#yeahh naked

[pixiecaps]

Etoiles: I will maybe in one hour raid someone and like play naked. (Laughs)

Foolish: YEAHH!!! Wait new idea. New idea. Keep streaming but do that second part.

Ellum: Just get naked.

Tina: Foolish?

Foolish: What?

Etoiles: Foolish?

Foolish: (Smiling) Huh?

[nyxthejinx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

Guess who's back- yeahh Wrio altered my brain chemistry and i gotta cope with everything that just happened in the archon quest (iykyk). I haven't written in ages, I'm a bit rusty :')

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Slow mornings are the sweetest.

𝐓𝐖: Fluff (incredible, I know) nudity and intimacy in general (nothing too explicit, more on the romantic side), allusions to the night before, reader loves wrio's butt and is shameless about it (don't we all), mention of scars (wrio's), I tried to proof read it multiple times but my brain is fighting against me, lemme know if I missed anything

𝐅𝐭.: Wriothesley - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1056

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Eclipse - Pink Floyd

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 that his body is covered with scars, nor does he try to hide them. But the bedside lamp and the afterglow shed a new light on him, one that only you have the privilege of enjoying.

He sits at the edge of the bed, hands by his sides, sinking comfortably in the mattress. The slightest twitch of his muscles can't go unnoticed, not when everything is so slow and still as if time had stopped.

But that's what happens in the Fortress, no? Unless you keep an eye on the watch, minutes and hours blend into a placid flow, until you end up thinking you have all the time in the word.

That's why you lay down the clocks in the room, when darkness begins its descent up in the overworld.

Because you get to see him like this. Sleep ridden, quiet, a bit grumpier than usual. Shamelessly naked from head to toe, with the sheets thrown over his lap for the sake of decorum, as if you didn’t see and feel each other all night along.

This morning too, he stills for minutes on end, staring ahead and gifting you the precious sight of his toned back, now painted with marks and scratches fresh from the night. He runs a hand on his nape, down his shoulder and you know he loves the stinging carvings you left behind with your nails.

But your favourite part rests further down.

“You have a nice butt.” You mumble with a lazy smile, as you let your eyes wander to his lower back. “I ought to tell you more."

Wriothesley looks over his shoulder just enough to glare at you, but you know that fiery glimmer stems from amusement; the way his eyes wrinkle at the sides nullifies the frown creasing his brows.

He's lovely, incredibly entertaining whenever he tries and fails to hide his eagerness for compliments.

The man huffs through his nose, shaking his head before standing up. He holds the fabric around his waist, now covering his rear out of spite, as he rummages through the small puddles of discarded clothes on the room's floor.

You, on the other hand, aren't as diligent as he is. There's no hurry, no impending chores more important than this moment as you make yourself comfortable on your side, in the softness of your pillow —that inevitably smells like him too.

Only a fool wouldn't enjoy how incredibly clumsy he appears right now, fighting with the sheets and getting more and more impatient with every passing second that he can't find his underwear.

It's like admiring the dark side of the moon, knowing that no one else gets the same privilege, the same trust.

Which... Might be revoked after this little stunt you pulled.

"Looking for these?"

Wrio's head snaps towards you and his frown deepens at the sight of his boxers hanging from your hooked fingers. You smirk, backing away as far as you can, until he's forced to stretch across the bed and over your body.

You can't help but giggle and snicker, too amused and definitely too confident in the power you hold over him. You both know his pinky finger would be enough to turn the tables, but he wordlessly enjoys this silly game between you two, just like he adores seeing your petty smirk.

Oh, and how he loves wiping it off your face. If he only had more time, in this dreaded Monday morning.

Without much effort, he eventually grabs the garment. "Pervert." He mutters, pinching the skin below your ribs.

You flinch, chuckling breathlessly. "Mean."

But not wrong. You can't stop your eyes from drifting down, where the sheets have slipped dangerously low after all the fighting.

Everything, from his scarred pecks and abs, to his V line looks so... imperfect, gruff, hostile. He's a man who's rough around the edges, like the claw marks that decorate his throat; hardened by life, on guard all the time.

Untrusting.

And yet, he shows his back to you without much thought.

Even now, with his pants back on, he plops into his previous position idly, placid in his every move.

There's no need to check for threats, because there's none.

And you realise once again —like you do every day— that you're not ready for the sun to come up and for the moon to switch sides.

For him to glance back.

There's things that need to be done, affairs that only the Duke can handle, no matter how greedy and jealous of his presence you are. Your hands itch to wrap around his wrist, to pull him back by your side for another hour or two.

Wriothesley, on the other hand, spins along without thinking twice, as he adjusts his boots back on. Hadn't you known him long enough, you'd dare to say he doesn't yearn for you as much as you yearn for him, but it's the little things that speak in his stead.

It's the lazily unbuckled belt, the messy hair, wobbling around with his every little movement. "I'll do it later, for it means that we'll spend more time together" they say.

It's the blemished, vulnerable back, offered so humbly.

And suddenly you can't resist the urge anymore.

You navigate your way through the sea of sheets to wrap your arms around his waist, and your bare front against his back stops his motions altogether. Blurred memories from the early night flare up one more time, as your lips burn invisible seals on the skin of his shoulder. Every mellow kiss is so fond, intimate. Just for the two of you to feel.

Never have you felt a stronger sense of belonging. Not when he relaxes so easily in your presence and the world ceases to spin.

When turning his back to you feels so natural.

"Be careful, mh?" You kiss the crook of his neck again, while your hands trace the rough skin around his navel. "I want your pretty butt to be safe and sound."

Wrio's deep chuckle shakes his shoulders and chest, and you feel it deep deep deep in your own heart.

"Your wish, my command." He hums, his coarse fingers guiding one of your wrists to his lips.

The moon, you decide, is prettier when it's dark.

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[astralnymphh]

Pooks you r feeding me so good with all this vamp Ellie content I love you… I need the vamp Ellie somno neowww…

okay so.. somno vamp!ellie addon to this post ౨ৎ

so blehh, you've passed out, and ellie's got about say– 30 seconds before you arise? and that's just pushing the limit, but anything for a little fun story, hmm?

a swerve of ellie's cold steel–esque hand rides up the side of your face and cups it, keeping your head mostly upright. her other grip handles the hind of your thigh up to your chest, imparting her the space to grind raw on you, "fuuckk!," a grizzly howl clashes from her chest, head thrown back and torso tall as a willow tree, bucking her greedy little pussy all over yours. ellie is quite orientated when it comes to leveling at your clit, smushing hers perfectly against yours, the two little beads tamping on each other while her pussy lips smash and crease with wetness forming, gleam of heaven. squelch, squelch, squeelch, the sound most endearing– it excites every hormone in her body to surge. forget the sick habit, forget her guitar, the noise of sex banging and reek of pussy sleek carrying to her senses was a lullaby in itself– no, a lull, to release. grunts begin to enrage that girls' poor chords, expressing her pleasure in the utmost potent of moans, "uhhuhhh, f–fuck, that pussy good, best fucking pussy– ghnn, made for minee– ughhnn.." just as she fringes the line between cumming, fucking faster into you– the point of her thighs chafing red, butt clenching in with muscle grooves carving on the small of her back and up, a concentrated chisel between the likeness of pinched brows, and the short strings of cum that stick from her bushy labia to yours, draping the rise of your crotch with the unstable movement given. then, like a flipswitch, ellie cums. her orgasm resounds off the walls, pertaining to that of a ghostly grit as you begin to wake, blurry mist eating up your vision. "yess– fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" echoed between your temples, the only thing you could register of reality before a tug on your arm was evident, hand pryed open and pressed to her cold, dry lips, a drag of sharp fangs scratching your palm, little groans vibrating upon the skin. you croak, "els' mhh.." and attempt to push your hips up, failing due to the hale force keeping you imprinted on the sweaty, sopped mattress, skin slightly itching with that hot muck sweat plastered across your back. a squeak of lips pops off your palm, the hand grasping your wrist craning it down to the plush of your navel, cooing, "ahh, just woke up? missed s'much babe.." with a bedroom–eyed smile, accompanied by a one–sided smirk wrinkling a single cheek, which you were able to glimpse at now that the blur has washed away. you grumble, "mhh, oh, i'm fuckin' naked." you double your chin as you peer plumb to your splayed out body, widening your eyes to a globe. ellie giggles, "yeahh you fuckin' are– ohh, mhh.." and wiggles her pelvis sparsely, relishing the afterglow of her orgasm still aligned to your cunt, woozing her eyes slightly closed, sexily closed. ahh, but what's an orgasm without seeing your girlfriend reach it too? certainly, not of a filling nature. ellie perks her brows, sighing inward, "still want it baby? can eat ur' pussy." and chuckling dryly, fangs snagging out in her open mouth smile.

