#tight butts drive me nuts

[capturedbeauty]

[tired-teacher-blog]

Morning bliss

Characters : Bakugo/ Izuku/ Shouto/ Kirishima/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Creampie/ Imagines

Notes : This is by no means a valentine's day special, I wasn't even aware today is the 14th until someone pointed it out at work, yeah, that's how single I am 🥲

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Bakugo

_ "Hey gorgeous." his raspy voice vibrates against the softness of your neck while his long fingers dance atop your bare skin.

_ "Hi, why are you up already?" you squint with a tilt of your head as you try to focus on the handsome face hovering over your confused one.

_ "Well I am, and so should you." his warm hands move lower and lower to caress your sides and clasp your thighs as he swiftly settles between them.

_ "What? Wait, what are you doing?" you're fully awake now, goosebumps shake you to the bone as he moves your panties to the side and presses the smooth head to your clit.

_ "Can I?" he asks in a low tone and you nod eagerly while clinging to his broad shoulders and bracing yourself for the massive size you're yet to get used to, despite the years you've been together.

Your breath gets caught in your throat and your nails dig deep in his skin to add more scratches to the ones of the night before as he slowly pushes himself within your warmth.

_ "Fuck, you're so tight babe." he whines against your neck and pulls back just as slow before thrusting in again.

_ "Katsuki wait! Take it easy." your delicate walls cling to him as he rubs against them deliciously, the drag of his throbbing cock drives you insane and you suddenly start whimpering for him to keep going.

_ "You feel extra warm this morning, is it because of what we did last night?" his thrusts quicken while he slurs the words teasingly, and the knot in your stomach tightens as you bite down on his shoulder to hold back a scream of his name.

He isn't wrong actually, you are exceedingly sensitive right now, and a familiar tingling sensation is rapidly building up in your guts.

_ "Stop talking.. like that," you arch off the bed and squeeze your eyes shut as his plunges become erratic until you finally lose control, "that's it! Katsuki!"

You shudder uncontrollably and wail his name over and over again as he starts chasing his own orgasm.

_ "You're driving me nuts," he rasps out through gritted teeth as your pulsating core massages him deliciously, "fuck, I'm cumming too!" and so he does, spilling his seeds in your deepest depth while his husky growls mix with your broken whines.

_ "Good morning beautiful." he breathes out the words and falls on top of your spent body before slowly pulling out of you.

_ "Good morning indeed." and you answer with a tired smile, cradling his flushed cheeks and bringing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

Izuku

Your eyes flutter open to the feeling of something pressed against your butt, something that is too familiar to mistake.

You smile knowingly and push your hips against the hardness just enough to feel those strong arms squeeze you tighter between them.

His breath hitches though he isn't up yet, and it makes teasing him all the more exciting.

You move a hand behind yourself to cup his erection and knead it through his boxers, giggling triumphingly when he starts pushing against you.

You crane your neck to meet his sleepy face and fill your eyes with that adorable expression of his; furrowed eyebrows, tensed up jaws and pouty lips as a result of your relentless teasing.

_ "ugh, baby girl, what.." and a sudden groan spills out of his lips to fan over your nape as he finally opens his eyes and strives to take in his surroundings.

_ "Hi darling," you coo enthusiastically before slipping your hand into his underwear to pull out his already raging cock, "let's have some fun, shall we?"

_ "Huh? Oh! ye.. yeah." he blinks a few times until it dawns on him what you desire, and for a moment there he remains frozen as you work your panties off and guide him to your awaiting pussy, but..

_ "Izuku, Hold on!" you are taken off guard and it's time for you to be astounded as he swiftly takes control and lifts your leg up a little before thrusting into you.

_ "I don't think I can take it easy sweetheart, I'm sorry." he grunts against your nape and bites down on the sensitive skin there while setting a merciless pace from the get go.

Your mouth hangs open and your nails dig into the arms holding you in place, he's going deep with every thrust, and you know -without a doubt- that you'll fall apart in mere minutes.

One of his hands move down to fumble with your glistening clit, rolling his fingers on the soft nub while his hips slam against you from behind.

_ "Izuku.. Izuku please.. I'm, I'm going to.." you finally find your voice, weak and broken as it is, but your mind suddenly goes blank as shockwaves of pleasure ripple through your veins to leave you shuddering in the after bliss.

_ "You feel amazing, I can't hold it in any longer." he mumbles against your shoulder while pushing within you one more time until ropes of his pearls shoot into your throbbing heat.

His hips finally still and you both remain quiet for a while, striving to catch your breaths as your minds start to clear up.

_ "Are you alright love? Was I too rough?" he sounds a little anxious as he slowly pulls out of you and watches while you turn around to face him.

_ "No you weren't sweetie, it was thrilling." you're exhausted and a bit sore, but more than anything, you are blissed out and satisfied.

You smile widely as the worried look on his face immediately switches to a happy one, he's adorable, and he's all yours.

Shouto

Heavy, so heavy in fact that he's almost knocking the air out of your lungs. It's his favorite way of sleeping, like this on top of you, with his arms securely around your form and his face buried deep in the crook of your neck.

_ "Shouto." you call out gently with a smile plastered on your face, but the only response you get is a muffled whine as he nuzzles you deeper, so you try again.

_ "Hmm, what?" he finally responds, although without moving a muscle.

Is he aware of the hard bulge nudging your thigh? Most likely not, why else would he be so relaxed?

It's frustrating really, you want to feel more but are stuck underneath his weight and it's becoming a real torture.

Your fingers travel down his sides until they reach the hem of his boxers and slide into the black colored garment to cup his plumy butt.

It's so soft and smooth that you cannot help the giggle escaping your mouth just thinking about the position you're in right now.

There is no reaction from him though, so you take it up a notch and pinch him lightly.

_ "Ow! What? Huh.." his eyes are wide open now, and the look he's giving you is no deeper than a purely confused one, but suddenly, a blush appears upon his cheeks as he finally felt your palms on his buttocks, "what are you doing?"

_ "What are you doing? This right here keeps poking my leg." you roll your hips deliberately and wait for him to respond.

He doesn't for a moment, eyes roaming your face and blush growing deeper, but then he sits up abruptly while still staring at you.

He's blinking the sleep away, a little pout on his lips and hair pointing to every direction while his ass is in full display, it's almost comical to be frank, if not for the tantalizing beauty overpowering his goofy demeanor.

_ "Do you want to?" and he doesn't give you time to respond as he gently pushes your legs apart and settles between them.

_ "Of course I do." and your confident attitude suddenly disappears as you answer quietly while averting your gaze, but his mismatched irises stay on you when he peels off his boxers and strokes the flimsy fabric of your panties before pushing them to the side and slowly pressing the raging hardness into you.

A loud whimper leaves you both, and your fingers fly to grip onto the soft bedsheets underneath yourself, while his keep a firm hold of your quivering thighs as he rolled his hips against you.

He's moving slowly, and deeply, so deep in fact that a familiar heat is already settling in your guts. He leans in to capture your lips, taking your breath away and flipping your insides with just a kiss, as always.

He picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster as his kisses travel to trace every inch of your face and neck, "I'm so close honey.." his whine brushes your reddened ear and sends a shiver up your spine.

_ "Me too, Shouto, I can't!" you thread your fingers through his soft hair and pull on it weakly as the knot in your belly finally snaps.

You arch off the bed and scream his name while his pulsing cock kisses your cervix and coats your walls with its warm load.

His twitching balls slam against your butt and your name leaves his lips in a growl before he finally slows down to a halt and collapses on top of you.

_ "I'm sleepy again." he chuckles languidly and nuzzles your neck whilst his eyes are closing again.

_ "Then let's go back to sleep." you kiss the top of his head and encase him in your arms before giving in to slumber yourself.

Kirishima

A loving gaze and a wide smile are adorning your face as you take in your boyfriend's peaceful expression.

His breathing is steady and body is relaxed, all but a growing stiffness under your palm as you slowly massage his cock from under the sheets.

_ "Umm.. ugh, sweetheart." he mumbles softly but his eyes are still shut, and it makes you wonder if he's having a salacious dream about you, because it wouldn't be the first time he does.

You lean down to capture his lips while your hand moves faster on him, and you smirk mischievously as he groans into the kiss and bucks his hips faintly to meet your touch.

Even in his unconscious state, he is still lively and you find it adorable.

_ "Eijiro, honey, how long are you planning on ignoring me?" you whisper between gentle pecks to his cheeks, eyes, and scrunched up nose until he's finally looking at you through a hazy gaze, and you give him no time to react as you straddle him at once and press down on his throbbing bulge.

_ "I'm.. I'm up!" his body tenses, and hands grasp onto your thighs as a beaming expression finds its way to his face.

_ "Good." you giggle excitedly and prop yourself enough to pull his boxers down along with your panties and pump his cock with one hand while flattening the other on his chest before slowly sinking into him with a seductive moan leaving your lips.

_ "Ah! Babe, you feel so good." his large hands grip onto your waist as you start bouncing on top of him, this position is driving you both insane as he's reaching deeper than ever before.

His eyes roam your luscious figure and he groans watching the way you fucked yourself on his cock, he reaches out to cup your bouncy breasts and fondle the perky nipples, you want more, and for this feeling to never end, but you're already getting exhausted and your thighs are starting to burn.

_ "Eijiro, my legs.."

_ "I got it beautiful." and he instantly sits up to cradle your butt cheeks and takes control, moving you up and down on him while his lips latch on to your bust and suck on the hardened teats.

Your nails scratch on his arms and neck as you're nearly overwhelmed with the otherworldly pleasure this man is drowning you in, "Eijiro, keep going sweetie, keep going please!"

He does as instructed, hips snapping to meet yours while he pounded you into oblivion.

His mouth leaves your breasts to place kisses on your shoulders and collarbone, sinking his sharp teeth into your flesh when a splintering orgasm shakes you both to the core.

His hips stutter as a ring of your essence and his circles the base of his cock.

Your head rests on his shoulder and your body falls limp as a dumb smile lifts the corners of your mouth, "that was.. it was.. it felt so good."

He giggles happily and wraps his arms securely around your frame, "it really did, shall we take a shower now?"

_ "In a minute, just keep holding me for a bit longer." you do realize how spoiled you just sounded, but really, all you need right now is to be in his embrace.

