punishment has barely even started. Once we’re home I’m edging you all night.”

[hotvintagepoll]

Will Scarlett has lost his temporary lead in the Hot Medieval and Fantasy Man Melee, so I'm back with screenshots to prove my point that Will is the Hottest Boy in the Land. I normally avoid these types of long posts but I will do anything for my Slutty Merry Boy, so buckle in.

To introduce Will Scarlett—oh by the way here's the link to his whole movie—I think it's important context to know that when we first meet him, Robin is saving a man's life and Scarlett is staring at nothing in particular. His head is empty of thoughts. He looks this way the entire scene. I'm not sure he blinks.

As soon as the danger is over (a danger he did absolutely nothing to help with) he has a chuckle with Robin! Sunshine and laughter and roses!

The next time we see him (which is soon, because this movie loves Will Scarlett too), he is bitching because Robin had them sleep in the woods (???) and he got stabbed in the back by some acorns.

Here he is falling over a log.

Here he is getting smacked with a branch.

HERE HE IS AFTER GETTING SMACKED BY THE BRANCH.

He serves cunt continuously through the entire Little John sequence, and we don't have time for all of my screenshots, so just a quick smattering:

Here he is being hot and unsupportive when Robin decides to fight the biggest guy he's ever seen. (Scarlett literally says "your skull not mine" and then just stands there.)

Here he is getting in Robin's way.

Here he is, picking the hottest pose possible so he can be the bard and play little showtunes while Robin gets his ass kicked.

Oh my goddd fuck me.

Worth mentioning that Little John does loudly identify Will Scarlett as "a pretty fellow" and nobody contradicts this. In a world where all of Robin's men have one personality trait (big, friar, or tiny), Will Scarlett's is Slut.

Once we get out of the Will's Musical Singalong chapter and Robin goes in disguise to the archery contest, Scarlett does too, except whoever told him he couldn't wear his normal Versace didn't tell him what normal people wear because he shows up looking like this.

Absolutely nobody else in the crowd looks like that. That's just what he thinks the Normies are doing.

With Robin captured, you'd think it's time for Will Scarlett to contribute something. Unfortunately he is constitutionally incapable of not serving cunt at all times to the exclusion of all else, so Maid Marian thinks of the plot while he stands by looking really hot.

Here he is serving cunt as a monk. Jesus Christ.

HERE he actually does something during the climatic battle! I had forgotten but he does swing his sword around a little bit. He doesn't actually look hot while doing this which explains why he has never done it before.

i saved this screenshot with the caption "the beatles" and i'm not wrong.

here he is doing new things with blood eyeliner. very brat.

SUCH A SERVE THERE IN THE BACKGROUND AND FOR WHAT

in conclusion, Will Scarlett is a hot hot man who is clever (by his own estimation, never proven within the story) and extremely hot (by everyone else's estimation, proven twenty-seven thousand times over). He serves several different looks in the movie, all of them incredible, and is apparently brought along by Robin just for his charming good looks and lack of thoughts because he's certainly not good at anything else. He is the hero to all of us who want to hang out in this movie but not actually work out or hold a weapon, and the bard that every Sherwood story deserves. Vote Will Scarlett, my legend, my icon, my idiot.

@medievalandfantasymelee

[azzibuckets]

attitude [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige catches attitude and azzi keeps her in check

a/n: basically the nyfw and ny liberty game fic yall requested. @makethemhoesmad to thank for the prompt!!!!

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Paige had never been a big fan of side parts, but that was before Azzi Fudd.

Now, as she stared at her girlfriend, her soft curls tossed to the left and framing her doe brown eyes in just the right way, Paige wanted to tangle her fingers in Azzi’s hair and kiss her and kiss her.

But knowing Azzi likely wouldn’t take kindly to messing up her makeup after hours of sitting in her chair, Paige settled for merely inching a little bit closer to her best friend on the couch where they were sitting. Azzi’s cheeks turned a faint red when Paige brushed her pinky against hers. “I’m not gonna lie, you look hot as hell right now,” Paige said lowly, voice thick with want.

Azzi’s blush turned fiery. “You sure know how to woo a girl,” she said sarcastically.

Paige leaned in closer. “Is it working?” she asked, her lips only a few centimeters from Azzi’s mouth. Azzi’s eyes flicked down before she inhaled and scooted back. “You’re gonna mess up my makeup.”

Paige looked wounded at the distance between them. “You weren’t saying that last night,” she quipped, earning a smack to the head. “Yo, you’re gonna mess up my hair,” Paige complained, turning to face the mirror and adjust some strands.

“Good, maybe all the bitches will back off,” Azzi joked lightly.

“At least those bitches would kiss me,” Paige grumbled, eyes glazing over as she stared at Azzi’s lips.

“Control your face,” Azzi chastised, though her heart warmed at how Paige looked more in love with her every time she saw her. “Especially in front of the cameras later.”

“I know, I know.”

•••••••••••••••••••••

Paige was not controlling her face.

She had done a pretty good job at the beginning of the event. Hell, she’d been beaming and shit seeing the crowd she was intermingling with, filled with celebrities she’d never thought she’d meet in person.

That was until that same redheaded slut kept approaching her girlfriend and smiling at her in that slinky way. It didn’t help that she was unable to secure neighboring seats with Azzi, forcing her to sit across the room and burn holes into the ginger’s head as she laughed at everything her girlfriend was saying.

“Remind me to play poker with you some day,” Brittany piped up from next to her. “I would walk away a millionaire.”

Paige clenched her jaw. “You think this is funny?”

“You really think carrot head holds a candle to you?”

“Her boobs are sticking out and shit in that dress she’s wearing,” Paige gritted through her teeth, completely ignoring Brittany’s words.

Brittany smiled, enjoying the show unfolding before her. “Maybe you should do something about it,” she goaded.

“Fuck this.” Paige slid out her phone, hoping to distract herself by scrolling through Instagram. Her grip tightened, almost cracking her phone when the first post she came across was a picture of her and Azzi posing from the hour before, and all she saw in the comments were people thirsting over her girlfriend like animals (Aka me). “People have no civility these days,” she decided, shoving her phone back into her pocket.

Brittany only smirked.

As soon as the runway ended, Paige leapt from her seat and started making her way towards her girlfriend. All thoughts of wayward cameras left her mind as her vision tunneled in on the way the redhead’s acrylics scraped lightly over Azzi’s bicep.

“Hey,” she said lowly, hands tracing down Azzi’s sides before settling at her hips. “Who’s this?” She nodded at the girl but kept her eyes on Azzi.

Azzi’s eyes furrowed in confusion at Paige’s carelessness, her hands subtly covering the blonde’s and gently pushing them away. “This is Odelia. She’s one of the interns coordinating New York Fashion Week!”

“That’s nice.” Paige’s voice dripped with fake enthusiasm as she leaned her chin on Azzi’s shoulder, arms going back to circle her waist. “I bet you’re an amazing intern.”

Azzi shifted at the condescending way Paige emphasized intern. She stepped away, causing Paige’s hands to drop. From the way Azzi’s eyes glared daggers into her, Paige knew she was in for it later. Oh well. The look in Odelia’s face had been worth it.

•••••••••••••••••••

“I’m hungry,” Azzi announced as soon as she slid in the back seat of her car.

Paige stared out the window, her neck stiff. “Maybe you should’ve eaten that redhead bitch.”

Azzi stilled, only halfway into the car before she realized her surroundings and climbed fully in, shutting the door behind her. “That redhead bitch?” Azzi repeated, mocking the same tone Paige had used.

Paige slumped low into her seat, pulling down the drawstrings of her hoodie that she’d replaced her sweater with. “Fucking looking at her like she was a four course meal,” she muttered under her breath, her gaze stilled fixed on the buildings whirring past outside.

Azzi decided to ignore Paige, not wanting to have a conversation like this in the backseat of the Uber. “Can you make a stop at McDonald’s?” she asked the driver, who nodded and started to shift lanes.

“Bro, let me just go home,” Paige complained.

“Drop the attitude,” Azzi warned, her tone deadly. Paige glowered even more but immediately shut up.

“You want anything?” Azzi asked as they pulled up to the drive through.

No response.

“Paige Madison Bueckers.”

“A cheeseburger and fries.”

When they were given their food, Paige made sure to start munching loudly, knowing Azzi’s pet peeve was loud chewers.

Azzi set down her burger and rubbed her temples. “So you’re gonna keep being a brat?”

Paige chewed louder.

