#AND i want his hair down in his underwear pics and up for the rest of them

[spadefish]

going to finally make a glenn ref on the off chance that i ever have commission money again LMFAO... the problem is i want "canon"/medieval AND modern refs so i'm going to have to draw like. six outfits

[louisferrignojr]

hello 911blr here's another little snippet of my fake dating au. it's going so slowly. but at least it's going!

Buck catches his attention pretty much right away − Tommy’s gaze is immediately drawn to his ridiculously plump, pink mouth, before taking in the rest of the picture. He’s frowning at the camera, almost like seeing his own reflection mirrored on his phone’s screen through the front-facing lens is offending him, somehow, and why would this guy choose that picture to be front-and-centre on his dating profile? Still, his messy, curly hair, and the scruff on his jawline, and − the ridiculous lips − are hard to resist. Tommy taps to check out the rest of his pictures. In one, he’s clean-shaven, wearing a white hoodie, smiling so big and bright, his gaze somewhere behind the camera, probably fixed on whoever was taking the picture; then there’s another frowny selfie right after that, taken inside a car, with a seatbelt across his chest and a black Labrador resting his little head on the guy’s shoulder, and okay, that’s fucking adorable. Tommy can’t help but smile − but that only lasts until he reads the guy’s bio.

hello grindr i’m not gay (but i’m an ally!) anyway i need a fake boyfriend to be my date to my parents’ stupid anniversary party because they told me not to bring “another new girlfriend” so i’m just trying to comply with their request :-)  in return you will get an all-you-can-eat-buffet and open bar. or anything else you want (short of sexual favours)

Yeah, that tracks. These wholesome-looking guys always come with at least one red flag. And this is a fucking massive one. 

Tommy bites down on his lower lip and tells himself he’s not actually thinking about messaging, but he knows he’s lying to himself. He tries to weigh the pros and cons for all of five minutes before he thinks, fuck it, and decides to send a message. What’s the worst that could happen? With a deep exhale, Tommy taps on the little message button and types out the only logical opener he can think of.

tommy: if you can prove you’re not a catfish, i’m more than happy to be your fake date

buck: how do i prove i’m not a catfish? buck: you can look me up on instagram. i’m buckley92

tommy: hah, nah, that won’t do. it’s gonna have to be a dickpic i’m afraid. with today’s newspaper of your choice.

buck: who the fuck is still buying newspapers buck: fine. give me half an hour

Tommy puts his phone aside with the biggest grin on his face. If nothing else, it’s been entertaining, at least so far. He still doubts this guy is real, or his request for a fake boyfriend isn’t just a thinly veiled excuse for a curious-but-still-firmly-heterosexual guy to go venturing in the most notorious dating app for queer men − which is entirely unnecessary. 

He gets to his feet and goes about cleaning up the mess in the kitchen he’s been successfully ignoring for the last 24 hours, and puts a load of laundry on, knowing he’s running out of clean underwear, and he’s settled back on his comfy couch, ready to dive back into Small Town Horror when his phone pings with a new notification, and Tommy grins when he sees it’s another message from Buck.

It’s a selfie of the same man from the profile pictures, and instantly Tommy exhales with relief. He looks a little different in this picture; younger, somehow, and it might have something to do with the haircut he’s currently sporting, and the lack of product in his dark blonde hair, letting the curls loose. Tommy wants to run a hand through his hair, but he files that away into a far away corner of his mind, as his gaze drops to the dramatically pouty expression on Buck’s face. He’s holding a copy of Los Angeles Times, which has the words ��TOMMY FROM GRINDR MADE ME DO THIS” written across the front page in thick black marker. There’s a message sent right after the selfie that reads “will this do or… do you still need the dick pic?”

tagging some interested people

@osh-my-prince @apartmentsmoke @repressedqueen @jewishbuckley and i can't remember who else i might have talked to about this???? if interested in future updates drop me a comment and i'll tag you🫶

[jsfix]

Tease

Kinktober Week One - Ruined Orgasm

Pairing: x Reader

Summary: you send your boyfriend a mirror pic while he’s on patrol

Warnings: MDNI, this is my first time writing smut/kink, reader with a vagina but no pronouns or descriptions, reader wears their bfs shirt, oral + vaginal fingering (r receiving), teasing, lots of commas probably, sexting ig, he’s kinda mean, it’s not discussed but they do have a safe word, you don’t come.. obviously. I think that’s it pls tell me if i’m missing any thx

WC: 975

AN: this was originally meant to be a Tim fic but then I was like ‘thiiis doesn’t sound like him’ so it’s for whichever bat boy yall want it to be :) feedback is appreciated and welcomed!!