_ "You got it love." and Eijiro would do anything you ask of him, that's how much he loves you.

Divider by @/saradika

[gojoandtojisleftnut]

#size kink with gojo

he basks in the idea of you being so much smaller than him. much more dependent. the way he towers over you. his little girl always clinging to him, burying your face into his hard chest inhaling his masculine scent that drives you both crazy and calms you down at the same time. your small hands clawing at his white shirt.

his own rough ones hold you tight against him. one around your head keeping you close and one around your whole waist keeping you cuddled up onto his lap. tiny kisses being planted on your crown.

It drives him nuts seeing you in his shirts. The way they swallow you whole. bare smooth feet, with his tee falling right below your ass and his favorite pair of panties. his huge hand always finding it’s place on your almost bare butt cheek giving it a small squeeze followed by a slap.

what truly throws him of the edge is how small your little pussy is compared to his big cock. laying it on your stomach before he fucks you just so you can see how far it will really reach into your tummy.

“look where im gonna be baby. see? you’re gonna feel me deep inside. but you can handle it. you’re a big girl aren’t ‘cha? your little cunt can handle me” he smirks down at you looking straight into your big eyes that look back at him with so much love and anticipation.

[deluluduck227]

A FIGHT WITH HAKIM

the explanation of the lined words is all the way down

Have fun 💜💜

• Hakim is a short tempered man

• he has anger issues

• somehow he always manages to control his anger around you

• you were on your period so mood swings are a must

• he knows how you always become psychotic during your period that's why he just brushes the problems away

• you asked him to buy you your favorite croissant from a boulangerie near

• you were sitting in the living room, already feeling down and under the weather

• once you heard the door flick, and Hakim is making his way to the living room

• one hand is grabbing the packaging and the other is holding the phone! His eyebrows were knitted

• you asked him what's wrong but he quickly brushes it away

• he gave you the packaging as your smile grew, he kissed your forehead and he went to wash his hands

• once you opened the cartoon your smile dropped

• he didn't bring the one you wanted

• it only made things worse for you as you felt tears pooling in your eye and your nose reddened along with your ear

• once he entered the room again he was startled by your state

• " what's wrong my love ?" He asked

• but you didn't answer

• he asked again approaching you and he lifted your face by your chin

• " you didn't bring me the one I wanted! I thought I made it clear when I told you to bring me my favorite!"

• " Oh god! Will you calm down? I just forgot which one you liked! Stop being dramatic already"

• his words only made things worse and you lifted your hand to remove his fingers that are caressing you chin

• you knew that it's silly to fight over a croissant but you were craving it and his attitude wasn't the best

• " you forgot? Maybe this flavor is someone's favorite! And maybe you would be considerate a little bit in your statement! Gosh you're making me feel like a burden! I wanna go see my mother" You raised your voice as tears stated to fall from your eyes, you felt a pain in your neck as if a tight chock is around you

• he raised his hands to rub his beard! A habit to smooth his anger away but it didn't work out

• " are you saying that m cheating on you? Do you hear what you are saying! Making you feel like a burden! You are being such a childish bitch! Tl3ti Liya f krri*!"

• your eyes widened as your heard his last words and tears fell harder from your eyes

• you made a long eye contact with him but his eyes were narrow and rage was like a halo around him

• you shivered from the sight as he noticed it

• " i want to see my mother! I insist"

• " you will not step a foot outside this house! I am warning you. Don't even dare to try! Wallah I am going to break your feet " he spat burning you with his rageous gaze

• not like he meant the threat but he was raging

• it was the drop that overflowed the cup, your sobs were audible and what hurts more was that he didn't show any emotions in his eyes so you just got up and left to your shared bedroom

• he just stood there for a second and then he sat, his head between his hands

• he knew immediately that he was harsh and he started to regret his actions but his ego got the best of him so he just started to scroll in his phone again

after an hour of the silence, he heard your footsteps along with some noises

• he switched his gaze to you

•" Lord have mercy! This women is driving me nuts"

•you were wearing your white dra3iya*even tho it's freezing, tugging it in your panties to move comfortably, your hair is in a messy bun showing your pale collarbone, your eyes are puffy from crying and your nose is extra red

•he loooves when you wear dra3iyas, i mean who doesn't

•you were all ready to deep clean the living room

•it's a habit, whenever something's bothering you, deep cleaning is your therapy

•you strated by removing the tlamts and the willow covers

•all of this is passing under his gaze

•he was focused on your butt

•he's a man after all

•when you reached where he was laying you mumbled in a hoarse voice " switch the place"

•he just ignored you and continued whatever he was doing in his phone

•you moved your hands to tug at his shoulder and whooop

•he took the opportunity and now you are all over him

•he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly

•you were so close that your noses touched

•" what are you trying to do, love?" He said

•his eyes were all over you, trying to get off of him

•when you didn't answer he hummed to get your attention and he succeeded

•" what do you mean? I am tidying up my house ! And it has nothing to do with you "

•he lifted his brows, he loves it when you get sassy and all

•" are you mad at me?" He said putting on the most innocent face he has but he was met with your scoffs

•you lifted your hands so now you are cupping his face, your thumbs soothing on his cheeks in an adorable way

•" no, I am mad at me actually cuz I gave you the hope that you are going to make me forgive you"

•as soon as you said that, his innocent face fell off

•"cmon babe, you know that anger gets the best of me when you said that" he was whining like the child he is everytime he is with you

•" you know m never gonna leave you or replace you ever in my life" he resumed when he noticed a slight change in your face expressions

•" okay okay, i forgive you! But first you need to help me cleaning!"

•he huffed

•" you know I can't lift heavy thing"

•" you don't need to tidy here up. Can't you see it's clean ?? Plus i'm tired i'll probably take a nap"

•" Hakimmmm" you warned him, the man always tries to escape helping you

•" alright alright"

•he proceeded helping you by lifting the heavy wood and bringing more water to clean

• he would just stare at you cleaning passionately

• an idea came up to you when you saw him zoned out

• you lifted up a bucket full of water And his gaze switched up to you due to your movements and he immediately knew what is going on inside your head

• " i swear to go-" and tadahh he was all dump with water you rained him with

• you brusted out laughing and his expression only made the situation funnier

• and before you could aknowledge he threw you over his shoulder and headed outside towards the pool

• you immediately regretted your actions and you started begging him

• " hakim please don't throw me it was just a joke please could get sick do you want me to be ill ?" You said with doe eyes even tho he can't see you

• " what about me?? Wouldn't i be sick?"

• " Hakim please you don't want the pool to turn red now do you? You know i'm on my period"

• " it doesn't matter you're on your last days it's not heavy as the first two days"👁️👄👁️

• " please please i'm begging you i'll do everything you want please i was out of my mind"

• he was trying so hard to hold his laugh cause hell you were on the verge of crying

• " everything i want ??"

• " yes yes please put me down"

• as soon as he did you ran as fast as you can inside the house and immediately to your room

• he just stood for a while laughing at you

• " what can i do she's the one my heart choose ?"

~~the end~~

Tl3ti liya f krri : it's the literal translation of ' you climbed up my ass' and it leans that the someones is sick of you.

Dra3iya: is a moroccan dress pajama and that girls frequently wear during summer, it's comfortable and all here a pic ⬇️

[wranglerbuttboys]

If at this point the phrase “Wrangler butts drive me nuts!” requires additional explanation, then allow me to educate. It’s the unique way in which the tight fit of those jeans manages to contour and accentuate the shape of a man’s ass, no matter the size. In this case, somewhat wide and flat, but the boyish good looks of this farm boy more than makes up for it!

[lesbiancosimaniehaus]

It’s so weird to still be dealing w the same body image issues that have been driving me nuts since age 13 or whatever. I dislike the way my ribs project outwards. I hate, sometimes, that I look “wide”. I hate that objectively, I’m a petite and small person, but I feel like I’m that slug from Star Wars. I got this gorgeous dress that’s like… tight fitting (it’s a midi length thing w a turtleneck and long sleeves, which is more stylish than it sounds), and even though my measurements fit against the garment measurements on the website, and it actually looked good when I tried it on, I’m still skeptical about wearing it bc it’s a size extra small. And I’ve been working out and putting on muscle, and I feel good bc I can hold a plank, and my arms are getting stronger and my butt and my legs look kinda toned, but I still feel like some gollum creature.

[dumbasspimpster]

“Darling” she whined from the living room, “Cooome heeere.” I knew from the tone of her voice that she had had another “accident”.

I went over to living room to find her looking up at me from a seated position on her yoga mat, her legs splayed out in front of her, looking ready to cry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I did it again” she moaned. I knew immediately what had happened. I went behind her and lifted up her enormous shelf butt to reveal a split along the seat. It was low enough that I could have slipped a finger right up into her vagina. Or her anus, if you prefer.

“I’ll buy you another pair” I said, trying to sound stern and concealing the fact that I was actually pleased by this development, as it meant my wife had ate her way out of another pants size. I could feel an erection coming on.

“Okay” she said, looking dejected. In only a few moments she began sobbing and the tears began to flow.

“Hey, hey, hey” I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind, “It’s not your fault.” Reaching around her broad back and side rolls, I got my hands just far enough to fondle the tops of her enormous breasts. They quivered like Jello moulds as she sobbed.

“Yes it is” she wailed. “I shouldn’t be doing yoga.” She twisted around to look at me with big beautiful eyes full of tears. “I’m getting… fat!” she cried, spitting out the last word like it was a dirty admission of sin.

“Shhhhhh” I said, stroking her wobbling double chin, “That’s not true. You’re beautiful.”

That was only half a lie. She was beautiful. But it was becoming harder and harder to conceal the truth. For one, I was hardly able to carry enough freeweights in order to miscalibrate the bathroom scale before she used it. For another, it was becoming increasingly difficult with every size to find clothes that fit her. Last month I had forgot to take off the tag on a pair of size 28 yoga pants and had only discovered it when I was teaching my hand down the back of them during foreplay. She could easily have seen it there when she put them on, if she was more observant in general.

“Did you weigh yourself?” I asked.

“Yes, 168 pounds!” she replied. Okay, so add my own weight, plus 180 pounds of freeweights, I thought. Shit, she’s almost maxed out the scale. “But I don’t think that can be right.”