In one quick motion, Azzi snatched the fries from Paige’s hand and dumped them into the bag. Paige immediately reached over to grab it back, but Azzi quickly menauevered it, putting the food between the door and her body. “Act like a kid and get treated like a kid,” Azzi said, her voice hard.

••••••••••••

If Paige had been mad last night, she was furious now. After they’d got home, they’d had a little fight before Paige had stubbornly went to the couch for the night. With the business of their trip, they hadn’t had time to talk about it since, and it was killing Paige not being able to hug and kiss her girlfriend for the entire day.

Did Paige know she was being bratty and stupid? Yes. But Azzi was always so sexy when she was worked up.

Paige did have a tactic. She was trying her hardest to not let her gaze settle, but for the tenth time in five minutes she found herself staring at Azzi again from across the arena. Her girlfriend’s hair was up in a bun now, slut strands framing her face. With the sunglasses she was wearing and the gum she was chewing, she looked perfectly poised, but Paige knew Azzi was still tense from their argument.

In all honesty, Paige wanted to be in Azzi’s lap, not sitting here watching the game. She’d tried to take her mind off Azzi’s long legs by striking up a conversation with Klay Thompson, who sat next to her, but as soon as the NBA star opened his mouth to respond, her thoughts returned to Azzi Azzi Azzi.

After the game, Paige tried to rush through all the pictures, but Azzi, who seemed to know what she was doing, merely smirked and took her time. She must’ve said hi to every single person on the Liberty and Aces roster before joining Paige at the exit.

“Someone’s in a rush,” Azzi noted as Paige sped walked to the car.

“Shut up right now.”

••••••••••••••

As soon as the door clicked behind them, Paige’s mouth was pressed feverishly against Azzi’s, her hands roaming across every single part of the younger girl’s body. “Looked like such a good fucking girl in this outfit,” she panted. “Got everyone fooled, but I see right through it.”

Azzi pressed Paige’s hips against the wall, holding her there. The blonde squirmed under Azzi’s stare coming from half lidded eyes. “Let’s talk about last night,” Azzi jabbed back. “Acting like a little fucking brat.”

Paige raised her hips, trying to roll them against Azzi’s, but Azzi’s grip was too firm. “You gonna punish me?” she breathed out, hands going up to Azzi’s shoulders to steady herself.

“I know your game,” Azzi husked, teeth dragging over Paige’s earlobe. “You think you’re so smart, huh?”

“Want you,” Paige whined, fingers hiking up Azzi’s shirt. “Need you.”

Azzi tsked, backing away from Paige. It took all of her self control not to take her right then and there, with the blonde slumped against the wall, eyes glazed over and hair a mess as she pouted. “No touching,” she said lowly. “Keep your hands to yourself.” Azzi slowly dragged her thumb down Paige’s jawline, relishing the heat of her skin and the way the older girl trembled under her touch. “Gonna make you regret all your attitude.”

Paige’s eyes fluttered shut. She fought back a smile. Azzi didn’t know it, but Paige had won.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Special Delivery

"Babe! He's here!" I yell to my husband. Peaking between the blinds, I study the delivery worker as he comes up the driveway.

His name is Michael, and he's a bit of a local celebrity on our street. Just about every housewife in the neighborhood savors the arrival of his big delivery truck, and none of them hesitate to fetch him water or a snack.

He of course indulges the women, but Michael never wastes time at our house.

"Really!" my husband calls back, "Let me see."

Together we study the shredded delivery guy as he marches towards our front door.

"He always looks angry," my partner notices.

"Only when he's at our house, babe," I remind him, "I can get the door."

"No, I can get it."

We squabble over who's going to greet the delivery man until the doorbell rings and we open it together. I'll admit, we may have appeared a little eager when he finally saw us.

"Package," he grunts, barely looking our way.

"Thank you!" I reply cheerily, "It's a hot day. I can get you some water."

"No," he looks a bit disgusted by the offer.

"You sure?" my husband adds.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Michael's veins bulge, "I wouldn't accept anything from you! Pathetic excuses for men."

After aggressively throwing our package to the floor, he stomps off, back to his delivery truck.

"That was rude," I'm at a lack for words, "I guess you really never know a guy."

I turn to see my husband's pleading eyes.

"Can I?" he asks.

"Definitely."

His irises roll into the back of his head as his consciousness leaves his body. I catch him before he falls and begin dragging his limp frame towards the sofa. I'm a bit of a scrawny guy so I only manage to move him a few feet.

"Could I help you with that, sir?" I hear a deep voice ask.

Michael is back, only this time, he's smiling brilliantly and posing with his arms on his waist like he's some cheesy superhero.

"Thank you!" I cry as Michael effortlessly picks up my husband and gently lays him across the couch.

"Just doing my job, sir," he reports with a mockingly deep voice, "It's a good thing your hubbie is unconscious right now. I wouldn't want him seeing what I'm about to do to you."

"Stop goofing around, babe," I chuckle.

"I'm not goofing around," my husband exaggerates through Michael's voice, "I'm the big, strong delivery guy. I wear tight shirts and put on a show while I deliver your mail!"

He pairs each word with a new flexing pose.

"Now, about that glass of water, sir," Michael purrs, stepping so close to me that I almost fall back, "This boy is thirsty, and only you have what I need to quench it."

I almost collapse, but my husband quickly grabs me and cradles me in Michael's bulging arms.

A couple hours later, after we'd thoroughly explored our delivery man's body, we got dressed and went out to the park. My husband found the skimpiest outfit to stretch over Michael's ridiculously defined muscles.

"People are staring," I whisper.

"Let them stare," Michael loudly announces, "I don't care if they see me. I'm just a bottom slut out on a stroll with his boyfriend."

I can't help but chuckle as my husband laughs with Michael's mouth. I doubt such words have ever escaped the delivery man's lips.

"Michael?" a confused voice calls behind us.

Turning we find a group of similarly athletic men tossing a football around.

"I thought you were working?" the worried athlete asks, "And what are you wearing?"

"I wear whatever he wants," Michael throws a heavy arm around me, "If you'll excuse me, he doesn't like it when I go too long without physical contact."

My husband turns and plants a big smooch on my lips with Michael's mouth, pulling away only to whisper, "Slap my ass! I think that'll really blow their minds."

We continue our passionate display of affection for awhile while I aggressively grope Michael's muscle butt beneath his tiny shorts. His former friends eventually leave the park, muttering insults his way. Meanwhile I lose myself further in the paradise that is our delivery man's homophobic mouth.

My date with Michael has been fun, but I'm ultimately much happier to return home to my husband, leaving the delivery man scantily clad and confused in the middle of the park.

I doubt he'll get fired. Guys like him can usually talk their way out of consequences, so maybe he'll be a little more respectful the next time he delivers us a package.

[gorgeys]

STRANGERS ★ Queen Maeve

Queen Maeve x fem!reader

don't you just love when your new girlfriend is your ex's biggest fan?

Warnings: angst???

Word Count: 1260

Note: guys i'm her slut

this was supposed to be a drabble but then i started writing too much and now idk what it is

she did it again.  of course she did.

queen maeve stands proudly outside of a now destroyed apartment complex.  she was able to hold up the crumbling building just long enough for it's residents to escape unharmed, and now she was basking in the glory of starstruck fans and hungry reporters.

her hands were perched powerfully on her hips as she spoke to the sea of reporters with that sense of security and power that all Americans had come to love.  just as she's halfway through her spiel about how those residents and first responders were the real heroes, she halts mid-sentence.

something's caught her eye.  something across the street. rather, someone.

she notices you just as you've turned the corner.  your scooping up the last bites of frozen yogurt as you stroll down the sidewalk, seemingly without a care in the world.  even from so far away, she can tell that you're laughing.  and it's not even a giggle, it's that throw your head back and hold your aching stomach kind of laugh.

it must be something the girl you're walking with said.  you two look comfortable, she thinks.  she notices your shoulders rubbing together as you walk and how she moves strands of your hair out of your face, even though you're completely capable of doing it yourself.  her chest tightens uncomfortably.

"um, but yeah, i'm just glad everyone is safe," she says, remembering where she is and returning her gaze to camera with a shaky smile.

she steps away from the reporters and toward the fans who are begging and screaming to get her autograph or a selfie with her.  she keeps her eye on you for as long as she can before she's posing in pictures that will surely end up on someone's instagram.

across the street, your laughter slowly dies as you toss your yogurt cup into a trash can.