"please? l'mme eat that fuckin' pussy.."

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 9

pairing: dark!quinn bailey x fem!reader, tara carpenter x fem!reader, slight quinn x tara

summary: you and tara are in relationship, happy one, but what if someone thinks they can be better for you?

warnings: smut!!!, dark!quinn, begging, choking, biting, noncon, dirty talk, slut as a nickname, degrading, crying, mentions of blood, cheating, face slapping, quinn is threating with knife, pussy spanking, little dark!tara as well, not proofread, if anything else - let me know!

word count: 3.3k

an: i wrote this at my work and... yeahh, i basically got paid for this so i guess that´s a win! heh, i hope you´ll enjoy this. i think i need to write some fluff after this, or maybe just touch some grass outside, anyways... enjoy!:p

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Tara, please!" You whine out.

"Look who´s begging now, huh?" She smirks agaist your neck as her hand run all over you.

"Shut up and just-" For Tara´s height she was really strong, you´re not really sure if it´s because of her training with her sister, or because you underestimate her all the time, but the way she´s pinning you down right now is unbeliveble, and hot.

Tara´s hand slides up to your neck and it shut you up real quick, she makes eye contact with you and squeezes a little. "If you want something, you should ask nicely, (Y/N)."

Of coruse she´s teasing now, since you already made her cum two times tonight. And to be fair, you weren´t entirely nice about it either.

"So how it´s gonna be, (Y/N)?" She smiles at you.

You hate her in these situations, because she always gets what she wants. Always. It´s her stupid pretty face with stupid frackles and stupid big eyes, that make you melt everytime.

"Please Tara," she slows down her hand movements on your body, "I want you to touch me and just-" She starts to circle on your lower stomach as she listens to you very closely, "make me cum, please."

"Your wish is my command, love." She kisses you one more time and then slowly makes her way down, it was really easy access since both of you were completly naked.

Closing your eyes to feel the full pleasure was something you did often, but Tara wasn´t really satisfied with so little eyecontact so she bites into your skin, something that Tara did often to bring your attemtion back to her. Even in school, when you were reading a book for some quite time, she bit your hand.

As you open your eyes, Tara just gives you a small smile, indicating that you did very well. You´re needy as much as her, she just really needs to taste you and make you fall apart. And she did, she starts out slow, teasing you and mostly teasing your clit, she was the biggest fan of yours and she made sure you know it every day.

That night she made it known four times, before you were overstimulated.

After Tara cleaned you up, she noticed that you were already sleeping, which is a good thing, since the last few days were hectic and you barerly slept. She got up and made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh shit, you scared me, Quinn! I thought you´re at you Italian boyfriend." Tara chuckles.

"He´s not my boyfriend and I realized he´s not so good in bed, it was just his lucky day, the firt time we met, I guess..." The readhead shrugs as she sips on her water. "But you sounded like you had a great time, huh?" Quinn raises her eyebrow and Tara just blushes, real hard.

"Oh um... yeah. I though that no one will be at home, so we like-" Tara stutters and Quinn just laughs.

"Didn´t hold back, got it." Quinn nods.

"Yeah... can you not tell Sam? I mean she would give me some sex advices and I just really don´t want to hear it." Tara groans.

Sam knew you and Tara were dating for a few months, but after everything that happened a year ago, she was still very suspious of you turning into a big scary killer and kill everyone. Which is definetly what you´re doing as your after school activity every Wednesday and Friday. You even had a small arguments with Tara, one time she was on Sam´s side, the other day she was hating her sister for always being up her ass. Well let´s just say that dating Tara is little rollercoaster of emotions, but you wouldn´t trade it for anything.

"Won´t do and hey, bring your girl some water, I think she needs it." Quinn throws a bottle of water to Tara.

"Thanks! Goodnight, Quinn." Tara is still blushing like crazy, but she quickly dissapears into her room.

Quinn watches Tara go to her room, where you were sleeping peacefully after Tara made you scream like that. How much Quinn wanted to be there, to see you, to take care of you, to make you scream her name.

You and Quinn met after you brought some literature books to Tara. Which was few months ago and since that, she can´t get you out of your head. But Tara captured your heart first, but she know she can change your mind. And she will.

What Tara didn´t know was that the bottle she just caught was Quinn´s special bottle for her plan to work. And so far it was working amazing, Sam out of town for buisness meeting, you being dead asleep and Tara being so naive, which makes her vulnerable.

Quinn read Tara like a book, so she knew right away, that she will have a sip or two as well. So after Tara making you drink at least half of the bottle, you pass out back to sleep. Her lips touches the bottle too and she drinks the rest of it. And bang, she´s dead asleep too.

Quinn peaks into Tara´s room and smirks to herself, knowing she has the whole night for making the perfect scene.

...

You´re not really sure what time it is, but when you open your eyes, trying to ajdust to the light, you can´t see Tara in the bed with you, so it must be after 8AM, since Tara likes to go to the coffee shop for hers and yours favorites orders.

As you try to sit up, you notice you can´t. Your hands and legs are tied to the bed and you just let out a chuckle. You know that Tara is really open about trying out new things with you, but this is a big unexpected jump even for you. But to be honest you don´t mind at all. You still feel little sore, from yestreday´s action, but nothing you can´t take.

"Baby?" You say little louder, hoping she would get in the room immidietly. But there is no response. "Love?" You try again, but nothing comes from the other side, the doors are still closed. "Tara? I uh- I´m awake!" You get little imatient, as it´s been few minutes, on the bed, without your girlfriend, tied to the bed.

The door finally open, but it´s not your girlfriend. "(Y/N), are you oka-" you and Quinn look at eachother. "oh- sorry! I didn´t know-" Quinn turns around, ready to walk out.

"No, Quinn! Wait! I- Can you help me please?" You quickl say, before she can dissapear.

"Help?" She turns around. "I don´t want to get into, whatever you and Tara have..." Quinn lies, but you´re too emberassed to catch how her words came out in a sarcatic, harsh way.

"No, it´s fine. Uh Tara is not here and my hands are getting really sore, so... if you could just-" You nod towards the ropes attached to your wrists.

"Tara is not here?" Quinn tilts her head, playing innocent is really easy for her, but she can´t contain herself much around you, especially around your naked body, tied to the bed. Completly at her mercy.

You just nod, hoping you will get out of this situation quickly as possible.

"That´s a shame isn´t is?" Quinn walks to you closer, sitting on the bed next to you as her hand grab your wrist. "That Tara is not here." She looks at you.

"I mean... It´s just embarrassing." You mumble as you look at her hand on your wrist.

Why is it taking so long?

"Aww you´re embarrassed. Don´t be, look at you. Look at your body," her hand is now running from your wrist, along your sides, then back up circlening on around your nipples, "it´s perfect, (Y/N)."

"Quinn, what are you doing? This is not- Tara will come back." You try to move away from Quinn, but it´s really hard with the fact that you´re tied to the bed.