“But you’re eating a keto diet” I said. Another half-truth. I did all the grocery shopping and cooking and made sure she shoveled her face full of lots of avocado, olive oil, nuts, fish, veggies with dip, and of course - red meat. But she also ate lots of bread and had many compulsive cravings for candy, which, like a child, she was unable to control. And sometimes when she was sad, she would enter a sort of binge-eating trance state, and we would put on a long girly movie and I would feed her cartons of ice cream and plates full of cookies and entire extra-large pizzas until she couldn’t move from the couch and I would fuck her and fall asleep on top of her and in the morning she wouldn’t remember a thing.

Sex with her was the best thing because she was getting fat everywhere and had soft supple skin and I could grab her anywhere and there were literally several different crevices I had fucked her in and she bounced and jiggled like a waterbed while I made love to her. She enjoyed every minute and liked to giggle joyfully as I fucked her, revelling in the attention I paid to every nook and cranny of her growing body. And the bigger she got, the crazier her sex drive got.

Now I had her in my arms with her ass spilling out of tight yoga pants and I wiped tears from her big full cheeks and she grabbed me and began kissing me passionately.

“You’re right, I’m not stupid” she said in between kisses. “If I’m fat, how are you so attracted to me?”

I smiled at her. “I love you” I said.

“I love you too”. With that, she launched herself at me, and 540 pounds of woman came tumbling over me.

[capturedbeauty]

Tight butts drive me nuts

[niilue]

Any spicy blue lock head cannons? I loved your bleach ones 😫

Your writing is phenomenal <3

thankss anon <33 i have some spicy blue lock headcanons for;

⠀ sae itoshi - yukimiya kenyu - oliver aiku ⠀

⊹HEADCANONS⊹

cw;  dom reader, gender neutral, breath control play, degradation, oral fixion, mommy/daddy kink, spanking, overstimulation, rimjob, sex with clothes?, crossdressing, gender neutral.. this is kinda LONG

༉‧₊˚ sub sae

well sae, our dear sae despite his personality he is very dirty when it comes to having sex. 

he loves to be choked, to play with his breathing, to fuck him hard while holding him by the neck. also to sit on your face and choke him, why not? he loves it.

the sensation of slowly running out of air, it excites him. too much. i think he doesn't even mind if you fuck him even if he's about to pass out.

sae wants, wants to be degraded. no matter how much he protests and denies that he doesn't like it. he loves it.

to feel like a little slut, to be told how dirty and disgusting he is. to be told that he acts like a needy whore when he's horny.

when they are fucking, slapping his face, biting him, spitting in his face and mouth, making him feel like a toy and nothing more. it makes him wet.

he also has an oral fixation. it drives him crazy. put your fingers in his mouth and tell him to suck on them. he could be doing it for hours. watching his pants rise up from his hardness and he starts to get wet.

he loves to suck you. suck your cock. suck your pussy. whatever. lick him for hours. watch how you enjoy his dirty little mouth. how he could make you come.

he wants to feel whatever is yours in his mouth. he always craves it. when you give him his wish, he won't stop moaning and becoming a desperate boy.

༉‧₊˚ sub yukimiya

this beautiful boy. believe it or not he has a thing for mommy/daddy kink. he's not sorry at all. he loves it. he loves teasing you by saying those words and then looking at you innocently with those cute glasses that make him look more like a slutty hottie.

in the most unexpected places he comes out saying "mommy/ daddy, do you like the way i look?" makes him look so normal, when all you want to do is pound him on the nearest wall. 

trust me, when you're fucking him at home, he's not going to call you by name. he'll just say "mommy/ daddy, go faster." "mommy/daddy, i love the way you fuck me." it drives you nuts.

he loves to be slapped as much as you want. he is always teasing you because he loves to feel the pain of your palms on his butt.

his ass is all red and marked by you. it makes him horny. he even provokes you by wearing very tight pants and walks dangerously close to you.

he gets down to "pick something up" by raising his butt in a pose that is totally impossible not to grab it and give him a few spankings.

and when you fuck, he will ask you to do it many times. he doesn't mind the pain, he loves to feel his skin burning because you can't control yourself.

love cross-dressing. especially if it's to entertain you.

he prepares himself beautifully, looking like a pretty girl. and when he does it, he wants you to tell him what a good girl she is. also when you are fucking her ass, he wants you to say how good her pussy feels.

when he does this he moans so loudly, he whines so much. he loves it when you treat him like a girl, he acts like a whore.

fuck him with his girl clothes on. he loves it, it makes him feel more erotic. see how his suit is being lifted up to be ripped apart, how his panties show. see how his makeup runs from sweat and tears. he loves it.

༉‧₊˚ sub oliver

this bastard. he needs his ass eaten. easy and simple.

you get him in his most submissive state when you turn him upside down, anywhere, drag his pants down and eat his asshole. he'll moan like a poor needy guy. he'll ask you to make it deeper. penetrate his hole with your tongue.

very dirty, he loves to sit on your face too and have you take care of his horniness. it just makes him roll his eyes and drool that you eat him so well. he enjoys it so much, it's unbelievable.

he feels bad? eat his ass. he feels happy? eat his ass. he's scared? eat his ass. anytime, he won't say no to you.

jerk him off, make him come and keep touching him. take him to the limit, over and over again. he doesn't care.

listen to his muffled moans, his unfounded pleas that it's too much, that his cock can't take it. lie. he wants you to suck him dry. make fun of him for being such a hot, insatiable brat.

make his cock hurt, that coming is not so good anymore. make every cumshot that comes out is not pleasurable. he will cry like a baby, but you will see his cheeks warm and his eyes dilated with excitement. he is enjoying it.

sometimes he is so lazy or desperate that he will jump into your arms and start rubbing himself on you even with his clothes on.

he likes the feel of your fluids mixing all over his clothes, making everything very sticky and dirty. he doesn't really care. he just wants to cum.

he'll ride you like you're really penetrating him. he'll suck you like there's no cloth in between. he'll make you touch him the same way. you don't know if he's just too desperate to fuck and doesn't even remember to take his clothes off. or if he just loves doing it too much like this.

one thing he loves to do is sit on his back on your cock/pussy, and start rubbing himself all over it. you watch his big ass rub all over you in those tight pants. it makes you wet and him wet too. he watches you while he does the mini "little dance". he moves his hips so well, there literally isn't a part of your core that hasn't tasted his ass. it's fucking hot.

[hotsexyfarmboysandcountry]

If at this point the phrase “Wrangler butts drive me nuts!” requires additional explanation, then allow me to educate.  It’s the unique way in which the tight fit of those jeans manages to contour and accentuate the shape of a man’s ass, no matter the size. In this case, somewhat wide and flat, but the boyish good looks of this farm boy more than makes up for it!

[mamakitty187]

Bad Ideas

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson

Rating: Explict

Warnings: rough sex, attempted non-con, gay slurs

A/N: Okay, so this one reeeeally got away from me... but once the idea hit me I just *had* to write it. Anywho, I hope yall like it!

Also available on ao3, here.

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Billy Hargrove is many things - hot, mean, dangerous. But he is not gay. That’s what he tells himself anyway. He loves to fuck - loves it. He loves the feel of burying his cock in something tight and hot. And there’s nothing gay about that. Besides, he’s fucked nearly every woman in Hawkins, and a few from the surrounding towns too. Doesn’t matter how young or old (within reason), as long as it’s a hole he’ll fuck it. Mouth, pussy… ass… he loves fucking a nice, tight ass, probably more than anything else. Watching his cock disappear into the other person’s greedy little hole just drives him fucking wild. Making them scream his name, dragging his nails down their back or spanking them til their cheeks are red and hot. And when he’s done, shoving them off and watching his cum leak down their thighs.

There’s nothing gay about that, no matter who that hole is attached to. Billy fucks. 

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Eddie’s never been big on labels. Everyone’s gonna call him a freak no matter what (or who) he does anyway, so why should he waste his precious time biting his nails over what they’ll call him next? However, he is careful who he invites into his bed. Rarely is it anyone from school, more often it’s a post-concert (or deal) hookup. A lot of the time it’s a girl, but not always. He’s never really dated anyone, mostly because he’s never found anyone that wanted to date him. But it doesn’t bother him much, he’s got his band, his Hellfire club, his small circle of friends. And once he (eventually) graduates, he’s gonna get the hell out of Indiana anyway, and none of it will matter.

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Eddie didn’t know what Billy’s problem with him was lately. He’d caught the resident ‘bad boy’ staring daggers at him any time they crossed paths, and it was making him curious. He was pretty sure they hadn’t banged the same chick, and even if they had, Billy was even less interested in repeat-hookups than himself. He knew he hadn’t sold him anything, so it’s not like he got shorted. Eddie shrugged; whatever his problem was, either he’d confront Eddie about it or he wouldn’t. No skin off his nuts either way. After school, Eddie went out to the picnic table in the woods. He didn’t have any deals lined up, but sometimes someone’ll just show up. He sat on the table with his feet on the bench, his back away from the school. A lit Camel hung from his lips as he scribbled some lyrics in a notebook, humming along to the melody in his head. He didn’t hear the footsteps behind him, and definitely didn’t see the hand reaching for the back of his shirt until he was dragged back. “What the fuck!” “Shut up, Munson,” Billy growled, and shoved his face down against the table. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, you know that?”

“Woah man, whatever you think I did it wasn’t me, okay?” Eddie helds his hands up at his sides, trying to look back at the man behind him. “I said, shut up. You think you’re real slick with this shit, huh?” Billy pulled the bandana from Eddie’s back pocket and shoved it in his face. “It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think you’re a top? You? You couldn’t top a fucking ice cream sundae.” Eddie tried again to look back at him, his brow furrowed. “Okay, I missed something, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play fucking stupid,” Billy huffed, finally releasing Eddie and stepping back. He plucked the cigarette from where it’d fallen on the table and took a drag. “Wear that shit on the right side next time, or someone’s gonna sue for false advertising.”