"oh my god, y/n, look!" your girlfriend says.

well, girlfriend?  date?  situationship?  you weren't really sure.  it was all new to you.

you look at her and see that she's pointing across the street with eyes as big as saucers.  you follow her gaze to a crowd.  upon further inspection, you realize it's a crowd with queen maeve at it's center.

"it's queen maeve!  oh my god, i'm such a huge fan!" she gushes from beside you.

a soft "oh" is all you can manage.  she's smiling that big, white superhero smile as she stares into phone cameras.  she does look good.  she always does on every billboard, tv screen, and poster you pass by.  she always has.

"come on, we have to get a picture with her!" your girlfriend says, grabbing your hand and beginning to drag you off of the sidewalk.

"oh, well, i don't know if that's such a good idea," you say nervously, resisting her grip and planting your feet firmly on the curb.

"what?" she turns back to you in disbelief.  "oh, come on, don't be nervous!  she's just a person like the rest of us!" she pulls you off the curb and onto the road.  "besides, this is a once in a lifetime sorta thing!"

suddenly, you're being dragged behind her her across the road, trying not to get hit by oncoming cars.

you're internally cursing your girlfriend out as you reach the edge of the crowd and desperately trying to figure a way out of this situation.  maybe fake puke?  or fake passout? or just run? 

"y/n," your girlfriend says, handing you her phone.  "can you take the selfie?  you take them way better than me."

she's bouncing on her toes in excitement and you don't want to burst her bubble.  at the same time, you want to crawl into a hole and die.

"no, i can't," you say, pushing her phone back into her chest.  "that's, um...we should just go," you say, turning around and starting to pull your girlfriend with you, away from the chaos.  but it's too late.

"queen maeve!" your girlfriend suddenly yells.

fuck.

it physically pains you to turn back around.  when you do, maeve's right there.  you swore you were at the back of the crowd just a second ago.  she must've seen you and shoved at least a few fans out of her way to get to you.

it's not a coincidence that she's looking right at you with a small, hopeful, genuine smile playing on her lips.  she tugs on your heart strings as always.  you're sure you look stupid standing in front of her with your lips parted in speechlessness.  

"can we get a picture?" you girlfriend suddenly interjects in your silent moment.

maeve's eyes are finally torn away from you.  she briefly looks at your girlfriend, then looks longer at your intertwined hands.  you drop your girlfriend's hand, suddenly feeling embarrassed.  maeve shouldn't make you feel this way, especially after such a long time, but her gaze burns like homelander's heat vision.

she's notoriously difficult to read, but when she looks back at you, you see hurt flash behind her stoic eyes.

"y/n," she says, decidedly ignoring your girlfriend for the time being.  her voice is softer, almost as if she's astonished that you're even standing in front of her.  "how..." her nails dig into the steel of her suit and her eyes scan your face.  she clears her throat, attempting to regain her composure.  "how are you?" she says in one quick breath.

you swallow.  the combination of maeve's and your girlfriend's confused stare feels like too much to handle.

"um, well...i've been good," you say with a little nod.  your fingers run up and down the backside of your thighs.  maeve notices.  she knows you always fidget with your hands when your nervous.  she wonders if this new girl knows that about you.  "how've you been?"

"been okay," she says with that charming half smile.  "just haven't seen you in a while.  how long's it been...a year?"

"year and a half, i think," you say.

you internally smack yourself.  you hope she doesn't think you've been counting.  even though you have been.

"god," she says, raising her eyebrows.  the ways she looks at you is a strange mixture of hope, sadness, and hunger.  you're not sure how you're supposed to feel about it.  all you can feel is a throbbing in your stomach.  "now who's this?" she says, abruptly turning her attention to your girlfriend.  maeve smiles, a fake one albeit.

she excitedly introduces herself under the title of your girlfriend.  good to know that it's official now.

"oh!" maeve exclaims, her smile only growing larger to hide the burgeoning pain.  her eyes momentarily flicker to you and you feel the overwhelming urge to apologize.  "how bout that picture then?"

there must be no god, you think, if you've been forced to live out the nightmare of having to take a picture of your ex and your new girlfriend together.

"wait, how do you guys know each other anyway?" your girlfriend suddenly asks, just as maeve is about to walk away.

maeve turns back and looks at you.  you look at her.  if anyone was going to answer that question, it had to be her.  though you already knew what she would say.

"old friends," she says, except she doesn't even attempt a fake smile this time.  her eyes bore into yours, accepting the tinge of hate evident on your face as she says those fateful words.  she makes a final, silent plead with her eyes, complete with an apologetic smile.  "don't be a stranger."

[octuscle]

My boss has been giving me shit ever since I got this job. If I could just put him in his place for one day…

Your boss's day is off to a great start. Power cut. And the Tesla is not charged. The only way to get to the office is by bus and suburban train. He hates public transport. But what should he do? At the bus stop, he pulls out his cell phone to buy his ticket. All around him are schoolchildren and wetbacks on their way to work. Damn, did he pocket the cell phone of his cleaning lady from Colombia? All in Spanish. And the phone far from his own brand new show-off model. And already has a few scratches too... Maldita sea! Why can't he buy a ticket now? Tarjeta bloqueada. That's all he needs. His not-so-clean trousers hang low on his narrow hips. The waistband of his fake Calvin Klein briefs is clearly visible. When the bus arrives, he rummages in his deep trouser pockets for a few dollars. Just enough to buy a ticket.

When your boss changes trains, he realizes that his briefcase is gone. Where the hell did the hip bag come from instead? He looks inside. Tobacco, cigarette papers, a few crumpled dollar bills, some weed. And condoms. Lots and lots of condoms. His gaze falls on his reflection in the window pane. Mierda, soy un espalda mojada. ¡Un sucio y apestoso espalda mojada! Instead of his spotless white shirt, he wears a dirty wifebeater. And the jacket has become a sleeveless open plaid shirt. Not entirely clean either. His feet are in dirty biker boots. A couple of silver chains around his neck. Shit, something's not going well. When he arrives at the station, he walks towards the toilets. He needs a mirror. Sporty and dynamic, he jumps over the turnstile at the entrance. He has no more money to use the toilets. There are the mirrors. And that's no longer your boss. Okay, the other hustlers at the station all call Juan "jefe" because he has the biggest cock. But apart from that, he's nothing but a well-trained wetback hustler.

One of the other hustlers comes up to jefe and asks for a fag. Juan panics. Should he be nice to the scum? Juan will probably need help. On the other hand, the mere presence of this gay trash makes him nauseous. At least he speaks English. Juan decides to be friendly. And he tries to reply that they can share a fag. He replies in broken English with a heavy Spanish accent. The other hustler thanks him with a fist bump. He doesn't seem surprised by the language. Juan builds a cigarette, takes a first drag and passes the fag on. While they smoke in a corner of the train toilet, a punter wanders around them. Juan doesn't think much about it. He needs money. And it can't get much worse than this. His eyes and those of the punter meet. The rest happens without a word. A few minutes later, Juan kneels on the piss-strewn floor of the toilet and swallows the cum of a strange man. And he's a pro, he gets a hard-on even though the punter is rather disgusting.

It gets quieter from 10:00 onwards. The rush hour is over. There's nothing to do at the station until 16:00. Juan counts his takings. 120 dollars. Not bad. He joins the other hustlers at the kiosk in front of the station, smokes a cigarette and drinks a beer. He needs to get rid of that damn taste of cum from old fat white men. Then Juan has to go to the wholesale market and clean the market halls. He's definitely no longer the boss here. The job is also badly paid, but he has to prove he has a regular job so as not to lose his residence permit. And there are showers for the employees. If he goes back to the station sweaty and dirty, he can forget about good sales.

Juan is just getting out of the shower when a regular customer contacts him via Facetime. He asks how his favorite slut is doing. Juan poses a little in front of the cell phone camera. He doesn't understand English very well, but he knows that his customer gets horny when he shows off his hairy armpits. And the customer pays well. Most of the time, Juan even gets a bit to eat. And if he's lucky, he can even spend the night with the client and doesn't have to go to the dirty dormitory where Juan has currently rented a bed. But if he's not lucky, at least he knows where his place is.

Pic of your jefe found @marechais 

[qsphyxias]

if you read yaoi and/or bl regularly as a woman, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; miguel x male! reader

warnings ; male reader, cussing, no spoilers from the movie other than his existence

note ; that movie fucked me up ong, what the actual FUCK MARVEL HAD NO FUCKNG RIGHT TO DO THAT WHAT?? WHY IS HE SO BEAUTIFUL I STOOD IN A HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM FOR 20 MINUTES WATCHING MIGUEL EDIT COMPILATIONS. ON YOUTUBE. oh fun surprise at the end

words ; 0.5k +

"that's odd." you spoke to no one in particular, your chin resting on the back of your hand as you examined the back of miguel's... well, his rear.