~

This was not your fault. Really. It wasn’t. Sure, you may have sent a slightly risqué photo to your boyfriend while he was out on patrol. But it wasn’t even that bad! Just a tasteful mirror pic of your upper half - messy hair, his favorite crop top hiding your chest but showing the expanse of your stomach down to where the picture cut off at your panty line. But you only sent it because that morning he had woken you up with a trail of kisses down your neck, hands wandering across your thighs inching closer and closer until - the alarm went off. He pulled away and, upon seeing your reaction, gave you a grin as he got ready for the day. 

That was fine. You got ready for work and went about your day. Until he’d sent you a voice message at the end of your lunch break that had you feeling really glad you’d decided to put on headphones before opening it. His moans flooded your ears, you could hear the wet sounds of his hand moving up and down his length, the hitch of his breath just before he was about to come. He came with a loud groan of your name. 

So, yeah. It’s not really your fault that you’ve been.. frustrated all day. One thing you could blame yourself for, you suppose, is forgetting that you can’t out-tease the tease. 

There was a glint in his eye, a slight smirk on his face when he came home. He found you on the bed, eyes raking up and down your figure as you smiled innocently up at him. 

“Hi, honey,” you said sweetly, “how was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, moving to take off his suit. 

You stood up to help him as you usually did. It was kind of a night-time routine. You couldn’t sleep while he was out protecting the city, your mind refusing to relax until you saw him again, safe and, mostly, unharmed. You’d catalogue any wounds he had before going to the first aid kit to get the supplies you needed. Tonight, though, he only had some bruises. Humming in approval, you looked back up at him. 

He took your face in his hands, smiling down at you before giving you a sweet kiss, then another kiss, rougher this time. You rested your hands on his bare chest as your kisses grew more and more intense. 

“Got my text?” You asked when you pulled up for air. He didn’t answer, that glint in his eyes returning as his mouth moved down to your neck. You sighed as he began sucking the skin there, hands reaching up to tug at his locks. 

His hands found your hips, pushing you gently until the backs of your knees hit the bed frame. He followed you as you laid back on the mattress, continuing to leave marks. He continued his kisses down your body to your clothed chest, taking a nipple between his lips over the fabric and sucking. You let out a moan. 

“Love you in my clothes,” he muttered, his hand coming up to cup the other side of your chest, kneading it. 

“I know.” His lips quirked as he switched sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, hands caressing your hips as they jolted when he bit down. 

“Fuck!” You breathed out, moving your hips to grind against his before he pressed down on them, trapping you against the mattress with a tsk. 

“Slow down, baby,” he cooed, lips pressed against your stomach, leaving marks on his way down. He stopped right when he reached your underwear, avoiding where you needed him to suck at your thighs. You whined his name, fighting against his hands trying to find some friction. 

“God, you’re so needy,” he teased, biting down on your sensitive skin then using his tongue to soothe. 

“So desperate.. is that why you sent me a nude on patrol?” 

“It wasn’t a nude” you groaned out before deciding to mention his text from earlier that day. “And what about your-” you moaned as he finally brought his lips to your clit, pressing a kiss against it. 

“My what?” He smirked, this time licking against the wet patch on your underwear just as your lips parted. You gave up on trying to speak, moaning again sucked your clit through the fabric. 

“Please,” you moaned his name, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” He took off your underwear, fingers just barely pressing against your clit, making you whine as you tried to move your hips to make contact only for him to pull away. 

“Okay,” he snickered, moving back down to stare between your legs, parting your lips and watching you pulse, slick pouring out of you.  He let out a groan before taking your clit between his lips. 