Eddie turned to him, still utterly perplexed. Billy took another drag, then flicked the butt in Eddie’s face before turning away. He paused, glancing over his shoulder for a moment, then sneered and shook his head as he walked away. Eddie didn’t move; he barely breathed as he watched Billy disappear into the woods. When he was sure he was alone, he groaned and adjusted himself. Stupid fucking jackass getting him riled up for no reason. Eddie grabbed his lunchbox and his jacket and headed for his van, replaying the scene over and over, searching for any clue what the fuck that had been about.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks later that he figured it out. He was in the city for a concert, doing some shopping before heading to the venue. He walked into one of his favorite record stores and checked the bulletin board for any new gig potentials, and that’s when he saw it. Sticking out from behind a few layers of concert posters and guitarist-wanted flyers, there was a pamphlet for something called “The Hanky Code”. Eddie moved the other papers aside and looked it over. His eyes scanned down the list of colors and meanings. Black bandana, worn in the back left pocket - s&m top. This couldn’t be what Billy was talking about though, because how the hell would Billy Hargrove of all people know about a code system for gay kink? And even if he did, why would he be pissed at Eddie for “misrepresenting”, unless… “Holy shit.” Eddie stepped back from the board and covered his mouth. He didn’t know whether to be shocked or amused, or both. 

When he got back to school on Monday, he kept a subtle eye on Billy. He was careful, that much was sure. But when he thought no one was looking, Eddie saw the other guy’s eyes drift up and down some decidedly not-female bodies. Son of a bitch… Eddie laughed out loud the first time he caught it. The sound drew Billy’s attention, his blue eyes snapping to the metalhead from across the cafeteria with a nasty sneer. Eddie just smirked and shook his head, then turned back to his conversation about the next Hellfire session. He caught Billy glaring at him more than ever after that, but it didn’t bother him any more. Eddie was pretty sure he had it figured out now - the dude was jealous, pissed off that Eddie didn’t care who talked, that he had the freedom that already being an outcast provided. If it came out that Eddie was into guys as much as girls, no one would bat an eye - just another item on the list of what made him a freak. But if anyone caught wind that Billy was anything other than a full-blooded skirt-chaser… Eddie couldn’t imagine it going well for him. Poor guy. Maybe that’s why Eddie started catching Billy’s eye more often, giving him subtle nods and smirks, and even a wink or two. Billy obviously needed an outlet, and if Eddie was totally honest, it’s not like he hadn’t thought about how their meeting in the woods could’ve ended differently. Eddie was always down for a good time, and if the rumors were true, Billy knew how to provide. Was it risky? Sure, but Eddie wasn’t scared of him, not now. Not when he knew he had the upper hand.

Eddie still went to the picnic table after school every day, sometimes doing deals, other times just smoking and writing. After a week and a half he was getting tired of waiting for something to happen. It’d been a long day, he was tired and hungry, and wanted to go home. Just as he was packing up his stuff, he heard footsteps approaching. “Closing up shop so make it quick,” he said without turning around. 

“Thought I told you to cut that shit out.” Billy’s voice was gruff, but quiet, and it sent a tingle down Eddie’s spine. “What, this?” Eddie smirked and looked over his shoulder, tugging at the bandana in his back pocket. “Funny story, I didn’t know this meant anything til you brought it up. I just like having my bandana on hand.”  He turned around and leaned against the picnic table, his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. “But you… you seem to know exactly what it meant. Wonder how that happened.”

“Fuck you, Munson,” Billy spat, but Eddie just grinned wider. “When and where, Hargrove?”

In an instant Billy had closed the space between them, grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s curls and pulling his head back, his other hand wrapping around Eddie’s throat. “Yeah you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I should, just to wipe that stupid fucking smile off your face. You think you’re so god damn hot, don’t you?” Eddie swallowed hard, and his hands gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles blanched. “No, but… but I think you do,” he said with a strained voice as Billy squeezed his throat tighter. He braced himself, for what he didn’t know - a punch maybe, a knee to the balls, or maybe, just maybe, something more pleasure than pain. He got none of those as Billy practically shoved him backwards, then backed away. “Eleven o’clock. Your shitty trailer.” Billy glared at him, then turned and stalked away again.

Holy shit… Eddie honestly hadn’t expected Billy to actually take the bait. He looked down at his hands, not surprised to see them shaking slightly. This was a bad idea… Eddie was playing with fire, and he knew it. But sometimes it’s hard to resist that burn.

It was 10:59 when Eddie heard the roar of an engine and the squeal of tires outside his window. He sat up and opened the door, only to be shoved inside by Billy. “Hey to you too,” he laughed as he shut the door. “So, uh, welcome to my castle. Sorry bout the mess, it uh… yeah…” “Like I give a fuck. Bedroom, now.” “Well aren’t you a romantic,” Eddie chuckled, but led the way back to his bedroom. He’d at least had time to clean up in here somewhat, and lit some incense to cover up the smell of weed and cigarette smoke. He was nervous, he could admit that to himself at least. Not because of any kind of feelings for the other man, far from it; he was just worried what Billy would do, what he was capable of. He was trusting a guy who absolutely, under no circumstances, should ever be trusted. And he’d invited him into his home, his sanctuary. What the fuck had he been thinking? Oh yeah, he’d been thinking about how hard Billy probably fucks. “Lemme just throw some music on. These walls aren’t exactly sound-proof.” Eddie looked through his tapes, picking out something by Metallica. He heard Billy scoff and mutter something under his breath, but decided it was safer to ignore it. “So, how you wanna-” “Shut up, and get on your knees.” Billy glared at him as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. “You gonna stand the whole time? I got a perfectly good bed right there.” “You think I wanna sit on that nasty fucking piss-stained piece of shit mattress?” Billy reached out and grabbed Eddie’s hair again. “I said. Get on. Your knees.” He pushed, forcing Eddie down, and Eddie let him. Eddie’s eyes widened when Billy used his free hand to pull his cock out. It was impressive, a solid seven or eight inches at least.

“Well well, the rumors are true. Guess you’re not all talk, huh?” Eddie knew it was a bad idea to piss Billy off, but he couldn’t help it. Still, he didn’t expect to get backhanded so hard his head whipped around. “Bout time someone put that fucking mouth of yours to good use, Munson.” Billy adjusted the grip he had on Eddie’s hair and pulled his face forwards. Eddie for his part held back any further quips, and licked a stripe up Billy’s shaft. He felt the man above him shiver, and smirked before doing it again. He lapped at it slowly, teasingly. But he could tell Billy was getting impatient, so before too much time went by he wrapped his hand around the thick cock, and sucked the tip into his mouth. Billy stared down, watching silently and with a stony expression. The hand not in Munson’s hair hung at his side, balled into a tight fist. He let Eddie go at his own pace for maybe a minute, before grumbling and forcing his cock down the other man’s throat. Eddie coughed and squeezed his eyes shut, but when he managed to adjust he looked up at Billy and gave a thumbs up. Billy rolled his eyes and pulled back before thrusting again. He set a brutal pace, and Eddie struggled to keep from gagging. Eddie pressed the heel of his palm against his own growing hard-on, moaning around Billy’s cock. He figured Billy would be rough, counted on it… hoped for it, maybe even. Eddie wasn’t ashamed of what he liked, but that didn’t make getting it any easier, so it’d been a while since he’d been treated so roughly. He closed his eyes and groaned as he rubbed himself through his jeans. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Billy muttered, gripping Eddie’s hair tighter. “Look at you, choking on my cock like a fucking slut.” He pulled Eddie’s head back again, smirking as the other guy gasped for breath, a line of spit hanging from his lip. Eddie opened his eyes, and he could only guess how blown out they must’ve looked. 

Billy shoved him backwards towards the bed. Eddie stumbled as he turned around, hands fumbling with his belt. As soon as Billy heard the zipper he grabbed the waist of Eddie’s jeans in both hands and ripped them down. “Fuck, someone’s eager,” Eddie panted, but yelped when Billy brought a hand down on his ass with a resounding smack. “Shit… bedside drawer.” He pointed with a shaky hand, then kneeled on the side of his mattress. Billy yanked the drawer open, sending a lighter and some papers off the top, and grabbed the jar of Vaseline out before slamming it shut again, this time sending an ashtray rattling to the floor. “H-hey man, easy with the goods.” Eddie’s voice trembled, and this time he wasn’t as surprised by the spank. He hung his head, muttering a curse, and wrapped his fist around his own aching erection. Billy looked down at the blooming red handprints. He smiled darkly and left a few more, relishing every moan and curse he drew from the man under him. “Fuck, you really are a needy little slut, aren’t you? I could beat the shit out of you and you’d probably get off on it.”

Eddie shook his head, he wasn’t a masochist, not really… but he gasped as Billy yanked on his hair again, pulling his head back at a sharp angle. A moment later he hissed as he felt two thick fingers being pushed into him roughly. “Ow fuck, come on man not s-so… fuck…” At least Billy’d been kind enough to use some lubrication, though not much. Eddie gritted his teeth, his fingers grasping at his sheets as he tried to breathe through the pain. Billy twisted and pushed his fingers at a brutal pace, and the pain was almost too much. Eddie was starting to see stars already when he felt a third finger being pressed against his hole. Thankfully Billy slowed his pace as he eased it in with the others, spreading and stretching. The pain finally dissipated into pleasure, and Eddie panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He couldn’t even focus enough to touch himself, but it didn’t look like that was going to matter.