"great." miguel huffed, blinking away his concentration on the screens before him, "what is it this time, s/o?" he swivelled his abdomen slightly to glance at you. with a pose like that... arms crossed, hip turned in a 45 degree angle, and his head looking over his shoulder at you; you could only chuckle.

miguel, once unbothered, was now VERY bothered. what were you laughing at?

"what the— why do you look like you know something i don't?" this time, miguel fully turned around; you had his full, undivided attention now. with a hand held up to your mouth to conceal your shameless laughter, you stood still as miguel made his way towards you. he wanted to take a closer look at the, what you call, humour of the situation.

"i'm sorry, it's just... um." your hand dropped from your face to his shoulder. you used his sturdy, well... extremely sturdy bicep, as a stabilizer as you tried to break the news.

"... what?" he narrowed his eyes at you, suspicion clear in his voice.

in turn, you avoided his stare by looking at your thumbs; twiddling them. "nothing..."

"oh for christ's— spit it out!" resorting to slight violence, he shoved your shoulder lightly, pushing you against a wall (since when were walls in here?).

surrendering, you rose your hands. "i was just thinking about your butt! okay!?" you sulked, dropping your head on his chest. "i am only a man." your voice was muffled, by your shame was clear.

"you cannot be serious." he pulled your head back gently by the tufts of your hair, just so he could look at you.

"i'm sorry, but your suit... it kind of makes you look like a slut-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before a loud, audible gasp filled the Spider-Man's lungs.

"excuse me?" your boyfriend's beautiful baritone voice was tragically replaced by a shrill, lady-at-the-grocery-store sound.

you grinned at his offended expression, "what- aw, does my boyfriend not want me objectifying him?" you blinked at him and pouted, leaning against him as he scoffed grumpily at you.

miguel sighed and lifted his arm up pointedly, beginning his defence—you, in turn, you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his exposed waist. "just so we're clear; i'm not your boyfriend, you're MY boyfriend." completely desensitized to your PDA, he spoke confidently as if it was any different to what you just said; as if claiming property of a little gay boy was something to be proud of.

you could only pause, and stand in shock.

"..." you couldn't even look at him.

"..." all he was doing, was looking at you.

"i apologize. that sounded better in my head-"

"don't worry; i get it. you want me to be your boyfriend AND your pimp." before miguel could even think to catch you, you managed to sneak a satisfying squeeze on his left cheek before you started sprinting away, as fast as you humanly can.

"s/o, come back here!"

"totally worth it! you can't say that shit during pride month, miguel!"

[eustasskidagenda]

Just curious what kid would do with his partner if they had robotic limbs too during their rough love sessions.

If ok fem partner too

Hi hi dear, yes, always willing to write for Kid! And that was fun to write :D I hope the result will match your expectations, enjoy our favorite angry tulip and thank you for requesting. ☆ 

☆With a s/o who has a robotic arm

CW : f!reader, MDNI, smut, creative use of DF, rough sex, size kink, v!sex, reader has a robotic arm, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, Kid has a filthy mouth as always, fingering, slight praises, slight degradation (whore/slut are used), slight choking, let me know if I forgot something

WC :   1,6k

"Now, that should work." With a satisfied grin, Kid throws his precision tool onto the desk and runs a finger along your robotic limb. His beautiful amber eyes shine with a glint of pride. Your artificial arm is truly a masterpiece. All made by your creative and skilled boyfriend. The design is more intricate than his own, featuring delicate curves and advanced technology. The day Kid decided to replace your old, rusty prosthesis with a new one designed by himself was truly one of the most beautiful days of your whole existence. A gift from a man as tough as Kid is something that means everything. So you love this arm and you crave for this moment when Kid needs to replace some parts or make sure everything is working well. The view of his skilled hands and deft fingers working with the metal is astonishing. Kid may be loud and rude, but his delicacy in working with metal, particularly on your arm, is mesmerizing. Subtle and  yet extremely appealing. It makes you eager. Eager for his broad hand to roam over your body, and for his metal arm to pin you down on the mattress. Eager for his talented fingers to trace their way against your soft skin, running along your inner thighs, and eventually sliding inside you. 

"Thank you, Kid!" You smile and he just mutters something unintelligible before helping you to fix the artificial limb. "Move your arm." He orders, closely watching if all the metal connections are working smoothly. As it happens, he proudly grins. "We need to test it out in more intense activities." He adds with a shrug. Although his hot-headed brain is probably thinking about a good old-fashioned fight, your only desire is to feel Kid's hands crushing you on the mattress or bending over the desk. So you grab his fleshy hand and intertwine your fingers together. "We can figure it out now." He grins and shakes his head. "Damn Y/N, you're always so horny when I work on your arm, what a whore." It's his fault. "Blame it on that beautiful skilled hand of yours." He sneers, fidgets with his thick, manicured fingers, and pulls you toward him with a gesture of his forefinger. You can't fight against his devil fruit. In all honesty, you don't want to fight. Even without all this metal, you would always be dragged to Kid. Maybe he's a mess, but a beautiful one. Your beautiful mess.

Immediately, his hand finds its way to your ass. He digs his fingers against your clothed bottom, roughly fondling your cheeks with a husky sigh. "You need me so bad, yeah?" You just moan as he slides his hand under you skirt, pressing his digits roughly against your already soaking wet panties. With a satisfied, low grunt, he removes his hand and stand up, his massive figure looming over you. Sadly, you don't even have the time to appreciate his broad chest or the way his hair fall free on his fore-head as he quickly takes off his goggles. You can't even take a look at his large, already hard cock, pressed against the fabric of his pants. With one swift motion, Kid uses his devil fruit to bend you over his desk. Wearing metal rings and bracelets is not a good idea with Kid, and having a robotic limb neither. Because now, your arms are crossed behind your back and all you can do is bend over, helplessly, squirming, so needy for more. 

Kid poses for just a second, taking a look at your drenched panties. Wet, so wet and just for him. That makes his heart melt with pride. "Bend more," he gruffly grumbled, crushing his hand on the small of your back, forcing you to lean your upper body against the cold, hard surface of the desk. Your breasts are roughly pressed against the wood. Now, you're so helplessly offered to him. Just the way he likes it. His cock twitches in impatience as he watches your ass presented to him and immediately, he slaps your ass cheek with his heavy hand, enjoying the nice jiggle and the bright red mark of his fingers. "Lemme see how wet you're" Without any consideration, he rips your panties, exposing your glistening wet folds to his eager eyes. "Fuck, you're already a mess." He slightly kicks your ankles, forcing you to spread your legs wider. Then, he slides his middle finger inside you, a low grunt fall from his lips as he feels your tight walls around his thick finger, so hot, so wet, so tight and just for him. He adds two more fingers, circling his thumb against your clit. He's hitting all your sweet spots with each thrust, you mewl, move your hips, and try to impale yourself further. Your body clenches with ferocity.

You need more.

You need him to fill you up to the hilt. "Kid, fuck me, please." He merely laughs. "Such a good slut, always so needy for my cock." He takes out his fingers and as you turn your head to the side, you can watch him suck his fingers, glistening with your wetness. "So good." He growls while licking his manicured fingernails.

He unbuckles his belt, and removes his pants, his thick cock leaking in pre-cum springs free, pointing right away at you. He jerks his throbbing member. The way his cockhead disappears in his veiny fist with a slosh and wet noise is so obscene. You need him. "Kid, please fuck me", you whine, and he just slaps your ass roughly. "You like looking at my big cock, little whore? Need me to fuck your tight hole? " You squirm, flushed and flustered by his words. "Please," you just beg and he snarls a sharp 'Shut up. And this moron doesn't stop. He uses his devil fruit, magnetizing your entire body to his robotic limb. Your face is roughly pressed against the desk, Kid doesn't waste any more time teasing. With great force, his hips slam forward, sinking his entire length deep inside you. 

"Shit," he groans, feeling your walls clamp around his thickness.  He stretches you wide open, filling you up the hilt. Kid wraps his flesh hand around your throat, squeezing slightly while his metal hand roughly holds your ass. With his devil fruit, he keeps your arms magnetized behind your back, and your robotic limb is almost magnetized to his own. "Take it, take it all" he growls, slapping your ass once more, leaving bruises on your sensitive skin. All you can do is shout his name as he thrusts roughly in an out of you.