"Don´t worry, she won´t come back. Not now at least." The readhead whispers into your ear, which brings out goosebumps on your whole body. Your nipples are now hard, since you´re naked and the room is quite cold.

"Quinn-" you look at her in complete panic, you don´t know what to do, but Quinn does. She planned this to every single detail.

"Shhh, just enjoy it. I heard you last night, you sounded so good, but..." she moves closer to you and kiss you under your jaw, "I know you can scream louder than that, slut."

"Please don´t..." few tears start to fall from your eyes.

"Okay, if you´re not wet, I´ll stop. That´s fair, isn´t it?" She smirks, knowing damn well, that you gonna lose this one.

Fuck, you´re fucked.

You try to move your hips, hoping you could dry yourself up somehow, but you know it´s a lost fight already. You hate your pussy for betraying you like this. You´re body always wanted this kind of a treating, but you need your body to understand that this is not you Tara.

"Let´s see..." Quinn stand up and slowly trails her hand from your breasts, to your stomach and all the way to your pussy. "And look at that!" She smiles as her finger slips into you so easily. "You´re drenhced. You don´t like this, you love this, of course you do!" She pulls her finger out and brings it to her mouth, tasting you. "So fucking sweet. I don´t blame Tara for eating you out for hours, this taste is addicting!" She chuckles.

You try to get out of those restrains, but you can´t. "Quinn-"

"Zip it, I want to hear you scream my fucking name, when I make you fall apart, got it?" Quinn put her hand around your neck and squeezes hard, then she moves to sit on top of you as she begins to make out with you. As a protest you bite her lip, but that didn´t stop Quinn at all, it´s the exact opposite, her kissing gets messier as you can taste her blood on your lips, she´s more turned on. And sadly, you are too.

Her hand slips back on your pussy as she starts quicken her pace and you let out a moan. "See? Not that hard." Quinn mumbles against your lips. And it´s her time to bite your lip.

Fuck- this is so wrong, but it feels so good.

Her hand on your neck starst to get really tight as her other hand on your pussy is playing with you faster, so fast that you can´t hold it anymore. "Fuck, Quinn!" you let out the most pornographic moan of your entire life.

"Good fucking girl, I knew you will like this. Of course you do, you´re such a slut. My slut." She wispers into your ear.

You hum agaist her, trying to catch your breath was the only thing you can concentrate on, at the moment.

"And now you´re agreeing with me. See? I knew you will like this." She kisses your head. "Let´s show this to Tara, hm?"

Your eyes widen at the mention of your girlfriend. "W-what? N-n-no, I don´t think-" Quinn cuts you off.

"You´re not here for thinking, slut. Only for screaming my name, so now shut up and don´t move." She winks, knowing you barely can move a muscle.

After five minutes Quinn comes back with Tara tied to a chair. "Oh my god-" you scream. "Tara? Tara, baby?" you yell towards her, but Tara just looks up at you with tears in her eyes.

"Quinn let her go! Please," you whine, hoping that she will listen. "please." You start to cry more, already forgetting about the pleasure she made you feel a minutes ago.

"Jesus christ, you´re such a cry babies." She comes to you and slaps your cheek. "I will give you a reason to cry, if you continue, slut." Quinn´s soft hand make contact with your cheek one more time and you try to hold your tears.

You lay there completely naked as your whole body is shaking, you´re not sure if it´s still from the pleasure or the stress or the fact that you´re actually really cold. You look at Tara and you notice that she stopped crying too.

"I´ll make a deal with you two, if you," Quinn smiles and looks at Tara, "will fuck (Y/N) the way I say, do everything I´ll order you to do, then I might think about not killing you. If you won´t, Tara... bye bye, see you on the other side." Quinn takes a pocket knife out of her pocket and swings it next to Tara´s cheek.

"You can´t do that!" Yelling was a stupid thing to do, but in order to protect your girlfriend you would do anything. Quinn turns to look at you and she slaps you again. "Gosh, stop making me hurt that pretty little face of yours." She looks at Tara, but quicly turns back to you. "Are you doing this on purpose? Of course, you fucking like getting spanked!"

You blush at Quinn´s words. You fucking blush. "Tara..." your voice breaks as you look at your Tara, watching your naked body.

"Fine. You fucking freak!" Tara spits on Quinn.

Quinn smiles, "oh you two are so messy and I love it!" She swings her knife again, laughing at the two of you. "If you try anything, I´ll cut your throat like, understood?" Tara just nods.

Quinn unties Tara and immedietly points her knife at her. "I want you to eat her out. And you-" Quinn point her knife at you, "you better fucking scream, remember your sweet girlfriend´s life is on the line, (Y/N)."

Tara slowly moves towards you, "are you okay, baby?" she whispers to you and you just nod.

"Enough with the chit chat, get to fucking work!" Quinn yells as she sits on the chair next to the bed.

Tara just gives you a soft smile, something that used to calm you down, but not now. At least you´re glad that the both of you are okay... alive.

As she slowly put her hands under you, she draw small circles of reassurance, hoping it would calm you down at least a little bit. Clossing your eyes sounded like a good idea, at least now you can imagine being there with only your Tara, if that was the case, this would honestly be a very enjoyable moment for the both of you.

As her motuh got closer to your wet pussy, you could feel her breath on you, which brings the shivers everywhere and you let out a soft moan. Tara kisses your pussy, she did this everytime, you love how soft she can be in a dirty moments like this. But... both of you feel like this is a completly different thing, as you´re trying to stay alive.

Tara´s tongue start to go up and down, tasting you made her hums against you as you let out yet another moan. "Fuck, Tara-" your hips jerk at her skilled motuh.

"Oh none of that! You will moan my name, slut. Not hers. Come on!" Quinn harshly says.

"I-" all of your words left you, you don´t know what to say, it feel so wrong. But you want to survive this, whatever this is.

Tara´s hand squeezed you softly, giving you a sign that it is okay. You take a deep breth and at the same time Tara quicken her licks and you moan. "Quinn! Fuck, oh my fucking god!" You moan.

Quinn is smilling ear to ear as she knows how much fucked up thing she´s doing right now. But it took her so long to look at you and Tara, like she didn´t care, like she was okay with you two. But now? When her plan is perfectly made, she can do whatever she wants.

"Give the slut three fingers." Quinn orders.

Tara knows you never took three fingers with her, you´re too tight, she wants to protest, but she also knows the consequences of this decission. So without missing a single beat she slides three fingers into you. Shockingly it went in smoothly and you´re now a moaning mess, repeating only one word, "Quinn".

"Harder," another one of Quinn´s orders.

Tara start to pump her fingers in and out harder, making you whine at how harsh she is going. "That- hurts."

"Good, make it hurt." Quinn´s hand start to slide into her own pants and she was drenched, everything that happened today and is still happening was her dream.

Tara´s fingers were hurting you a lot, but at the same time you feel this pleasure that you never felt and it feel so good, your pussy is swallowing Tara´s fingers and she can feel how much you like it.

"Slap her clit." Quinn let out a shaky words as she was also coming closer to the edge.

And Tara did, so hard, that you think she´s letting out all her anger and frustration on you and you are correct. She don´t stop, she just contniues slapping your clit, until it´s Quinn who brings her out of it. "I think she had enough of spankings, Tara." Quinn chuckles as the sight of Tara slapping you was truly a masterpiece.

Tara stops, but you can tell by looking into her eyes, that she was still angry, sad, horny, but mostly furious with you and the whole situation. And Quinn could tell too, which was again something that just made her plan work, even better.

"Stop and sit on her face, let that little slut make you cum." Quinn notices how Tara´s eyes shift at that order, she was fucking with the two of you so effortlessly.