All of a sudden Billy’s touch was gone, and Eddie fell forward awkwardly. His arms felt like lead as he pushed himself up and looked over his shoulder. Billy was stroking himself, his cock glistening with a thin coating of lubrication, and Eddie felt his mouth water. Damn it, he wasn’t supposed to want it this bad. He met Billy’s eyes, which seemed to piss the other man off. He gripped Eddie’s hair again (always with the hair…) and shoved his face into the mattress as he moved behind him. Eddie braced himself, knowing full well Billy was going to make this hurt. Billy actually showed some restraint, but he hadn’t prepped Eddie enough, and as the head of his cock pressed against the tight hole Eddie whined and clawed at the sheets. It seemed to go on forever, and Eddie wondered if Billy’s cock had somehow grown longer. But finally he felt the other man’s hips pressed firmly against his ass, holding still. He pressed a hand to the small of Eddie’s back, and Eddie felt like he’d have a scorch mark in its place. His own cock was trapped between his body and the mattress, and he squirmed to seek some friction. “Fuck, knew you’d know how to take a cock,” Billy moaned. Eddie whined again and pushed back. “Little slut, fucking begging for it.” He pulled his hips back, then slammed them forward again, and Eddie cried out. Once more Billy tangled his fingers in Eddie’s locks and pulled backwards, using his hair like reins on a horse as he drove into him again and again. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he’d been fucked this brutally, if he ever had. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, moreso as Billy brought his other hand down on his ass time and time again. He tried to push back, to give some kind of response, but it was all he could do to hang on and let Billy take him however he wanted. The tape that had been playing ended, and suddenly the room was full of the sounds of skin on skin, Billy grunting and Eddie whining and moaning. “Shut up,” Billy barked, and moved the hand on Eddie’s back to his throat. Eddie’s eyes went wide, and for the first time he felt a spark of genuine fear. He could feel Billy’s fingernails digging into his flesh, and he knew he’d have marks. That probably shouldn’t have turned him on even more, but he was Eddie the Freak, after all. “You wanna get off, you better do it yourself,” Billy grunted. Eddie’s hand shook as he wrapped it around his own cock, trying to match Billy’s insane pace as he stroked himself. It was too much, too fast, too hard… Billy slammed his hips forward, his grip on Eddie’s hair and throat tightening. Eddie started to feel lightheaded, tears pricking at his eyes, and a voice in the back of his head told him he’d known all along this was a stupid idea. And then, as Billy let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a scream, his cock pulsed and throbbed, painting Eddie’s insides with his seed. Eddie keened, his own dick twitching as he coated his hand and the sheets beneath him with his own release.

Billy pulled out roughly, dropping Eddie to the mattress in a shivering heap. Eddie heard rustling, and struggled to look behind him; Billy had grabbed some tissues to clean himself up, and was already zipping up his jeans. He looked Eddie over with a cold smile. 

“Almost wish I could get a picture of this.” “You gonna…” Eddie swallowed, his mouth bone dry. “Put it up in your locker?” He watched as Billy scowled, lunging forward and gripping him by the nape of the neck and pulling him upright. “You tell anybody, and I mean anybody about this, and they won’t even find your fucking body. You got that, Munson?” Eddie nodded weakly, still struggling to make his sore throat work properly. He was dropped again, and a moment later his door slammed shut, followed by the door to the trailer. He lay there as he listened to the engine outside rev loudly, tires throwing up gravel as Billy’s car peeled out and sped away. He lay there for a long time, aching all over. Slowly he cleaned himself up and crawled into bed, curling up. He’d be sore as fuck the next morning, he knew it. But at least he’d had fun… for the most part. When he woke up the next day he was in even more pain that he’d anticipated. He dragged himself to the bedroom, and his reflection shocked him - hair a tangled mess, eyes bloodshot, neck red and bruised, lips dry and cracking. He looked like hell. He took a shower, sighing as the hot water helped soothe his aching muscles. He thought about playing hooky, but remembered he had a quiz in Mrs O’Donnell’s class, and he couldn’t afford another zero. So after his shower he got dressed and hopped in his van (well, more like gingerly sat) and drove to school, getting there just as the first bell rang. He spotted Billy at lunch, but made sure not to look over for too long. Still, he could see the appraising look the other man gave him, his lips curling up a fraction before he looked away. Like he was proud of his handiwork. Eddie expected that to be the end of it. Billy had gotten his fix, and so had he. Days went by, and the marks on his neck faded away. Eddie played his weekly show at The Hideout, and brought home a girl that’d wandered in halfway through. It was good, but it didn’t scratch that same itch. A couple weeks later Eddie was laying in bed, smoking a joint and listening to his new Megadeth album, when he heard a familiar car outside. As soon as he opened the door Billy was there, grabbing him by the back of the neck and dragging him to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. And that’s how it started. Every couple weeks or so, Billy would just show up at Eddie’s trailer, fuck him raw, and then leave with a threat of violence if word ever left those four walls. Eddie put up with it, mostly because he loved the way it felt when Billy manhandled him. But he didn’t love the bruises on his neck and ass, or the sore scalp from having his hair constantly yanked. And he was getting real tired of the constant sneers and threatening looks Billy gave him throughout the days in between. He knew Billy was using him, just as much as he was using Billy, but the hypocrisy made him sick.

It wasn’t that Eddie had feelings for Billy - far from it. He hated everything about him, other than the sex. He didn’t like how he treated anyone he saw as beneath him (so, everybody); he didn’t like how he carried himself like he was untouchable. He really didn’t like how he treated his kid sister, and that was just based off what he saw. Someone needed to put him in his place. Eddie just wasn’t that guy.

He started wondering what Billy would do if he turned him down. Would he get pissed off, or just leave? Eddie wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. But the next time Billy stopped by, Eddie just wasn’t in the mood. When he answered the door he blocked the way, standing his ground so Billy couldn’t shove him back. “Not tonight, Hargrove. I’m fucking beat.”

“Got a headache?” Billy sneered. “Too bad.” “Yeah, too bad for you,” Eddie replied, rolling his eyes. “Better luck next time.”  He watched as Billy’s jaw tensed, his hands clenching and unclenching. “You really think you can say no to me? With how bad you were begging for it last time? Shit, you were fucking crying.” “First off,” Eddie scoffed, “no I wasn’t. Second, yeah I do, and I’ll prove it - no.” He quickly shut his door, flipping the lock. He stood there a minute, not counting on Billy giving up that easy. But to his surprise, he did hear Billy’s Camaro pulling away from the trailer. So maybe it really was that simple. Eddie woke with a start to someone banging on his door. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock - it was nearing 2 in the morning. The pounding continued, along with a familiar voice yelling his name. “Open the god damn door, Munson!” Billy shouted, then went back to banging. Eddie grumbled and tossed the blankets aside; if he’d been thinking more clearly, he might’ve grabbed a shirt instead of answering the door in just his boxers.

“Hargrove, what the fuck do you want?” He opened the main door but kept the screen door locked. “Holy shit dude, you smell like a bar at closing time.”

“Let me in, Munson,” Billy growled. His eyes were glazed, and his lips glistened with spit. If it wasn’t the middle of the night, Eddie might’ve considered it. “No way. Go sleep it off somewhere else, man; I’m sure you’ve got ten kinds of pussy on speed dial. Or dick,” he added with a smirk. “Fuck you!” Billy shouted suddenly, making Eddie jump. “I’m not like you, Freak. Don’t you think for a god damn second I’m anything like you. Now shut the fuck up and open the fucking door!”

Eddie looked around as a dog started barking. “Jesus, Hargrove, you trying to wake the fucking neighborhood? Go the fuck home, seriously. Deal with your closet-shit on your own time.”

“You’re gonna regret this, Munson. Nobody says no to me. Nobody.” “Yeah yeah, I’m sure.” Eddie rolled his eyes again. “Have fun with the hangover.” He closed the door and leaned against it. He was wide awake now, and as he listened for the sound of the Camaro’s engine, the silence stretched on. Suddenly something hit the side of the trailer with a loud bang, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie gasped, jumping back. “Fucking faggot!” Billy screamed. “I’m gonna tell everyone what a god damn fag you are! You’re gonna fucking regret this!” “Shit,” Eddie breathed. He peered out the window and saw Billy standing there glaring at the trailer. After a few tense moments he got in his Camaro and sped away. Eddie backed up to lean against the kitchen counter, his heart hammering in his chest. Yeah, maybe this really was a bad idea after all…

The next day, Eddie tried not to think about the night before. Maybe Billy had gone home and slept it off; maybe he wouldn’t even remember it today. Eddie really hoped that was the case. He spotted Billy in the hall after third period - dark sunglasses covering what Eddie assumed was a pretty gnarly hangover face. He saw the other guy’s head turn in his direction, but he quickly turned down a side hall to escape. It wasn’t that he was afraid of him; he just didn’t wanna deal with Billy’s drama.

He was heading back in from lunch when he got called to the principal’s office. He was mostly sure he hadn’t broken any rules today, so he was more than a little confused. Principal Higgins met him in the hall, commanding him to follow. As they approached Eddie’s locker, he groaned, seeing the problem already.

“You want to explain this?” Principal Higgins asked sternly, pointing to the locker. The word ‘fag’ was spray painted across it in bright pink. “Vandalism is a serious offense, son.”

Eddie stared at him, one eyebrow up. 

“You think I sprayed a slur on my own locker?”

“Don’t get cute with me,” the older man huffed. “You’re gonna go to the janitors office and get some paint remover and a rag, and you’re going to scrub this locker until it’s good as new. And whatever you miss in your classes is up to you to make up.”

“This is bullshit!” Eddie scowled. “Why am I getting hit for this?”

“Enough. Get to work, Munson, or I’ll have you suspended.”

Eddie scoffed as the principal walked away, and flipped him off behind his back. He went to get the cleaning supplies, grumbling to himself the whole time. Of course he knew who did this; it sucked, but it was kinda tame compared to what he’d feared. It took him the better part of an hour to strip the paint from the metal, and there was a faint outline from where he’d had to scrub extra hard. 

The bell rang just as he was wiping his hands off on his jeans, the halls flooding with people. He could hear the whispers, feel the eyes on him. Big deal, he was used to that. But he wasn’t used to people keeping such a wide berth around him as he headed to his next class. Whatever, he thought, these sheep see one word of graffiti and jump to conclusions. But the stares and whispers kept happening, more than usual. He stopped between classes to eavesdrop, and it didn’t take long to hear what the buzz was all about. “Did you hear the freak tried to hit on Jackson at that party last week?” “I heard he did the same thing to Scott West.” “A friend of mine said he knows a guy who Eddie tried to jump after selling him some speed.”

Eddie’s blood ran cold. To be outed, yeah that sucked. But to be accused of being that aggressive, that predatory... that one hurt. Eddie stood facing his locker for a long time, his hands shaking. He shouldn’t have been surprised Billy would stoop that low, but he didn’t expect he’d actually go there.

After school he went to his usual spot. He had a couple deals already lined up from the past couple days, but as he sat waiting, the woods were silent and empty. He hated getting stood up, but given the rumor mill, he probably should’ve expected it. Still, one of them was a regular, someone Eddie would even call a friend. Someone that definitely should’ve known better. He grumbled as he packed up his stuff and walked back out onto school grounds. The parking lot was still a little busy, with after-school clubs having just gotten out. He crossed the lot to his van, but stopped halfway there.