And he watches.

He watches how you core swallow his large member glistening with your juice. A low grunt rumbles in his throat. "Fuck, you were born to take my cok." The force of his hard pounding makes it impossible for you to answer, speak, or breathe. His throbbing member rubs against your sweet spot as he plows into you. Your legs are feeling so weak, and he keeps going. "What a nice collar you got there, little slut," he grins, squeezing your throat, enjoying how you choke and drool because of his hand and his member.

Because of him alone.

Kid can only grunt in delight as the beautiful, sinful melody of your moans and skin slapping against skin fills the room. You look gorgeous, with your tiny body completely wrapped around his big, metallic hand as he uses it to keep you steady. No matter how much you squirm, you can't even move. All you can do is take it. And you won't complain. Because it feels way too good. The way he holds you, the way he fucks you at a spine-breaking pace, the way he's losing his mind because of your body. That makes your mind dizzy. You're pulsing around his cock while he continues to chase his highs, grunting huskily. You're addicted to this feeling. He uses his devil fruit mercilessly, almost breaking your spine while he grunts and twists your arms behind your back. It's almost painful. Kid, let go of your neck, grab a hand of your hair, and lean your back against his broad torso. With each kiss on your neck, you know he's smearing his red lipstick everywhere. All those marks are showing to everyone that you belong to him, and only to him. 

"Kid, I can't hold back" you whine. He smacks your ass. "Shit, you're tightening even more. You won't let me go. Like my dick that much?" You squirm, soaking wet, clenching tightly, desperately around his member as you cum hard, all over his cock. Kid continues to pound away at your cunt, relentlessly, his breath hot against your ears. You whine, struggling to get enough air through your nose as he keeps stimulating your sensitive body. With a deep, hypnotic groan, he cum, filling you up with his hot seed before collapsing against your back, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He continues to give sloppy thrusts. "You look so pretty with my marks" he whispers, running his fingers along the bruise on your hips and ass. "You're always so good to me, such a good girl" he praises, pulling out in a squelching sound. He looks at his semen leaking out of your pussy and stuffs it back with his thumb. 

"You're alright?" You struggle to breathe, your legs shaking from exhaustion.Actually, you might even fall appart, Kid always leaves you both exhausted and satisfy. Your dear captain just laughs and slaps your ass. "Alright, come here, pretty girl." He lends you his coat and wraps your body in it to cover your nudity before taking you to the bedroom and laying you down on the bed. Grinning, he gives a playful tap to your robotic limb. "Well, I guess it's proof-tested now."

[lizzy019]

𝒩𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎.

Darrel Curtis x Bimbo!Fem!Reader [Reader is a Soc]

cw -> dirty talk, breast play, p in a, hitting

Word Count -> 1.1K

No because why is this request giving my ovulating brain such DIRTY IDEAS? Hope you enjoy it!

$136.32

That was how much money you wanted to squeeze out of him.

The numbers that were counted made Darry’s mind almost combust into flames when he heard that high amount, and simply for two dresses and a few pairs of heels?

But then he looked over at your smile, the way your lips curled so happily when you offered he didn’t have to pay if he couldn't. So with a tap of your card, the money was sent through and your bag of new items was handed to you.

A big smile widened on your face as you linked arms with him and hurried out. You were so happy!

“Darry, Darry, do you think I could show my dresses to you when we get back to your place? Pleeease?” You whined out, bottom lip jutting forward in a soft plea.

Darry didn’t know why you were begging, he’d say yes anytime and wouldn't turn any offer down when it came to you. So he swiftly nodded his head, kissing your cheek as you two made your way back to his car.

A frilly pink dress with white bow straps to hold it up on your shoulders was presented to Darry.

Breasts barely contained in the fabric, and hips expanding the dress, you looked as if you were straight from a porn movie. It had him drooling from the sight.

However, your obliviousness and ditzy attitude paid no mind to his eyes, simply spinning around and enjoying the dress.

“What’d ya think? Do you like it? I like it! Or maybe it’s too tight? Do you think so? Oh, of course you do, what was I thinking? I’m so dumb!” You moved on too fast, lamenting the fact that you thought Darry didn’t like it simply because you rushed to a random point.

This jolted him out of his trance, and his hands came to your waist in assurance.

“No no, the dress is nice on ya. Makes your figure look fuller, sweetie. It looks good.” He consoled you, gently brushing your hair from your face and pulling you into a light hug.

Oh God, he could feel your breasts pressing against him. All big and warm, soft and squishy against his torso.

He tried to pay no mind to it, trying to be a respectful gentleman and keep his hands to himself. But you were just so adamant on staying in his hug that eventually he couldn’t take it.

Darry’s hands very slowly moved to your dress’ zipper, trying not to alarm you before he zipped it off and wriggled it off of you faster than you could react. A yelp escaped you from being bare to him.

“You wanna dress up and pose like a slut, huh? Wanna make me look bad in front of everyone, no modesty or anythin’. You dirty whore.” His hand shoved your back into the bed, ass up in the air.

The words brought tears to your doe-like eyes, a look of apology crossing over your expression. How foolish of you to assume that such a weepy expression would get Darry to retract his words and apologize.

No.. no, you were very wrong.

A harsh, almost brutal smack was collided to the fat of your ass as he whipped his cock out from his jeans, desperately fondling with the belt before he kept it secure in his hand to hit you any time you misbehaved or complained.

His length pressed against your puckered hole, slowly pushing the tip in dry until the amount of precum he was oozing was able to act like lube.

Loud cries escaped you, eyes rolled back as you took every merciless thrust of his openly and with great pleasure.

“Darry, Darry! Fuck me, yes!” You cried out, manicured nails clawing at the sheets. Another crack of his belt to your ass was executed, and the feeling had your eyes watering.

“You fuckin’ keep your mouth shut. You better pray.. for your damn ass and for your damn heart that I don’t fuck you into this bloody mattress, ya hear?” He gasped out, relishing in his own pleasure but still maintaining his dominant position.

“And what’re you supposed to call me? It sure ain’t Darry, what is it, sweetheart?” He asked you in an almost malevolent and malicious tone.

“D-daddy! Daddy, ‘m sorry! I’ll be good, please! Want you to make me feel good..!” You mewled, tears soaking the sheets where your face rested.

This time, the belt was thrown to the side, renamed as a problem to deal with later as he grabbed your hips and full on thrusted like a dog in heat.

“You retarded son of a bitch, makin’ a fool of yourself in public. You don’t think others see your damn tits on display? Hell, you could be bare ass naked and everyone would react the same as they do when you’re dressed all skimpy and slutty.” Darry growled out, finding himself chasing his own orgasm.

Your ass hurt from both the slaps and the fact that he was drilling into you, like a damn power drill into concrete.

“Darry, daddy, want you to cum in my ass! I want you to fire babies into my stomach, please!” You cried out, watching him begin to shiver and shake like a leaf in the wind.

Darry simply nodded, giving a few more hard thrusts before releasing all in your wee asshole before collapsing on top of you. And before you knew it, you both had fallen asleep just like that.

Waking up to the sound of rustling fabric, your head turns arduously to see Darry prepping an outfit for you that involved one of your favourite pairs of chunky heels and a dress he chose out for you, as well as jewelry he thought complimented all the other colours before noticing you’ve risen from sleep.

His expression turned fretful, and you noticed the tinge of ignominiousness in his expression.

“Darry? What time is it? What’re you doing?” You asked so softly, so benevolently.

You noticed how he had his work clothes on, and instantly it snapped in your head. All your questions answered. You hobbled up to see the outfit he prepared, a slight wobble from the unholy activities of yesterday.

A pretty lilac dress with off-white heels, silver pendant and earrings to match.

“I wonder why you went for roofing when you could’ve done anything in design.” You chuckled, kissing his cheek and gently rubbing his tricep as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Sweetie, I really gotta run, I’m gonna be late.” He murmured, looking down at you and pressing a kiss back to your forehead before he rushed out.

For the rest of the day, the pain in your rear was a constant reminder that Darry had ruined you wholeheartedly, out of worry and frustration.

This always made you wince, but smile.

[poppy-metal]

TOXIC BALLET AU JORDAN??? MY GOD!!!! everything i need. their strong hands around your waist for lifts? yup. feel like you’d catch them staring as you’re warming up, or when you’re removing some layers after your warm-up, their eyes lingering a bit too long at your chest. they always scowl at you whenever you make eye contact though.