No matter how much you whimper or try to buck your hips, none of the girls cared, Tara just sits on your face and her hips start to move back and forth, not really carring if you can´t breathe with her pussy in your face at all. Your tongue start to get to work, licking as much as juices as you can, noticing that Tara is enjoying way too much. Noticing that her body is betraying you as much as yours do.

"Let it out, Tara. All these ugly emotions, let it all out." Quinn mumbles as she´s nearly there herself.

No need to say it twice, Tara lean in so she can reach your pussy and she start to spank you again. This time faster and harder, letting out all the anger from you screaming Quinn´s name, from all the moans that were supposed to be hers, but mostly from you being a slut.

And the fact that you´re very close to cumming just comfirms how big of a slut you are, not to Tara, but to anyone who is willing to touch you.

This moment was meant to be, as on the same time all of you cum from the pleasure you are feeling. Tara came all of your face, as almost suffocating you in her juices and pussy. Quinn came at the beautfiul sight infront of her and you came as a dirty little slut, from all the pain that´s Tara been causing you by her hand.

Quinn stands up and come closer to you and Tara. "You did great, my little sluts." She smiles.

Tara want to do something, but she is too tired to jump on Quinn and tackle her down, but she´s trying to come up with the best thing she can do right now.

"Don´t even think about it." Quinn put some fallen hair behind Tara´s ear. "Because I´m so nice and I want this to be more than just a one time thing, I made sure that you two will behave." She walks to the window, where she had her phone recording this whole time, but only the bed, so if she truly wanted to, she would manipulate this recording for her own use. "Because of this, we will have so much fun in the future, girls."

And now you´re truly fucked.

Thank you for reading!!!!

[missamyrisa2]

This blog reminded me that I guess i have a ticklish face. I like to trace circles on my cheeks with my finger and it feels really nice!

All this to the idea of you doing it to me and having my legs spread to you can tickle my princess parts (or whatever you call the pussy and nipples) with a feather <3

eeeeee I doooo the sameeee~!!

It actually started with this exercise I used to do where I'd stare at the mirror until I found something I liked, during a time when I never wanted to see my face. This was suggested by a girl who used to tickle me in the halls at school, who gave me a line which has always lived in the giggly collective part which was "you're always gonna be happy when you're with [her name], that's not optional". I didn't really start loving my face by doing that, if anything it started making me realize how weirddddd it is that I never see it. Buttttt it also made me realize my eyebrows were ticklish~! Because I'd trace them slowly with my pink nail and start squirming and giggling~ then it was my eyelashessss and the underside of my nose and ahhh yesss the cheeeeeks! Like, that line from the earlobe to the lips ~ acrosssss the lipsss and back around ahhhhhh!! It's a mini sparkle zone and I don't know why but it's always the pinky for meee ~ or a pen, as I found out in class once ~ and of courseeee the self tickle with makeup brushes. I never really wear makeup for a variety of reasons but most of all I could never apply it myself!

Which is to sayyyy I would be sooooo deadlyyyy teasyyy to youuuu my dear, having you all strapped sweetly into the salon chair as I ready all my softtttt brushyyy tooolsssss ~ Good thing this chair has those nice pads on the sides of your face so you can be an attentive makeover recipient ~ and your arms strapped with palms out and fingers down with your legs spread and you oooooh so naked? Well that's just a bonus makeover. Because I'm gonna do up your cheeks with my ticklyyyy pinkyyy in slowww circlesss while I explore your jawline and neck with this blush brushhhh ~ why yes, I am probing you with my wiggly tiny dainty finger so that I can brushyyy brush you back over that cute face. The best part of face tickles is literally inspiring the tickle faces! Oooh and a dusting for your nose tooooo~ and your earssssss yessss the earsss oooh it's sooo annoying those tickless huhhhh all fluffyyyyy dusty in your ears. How about those eyebrowssss yesss a lip brush is sooo perfect for thoseeeee just acrosssss one side and the otherrrr and ahh yess gotta twirly twirl on your temples tooooo~ and we wrap with the lippsssssss mmhmm just my fingertip gliding along those nervesss.

Why yes I do believe my red feather is making your nipplyyy acquiantance toooo~ yessss don't think I didn't see what all this attention did to your royal chest buttons ~ such a wantyyyyy thing such a neeeedy girl huhh? Yeahhh let's tickle that lip as you quiver and gasp and giggle. That feather tip is soooo nice right on your button huh? Tickle tickle tickle~~!! Awww there's a kissyyy for your cheeek toooo while we get the blush brush on that royal chest button ~ mmhmmm and let's blush up your cheeks while you blush and laugh so sweetlyyyy~ Is your sideboob ticklish? What am I asking, of course ittt issssss ~ mmhmm yeahh all sideboobs are ticklish, it's like a law of the universe. Sideboooooob~ ooh I gotta tickle you good now. You just tingle up around that pretty face for a sec because I'm tickling the fuuuuuuck outta these nipples nowwww ~ and ooh yesss a kissyyy lickyyy for each button tip tooooo while my fingers skitter these sidesssss~ ahh ah now calm down calm down. I know you're all preheated and worked up down there we alllll seeee itttt~ but you're gonna have to giggle for me real good on this pretty face firsttttt~

thennn maybe my cute red feather will visit your little wantyyyy pearlyyy down thereee yeahhh? How many giggles can I get going from earlobe to cheek to lip hmm? Up here now, up at these lips. Don't worry about your lips down there needy girl ~ my goodnesss you are a naughty lil thing. I wanna love on your pretty face and you just wanna moan moan moan huhhh? Moany moany moany you moaning myrtle well alllrightttttt I can't say noooo to a pretty girl with a pretty pearl can I? I mean I can butttttttt I won'tttt ~ besides your cute button is just everrrr so eager a volunteeerrrr which means it's a niiiice feathering for you up and down that swollen cute princess part. Aren't you just looooving your makeover? Mmhmmm yeahh. You tell me you love itttt you say pleeeease pretty pplease pretty miss amyyyy make me a gigglyyyy wantttyyy messsss ~ and I say yeahhhhhhhh. Let's just mmhhh feather up and down this pearlyyyyyy ~ blushyy brush this nipppleeeee ~ and kissssss this cute cheek till you give me what I wanna hearrr~ let's hear you begggg and plead for that gigglecum nowww yessss ask meee so sweeetly to make you make princess sparklesssss nowwwww~ let's get you alllll delighted and made over in ticklegasm~<3

[rafesgoldrings]

Congrats on 1K!!! You are a genius!!

could you please do prompt “don't rush it. the fun will be ruined then” with Rafe and edging, and stopping over and over again?

Thank you baby! So this does have a little degradation (I can’t help it😌) and Rafe calls the reader a dumb fucking slut, whore, kind of insinuates reader is a dumb bitch, orgasm denial, mentions of spit (only like a tiny little mention🤏🏼)

“Sweetheart, all this whining is just pathetic. I know you want to come, but don’t rush it. The fun will be ruined then” he spoke like it was obvious, like you should know better by now. He’s been denying your orgasms for an hour now, bringing you right to the edge and then stopping when you were about to cum. It was torture but you willingly agreed, begged him even. Of course he agreed, pulling out the remote controlled vibrator and sliding it inside you. He was having too much fun with it, setting custom patterns that he knew would push you to the edge in seconds that stopped entirely when you were right there. Putting it on full speed and telling you ‘you better not fucking cum or I promise you, you won’t cum for a month’.

“Hurts” you huffed out with a pout, arms crossing as you glared at him. He let out a scoff, walking over to the chair you were currently sitting in, ankles tied to the legs of the chair so you couldn’t close your legs. You were completely naked, arousal pooling in the chair from how wet you were.

“I don’t fucking care if it hurts. You wanted this, so be a big girl and take it yeah? Be a good whore and do as you’re told” you let out a small whimper at his words, watching him walk back to his chair and spread his legs with his arms crossed, leaning back slightly as he turned the speed up again.