The same graffiti that had been left on his locker was gracing all four sides - including the windshield - of his van. Eddie seethed; nobody messed with his ride. He looked around, and suddenly a wave of laughter spread across the crowd. And then the shouts started. Eddie tried to ignore them as he stomped to his van, slamming the door shut as he got in. He could barely see around the hot pink coating the windshield. He turned his music up to a deafening volume and revved his engine loudly before peeling out of the lot.

He almost didn’t go home, afraid of what he might find there. But if he was gonna disappear for a couple days to let this blow over, he was gonna need some supplies.

He pulled into the trailer park and swore. Billy’s Camaro was parked outside his trailer, the asshole leaning against the side and smoking a cigarette. Eddie stopped, seriously considering turning tail and running. But what good would that really do? He couldn’t just run away completely. So he pushed forward, white-knuckled hands gripping the steering wheel as he pulled in next to Billy’s car. “Shouldn’t have said no to me,” Billy said as Eddie got out of his van, slamming the door hard enough to rock the vehicle. 

“Just what the fuck is your problem, Hargrove?” Eddie snapped. “Scratch that, I know exactly what your problem is. But that’s just it - it’s your problem, not mine. Find someone else to be your guilty fuck.”

Eddie shoved past him and started into his trailer, but he was shoved forward, falling into the counter that divided the kitchen and living room. He didn’t have time to react before he heard the door being locked shut behind him, and then he was being bent over, his face pressed against the laminate countertop. He struggled, but froze when he felt the cold sting of a knife being pressed against his throat. “You move one fucking muscle and you’re a dead man,” Billy growled, his voice low and dangerously calm. Eddie swallowed hard, his eyes watering. He really never should have given Billy the time of day, let alone let him start all of this. He’d always been so careful before, for this exact reason. It was stupid, so stupid, and now he was gonna regret that stupidity forever.

Eddie felt Billy’s hand on his back, tugging at the waist of his jeans, and he panicked. Everything happened in a blur as he kicked backwards, spun around and wrestled the knife from Billy’s hand, shoved Billy back, took a swipe with the knife that missed, took another swipe that sliced Billy’s cheek. Both men froze for a long, tense moment. A faint trickle of blood dripped down Billy’s cheek.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” Eddie said, his voice shaking but thick with conviction. “Or I swear to god I’ll cut it off.”

Billy continued to stare at him, and Eddie mentally braced himself for the worst. But then the blond scoffed.

“Wasn’t even that good,” he muttered, reaching behind himself to open the door. 

“And don’t come back,” Eddie added, pointing the knife for emphasis. Billy walked backwards out the door and down the steps, eyeing Eddie like a dangerous animal. When he got to his car he shook his head and got in, music blaring. He revved his engine once, then backed up and pulled away in a cloud of dust and gravel.

“Eddie?”

Eddie jumped a mile, turning to see his uncle staring at him from the hallway. He felt all the blood drain from his face as he looked at his uncle’s concerned face, and the pistol he held tight in his grip. The older man took a step closer, then another; he set the gun down as he approached his nephew. “It’s okay, he’s gone. You can relax now.” Eddie nodded, lowering the knife in his still-shaking hand. He rubbed his face, wiping away the tears he hadn’t noticed falling.

“It’s okay,” his uncle said again, softer. He closed the distance, pulling Eddie into a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” he whispered, as his nephew crumbled, sniffling and sobbing into his uncle’s shoulder.

Hours later, they sat beside each other on the couch, beers in hand, some old black and white rerun on the tv. Eddie looked over at his uncle for the umteenth time since that afternoon, and smiled. His uncle smiled back and patted his shoulder; a laugh track on the tv drew both their attention, and they joined in as the characters got themselves into yet another predicament, one that both Munsons knew they’d get out of scott-free. Sometimes Eddie wished life was like that, where every problem could be wrapped up in thirty minutes or left. But even if that wasn’t true, he was grateful he had people he could count on. Over the next few days, things went back to normal. Eddie’s uncle helped scrub the van clean, and it stayed that way. The rumor mills moved on to their next target, and within a week nobody even bothered a second glance at Eddie the Freak. His sales bounced back, and he even received a few phone numbers hidden between the bills. Once in a while he caught Billy’s eye across the hall or the cafeteria but the blond never looked for more than a moment, and Eddie was more than okay with that. 

It had been a hell of a mistake, that was for damn sure. But it had been a hell of a ride. Not one he’d want to repeat any time soon, but he didn’t exactly regret it either. Largely because now his uncle and him had a new understanding. It wasn’t like he’d thought his uncle would reject him, but it had still hung over his head, a secret between family that didn’t keep secrets. But now that it (and he) was out, it was like a weight was lifted off his chest. 

He still pitied Billy, in a way. Maybe if things had gone different they could’ve been friends. Maybe if Billy’d had someone like his uncle, someone to tell him it was okay. He hoped Billy found someone like that, before that rage destroyed him. Because he could see it coming, and he was pretty sure Billy could too. 

But that wasn’t his problem; it hadn’t been before, and it definitely wasn’t his problem now. He had bigger problems, like trying to finally graduate high school, and getting out of this shithole of a town. He had a whole lifetime ahead of him, with plenty of big dreams to fulfill. This was the year it was gonna happen, he could feel it. 1986 was gonna be his year.

[capturedbeauty]

[hotsexycowboysandcountryboys]

As I often do when I’ve been too busy to go out on the “hunt” for some good-looking country boys, I’ll scroll through my “creeper archives”, where I came across the video of this stud I hadn’t posted before.  If he looks familiar, I’ve put up a few pics of him earlier this year (click here), albeit different ones than these, but, from the same event.  Some of my diehard fans, recognize him from a previous iteration of my blog having spotted him for the first time at the same location a year or so, earlier.  The one thing in common besides his pretty baby-face and plump, dick sucking lips is how good his sweet little ass looks in skin-tight Wranglers and boots, stimulating my deviant imagination.  

As in picturing him bound, cleave-gagged and struggling, while I rub one of those vibrating massagers on his crotch until his cock is bulging in his jeans forming a small wet spot from the pre-cum leaking from his dick.  Next unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, to whip out his cock and edge him nice and slowly until his balls ache until I’m ready to let him blow his load all over himself.  Finally, I flip him over and peel those Wranglers down to his knees exposing what I imagine is a very smooth and tight virgin ass.  He’s fucked ruthlessly and without mercy, as he bites down on the knot in the cleave gag, screaming in intense pain, squirming and struggling beneath me.

The first thought that comes to mind is “Good God in Heaven, I don’t know how in the hell you managed to slide into those skintight jeans, but I’m damn glad you did!” The second thought is “IF WRANGLER BUTTS DRIVE YOU NUTS, THEN CONSIDER ME CERTIFIABLY INSANE!!!” 

[kissme-hs]

𝒮𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓎 {𝒸.𝑒}

This concept has been on my mind from a long long time. I just get so fucking turned on seeing him in that gorgeous beard oh my sweet lord. I was going to post it tomorrow but oh well, also i didn’t proof read so pardon me for the mistakes. Hope you enjoy! Please reblog :))

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.05k

Warning: 18+ smut, oral sex fem receiving and giving, filthy talk, fingering, unprotected sex etc.

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He looked breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. The way he was sprawled on his mother’s couch that was situated in front of the fire place made your mouth water whilehis other family members gathered around sitting comfortably on a spot that makes them warm.

His thick thighs looked so inviting and his arm that rested on the couch top, every flex made his veins move and his hands that ghosted over your neck made you shiver. He run his knuckles on the back of your neck as you turn your head to face him to see him smiling at you.

What a bastard.

And that beard that adorned his cheek, holy Christ only if you could push his head between your legs and let his mouth slurp on your aching throbbing core until your legs are trembling and shaking and you’re begging him to stop.

You found yourself ashamed of getting lost in your deep thoughts of wild fantasy—basically eye fucking the Lisa’s son while his whole family was around present in the room chatting with you two, well mostly him because you were way too tied up in yourself and your pressed together thighs that you were barely fathoming any word that they uttered.

But how could you not?

He looked like an absolute sex god, with his Andy Barber phase fluffy hair and that beard. That navy blue t-shirt that seemed a little tight on him showing you his ever muscle and highlighting his biceps.

And again there you were, thinking about how good it’s feel when his arms are around your waist while he pounds mercilessly into you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck while you clutch onto this biceps wanting to release.

But oh that beard.

Though you wanted to feel it in between your legs, there was no possible way to describe how bad you wanted to feel it against your lips. Your fingers ached to grab onto his cheeks as your tongue plays with his whilst his hand grabs onto your titties as they usually do.

Snapping out of your wild thinking you found your lower lip tucked between your teeth and a noticeable change in the pace of your breathing. You knew you need it, need to feel him.

“Um, excuse me?” You said out of nowhere cutting of Chris’s childhood story that he was busy telling Scott’s boyfriend. Your sudden action made him furrow his eyebrows as you felt his eyes follow you out of the living room disappearing in the corridor. He turned his head back to meet his mother’s worries facial expression.

“Is she okay chris? Go check on her”

He nods obliging his mother and his own worry towards you as to why you had to excuse yourself from the room full of people you adored. Maybe it was a little stomach bug, he thought.

His bare feet pads over the hardwood floor as he stops when comes across the bathroom far away from the people talking in living area, he knocks on the door twice.

“Baby, honey are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine” no you’re not. You need him.

“Baby let me in” he nudges the door gently only to be disappointed when he notices it’s locked. Sighing he faces close to the door.

“Cmon sweetie”

The concern that dripped down his voice made you feel guilty as you open the door, but as soon as you come across his beautifully handsome face, the brightest blue eyes, the perfect nose and the plumpest lips you couldn’t help but pull him inside with a strong tug and close the door behind him.

You did take him by surprise, but it wasn’t anything compared to when your fingers started fiddling with the buckle of his belt trying to get it lose open, your lips attaching to the veins on his neck as you press your body firmly against his.

He took the sign. After all he did know you like the back of his hand.

So when you finally succeeded in not only getting his pants down his legs but also managing to get him rock hard with just your feathery kisses on his delicate skin of neck your lips turned up in a little smirk until his fingers lifted your face up by your cheek to meet his eyes.