The press of his tongue moving up and down your slit made moan, hand reaching again to tug at his hair, tugging harder as he slid a finger inside of you. He moaned into you, his own hips pressing against the bed to chase his own pleasure as he thrusted a second finger inside. 

The pleasure was overwhelming - your back began to arch, stomach tightening, hands tugging harder at his hair. Just as you felt yourself about to come, he pulled away from you with a groan. You cried out his name in frustration.

“Baby,” He ran his hands against your thighs soothingly, voice soft as he called your name, “You okay?” You nodded, your breathing calming as he wiped a stray tear from your face. “Maybe that’ll teach you not to tease.” He laid a kiss on your forehead before heading towards the kitchen to get you a glass of water. It wasn’t until he came back that you noticed the wet patch on the front of his boxers.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩

pairing: slightly subby chan x gn reader (it’s not daddy!chan? ooooh who is she?)

genre: smut

warnings: oral (m.receiving), semi public, reader is called baby, unedited

an: what is this? idk. i just wrote it, right now, in like 10 minutes. needed to get the thoughts out of my head. did it help? no. ngl, lowkey inspired by this second pic. no i will not be explaining further.

masterlist • kofi

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“baby, what’re you—“

he was shocked as you knelt before him, hurriedly unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down his thighs. you palmed him through his underwear, excited.

“baby there are people in the next room over.” he warned. “the guys.. these walls are thin.”

you didn’t care. let the guys hear you. all you were concerned with at this point, was having him in your mouth.

“we really can’t—“ he tried to reason with you, but his words were cut short as you pressed your lips to his clothed erection. you kissed and licked and ran your teeth along his covered shaft. you needed him so bad you lost sense of yourself and just started nuzzling your face into the fabric.

you were drooling, his underwear practically soaked through. “baby.. please—“ he whispered. and you weren’t sure if he was begging you to stop, or begging you to keep going. you looked up at him and his worried expression kept flashing between you kneeling between his knees and the door. he knew this was wrong. knew that you both could get caught. but he was losing his rational thinking the more you rubbed against him.

you hooked your fingers around the elastic of his boxers and pulled. the material slid down his thighs and his cock sprang free. you wasted no time and immediately attached your lips to his length, your tongue caressing the large vein that ran from his balls to his tip.

you took him in your hand, holding him next to your face and planting little kisses up and down. “you.. want me to stop?” you asked.

chris’ knuckles were white as he clung to the arms of the chair. “we- we could get caught.” he said, breathless.

you slowly took his tip in between your lips, gently sliding your tongue through his slit. “but i want to suck you soo bad..” you said, giving him your best doe eyes and soft voice. “can i suck your cock? please?”

you stroked him lightly, turning your attention to his balls, softly sucking one into your mouth. his head fell back, his mouth open. “fuck—“ his voice cracked. “o—okay.”

you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly licked a stripe from base to tip. once at the top, you took all of him into your mouth, gagging around his length. he could feel your breath against the small hairs at the base of his cock, could feel your throat contracting around his tip, could feel your spit dripping down his balls. his hands twitched, wanting so bad to be tangled in your hair, pushing you further down, forcing you take more of him.

your hands gripped his bare thighs as you worked him, making a mess of the fabric of his desk chair underneath.

“baby..” he whined. “baby.. fuck.”

his left hand balled into a fist, banging against the arm rest, trying his best to contain himself. he needed to be quiet. but all he wanted to do was moan and cry and whimper for you. wanted to tell you how good you were making him feel. but all he said was, “gonna- gonna cum.” his voice was high pitch and breathy, the sound almost watery as he held back tears of pleasure.

your hands found their way under his shirt, your fingertips toying with the ridges of hard muscle. gripping his abdominals, you took his cock as far as you could down your throat.

with a broken whimper of your name, he released down your throat and you swallowed every drop greedily. you made sure not to miss a single bit, even licking your lips afterwards.

you pulled his underwear back up, along with his pants, securing the button. you stood and attempted to fix his hair from poking up every which way. you kissed his forehead. “alright.” you announced. “back to work. there’s an album to finish.”

he looked at you, dumbfounded. his eyes wide and glassy, almost like a puppy. “but what about you?” he asked, still catching his breath from his orgasm.