You felt your whole body tense up, eyes rolling back into your head as you tried clamping your legs shut. “Are you really trying to close your legs baby? They’re tied to the chair, dumb fucking slut”

Your hips started grinding into the chair, something you thought was smart at the time but proving Rafe’s point that you were a dumb slut when it only pushed the vibrator further inside you. You could hear him laughing darkly and imagined that stupid smirk on his face as he shakes his head watching you. You were sure you looked pathetic right now, arousal dripping onto the chair, tied up, mascara smudged, hips grinding like crazy, mouth slack as small pearls of drool coat your chin.

“You wanna come baby?” you nod your head yes, almost bouncing onto the chair thinking he’s finally going to let you. He turns up the speed and you silently thank the universe that this is over, that feeling in your stomach growing until…

“Too fucking bad. I’m going to go make dinner, this is going to remain on. If I come back and found out you came without permission or took it out, you’re going to be so fucked baby. Do you understand?” your head was too fuzzy to answer.

“Answer me! Even dumb bitches are capable of answering questions they’re asked. Do. You. Understand?” each word being enunciated loud and clear as he walked up and slapped each cheek.

You nodded your head pathetically, watching as he gave you a soft smile and kissed your lips gently. “Good girl baby. What are you feeling for dinner? I’m thinking something with chicken, yeahh definitely chicken. You’re going to love it baby!” he says, acting like nothing had happened and he wasn’t using and abusing your cunt right now. All you could do was squirm around and let out whimpers, trying your best not to cum until he said.

[toomuchracket]

D-word making girlie watch him wank and just. not give her anything unless she does everything he tells her too like his personal porno. "Spread your legs for me baby, yeahh that's it" "Feel yourself up, cmon, you can do it harder m, can't you?" "make those pretty sounds, tell me how much you want me baby, fuckk that's my pretty girl" death.

-Lena xx

you're on tour, the weather is dreadful and the day trips for the day off have all been cancelled, and you've made the excuse of hanging out in matty's room to rewatch game of thrones together, which really means you'll be spending the day in no clothes and multiple positions with matty inside you in some way shape or form. the mutual masturbation happens a few rounds in, after a cig half-on the balcony turned into matty eating it from behind and dragging you back inside to bend you over and fuck you the same way, when you're sat naked against the headboard and your boyfriend is equally naked kneeling opposite you; at the sight of the hickeys blooming on your inner thighs, and you all glistening wet for him, he slowly starts to get himself off, groaning "fucking look at you, princess, all ruined and ready for me. want me to fuck you again, yeah, fill up that pretty little pussy? make it cum for me first, and i will. go on, baby". and you're desperate for him, so you oblige with a "yes, daddy", fingers sliding down your body to play with your clit while you touch your tits with the other hand - he likes that, rewards you with a "that's it, princess, keep feeling yourself up like that" and instructs you to "spread those gorgeous legs wider, baby, wanna see you fuck yourself. add a finger, go on... oh, good girl, just like that", while he speeds up his own wanking. and he wants to hear you, too, very "louder, darling, tell me how good it feels. put on a show for daddy, come on, add another finger, you can take it", tutting when you moan "daddy, want you to do it. doesn't feel the same when it's me" and saying "need you to cum for me first, princess, that was the agreement. but i like it when you beg"; of course, you do, whimpering pleas and "daddy i NEED you" while you speed up your fingering and rubbing your clit with the other hand, and soon enough the begging becomes "gonna cum, please, PLEASE let me cum, daddy". matty smirks, nodding like "good girl. cum for me, princess", moaning as he watches you fall apart and giving you no time to recover while he basically just uses you as a really pretty fleshlight to bring on his own orgasm. but you love it, little slut that you are. hot <3

[mess-with-legs]

Cupid loves you - Part1 ♡

HEYYYYYYY yes it seems like im not gonna throw away this project the second I started it hell yeahh!! Anywayyyys I hope you enjoy it! Pleassse let me know your thoughts or if you have any questions i would just love to answer them! And I hope you enjoy! Again I am not a profesional writer or anything like that so if it's kind of shitty I deeply apologise

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"Could I borrow your pencil?"

Literature class wasn't one of your favorite subjects, luckly, we were studying some poetry at the moment, and you just so happen to enjoy reading poetry every now and then.

I noticed my classmate sitting next to me, writting something that caught my attention. The teacher wasn't speaking, and I knew for a fact that it couldn't be any project or anything as such. If you who is reading this can make sense of what I managed to catch with a mere glimpse, perhaps you're smarter than myself. It read:

In my tail said the sun On my throat said the moon In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two naked doves One was the other and both were none

Cupid called for me again. "Sorry! yes of course, here you go" I handed over my pencil. I saw how hers was small, it looked as if she sharpenned it one more time it would cease from existence. We were still in the first week of class, how could a pencil be so worn? Perhaps she writes as a hobby...Or maybe she draws!

"What are you writing?" She closed her notebook, in a quick but clean movement. Turning her eyes to me.

"Nothing important. I just like to write."

"Is it a hobby?"

"Yes, writting words in paper has always been easier for me than speaking them outloud." It seems like you were getting closer, maybe she wasn't the mean girl you originally thought she was, maybe she was just shy and didn't know how to interact with others. At least that's what you thought until the class ended...

"Hey Barbie, think I could get your number?" Roman looked like the most stereotypical, one-dimensional, stupid boy you could ever imagine. He was the kind to smoke in the bathrooms, get in fights, sleep during class, disrespect the teachers... It never really bothered you since you had never spoken to him before, and he didn't seem to have any interest in starting a conversation with you either.

"Unluckly for you I still have standards. Why don't you go feed on some other dead meat? I have better things to do than to be seen around with..." She looked at him up and down. "You."

He was furious, yelling, ready to start a fight. She then grabbed my hand and began walking outside the classroom. It took me some minutes to notice it, but people across the hallways were staring at us, some with fear, other's with admiration. I had no idea why she had picked me as her friend, someone like Roman, despite being an asshole, was much more popular than me, surely he was the better option if this was a matter of reputation.

The light of the windows made her hair shine, everything about her seemed too perfect to be human. She was a sculpture, sculpted with precision, patience and adoration.

When I finally came to my senses, we were back at our dorm.

"Y/N?"

"S-Sorry! I had my head in the clouds haha..."

She got close to me, both of us standing in the middle of the room. She placed her hand on my forehead to check the temperature, but she took longer than expected. She stared at me, in silence, her gaze upon me was soft and warm. She moved the hand that was on my forehead to the side of my head, caressing my hair carefully. I didnt dare speak in that situation, something was keeping me from opening my mouth. Then, I saw her smile.

"Your hair is..." She then took a step back. "Sorry. I must get going now"

You were confused, you had questions, you needed answers! Why did she do that? Yet, you were still. Unable to move.

"I must go now. The cheerleader auditions will begin soon." She walked over to her closet and took out some comfortable sport clothes.

"...You are very welcome to come see me if you'd like. I would very much enjoy your presence."

With those words, she left the dorm, leaving me speechless. At least I was able to move now... Moving on, I tried to forget about the strange behaviour of my friend and instead focuss on something else, something like...Ugh, homework.

I took out my book, notebook and pencilcase. I had an assignment that I had to do by hand because certain teacher didn't like computers and simply couldn't stand a project made in a digital format! I decided to first write a draft in pencil, and once I'm satisfied with it, I will write it on a clean paper with pen.

"Wait, where's my pencil?"

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Shutterbug AU

[A while back I wrote an AU where Dew was a regular human who happened to fall in with the church and eventually became a ghoul of his own volition. Well, now, I'm back on my bullshit, and this time, instead of having him join the group right away, you get this.] Below the cut.

-Dew is a hobbyist photographer, he still does tech work/music as his main gig, but he also takes pictures.

Thing is, he tends to capture things in his photos that can't be seen by the naked eye, but he usually writes it off as him not being very good at taking photos, crappy lighting, etc.