The dilated pupils burned into yours while he stared at you—now with lust, concern washed away long time back.

“What’s got you so worked up huh?” He spoked pulling your groin close to him, close enough for you to feel his growing bulge.

“I- this” you whispered biting your lips as your eyes shift’s their gaze from his eyes to his beard and then down to the swell in his pants, well aware of how intense effect it had on Chris. ‘Makes me lose my mind and bend you over until I fuck you like a slut’ says Chris. Your hand grabs over his jeans as you rubbed your palm against it making him shut his eyes close, lashed resting beautifully on the apple of his cheek as he leans his head back against the door, giving you a perfect access to his exposed neck.

Thanking the heels that you still had on it made it no difficult for you (which usually is due to the height difference) to bring your lips close to the veins popping on his neck and placing opened mouth kisses. You knew neck kisses drives him nuts, and you were in no shock when you felt his big hands grab your butt and giving it a rough squeeze causing you to moan which you quickly covered by biting down on his shoulder.

 “fuck” that’s all he could manage to utter the minute you got down on your knees within a blink of an eye. With his belt already undone it made it easier for you to just slide his jeans down along with the boxers, too worked up to tease him now.

As soon as the cotton material of his boxers came down his thick thighs, his hard shaft sprung against his lower belly. Red tip, leaking and veins clearly visible due to the hardness watered your mouth.

 “Go on baby, take that fucking cock in your little mouth” he said through gritted teeth trying to be as hushed as possible with his family only mere steps away. Collecting your hair in his hands he forced your face up to look at him and you did, in every filthy way possible. With your eyes staring at him through your lashes, you grabbed his thick shaft and gave it a good few pump which already trembled his whole body before licking it from the bottom all the way to the top, not breaking the eye contact. And once you reached his aching swollen tip, you licked the slit collected the salty juices and tapped his heavy cocked on your stuck out tongue.

 It looked nothing less than a porn scene, with you on your knees sucking his cock in his mother’s bathroom while he’s leaning on the door holding your hair in his hand pushing your head further to feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat, his face covered in the most satisfied expression. Swear could’ve had a million hits.

 Your wrist moved around his base ever so lightly adding a little pressure even then so squeezing it making his body jump with pleasure. And your other hand rolled his balls in the palm of your hand while you drooled on his cock with his every thrust, gagging.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock like the slut you are” he moaned fucking your mouth as you continued deepthroating not caring about the tears that ran down your face smudging your mascara and his thick dick ruining your lipstick. Pulling him out of your hollowed cheek with a ‘pop’ you lowered your face to take his ball in your mouth.

With his dick held up with your hand you sucked on his balls, licking them with your tongue whilst his eyes stay fixed on you, observing your every move, you lips, the way you hollowed your cheek and suckled on his thick shaft effortlessly made his muscles clench and soon he was cumming down your throat.

Pulling away with strings of your saliva from your lips you wiped the mess with the back of your hand after gulping down every drop of his cum you stood up straight and the second after his lips were hot and heavy on your swollen ones.

Kissing you heard before biting down your lower lip he pulled away.

“Meet me out in 5 minutes, we’re leaving right now!” and with that he fixed his hair and left you alone in the bathroom to collect yourself, fix your look and follow him out where you were met by pair of questioning eyes.

“I’m good guys, just an upset stomach”

“yeah ma I am gonna take her home, she needs to rest. Thanks for the dinner and see you soon” kissing his mother’s head he hugged everyone goodbye as you did too before you guys collected your belongs with your coats and wallet and found your way to his black SUV.

Once seated inside you could feel the sexual tension rising between you two as you buckled yourself in, trying your best way possible to look innocent.

He does the same, buckling himself in and driving off his mother’s driveway onto the main road. Gaze fixed on the road, hand gripping the wheel tightly almost as if he’s trying to control another orgasm.

“you couldn’t wait could you” he asked head straight ahead.

“no”

“why”

“you looked hot”

“what made you so horny”

“your beard”

“what about it?” stopping at the red signal he finally turned his head to have a look at your face. Flushed up and looking ever red with the back lights of the cars in front. You bite your lip once again out of habit this time, something you do when you’re either nervous or just horny, which in this case you were to the extreme.

“i-I just can’t stop thinking about your face between m-“

“here?” he cut you off, when his hands pulled your legs apart in a swift motion and his fingers dipped down inside your panties. He could feel the wetness of your socked panties on the back of his hand as he slowly draws circle on your throbbing clit. Your hand gripping his wrist as you spread your legs further apart allowing him more access.

“Yes, fuck I wanna feel your beard on my skin while you eat me out baby. Wanna feel you so good in me tonight.” You moaned as the car stopped at another red signal, the one just before you exits the main road for you house and this time he couldn’t control his eagerness so leaning over he grabs the back of your neck and hides his face in it, kissing the gentle skin with roughness and impatience.

His teeth dug in your skin, biting and nipping gently causing you to let you head fall on the window as his hand rubs your pussy and lips kisses your neck.

Oh how amazing it felt feeling the scruffiness of his beard on your skin. Just like you wanted.

“shit” Chris muttered under his breath when he heard the car behind honk, probably because he didn’t pay attention when the red turned green and he raced the car down the room stopping straight at your big driveway. And the way from the porch of the house all the way to the bedroom was a complete rush. With clothes discarded on the floor and your mouth attached together not breaking apart to even breath he pushed you up against the wall of your bedroom.

Hands held on your either side his lips left yours leaving you breathless to make their way down from your jawline to the crook of your neck. His facial hair did tickle you ever so then but again the rubbing of it against your supple skin felt amazing and you could feel yourself dripping down a little with the arousal.

His hands that were holding yours now supported your bum as he lifted you up with you wrapping your legs around his waist. Your front rubbing against his belly probably smudging your wetness around his, you enjoyed the feeling of it while lasted before he threw you on the bed and his body hovered you the second within.

“Gonna eat that fucking pussy so good baby” he said as he eyed your body with those lusty eyes but soon he had to break his gaze when he felt you pull him down by his dangling necklace.

“I want you to eat me until I tell you to stop” You whispered against his ear and boy he felt his dick twitch. And your wish was his command, so his lips made their way down your neck to your perched up nipples. Grabbing your right titty in his hand he rolled it against his palm while his lips suckled on your left nipple. His eyes closed breathing heavy as he lets go of it and attacks the other pebble hard nipple.

His warm tongue felt amazing on your sensitive buds while it flicked and rolled your nipple around making your arch your back. Hands grabbing his soft brown hair pushing his head down to where you needed the most making him chuckle as he placed tinny kisses down the way to your pussy.

“eager little slut you are” he whispered and pushed your legs apart, your core glistened with the wetness that caused which made his mouth water to get a taste of that beauty. Throwing your leg over his shoulder he kissed your inner thighs softly and slowly making you roll your hips with growing impatience.

“please” you whined

“please what?”

“please tongue me, eat me out baby” you pushed his face down with any shame one your core.

Smiling to self he took a deep sniff of your aroused sex that drove him insane before laying his tongue flat against your lips, pushing through up and licking the juices up. The saliva that his tongue carried made it easier for him to glide it along your smooth skin stopping when it felt the bundle of nerve.

Knowing you and your body with like the back of his hand never failed him to find your clit. In fact he didn’t need to find it, after being together for all these years it would be shame if he didn’t.

“such a tasty cunt” he moaned against your pussy before sucking up on your clit and pulling on it until you squirmed beneath him. Pushing your hips down by his hand he held your waist as while his tongue flicks over and over against your aching core. His beard rubbing on your skin tickled it again but how could you complaint.

His lips on your cunt felt incredible. And your pussy tasted delicious on his tongue. If he could, he would eat you out every month which he possibly could.

Holding your tit in your hand you kept your eyes shut feeling the plump of his lips around your pussy until his tongue dipped inside your opening hitching your breath.

“shit baby oh my god, just like that. Tongue fuck this pussy of yours”

The words of appreciation boosted his ego like a rocket and his tongue paced up. Dipping in and out and then slurping the juices off your pussy soon to be replaced by long slender finger that stretch you out deliciously.

Feeling your tight silky walls against his fingers as he pumped them in keeping his mouth on your core he felt the growing neediness in himself, as much he wanted to taste your sweet cum on his tongue dripping down his chin and slurp every drop of it, he also wanted to put his hard dick inside you and fuck until you cannot walk.

So detaching himself from your cunt (which was a bit sad for him) he was once again pulled down by you attaching your lips on him, tasting your own sweet self. You knew he wanted to fuck you, you knew his dick was probably aching by now with hardness so you pumped his shaft from in between your bodies before lining himself in front of you.

“nuh huh, slut gets the rough way” and with that he flipped you over on your belly and held your hips up, basically face down ass up and without a further word he pushed himself inside of you.

Grabbing you by your waist he thrusted inside you moving your body to match his rhythm as you did. His every thrust outstretch you so gracefully as he licked his hand and across your thigh placed it on your clit so he could rub the nerve bud.

“You feel so good oh my god” he moaned rocking his hips forward into yours as you kept your face hidden in the pillow, your tits bouncing with ever push he gave you. It wasn’t later than that when you felt the coil in your stomach burning up, he did leave you before without a release so it was no shame that you felt yourself on the edge of within 15 minutes of his dick inside you.

And even Chris was close, the soft cushiony walls and the continuous clenches squeezed and warmed his cock making his toe curls as he lowered himself against your back kissing your shoulder. You knew he was close, the minute he starts softening up from all dom that’s the time he his about to cum.

So taking in the sign you gave him a one hard clench followed up by his rough push that hit your G-spot to the utter level of pleasure that your legs trembled and soon you were coming undone with him. His cum dripped down your thigh as he laid on top on your back not pulling out, enjoying the now innocent moment of intimacy with the person he loves.