“i’m okay, channie.” you kissed him one more time before heading for the door. “helping you get off like that is enough to satiate me.” you smiled at him, opening the door and giving him a little wave as you exited. “i love you. i’ll see you at home.”

the door clicked shut behind you and chan slowly turned to his computer, blinking slowly, trying to get the words to come into focus.

♡ pls reblog if you liked it! it truly helps a lot and makes me smile :) ♡

©hyunjins-orange-slice-too i do not give permission for this work or any of my work to be translated, copied, or reposted.

[apricotgojo]

Boyfriend Choso headcannons !

ㅤ♡ Content: Gender neutral!Reader, tooth-rotting fluff, mention of nicotine, just down bad cute boyfie choso ~ SFW ★ A/N - ilovehimsomuchthisisjustpurebrainrot

He's definitely the type to make those lock screens of cute photos of you where the picture changes with every tap of the screen - and all of them are photos which you thought you looked absolutely horrid.

Choso NEEDS to be touching you in one way or another when you're next to him - be it holding hands, locking pinkies together while you walk, letting his hand rest on your thigh, putting his head on your lap or even just grabbing your legs and putting them across his lap just so you can sit comfortably on the couch with him.

Choso has never and will never let you light your own cigarette. It's basically just a silent understanding between you two at this point that you light up both cigs at the same time while he holds the lighter in the middle.

He will send you random photos throughout his day of things he does; random bowls of cereal, him looking annoyed with a cig between his lips with the caption 'bored', pictures of flowers bcs they remind him of you, pictures of cute cats and dogs he encounters outside and oh we cannot forget about the delicious gym mirror pics he sends you where he's shirtless, hair down and has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth with just 'done ;)' as a caption.

his Instagram is basically just you. no profile photo, no bio just photos with you, of you, you and your cat and every story is about a moment with you.

EVERYONE knows he's in a relationship. He will bring it up in every single conversation he has undoubtedly. "Nice weather we're having." "Yeah, my partner loooves the sun" or "I think i feel sick" "My partner felt sick 5 days ago, actually."

You guys have the cutest but cringiest nicknames for each other and have made up your own nonsensical language.

his favorite nicknames for you are "bunny", "baby", "love of my life," "love -bug", "pretty"

Choso 1000000% uses a baby voice with you and he acts like a little baby when you guys are alone.

he insists on getting matching everything - keychains, rings, shirts, underwear.

If you mention that you remotely like something just prepare yourself to get something related to it the next day. "Choso, why is there a big ass block of brie in our fridge?" "You said you liked it at the restaurant yesterday so i got it." "I said i liked many things at that restaurant Cho~" A small smile, "I know." That's basically how you ended up with a new set of plates, an unholy amount of homemade bread and 3 bottles of vanilla handsoap which smelled exactly like the one at the restaurants bathroom.

although he's quite reserved and quiet in public, with you he can actually be all goofy.

car rides with him are great -he's grabbing your hand between gear changes and loudly singing and dancing with you to your favorite songs.

your tiktok drafts are basically just you and him doing cute couple trends,

he WILL rap along to sexyyred with you every time she comes on AND he will put his entire Chosussy in the dance with you - even if he refused to at first.

he's quite overprotective - he would never hold you back from going out or anything but he needs to know every detail about your plan.

He has a resting bitch face - you're aware of that but what's really funny is that when you're out together with others it only takes a "Cho~?" from you to make his bored face instantly light up with a soft smile. "Yes, my baby?~"

sometimes he asks dumb questions randomly.

"Do you still love me? Because you didn't show me your liked tiktoks yet.."

He is constantly mentioning the future with you - what your house is gonna look like, your future travels, the pets you're gonna have and sometimes he lets it slip up that he wants kids. (but reassures you that he'd be happy without any too, as long as he has you.) <3

[maldaptivedreamer]

An Unexpected Visit

Kay lets you sleep in her bed and you get a visitor.

content: Bjorn x fem reader, not proofread, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc characters, name calling, referenced incest, bjorn thinking you're his cousin, dub-con, fingering, dirty talking, degrading, praise, cumplay, no condom (be safe)

wc: ~2.1k

a/n: Lmk if I missed any tags. Ignore the fact that the pics are all diff colors lol. Also, did this in a little over a day. Comments & crits welcome!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

The sound of a doorknob jostling interrupts your sleep. Your mind is foggy as you slowly wake up. Squinting your eyes, you attempt to rub the crust from them.