Anyway, he's doing some behind the scenes sort of candid photography and takes some pics of the ghouls (Mist, Alpha, and Omega to be specific) because they asked him to get a couple for them to share privately with close friends/family, and Dew obliges, because why not?

Well, when he goes to look back at the photos, some digital, others on film for aesthetic purposes, something isn't quite right about what he's seeing.

At first, he pretends the photos got damaged/his SD card was fucked up, and the ghouls are bummed out, but it's whatever, and there's still some cool/fun background shots that made it out unscathed so it's all good.

But Dew is fucking terrified, because wtf?

-He manages to hide the other photos, fully intent on discarding them somehow, because he isn't sure he's supposed to see... whatever it is he's seeing.

So he makes the decision to burn them the next chance he gets, and, in the meantime, he's pretty insistent on NOT taking any photos of the ghouls, and keeps saying his cameras aren't working/have no memory left and all that jazz, which works for a little while, but then Omega gets suspicious.

Omega knows Dew is always taking photos of things, but he's being a bit sneakier/shy about it, and that's not like him at all.

When Dew finally does go to burn the copies he has of the photos... Omega films him doing it from a distance on one of Dew's own digital cameras and waits for Dew to sort through his camera and find the video.

But when Dew does find it, he doesn't even react, he just kind of watches it while Omega is sitting there, waiting for something, anything, any indication that he's even remotely nervous... but he gets absolutely nothing.

...Because Dew's camera is actually broken this time, as a result of him accidentally dropping it out of his bunk that morning.

-Anyway, it all kind of culminates with Dew being asked to take some pictures for Papa and, yeahh... It's kind of hard to say no to your boss, so he does.

And he makes a valiant effort not to freak out or panic whenever the photos come out ever so slightly off/messed up, and then the ghouls insist on taking a group photo with him in it.

Dew hands off his camera to someone else and they take the picture and... it's fine?

The ghouls all look like they do normally, and Dew is so relieved that he really does think it's just his own shitty skills/lack of talent, and while that's mildly upsetting, it's better than thinking he's taking pictures of actual demons.

However...

-At some point, Dew is talking to Mist about something, and brings up that he's thinking about maybe taking a class on how to take better photos, and eventually confides in her about how most of his tour photos were messed up or weird, and she asks him to show her.

So he does, and he explains that they only seem to come out that way when he takes the photo, but not when anyone else does, and Mist tells him to take a photo of her, then close his eyes and look back at her.

Suffice it to say seeing the irl flesh version of a still image he captured of a demon has Dew on a one way trip to the infirmary, because man passes the fuck out.

That's what I have so far.

[minispidey]

HIIIII I'd like to request for Jake since I know he's your FAVOURITE 🥰. Some fluff of him taking care of reader after a tiring day? Tucking them into bed, running them a bath, etc etc xoxoxoox

oH YEAhh hE'S OBviOUSLY mY FAVORITE 🤩 Screw u mushi Anyways.

SHOWER MASSAGES.

jake lockley x f!reader.

fluff. drabble.

"Amor, you there?" Jake knocks on the bathroom door before opening it and peeking. He whistles "What a sight." his eyes scanned your naked body.

"Jake." you let out a tired giggle "What is it?"

"Gonna join you." he began to strip out of his clothes, carelessly throwing them elsewhere. He steps into the shower and locks his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss on your naked shoulder.

"How are you, amor?"

"Exhausted."

He smirks before pumping the body soap into his hand "I'll help you out." Jake placed another kiss on your shoulder.

"Thank you, Jake."

Jake gives you a nod, the corners of his lips lifting into a small smile. He turns you around to face the wall and begins massaging the shower gel onto his hands, creating a rich lather. Slowly and gently, he reaches out to caress your back, the warm water continuing to cascade over you both.

His touch is firm yet soothing, his fingers expertly working their way down your spine "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Jake's touch remains steady as he continues the massage. He leans down to press a soft kiss against the back of your neck, making you squeal. His hands move with skillful precision, working their way up and tracing circles along your shoulders "Feels good, huh?"

"Oh, I love you so much." you smiled, turning your head a bit to look at him.

Jake's movements pause for a moment as he takes in your words. His eyes soften, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips "I love you too, mi vida." he replies, his voice filled with sincerity. He resumes the massage with more tenderness, his touch becoming even more gentle and affectionate "You mean everything to me, and I'll always be here for you."

[andr0nap]

just dropping in to say I absolute ADORE your art, your colors and backgrounds and everything is absolutely gorgeous and I was losing my mind a little at your entire "ice planet au". Like, the backgrounds?!?!?! The environments?!! I need to sit down with those for a few hours and study how you did them because !!!! its amazing?! Also the ptarmigan inspired Tomas are adorable and I wish to hug them. And!! Diversity in Tomas?!! YES! My biology heart is singing with joy

also. Also. Sea Slug Vash. The Design. Is. Impeccable. Deep sea inspirations are absolutely perfect for the whole multidimensional kind of eldritch thing and vibe he + the plants have going on and it is stupendous. I absolutely love it

Aaaand the centaur au, is just delightful and I love the designs and the details to their forms, from Vash and Knives having different biology that's distinctly different when you look at details but close enough that Vash can mimic being horse-ish. (The coat patterns are so pretty!)

And (mostly last thing) this piece: https://www.tumblr.com/andr0nap/723041602792210432/turn-your-gaze-upon-this-wretched-holy-thing?source=share

I am in awe. The lighting, the detail work?! It has the feathers of trimax but the plant patterning of stampede (and oh gods, the patterning, the detail, the glow--) and then Vash's damned hand?! You've got all the pieces plus the texture and I'm just staring. AND the symbolism! Like, you've got Wolfwood staring at Vash, though Vash himself is hidden from view, and I'm just ajkghdkghjkd

Thank you very much for sharing your art!!

BWAAA THANK YOU SM!!! youre so sweet aaaa 🥺🥺🥺💕

im so happy people like my little ice planet au!! im no storyteller but i love worldbuilding and biology and putting my faves in new environments!! i definitely want to get back to this au when i get past the fandom burnout bc i put a lot of thought into this and id hate for it to end up gathering dust

YEAHH!! you get me!! i love feathery angel vash with all my heart but theres something so charming about the naked slimy chicken slug (more of that coming soon in the backlog dump)

designing the unicorn twins was an interesting little challenge, trying to make them look horse enough to be able to blend in with the masses but also predatory enough to make you go hey wait Thats Not A Horse. vash needs to put more effort into making himself look harmless because A. he moves differently from an equine when he isnt putting up an act with his exaggerated gait and B. the prey part in my centaurs brains is alive and well and theyre a suspicious bunch by nature so seeing vash stalk towards them in his normal gait would set off a lot of alarm bells

and im happy you like that piece!! it was my proper full render for the fandom and im still very proud of it!!! (esp the prosthetic.. and the fact that i remembered to turn on the timelapse yippee)

thank you again for the sweet ask!!!

[ianthoni]

A: do you have to be completely naked to go pee as well?