“I’m never shaving again”

“Bold of you to assume you were even allowed to”

[interlagosed]

Night spicy hibi, give us nsfw headcanons please 🥵

My angel @chilinorris reblogged this with a tag saying she didn’t want to open her mouth: https://chilinorris.tumblr.com/post/673776250947584000

But then she told me what she was thinking so with her permission, and having riffed with her, here is a spicy headcanon :)

Carlos absolutely makes Lando ride his thigh while wearing those tight little pants. It was driving Carlos nuts the entire time, seeing Lando’s legs, hips, butt encased in something that left so little to the imagination. He’d seen Lando naked so many times, but this was too much. So the second they had some privacy, Carlos pulled Lando into his arms and kissed him stupid, praising him over and over. Lando fell into Carlos’ lap, ground down against Carlos’ thigh, and then Carlos just looked at him and told him to keep going. And Lando did, helplessly, slowly and deliberately at first but then the desperation took him over. It didn’t help that Carlos was whispering the filthiest things to him in his honeyed accent, so low and sexy:

“Yes, baby, just like that, querido, you look so sexy. This is how badly you want me? You’re okay doing this, Lando, wearing all your clothes, with me wearing all of mine? You want to come like this? I want you to, Lando. I want you to come, mi amor.”

Lando begs Carlos to touch him, properly, push his hands into Lando’s pants, finger him, fuck him, but Carlos just clicks his tongue and tells Lando to be patient. He satisfies himself by caressing Lando’s ass, squeezing his hips, but nothing past that.

“I would love to touch you, but I want to see you come just from this. Come on, you can do it. Just like that, Lando, yes.”

And when Lando seems to flag, Carlos takes Lando by the chin and makes him look down at Carlos’s hard-on. “See what you do to me, Lando? There is no one like you. I could come watching you, just watching you. Is that what you want? Do you want me to come for you? Should I touch myself?”

But Lando just moans in response to Carlos touching his nipples over his shirt, and Carlos squeezes his ass just so, and he’s coming in his pants. Carlos is just beaming at him, cooing praise. Lando collapses into Carlos’ lips, his kisses open-mouthed, yearning, and between Lando’s molten kisses and Lando’s hands brushing against Carlos’ dick, Carlos comes too. How could he not? Lando clearly wanted Carlos to come, and Carlos would never, ever deny Lando.

[shlutnutt]

𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 5.

this is my first ever smut and probably any writing in general so dont expect it to be the best loll.. hope you enjoy though :) !!!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!! : 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘵, 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

ight so boom.

Mr. March continued staring at your pretty face, analyzing and tracing every single one of your soft unique features with his gaze, completely mesmerized and in hunger. You weren't in the mood due to some hotel customers ding dong ditching every door they'd lay their eyes on causing lots of complains. The feeling of annoynce started to rise within you causing you to attempt to snap him out of his dreamy fantasy. His room dark and quiet, the chat you were both having, was soon ready to turn into an avalanche.

"What the fuck, James. Stop staring at me." you snapped raising your voice slightly with confidence. His mesmerized stare quickly transformed into a deep frown, feeling absolutely disrespected. His goal was to intimidate you, to make you beg for forgiveness as he got up from his creaky antique sofa heading behind his work desk carefully leaning down opening one of the bottom drawers. Fully invested you follow his every move, eager to find out what's in his creative murder mind this time.

"Listen to me Y/N... Didn't we talk about disrespecting daddy? I thought we did. Didn't we?" James questions in pure elegance and lust, jingling the heavy handcuffs he had in hand. Your breath got caught in your throat, immediately regretting your previous outrageous comment, predicting what were to happen next giving the best to your ability to not make a single comment, facial expression, or nervious body language to prevent giving him any sort of satisfaction. Making James upset was one of your many favorite hobbies, knowing the effect it has on him and will most definitely have on you also, its like going on a never ending roller coaster, only that this roller coaster is full of teasing and is absolutely stunning. Silence filling the room with an unbreakable stare you both hold, you slowly press your legs together feeling your innocence get wetter by the minute. "Get up" demands James, scanning your every move as you get up from your seat and slowly walk towards him nervousness filling every single flesh in your body. "Yes, daddy?" You automatically innocently question, remembering how much he loved that word slip out of your lips.

The two of you now inches away from eachother, a small seductive smirk appearing on his delicate pink lips. Leaning down to your ear James sassed "You think you can go 5 rounds today, my dereast?" Unsure you responded to his rhetorical question "Of course I can why would you thi-" James smashes his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless. Carefully and discretely putting your hands behind your back as he handcuffs you. He chokes you, hard. Making sure he leaves marks for days, you squeeked in shock realizing that your hands had been handcuffed and your under James' harsh chokehold. March breaks the kiss only to pull your chin down slightly opening your mouth spitting on your tongue and going back to kiss you, tasting him in your mouth, your lips feel painfully numb from the harsh kisses you two shared, shifting slightly from his lips you feel a harsh stinging from James' harsh touch against your cheek, you groan in pleasure loving how aggressive he's gotten with you.

"Get on your knees, my pretty little slut" Still handcuffed you drop down to your knees almost immediately, soaking wet and ready for whats to come next.

"Listen to me, beautiful. You are not to make a single sound. Okay? If you do, I'll make sure I bring everyone from this entire hotel into this room and let them watch how I fuck you." You look up at him totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty ignoring his comment for a second, you pause a little just to admire the man who's soul you were about to suck. You open your mouth signaling James that you were ready for his hard member. He begins grinding his hips lightly against your tongue, you grew in desperate need as his clothed member brushed up and down your tongue. You've been doing a great job following James' intructions until a delightful deep groan slipped out of James, making you want to orgasm in that instant. He was aware of the effect that had on you so he proceeded his deep groans and began taking off his buttoned up shirt, revealing his sweaty toned chest and abs. You were driving crazy and attempted to unzip his pants with your teeth in which you failed miserably, "So needy.. hm?" James exhales, his cock still rubbing on your face completing your attempt for you allowing his member to spring up lightly tapping his stomach and back down to your forehead . You didnt think twice before slipping his tip into your mouth, teasing him lightly as a result from him teasing you beforehand.

"Oh fuck, Y/N.. You're doing so good." James praises. You now sucking him fully and uncontrollably, his deep lustfilled moans traveling through the dullness of his room. You groan slightly to his moans completely forgetting about his previous warnings, you feel him pull out of you and harshly pulling you up by your throat. Without a word leaving his lips he harshly throws you onto the bed and uncuffs you, searching for another pair of handcuffs as he aggressively handcuffs you again onto the antique bed frame this time that sat behind his bed. A smirk not leaving your lips as you teasingly exclaim "Come on, daddy. Let them watch how you fuck me." James seem to be distracted with something which you paid no mind to but immediately teleports your way and rips all of your clothes apart throwing every item of your clothing to their own direction, leaving you butt naked. Your wetness now leaking onto James' bed who doesn't stop staring at your innocence for a second.

"You're so wet for me already, gorgeous?" James teases as he swipes two fingers through your folds collecting your juices making you clench in pleasure. You watch him as he sucks your juices off of one of his fingers, leading his other one to your mouth allowing you to taste yourself as well. You sucked his finger dry, as he carefully watched you. "Mmm, I would like some more" You hear James groan as he leans down to your leaking innocence and shaky legs, slowly opening your thighs allowing him to have full access to whats been needing him the most. James licked your cunt once causing you to moan pathetically not caring about his previous demands. The pulling on your handcuffs and James' tongue ultimately exploring your sweet insides, driving you closer and closer to your high giving you a huge feeling of ecstasy sending shock waves through your entire body it was unbelievably astonishing.

"Knock, knock! I gathered everyone... Mr. march. We're ready for the meeting.." You hear a familiar feminine voice say in utter confusion as they hear your helpless moans from the other side of the hotel door. Your eyes opening wide in shock, knowing exactly what the psycho eating you out had just done. You feel him get up, you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds in pure embarrassment knowing what was to come as you see James unzipping his pants once more, sneaking his hands under your sweaty naked body to flip you over all in one swift motion. You were now faced down on the humid bed, your back arched in natural tradition. You look back to James slapping your ass.. hard. Causing you to close your eyes tight feeling the harsh sting as he kissed it afterwards. You later hear shifting sounds from behind, making you look back once again. You encounter James with a sharp classic knife in hand, pure lust in his eyes as you see his chest moving up and down aggressively. James had a knife play kink. He loved to see your body quiver in fear as he traced the blade down your body lightly cutting you at times, he admired licking your blood clean as you cry under his touch. He's James Patrick March, nothing too surprising coming from him.

"Are you ready for our guests, my pretty little thing?" Another rhetorical question drops from his lips. Your body aching in eagerness for James, you hear footsteps and whispers from behind you. You don't dare look in pure embarrassment. Closing your eyes tightly in discomfort you feel a familiar thick touch against your folds, making you softly whimper in need. James smashed himself into you not giving you any time to adjust to his size, rapidly thrusting and groaning against your powerless self, your orgasm soon approaching to the experience you were feeling. The crowd watching, James fucking you nonstop and pressing the blade up and down your back softly while you're handcuffed to the bed frame made the desirable experience surreal, making you cum. Your juices coating James' member as he pulls out to lick you clean and go back in. A few people from the crowd had left in disbelief and shock as a few others stayed to enjoy the show such as Mr. Wu and the pornstars, taking mental notes. James fucked you again and again, making you cum again and again until he was on his last round.

Round number 5.

Your body completely exhausted melting to James' aggressive penetration into your now sensitive warmth, made you beg for him to stop. Causing him to thrust a couple more times, before pulling out and nutting on your back. The warmth of his cum on your back giving you a feeling of relief. "Uncuff m-me.. plea- please.." you suggested barely even being able to speak. "Of course sweetheart, you should've asked before" he smiled at you innocently as if he wasn't going to punish you for if you asked such thing. He uncuffs you, wrists red and nearly bleeding, you collapse onto him and hug him tightly tearing from your exhaustion. James realizes you've begun getting vulnerable under him and asks everyone to leave.

"Bath?" James asked innocently, as if he didnt just made you cum 5 times all in one night.

"Yeah.. bath" you answer. Smile forming on James' soft cheeks, dimples appearing.

"Hey, can we not do that again?" you ask. James looks up from his blade which he had been fidgeting with to your face in confusion. "The everyone watching me thing." you specify. Causing a chuckle to fall from his lips. "You told me to, dear. Remember?" You then laugh, remembering that you in fact did tell him to, pushing him playfully which causes him to look up at you, serious expression on his face. You look at him also, breaking the eye contact quickly realising you've fucked up.

"Round 6?"

"Oh God, no James."