TOXIC BALLET AU JORDAN??? MY GOD!!!! everything i need. their strong hands around your waist for lifts? yup. feel like you’d catch them staring as you’re warming up, or when you’re removing some layers after your warm-up, their eyes lingering a bit too long at your chest. they always scowl at you whenever you make eye contact though.

TOXIC BALLET AU JORDAN??? MY GOD!!!! everything i need. their strong hands around your waist for lifts? yup. feel like you’d catch them staring as you’re warming up, or when you’re removing some layers after your warm-up, their eyes lingering a bit too long at your chest. they always scowl at you whenever you make eye contact though.

NO BECAUSE YOU GET IT.

they hate you sooooo bad, mostly because they've worked their ass off to be where they are and you're just some shiny new playtoy the academy wants to show off. the smile you show everyone, you think you're better than everyone, than them, just because you're the lead? when they get the role as your love interest and you look at them with your big hopeful eyes they curl their lip at you, and the chill you get from that look of disgust is enough to make you swallow. you're almost afraid to work with them, certain they'll drop you on purpose, there's no way you'll be okay with the way they always glare at you, make sarcastic digs at you, brush off your attempts at small talk, treat you like a nuisance.

by the time they get behind you, hands hovering above your waist, waiting for the music, you're almost shaking with nerves. "dont drop me," you hiss at them, needing to say it before you go crazy with paranoia.

you feel the cinnamon scent of the gum they always chew hit your nose as they huff behind you, cool air against your neck raising goosebumps. "dont tempt me, freshie." is all they say, and that's- not reassuring at all. and that stupid fucking nickname, always reminding you of your place below them.

before you can call it off, ask for a break maybe, the music starts and your body snaps to attention on auto pilot, at the same time jordans hands fall on your waist - and you nearly gasp - their palms are warm. hot. you thought they'd be cold. you have barely enough time to let that sink in before the moves of the dance take over you both, and you're left breathless by the way jordan handles you with such care and sensuality. the role calls for passion - two lovers wrapped up in eachother. frenzied w their hunger and - you can feel that in jordans grip. in the way they hold and lift you and bring your body flush with theirs. even their eyes are different now. darker, molten pools of brown as they press your lower bodies together. you're utterly captivated and shocked to feel warmth pooling between your thighs. it burns your face up because the spandex of your ballet costume does nothing to conceal the patch of wet jordan can probably feel growing on their thigh, pressed between your legs as they hold the final pose.

when the song ends, jordans eyes meet yours, and their lips curl into that degrading smirk you're so used to seeing - they jostle their knee against your cunt, just once. "take care of that, yeah? i dont need you dripping down my leg like a fucking faucet every day just because you're a cockhungry slut."

they let go of you like you're nothing. already stalking away. you're left feeling flushed and humiliated. still throbbing between your thighs. wondering how jordan can switch passion on and off so easily.

jordan isn't any better though, the second they're in the lockroom showers. sliding a hand down to grip their stiff and aching dick. pumping it hard and angry as they think of you on your knees, your sweet little eyes looking up at them like they're a god - they wonder if you're a virgin and hiss, squeezing their tip as they think about breaking you in and they groan as they paint the shower wall white with cum. panting as they brace themselves and think. fuck.

[emeraldbloodcrown]

nsfw//18+

cw: unhinged behavior, somewhat consensual drugging

been thinking about something and i actually think simon wouldn't distract you at a mission brief. as hot as the idea is to have his fingers on you, to have him guide your hand to his bulge, to make you rub him through his pants all while keeping up the pretense of just sitting next to each other while gaz is just two desks to your left, while soap keeps glancing over his shoulder to you whenever the mission would most likely demand both of your skills, while price is going through all the details, his eyes noticing every movement each of you makes, him probably halfway at the realization of what you two were doing; I don't think Simon would do it.

because price isn't just rattling off some new procedure or a refresher on work ethic. he's talking about vital information, information that could save your life, and the lack could pose an actual threat to you, and also the others.

no, i think what simon would do instead, is test you on everything. he'd have you tied up on his bed, arms and legs restrained in a postion where you'd need his help to move but wouldn't be able to hide anything from him. everything your body will do for however long he keeps you there, will be because he deems it so.

and he'd tease you, first with featherlight touches to make all your nerves come alive, to the point where you'd try to press into his touch just that little bit more, welcoming every second he chooses to stay longer on your skin.

and then came the first question, the words barely registering in your lust-hazed mind, until simon cracked his hand down on the soft, pillowy flesh of your thighs, fingers digging painfully into your meat.

"i asked you a question, sergeant" it would come out as a growl, his eyes flashing dangerously while he gave you another moment to come up with the answer but refusing to state his question again.

and you best have the answer for him, you better prove to him that you were listening, that you're not just a slut hungry for your lieutenant's cock. no, right? you can listen well, shown that to him every time you followed an order before it had fully left his lips. you'd never dare to disappoint him, right?

he'd lean down the bruised skin, soothe it with his tongue before he'd bite into it, pressing his fingers finally into your aching clit, giving you a few rubs in the way he knows you like best.

and then came the next question. every right answer earned you another pleasure, gave you a simon that was still every bit as controlling but a little softer, less degrading and more worshipping as he spoke praises into your skin while he claimed more and more of your flesh.

the only thing he didn't grant you was to cum. no, sweetheart, you know the rules: you only get to cum on his cock. and that you'd only get once he was satisfied, once you could give him the correct answer, with every little piece of detail, once you could rattle it off so fast he wouldn't have time to snap his fingers, only then would you get it.

for now, you've always been able to earn his cock, you were babbling incoherently by the time you got it, teary-eyed and so fucking desperate. clinging to him as he thrusted into your sobbing cunt mercilessly, not allowing you to come down from your high until he was sure he'd wrung every single orgasm out of you. his hand tight around your throat as he made you give him the same promise as before every mission:

"i come back to you. i promise, sir."

but should you ever fail him, be not able to remember it all, or should he deem a mission too dangerous for you, he wouldn't let you leave and, simon hopes, you'd simply listen to him, hopefully to sad by disappointing him to fight him on it.

should you fight, tho? well, you trusted him so much, you'd never question it when he gave you some water to drink, you wouldn't think twice about seeing the small residue of a powder in it. wouldn't say anything when you woke up hours later to the knock of a nurse, being told to check up on you by the lieutenant.

no, you'd simply drink it, because you were his good, obedient girl, right? you wouldn't make him go through burying yet another person, would you?

[romana-after-dark]

Blessed Be The Fruit

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

Series masterlist

Summary: A few decades into Gilead’s conception, you head into your first posting as a handmaid after an affair with a guardian landed you in trouble. Determined to keep your head low in order to keep your son safe, you take on the moniker of OfJoel. Commander Miller has very little to do with you and mrs. Miller regards you with disgust, however you find solace in an unlikely friendship with Commander Miller’s daughter from a handmaid 14 years ago, Ellie who just got done with wives school. You and your friend, Ofthomas start teacher her and her friend Reilly under her mothers nose. Slowly, Commander Miller begins spending time with you and you begin to learn more about the man he was before and an affair begins outside the confines of the ceremony. Although initially you go along with it out if survival, you find yourself falling for the version of Joel you saw in these late night rendezvous.

Which Joel is really him, and how will he react when his own daughters secrets are revealed?

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON!

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically. At one point, she has to pose as Ellie's mother and I know this can be loaded in terms of skin tone. I am no genetics expert but I know dark skinned parents can have white passing children, like Lional Richie and Nicole Richie. It's up to you to see if this is going to take you out of the story or not.

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Aunt Lydia said your first posting would be a difficult one, but that she took pride is matching up Handmaids to the right households and said she thinks it will be a solid posting. A peaceful household is the best conditions to conceive a child in, after all. Stress isn’t good for the baby, dear.

She gave you all the details, everything you needed to know. You would known as Ofjoel for the time of your posting; three years unless you conceive, God willing. Commander Miller was known as a fair man and a good father to the child he had, a 14 year old named Elizabeth who had only recently returned from wives school. Gildead had been eagerly awaiting news of her being betrothed, but Commander Miller was very particular. Nothing but the best for his daughter. Elizabeth was the product of a handmaid that had been posted with him 15 years ago at the advent of Gilead; one of the first 3 successful children of the new state. Their family had a bit of celebrity in that sense. Joel had declined handmaids for years ever since, saying he had his child and it was only fair that others got a chance. A good man, dear, always thinking of his countrymen. 