Dim light streams in from the open door, allowing you to take in your unfamiliar surroundings. The room is painted a soft blue, with varying posters adorning the walls. The bed is covered in a bright pastel comforter. Knick-knacks and trinkets are scattered on top of the dresser. You’re in Kay’s room.

The door shuts quietly with a click, plunging the room back into darkness. You hear an accented voice, “Shhh, it’s jus’ me.” Confused, you try to turn over but he stops you and climbs into bed behind you.

Through the thin fabric of your shirt, you can feel every contour of his body as he slides it against yours. His desire is evident as he pushes into you. “Jus’ lay there and I’ll take care o’ the rest, yeah?” he says in a hushed tone.

You freeze, not sure what to do. How to respond.

Bjorn reaches beneath your shirt and brushes a hand up your stomach. With cold fingers, he pinches and kneads at your breast. “Loosen up, yeah? It’s jus’ me,” he whispers against your neck before pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. Each kiss leaves a burning sensation, making you crave more.

Tilting your head back in, you thread your fingers through his soft hair. Gasping, you hold his mouth to your skin.

Bjorn showers more kisses down the length of your neck with a smirk before latching onto the tender flesh and sucking.

Your breath hitches, but Bjorn releases your neck with a loud smack, making you whimper in disappointment. He clicks his tongue, upset that he’s unable to look at the mark he left on your skin in the darkness of the room.

"You've never let me mark you before," his voice dripping with hunger. "Is this you tellin’ me you want it?”

With uncertainty swirling inside of you, you give him a hesitant nod. In response, his predatory grin widens and his fingers tighten on your hips in a bruising grip.

Bjorn's rough hands roam your body with an urgent need. His touch leaves a trail of fire on your heated skin, igniting a desperation you've never felt before. You shudder as his fingers trace the curve of your waist, dipping lower.

"Been waitin’ so long to leave marks of me on your skin. Show everybody you’re taken without tellin’ everybody its your cousin who stuffs you full of cock every night," his voice rasps out in your ear.

You know you shouldn't be doing this - not here in Kay's bed, not with Bjorn. But the forbidden nature of it only heightens your arousal.

You hesitate, torn between giving in to the pleasure and doing what you know is right. But Bjorn's skilled fingers are pressing into you, and a soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. The heat pooling in your core is making it so hard to think straight. His touch feels so good, so right.

"Gonna stuff you full of my cum, love." His hand slides lower, teasing along the waistband of your underwear.

Gasping, you swallow desperate words and allow yourself to guiltily melt into his touch.

Your core clenches as Bjorn slides your panties down your legs. Using his hand, he spreads your wetness over your thighs and stomach, he groans. “Always makin’ a mess, aren’t you?”

He pulls the neck of your shirt to the side to mouth at your shoulder and you whimper. “Always such a whore for me huh? Your pussy’s droolin’ for my cock ain’t she? Need me to clean up your messes for you.”

His words make you flush with arousal and shame. You know this is wrong, but you can't bring yourself to stop him.

You let out a breathy moan as Bjorn's fingers delve deeper, exploring your slick folds. Your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch despite your mind's feeble protests. Your hips rock against his hand of their own accord, seeking more friction.

Bjorn chuckles darkly. "That's it, show me how much you want it. How much you need your cousin's cock,” he taunts.

He curls his fingers inside you. You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

"Tha's it, let go for me," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret. Jus’ like always."

His fingers squelch inside of you as his palm grinds into your clit. Pleasure builds within you as he increases the pressure and speed. You bite your lip to stifle your cries.

Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction. His free hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he grinds himself against you.

"Tell me you want this," Bjorn growls in your ear. "Tell me you need your cousin's cock."

Heat floods your cheeks at his vulgar words, but you can’t. You don’t want to break the illusion now. You can’t.