I: i hope soo

A: do you wanna go help me pee

I: yeahh

I: i have to go pee too, we're on the same pee cycle

istg these two are crazy lmao

Also Ian's lips in this video 🫠🥵

[softhairedhotch]

also.... seeing that one reblog aaron fucking in his suit... while i'd love to unwrap my presents (aka slowly taking aaron's suit off piece by piece)... WWOOOOOOOFFFFFFF need that . it's so Hot and i bet he KNOWS what power his suits hold. like omg... what if there's this One Tie that he specifically just uses for in bed purposes only but one day he wears it to work (maybe laundry day n he got mixed up LMFAO). then you realise it while sitting in a meeting with the rest of the team and you just 🤨😳😵‍💫 trying ur best not to get distracted because u realised you became pavloved to the sight of the damn tie. n everyone around u is like ??!! damn, whats up w u today ...

then he calls u into his office like "hi sweetheart, are u ok? is something up? :-(" n u try ur best to be like YEAHH nothings up im fine 👍👍

but ur voice and eyes betray u n ofc your attentive profiler boyfriend will figure it out himself!!!!!!!! and he's just like 🙄🙄 my god... "tsk, my dirty boy. it's just a tie but you're /this/ riled up? ... go ahead, what are you waiting for? lock the door and strip... and look at me while you do it." im eating my fists rn AHHHHH

also i live for servicing this man but... like what if. you're just fully naked on the couch and he's still fully dressed in his suit... BUT AARON IS ON HIS KNEES with his using his mouth where you need him most 😭🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 the sight of a handsome strong man in his suit but on his knees looking all pretty 😭😭😭😪😪😪😪🙏🙏🙏

-🤲

MAN I LOOOOOOVE YOUR BRAIN SO MUCH FUCK

the tieeeee ohhh my god i love that sm, like he's just sitting there all casually as you're LOSING YOUR MIND bc he always uses it to tie you up or wears it so it's dangling between your bodies as he fucks you and AHHHHH then when he pulls you into his office and figures it out, he just needs to fuck you RIGHT THEN AND THERE. like the idea of him being fully dressed in a suit as he fucks you or makes you get all naked for him is sooooooooo hot omfg

like he closes the blinds and gets you all naked and has you on your knees sucking his cock and its just sooooo hot bc he's wearing that DAMN TIE and it's making you go insane as you try and get him off as fast as you can so no one accidentally walks in and then he eventually has you bent over the desk and he fucks you so hard with his large hand over your mouth so you don't make too much noise 🤭🤭

also him sayin "dirty boy" GOD NEED i need him to call me that and "good boy" and just anythinggggg that ends in boy because its just the hottest thing ever i need it

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS that is soooo good!! i loooove that sm like he's just taking care of you <33 he gets home and just neeeeeds his mouth on you and making you feel good but he doesn't wanna have to take his suit off 🤭🤭 but he looks so beautiful in his suit with his pretty eyes looking at you all 🥺🥺 as he gets you off AHHHHHHH he'd just look soooo handsome and pretty and hot and FUCK i'm gonna be thinking about this forever amen 🙏i mean its a thought i have always anyway but now its never gonna leave 🙏🙏

your brain is so big thank u

[missamyrisa2]

Taming Alex~

(this is a little differently toned than my usual stuff butttt I was just sooo inspired by my lovelyyyy friend K todayyy~<33)

Alex growled into the dark surrounding the frame to which his bent over wriggling naked body was affixed. "You don't scare me!" The glow of the overhead lights strategically blinded him to everything outside of the circle. His toes pressed to the cold floor, trying to find any sort of traction. "Hnnnngghh!! You're gonna regret this! I'm gonna wreck this place and you too!" With all his strength he angled his feet and pushed. Though his hair flew forward wildly, the padded frame wouldn't budge an inch. "It's okay to be scared of this beauty this beautiful strength this hammerrrrr!!" Thinking he was making headway, Alex bared his overconfidence and grunted deeply summoning all the strength to his biceps. The kick was a longshot but he was certain his arms were lock, that was where he trained the most, where he sensed the least restraint on the frame.

And yet~ the manacles on his wrists barely moved. His arms had been locked in such a way that all his strength accounted for nothing. "Eff...." He murmured, acknowledging for the first time he might be in trouble. Just as he looked up from his bent over position and realized his silver gray briefs hung tauntingly on a hook above, the sensations started~ "Wh~ what the fuck was thatt?!" He scowled and snarled out, legs trembling and exposed tush clenching. Again the gentle wispy touch breezed across his legs, from the back of his left thigh down to behind his right knee. Alex shook the frame, stifling a particular sound in his throat with a grunting grasp. "Stop it!! Stop that right now! You're dead you hear me!" The puffy soft sensation moved upward and began brushing back and forth up his quivering back thighs, as if saying oh yeahh? to his words. His prince part, poking out and gently padded on all sides through a hole in the frame responded with a little bounce.

The touch drifted down and lingered behind his knees, teasing incessantly, waiting out Alex's defiance. "Get off that!! You're just embarrassing yourself! I'm gonna break this fucking thing and burn up whatever the hell that is! GHhahaharghhh!!" Growling squeaks escaped his quickly panicking face. He tried to fight the sensation of his blushing cheeks and neck, feeling the hot bloom of humiliation as he was made to make such silly noises. The teasing touch moved up again and split, gliding along the circles of his bouncing tight tush. Alex tried in vain to bounce it away, pushing back and pulling forward, trying every bit of movement he was afforded in this highly exposed position. "Don't touch my aaaahhhssss!! That's my assssettt! This all you got? You got nothing! This is cake! You're a cake face haha!"

And just as more sounds began, his eyes focused on a figure in the shadows. Maybe his eyes were adjusting, maybe they had moved closer while he spat out his retorts. He could dimly make out the feminine curve of their figure, an animal print pattern in the shadows. "A girl." His lips curved into a smile, though very visibly forced as he tried to bolster his confidence. "You're just a silly girl aren't you. Went and caught yourself a beast! You're enamored by my body huh? Well don't worry sugartop, just let me down and we'll figure this out. I won't even hold it against you. I know you like what you see." He tried his charm, nodding below to the semi-hardon he'd been sporting since he caught a glimpse of her figure.

The deafening silence made the tough guy feel a lot less tough. Her face was obscured both by the intentional shadow and what appeared to be an elegant mask. But he could swear by her body language, a hand resting on her thick waist belt, she was smirking in his face. "Just... okay. Look, you're in over your head. It happens to the best of us. This capturing um, torturing thing? It's not your bag. Look, I've been here for what a half hour? You've got nothing from me. Me, I would have you singing like a bird. You look like a pretty thing so let me show you how it works."

Gaining no momentum with his new angle, Alex tried his strength again. He tried it more as a sound broke the otherwise silent room. "Whatt! What the fuck is thatttt!" He struggled, trying to look behind as the sound of machinery started up with a whine, and an approaching hum. His leg muscles flex and fought, trying to pull away as the sound grew closer. The shadowed feminine figure in front watched intently. "Nooo. No!! No oh please no!" Alex snarled in frantic hysterics, hearing a second sound start, the unmistakable buzz of ~ vibration~

"Don't come any closer! Keeep it away! Oh my god not thatttt!" His plight and pleading going unheeded by the merciless machinery and its equally unwavering operator. The swishy soft sensations returned at his tush, taunting his wiggling rear as the buzzing nubbin drew closer and closer. "Fuuuuckk youuu! I'm nottt gonna unnnhhhh!!" Alex lost his growling protest as the shiny oiled up vibrating toy nestled itself between his protesting tush cheeks and kept going on its mission for his honeyspot. The snarls interspersed with squeaks from the soft touches were met with reluctant moans.

The frame shook as his body was wracked with sensation. The girlish figure in the shadows didn't budge. "Turn it offff!! I'm gonna kill you you biiiiitch! Plehehaunnnhhh pleauuuhehe pleauaseee no more!" The vibrating tool buzzed in, carefully touching on his hidden button making him thrash and moan out trying to clench and fight the sensation. That slightly swollen prince part had become a raging throbbing king very quickly. He could tell this was what she wanted. Her figure wavered slightly in excitement. Now he could see she was holding a remote. "Don't push itttt!! Pleeeasee don't I'm begging you!"