Mrs. Miller, she warned, can be a bit particular. But that shouldn’t be a problem for a well behaved girl like you, dear. You were well behaved, that was true. After you were taken away from your life with your husband, your son was taken and given to an unknown high ranking family. All you wanted to do was be passive and quiet and behave so no harm came to your son.

“Ah, welcome. Blessed be the fruit.” A beautiful woman in blue with dark hair braided back greeted you at the porch. Behind her was a young girl, Elizabeth you assumed, who looked less than thrilled to be there and behind her was a Martha. In front of Mrs. Miller, however, you see him. He was tall, handsome, a strong alkaline nose and medium brown curls slicked back in an attempt to tame them. 

Aunt Lydia spoke for you. You weren’t to speak unless spoken too. “Thank you, may the lord open! Mrs. Miller, Commander Miller. Oh, Elizabeth! Look how you’ve grown!” Lydia greeted the teenager who refused to put on a smile.

“Elizabeth, be polite.” Her mother chided, but it wasn’t until Commander Miller whispered a small ‘Ellie’ that the girl put on a small and curtsied.

Mrs. Miller invited aunt Lydia in for tea, but she declined, saying goodbye to you and telling you to be good before you were ushered inside. As Mrs. Miller introduced the household, you felt Commander Miller’s intense stare on you, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

“Our daughter, Elizabeth, is to be betrothed soon, God willing.”

Elizabeth groaned. “Great.”

“Your attitude is exactly why we can’t find you a match, young lady.” Mrs. Miller snapped, turning to her daughter with a glare. “That and the fact you keep sneaking second helpings-”

At that, Commander Miller walked over to where his wife was berating the girl. “She hasn’t found a match because I haven't found anyone suitable for her. She’s a shining star of Gilead, Gina, and I’m not going to send her off to just anyone.”

You watched as Mrs. Miller glared at him before her eyes fluttered over to you, and suddenly you felt like the outside you were. 

Commander Miller kissed the crown of Elizabeth’s hair, gently nudging her off. “Go to your room, I’ll walk you to Reilly’s after I’m done here, alright?” Women couldn’t walk alone, God forbid. It was for your safety, right?

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but agreed and left the room, the commander looking back to his wife. “You have to stop berating her like that, she’s a good kid.”

Mrs. Miller walked a step closer. “She’s a brat, she’ll never have a successful marriage if she can’t submit to her-”

“Woman, I told you to drop it!” Commander Miller’s voice raised up just a little, enough to tell his wife to leave it alone.

With a huff, Mrs. Miller left the room mumbling that he can deal with the help, and how this is why they were getting a new handmaid and baby in the first place.

As she walked away, Commander Miller scrubbed his face and sighed, eventually looking over towards you and seeming startled by your presence. He sighed again. The way he looked at you… he didn’t look past you like everyone else seemed to do, he didn’t look at you like furniture. “Ellie’s going through a phase right now. Gilead has seemed to forget that teenagers are still teenagers, no matter the birthing crisis.”

You want to ask him whose fault that was. You want to remind him that he was one of the sons of Jacob who created this entire system… but you weren’t looking to die today. 

“She’s a good kid, smart.” He pressed on, like he was looking for a response. Smart was an odd choice of words. Women weren’t meant to be smart, they were meant to be pretty, fertile, godly, kind, demure.

You down cast your eyes. “Of course, sir.”

Commander Miller urged you along showing you all the parts of the house. The bottom floor held the kitchen where you would be helping the Martha, Lisa, the dining room, parlor, all the miscellaneous living areas and way in the back was Commander Miller’s office. Upstairs was a second bathroom, the master suite, Elizabeth’s room (or Ellie, as he called her), and Lisa’s room and then yours towards the end. He excused himself there.

“Make yourself as comfortable as possible.” He urged. It  was strange, the way he acted was not how you had expected. For such a  prominent commander  whose daughter was almost like royalty, you expect a harsher man; someone to match his wife’s strict standards. However, it seemed he was… almost normal, whatever that meant. “I’m going to walk my daughter to her friend’s house, but I’ll be back if you have any questions. Lisa would probably appreciate some help with dinner for once.”

“Yes commander”

You were in elementary school when Gilead was formed. Your parents were christian and church goers so you were allowed to grow up with them in the lower class regions and were married off to another man of lower stock, and it was years before you became pregnant with your son. Problem was that this son looked nothing like his father, and a paternity test revealed your secret, landing you in the position you were at now.

The day dragged on. Between you and Lisa, there wasn’t much to do to keep the household clean for the three other people that lived there, even with Mrs. Miller’s strict standards. Tomorrow you would meet your walking partner, and hopefully have activities to fill more of your day until your first ceremony.

That night, you woke up to use the bathroom, but when you walked out you were met face to face with Commander Miller. He was even taller like this, even dressed down out of his boots. White tee shirt and dark pants were under his long road and his previously slicked back hair was unfurled into soft, messy curls. His face was still sweaty; he smelled like sex. You hadn’t really thought if Commander’s still fucked their wives… but you suppossed there was no reason not to. Gina was beautiful, after all, and so was Commander Miller.

He towered over you, breaths almost shared in the close confines of the hallway. “Sorry.” He murmured in a whisper and moved, heading downstairs to his office or a midnight snack. A little shaken at being so close to a man, a man of such rank and power… that very power emanated off him in wafts of manly musk. You ran into Elizabeth as you exited the bathroom and she looked as startled to see you as you did Commander Miller.

“Excuse me.” She said as she slipped past and you re-entered your room, only to peek out as she was tiptoeing down the stairs and turning towards Commander Miller’s office. It was strange to see, but you supposed fathers were fathers, no matter the horrors they created for other women. Did he realize he was setting his own daughter up for this life? Especially a girl as headstrong as she seemed to be?

The sun was bright, the early fall only requiring  your long sleeve dress as you stood outside but behind the gate of your new home, Mrs. Miller standing beside you to make the introduction. Your walking partner was your next door neighbors handmaid.

“Ofthomas is my brother-in-law’s handmaiden. I assume you’ll meet their family this week, we usually keep weekly dinner’s at each other’s homes every Friday, we host this week. Tommy- Commander Miller, I mean, is certainly… interesting. Very kind, but don’t like me catch him being kind to you alone.” Mrs. Miller shot you a warning eye and you understood. Despite having wives and handmaids to fuck, men were never satisfied. 

“Ofthomas, there you are. You’re late.”

Ofthomas curtsied. “Apologies, Ma’am”

“Hm. This is Ofjoel, our new handmaiden.”

You bow your head and Ofthomas bows back, and Mrs. Miller opened the gate, allowing you to begin your walk to the store. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You could never tell who an eye was, and certainly couldn’t tell who a true believer was. Did Ofthomas believe everything she had been taught? It was never safe to say anything, never safe to question or complain to a single person lest they turn you-

“So what’s your real name?” Ofthomas asked.

You jolt, turning to her in shock. “Excuse me?!” Wide-eyes, you wonder if this is a trap, she had to be trapping you, right?

Ofthomas smiled at you, it was friendly but teasing as if she knew you’d react like this. Her dark hair peaked out of her wimple, as uncontrollable as she was, it seemed. “My name’s Angela.”

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[deadpool15]

A game of teasing

What's there to be sad about in life when you managed to bag a gorgeous, adorable, tall golden retriever as a girlfriend. Exactly I win bitches, Zamora wins again hoes. Laying in bed while thinking about my baby, Haechi. She is most likely stuck in practice right now. Wolf'lo has been training hard ever since then got invited to SWF2. It was kinda new to all of them, with them obviously being amazing in dance battles, though choreography was a whole other story that I won't get into right now.

So, after waking up this morning to those most amazing orgasm, might I add. I sat here contemplating, should I be a good girl or just add a little spice to her say. "I mean, she is probably so bored and missing me so much right now. Therefore she won't be anything but happy. Then again, she might come out home all mad and shit, but either way, I get what I want. So it doesn't matter. " Welp, there goes that good girl bullshit for the day.

So, I jump up running to my closet with a wicked smile on my face. She is gonna love this so much. I grab one of Haechi's shirts and take off everything else. Then, I ran back out of my room, getting everything in place. To those of you who are able to take good ass pictures with no effort, I hope you get sent to the deepest pit in hell. Literally fucking witchcraft. I grab my ringlight last to take a couple with it, then a couple without. Nudes are all about the detail, baby. Then, I sit directly in front of the mirror with my legs open, giving her a nice view if you know what I mean.