You remain silent, biting your lip to hold back any incriminating words. Bjorn takes your silence as assent and continues his ministrations, his fingers moving more insistently against your sensitive flesh.

"Always so shy," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "But your body tells me everything I need to know."

His touch has you trembling on the edge of release. You grip the sheets tightly, trying to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over you. Just as you're about to tumble over the precipice, Bjorn suddenly withdraws his hand.

You whimper at the loss of contact, your hips chasing his touch. He chuckles darkly. "Not yet, love. Wanna be inside you when you cum."

You hear the rustle of fabric as Bjorn hastily removes his clothes and you riskily raise to remove the shirt from you body. The material brushing against your pebbled nipples.

The bed shifts as he positions himself against you. The engorged head of his cock pulses with heat against you. He teases himself at your entrance, pearls of precum mixing with your arousal.

Tears form in your eyes and you turn your head into the pillow to stifle your pathetic cries. You attempt to muffle your voice in the pillow and take another risk.

“Please. Need my cousin’s cock.” Each syllable that spills from your lips is slurred, the words muddled. Perhaps too desperate to care and completely consumed by you, he doesn’t realize that you sound nothing like Kay.

Bjorn pushes his cock into you.

Each inch he penetrates is like a sweet agony, the stretch sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You gasp at the overwhelming fullness, your walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to keep him inside of you.

The raw feel of his skin against yours makes you drool. Your senses are heightened, and you can feel every vein, every twitch and breath he takes trail down to where you are connected on his cock.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses through gritted teeth. "Always so perfect for me."

He stills for a moment, letting you adjust to him. Then he begins to move, setting a slow, torturous pace.

You bite down on the pillow to muffle your moans as Bjorn picks up speed. Raising your leg, he holds you open for him with a bruising grip on your thigh. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by his grunts and your muffled cries.

"Tha's it, take it," he snarls. "Take your cousin's cock like the good little slut you are."

“I know I told you to lay there and you’ve been a good girl and done just that. But I’m a liar. Need you to spit on those pretty fingers and play with your clit.” He bites into your neck.

You hesitate for a moment, but Bjorn's commanding tone isn’t one you’ll risk ignoring. With trembling fingers, you bring your hand to your mouth and coat them with saliva before reaching down.

As your slick fingers find your swollen clit, a jolt of electric pleasure spreads through you. You rub in tight circles, matching the rhythm of Bjorn's thrusts.

He buries his face in your hair, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "That's it," Bjorn growls approvingly. "Make yourself cum on my cock."

His hips snap faster, driving into you with increasing urgency. The headboard creaks softly with each powerful thrust. You pray the noise doesn't wake anyone else in the house.

Your body trembles and quakes uncontrollably as reach your peak. With a burst of ecstasy, your voice erupted in a wild cry of his name, echoing through the room. Your inner muscles spasm and clench around him, intensifying the sensation as you weep around his cock.

Suddenly, a firm hand seizes your face, its touch both rough and cold against your skin. You can feel the cool metal of his ring pressing into your cheek as he holds you tightly in place.

Tilting your face to his, Bjorn's eyes widen with shock as he realizes you're not Kay. For a moment, he freezes, still buried deep inside you. For a split second you think he might pull out. But then something primal flashes in his gaze and he forces you onto your stomach.

He grabs your throat and pulls you up, his fingers tightening around it and making it difficult to breathe.

"Well, what do we have here?" he purrs with a wicked grin, voice low and dangerous. "Seems I've caught myself a stray in Kay's bed."

His hips start moving again, thrusting into you with renewed vigor. "Thought you were Kay, did you? Lettin’ your cousin have his way with you?" Bjorn taunts. "Such a naugh’y girl. Wha’ would Kay say if she knew? Should I tell her?"

Shame and arousal war within you as Bjorn continues to pound into your oversensitive pussy. You try to squirm away, but his grip on you tightens.

Sucking on his teeth, his voice is mocking. "Oh no, no, no. Where d’you think you’re goin’?” Pulling your face closer to his, he ghosts his lips over your cheek. “I haven’t cum yet and you owe me one. You need to be filled up like the desperate whore you are.”