She deliberately moved with slowness, showing a scrunching finger as it carefully moved down towards a button. "Just just justttt okayyy! I'll tell you anything just please dontttt unnghhhhh fuckk youuu!! nnnhh unnhhhh ghhhahahahddd!" His pivoting from begging to protests melted to a submission of whimpers when she pressed the button and the toy began sliding in and out of his tush, pausing occasionally and going right back in to mercilessly vibrate his hidden honeyspot~ and all the while the puffy sensations ~ care of pink tools which he couldn't see but certainly suspected were such a color ~ twirled and glided along his trembling thighs and kneepits and booty~

Just as the toy started spinning and humming at a high speed on his button, and his prince part throbbed madly right at the brink of release ~ the machines leveled off, the vibrations stopped and the toy retracted with a clunk. The swishy sensations barely moved, just wisping on his overloaded skin. "Unnnhhh~!! Noo noooo don't leave meee like thissss! That's unnnhhhhh~~" He whined and carried on, hands grasping at the air for attention. She watched on silently as his royal rod tingled and ached and begged for more in its little soft cradle. He tried to thrust, tried bouncing, tried everything to get back to the edge. "FFF come onnnnnnn~!!" But it was no use. He was gradually gliding off and being led backwards~ and sealing the sensation was the sudden feeling of hands goosing his rear playfully.

"UNNGHHHFffFf NHHH unnhhhghhh!" The sounds of frustration grew, and gave way to a pure wantingness which he couldn't deny. Her beautiful form right there, the machine which had been stimulating him. He wanted that attention. He was so agitated and worked up. But he wanted it, wanted it so badly. "Just make me cum pleaseeee!" He finally begged out.

"Bad boys don't get to cum~"

she finally responded, her voice both irritating him for its content but alluring his body with that matter of fact tone. He thrashed and screamed out as she mashed a button in front of his face, sending the vibrating tool full speed back to his honeyspot, that most hidden sensation he kept secret. His pleading begs were mostly nonsense through his rush of gasping whimpering moans. The teasing tools twirled and spun and taunted his backside, following every motion to keep his moans interrupted with squeaking giggles. She held the remote right by his screwed up face, showing as she'd raise and lower the vibrating intensity and speed, keeping him guessing, keeping him completely at her whim.

Another edge down, he pulled weakly at his bonds, toes curled and skin pink from overstimulation. His prince part ached and throbbed once more, pushed right to the brink and left to suffer the tingles. "PleeFFFFFFFAA" he barely got a beg out before she hit the button again sending the vibrator back in for a moment just to make him scream. "I juuaHAHA!" and again sending the puffy tools to tease at his inner thighs for a tickle when he tried to form words again.

After more rounds of the edging teasing treatment, he was lost for words, merely whimpering a mewling sound as she stood in her position remote in hand. She set her remote aside and picked up a feather taking it to his royal part, still throbbing from the last edge. The melted begging pleading was nothing but squeaks and weak moaning gasps as she tormented his swollen rod with that mean feather, carefully tickling under the tip mercilessly~

It felt like an eternity, her teasing torment on his part. He could only lay there and take everything she gave. And he couldn't help but wannnnnt everything too~ dimly aware he'd been moved, Alex glanced up in the dark room, the surface beneath him soft and silky. He sensed her nearness, and began mewling for her desperately. She nudged his upper body back and pinned his leg. He weakly fought, trying to get away, trying to push her off. Her hands moved his back and that was the end of it. With a needy sound, his back arched as he began slowly stroking his manhood ~ and once again working him to the edge before leveling off. He dizzily tried to rise up and was pushed back down, tried to reach for his aching part and was blocked. He could only lay as she watched him tingle ~ before starting her teasing bullying again~

[jellyblitz]

GOOD GRIEF HE'S NAKED!

BY JOVE!!!!!!!! yeahh ermm ill take him clothes shopping later....

[theshakykid]

En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 4

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: None.

Cindy Sherman.

One of the photographers considered to be a part of the 'Pictures Generation'.

Sherman's photographs of feminine vulnerability and sexuality is extremely detailed and still extensively studied at famous art institutions.

Her Untitled Film Still #52 is Peter's favorite. Something about the photograph exudes sensuality and passion.

Of course, disclosing this information to anyone is bound to welcome mockery.

"Yeahh, no. You're just horny," (Y/N) grinned.

"No, you don't understand. This picture right here, is one of the greatest art pieces ever made," Peter argued.

The huge frame hung on the walls of the ship's cargo hold. Peter and (Y/N) came across the photograph during their adventures aboard the ship.

"You art boys are the same. Gawking at naked women in the guise of studying human anatomy," (Y/N) teased, walking past the frame to another similar photograph. "What's this? Another nude? What's the so-called story behind this art boy?"

"That's from Julia SH. She's an award-winning artist."

(Y/N) shook her head and laughed before moving on to the other cargo on the ship.

"This is more boring than I thought. There's nothing interesting here," (Y/N) remarked.

"Hey, the photos were plenty interesting."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and marched out of the cargo hold. "How about we sneak into the bar?"

"Why are we sneaking? We are of age."

"Because it's fun. Come on."

(Y/N) and Peter tip-toed past the security onto the main deck and slinked into the bar.

"Okay wow, this place is louder than I thought," Peter yelled over the music. (Y/N) pulled him by the arm and walked to the bartender.

"Two shots of tequila please," she ordered.

"Uhm (Y/N), I don't really want to drink right now."

"Oh, come on! Let loose a little, art boy."

Getting drunk and endangering the mission was the last thing Peter wanted. But it's been sometime since he let himself relax and forget everything, so maybe just one shot will be fine.

"Fine, I'll take just one."

Peter chugged it down and asked for another. A recipe for disaster but he was already in too deep to care. He looked over at (Y/N) to see her downing her third shot. She looked cute with her (H/C) hair tied up in a ponytail, grinning at him like he's all that she sees.

"You know, it's been sometime since I've smiled like this," she said, her jolly smile turning into a poignant one.

Peter didn't know if he should ask her to elaborate or just leave it at that. He decided to hint at it later, when she wasn't drunk out of her mind.

It was probably on the fifth or sixth shot when he came.

"(Y/N)?" a gruff voice sounded from behind Peter.

"Sean! I didn't know you were here," (Y/N) exclaimed drunkenly.

Peter turned around to see a young man, around the same age as him. His green eyes drooped a little, his steps a little tipsy. His white t-shirt stretched around his chest and his blonde hair was scuffed up.

He was a lot more handsome than Peter.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you either. I thought you didn't like drinking. Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Peter. He's here for some business thing. Peter, this is Sean. He is my fiancé."

Oh, she's engaged.

"Looks like you guys are having fun," Sean remarked distastefully.

(Y/N) draped her hands over the counter and gestured at the bartender for more shots, completely ignoring Sean's glower.

"Hey (Y/N), I just remembered I have something to attend to, how about we meet up again later?" Peter said. Sean is definitely not glad to see his fiancée with someone else.

"But we just started! Stay for some more Pete. Come on Sean, tell him," (Y/N) pleaded.

"It's ok (Y/N), we'll see him again later. Thanks for taking care of her Peter," Sean jeered.

Peter nodded and left, his cheeks burning. He walked past the numerous rooms to his own.

He swiped the key card and opened the door to meet a tired Ned on his couch.

"Hey Peter, how was your date?" he jested.

"Good, if you count running around the ship a date. Oh, and she's engaged Ned. Engaged," Peter huffed, slumping down on a chair.

"Wait, what?" Ned exclaimed, sitting up straight. "But she looks so young."

"Yeah, and she is young. But that's not the problem here, is it? Anyway, it's just a slight infatuation. She's attractive, yes, but she probably hates Star Wars or eats Hawaiian pizza or something."

"Right. Keep pretending. So uhm, I have the Lego Death Star in my room. Do you wanna help me put them together? I mean, assuming you're a Star Wars fan because you like, mentioned that-"

"Yes! Distract me, Ned. I think I'll die of disappointment," Peter dramatized, his hands falling over his eyes.

"That's sounds so wrong, but whatever. Come on, let's celebrate your rejection," Ned laughed, dragging Peter out the room.

"Wait, how did you get into my room?"