" I'm such a thoughtful girlfriend. I would kill to marry myself." I sit there adorning the photos and pick out which ones to share. "Got to make sure she gets a good show, not too much, though she can come home for the full thing." I send all the messages while saying, "I miss you so much baby", yea that's gonna get her. I lay back down, waiting for my evil plan to take effect and laugh.

While I was sitting in the studio, I got a message from my girlfriend. "Look at her all love struck," I hear Halo telling the entire dammm world. And try to cover up my blushing face while opening up my phone. It's barely been a few hours, and she already misses me, "Wow, she just can't get enough of me, huh? Maybe one day you guys will be able to experience these feelings, you know." I say all cocky while looking at my crew.

I go back to looking through my phone scrolling on Instagram. Oo right my baby sent me a message, I'm so forgetful it's literally sad. I open up my messages and see her text. Aww, she misses me. I knew it. Then I scroll up, and my fucking jaw drops. Omg. I log back out and log back in to make sure I'm not seeing anything. Then I see it again. "Why is she fucking doing this to me?" I sit there with my jaw clenched staring at the photo. How the fuck is she so wet? I almost forget I'm in a room full of people until I hear Halo tell everyone breaks over.

Haechi- You think that shit is fucking funny, huh? I'm gonna be back home in a couple of hours and your ass is mine.

I heard a notification pop up on my phone and stop reading the book that I had picked up while I was waiting on Haechi to reply. I quickly read the text messages and smirked just the reaction I wanted. Actually, what if she breaks me. "I didn't really think this through, did I?" Well, it's too late now. Now or never. I open up the camera and pose while lifting up my or her shirt technically to reveal my pierced nipples. Then reply back.

Zamora- I was just trying to give you some motivation, baby. Show you how much I love you. Can't wait for you to get home, that is if you can keep up.

I look at the message before I send it and just stare at the screen. Before I know it, my finger has already hit send. "Maybe I took it too far. She is totally gonna break my vagina." It's fine. I don't mind not walking. Ok, I take it back. I'm scared now.

Haechi- I'm on my way, had to leave work early since my girlfriend is such a fucking slut. It's never enough for you, is it. Eat you out this morning, and you still pull some shit like this. Call out from work tomorrow. You're gonna be busy. I'll make sure of it.

[muffinsin]

Hi! I’m so glad you’re open to water-sports.

Can we get HC of how the Dimitrescu sisters would feel about wetting themselves in front of their partner?

(Sorry for pelting you with so many asks).

-Touch-starved Anon

Hi! Oh I’ve got so many requests but I just HAD to pull this one to the front XD

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists (New: Masterlist 4!)

Bela

Absolutely into this

Probably the most out of the 3 sisters

It’s somewhat a dirty secret of hers, but Bela is 100% into nearly all forms of water sport

This takes the top

Mind you, she will only do this if she trusts you completely

It’ll get her the most submissive she can be, and she must trust you for that

She has no idea how to approach you about it at first

She won’t randomly do it during sex, no way!

Yet, she’s entirely too shy to even bring this kind of hers up. Anything watersports related is a dirty secret of hers

Likely it is up to you to find out about it, as she won’t tell you upfront

However,

It’s one of the best ways of arousing her through humiliation

Bela works hard to keep a prim and proper facade, all day, all night

She’s hard working, tidy, smart, feels often even as though she is above people

This?

Completely ruins it within seconds and reduces all of that, and she secretly loves it more than anything else

She loves being praised for it, especially

She’ll be blushing very very hard and frankly?

It mostly happens anyway when she accidentally squirts,

though she finds it arousing as well to be kneeling and told to wet herself in front of you should she want any reward at all

She’d love this to go hand in hand with bladder control

Being forbidden to use the bathroom all day while you keep refilling her glass

Until you take pity on her and tell her, she must only do this and she will be allowed release in so many ways

She’ll do so, obediently

You don’t need to make her wet herself, nor must you fight her on this

She’s very compliant and even moans and whines when she does it

Poor Bela is a completely flustered mess

Cassandra

She didn’t think she was into it, really

And as a top? No way

She won’t wet herself for you! The humiliation!

Rather she’d face a snowstorm!

When on the more submitting side…Cassandra has different views

She’s a brat, through and through, and she enjoys being made to submit by far more than submitting by her own will

Now, one of the best ways to crack her and make this sadistic brat submit is through Humiliation

And this? This takes the top

She won’t wet herself by her own accord, and even fights against it

You’ll need to make her

It’s a game to her, really

A challenge

Whether you can make her wet herself or not, even with the increasing pressure on her bladder

Should you be unable to, by lacking the patience or skill for example, she automatically switches to being on top

She needs someone extremely competent if she is to sub

And this poses a small test, if you will

But if you do make her wet herself, and she feels her thighs covered in herself because she couldn’t hold it in anymore?

Oh she loves it

She absolutely thrives off it

She’s gasping and squirming, face entirely red and flustered

She’s nothing but a blushing mess and won’t even want to open her eyes in the face of her humiliation

It’s likely one of the only times she could cum from you doing as much as pushing something inside of her, whether yourself and fingers or a toy doesn’t even matter

It gets her right on the edge

She’s not ever as sensitive and desperate as she is in that moment

She loves being degraded for it, too

Unlike her sister, she doesn’t want to hear she’s done well

This is a golden opportunity to dominate the hell out of her

To entirely dominate the brat part out of her- for a time being at least ;)

She wants to hear what a dirty slut she is for messing herself

She wants to be degraded for the mess she’s made

Daniela

Our Daniela is somewhat innocent as it comes to this

She didn’t think it was a kink, really

No one she’s been with ever brought it up

You want her to…wet herself?

At first, she thinks this is a prank

Something your sisters told you to say, being the “baby sister” and all

Then, you mention that no, it isn’t a prank, and isn’t meant to show she’s the youngest sister

It’s more, about release

She doesn’t quite get the appeal of it, but agrees

Daniela is an experimentalist. She’ll try nearly everything once, and this is no different

Though, she has no idea how to go about it

Her body isn’t exactly willing to urinate when she knows she isn’t in the bathroom

This is where a little bit of bladder control is needed

She does feel flustered being tasked to drink more and more without using the bathroom

And feels very, very flustered upon having you touch her when she feels her full bladder urging her to use the bathroom

At the smallest of pleasures, such as her nipple being toyed with, she wets herself a little bit already

She’s inexperienced and reluctant as it comes to this, and still tries to hold back

Daniela will be squirming and writhing below you when she is pleasured though, especially when straps are involved

She won’t be able to hold back for long, and it causes the biggest, and messiest orgasm she’s ever had

Panting and shaking, coughing and shivering she eyes you unsure after soaking nearly the entire middle of the bed as well as herself and your thighs

She definitely wants to try again

But, she wants you to try too!

She wonders how much of a mess can be made, and often opts for neglecting to use the bathroom for relief just to surprise you later on

She’s a bit of both, a squirter and creamer, though squirts nearly 100% every time she has a full bladder

[tf-boi]

So I’m sure that you don’t want me owning you but… I can hook you up with a guy that needs a new phone if you’d like~

-poetickinkerer

Hehe that sounds interesting but I can imagine being used to download lots of lewd apps that maybe corrupt my programming so that I go from a quit shy guy to a dumb slut.

Then when your friend gets me really messed up, lots of corruption viruses and suspicious stains all over my phone body, my BF barges in and snatches me back yelling how I was taken and stomps off. I meant I was available for the weekend while my BF was away on a business trip but left out the weekend part (whoops). Being in a semi-open relationship is nice but I tend to forget mention things sometimes haha.

After he takes me back home and tries to clean me up as best as he could, he figured that I deserved to be punished for accidentally leading someone on and he keeps me that way for as long as possible. I'm now his second phone that he uses only for lewd stuff. He makes my avatar wear slutty clothes, set up an app so that I would say what he wants and he uses me to flirt with other guys against my will. Making my avatar pose in lewd poses that he screenshots and sends to people.

Then before he changes me back to a human he downloads my brain into a flashdrive so that when I'm back to my human form I am dumb af and blindly obeys his orders. The part of my mind and personality thats inside the flashdrive is still being punished still because he puts the flashdrive in a jar where he and his brother and our friends pump their load into so that my mind is stuck in a jar of love juices until he thinks I've learned my lesson.

But that would be silly right? XD

PS: Anon better be careful because my BF is pretty vengeful so he might do that do you and your friend too ~