Nodding, you allow yourself to give in completely. Your voice is breathy, “Okay." You arch your back and your hips shakily rise to meet his thrusts. "Please, want your cum so bad. Wanna be full of it.”

"Fuck," Bjorn grunts. "Should've known t'was you. So much tighter than Kay."

Bjorn's fingers dig into your flesh as he pistons his hips. "Gonna make sure you don’t crave any other cock but mine." he grunts. "My cock’s gonna leave a permanent mark in you tha' no one else will be able to fill."

His possessive words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of concern and twisted excitement. Bjorn's breathing grows ragged as he nears his peak.

With a guttural groan, he slams into you one final time and stills. You feel the hot rush of his cum filling your core. His fingers tense around your neck and you feel yourself cream around his cock again.

Dropping his hand from your neck, he catches his breath against your clammy skin.

Whimpering, you push him back and he slips out of you. Shyly you turn to him, laying on your back. Sweat glistens on his skin and a flush spreads from his face to his cock. Bjorn’s on his knees with his legs spread. He looks gorgeous as the morning light shines through the window, outlining his figure.

Swallowing, you spread your legs and present yourself to him. His eyes darken further and he stops breathing for a moment. Laughing darkly, he moves to you, licking his swollen lips. “Was right about you bein’ a whore. Look at you.”

He leans over you, supporting himself on one arm and moves to kiss you, but you take his hand and press it to the mess of you. You break eye contact with him when you collect the cum and use his fingers to fuck it back into yourself. Bjorn watches with hazed blue eyes as your eyes roll back and you lips part in a loud moan.

Bjorn's spent cock twitches with lust as he watches you push his cum back inside you.

"Fuck," he growls, voice rough with desire. "You really are insatiable, aren't yah?"

You whimper in response, too far gone to form coherent words. Bjorn's fingers curl inside you, your cunt still slick and swollen.

"Such a greedy little cunt," he taunts. "Already begging for more after I jus' filled her up."

He withdraws his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to your lips. Without hesitation, you take them into your mouth, tasting the mingled flavors of your arousal and his release. Bjorn groans at the sight.

"Tha's it, clean it all up like a good girl," he purrs.

Bjorn rolls his tongue on his bottom lip before whispering to himself. "May have to fuck you again."

[hotxcheeto]

Hi, can u write sub ellie smut with more masc female reader? Can it be wanilla and sweet??? Please i need this😅😅😅

Request from ur biggest fan❤️❤️❤️

I really appreciate ur work.

sorry for English btw, I'm not fluent

━ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - smut, fluff, tripping, more fluff, flirting and kissing, cursing (?)

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - if i used this pic before pls lmk + ty for the requesttt!!! so cute!!

You weren't like her exes, it's what shocked you about the quiet confession that came from her lips on a drunken night in your tiny little apartment. Laying on the carpet in your living room while giggling about the movie on the screen.

You looked nothing like them, physically or fashionably. Completely opposite, in fact, but how you could deny her green puppy dog eyes in favor of your insecurities and wonders on how she wanted you? You couldn't, that's how.

Instead you tucked a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear and kissed her. And fuck you felt smooth as hell. Especially when she stayed the night and begged for you to go harder while praying your neighbors weren't like hers.

You especially liked waking up after sleepovers with her laying against your chest, staring up at you with eyes that screamed to do it all again.

Like now.

"Morning." She mumbled, watching you harshly rub the haze of slumber from your eyes. Her finger lightly traced the skin just above the edge of your sweats as you rolled over to face away from everything. Your girlfriend huffing as you did so.

"I said good morning." Her head peeked over your shoulder, shin resting on the side of your neck while you grumbled out a response that made no sense.

"Wake up." She said less sweet then before, making you laugh and turn to look at her just a bit. Her pout sweet and eyes tired.

"I'm up Ellie."

"No you're laying down."

"I can still strangle you laying down."

"But you were just saying my name. Did you strangle me in your dream too?"

Her eyebrow raised and your furrowed. Rolling your eyes dramatically.

"It is too early for this." She scoffed as you moved to roll over once more, trying to pull you back. "You started it." "Dreams are out of my control, Ellie."

"I know what can be in your control."

Her banter was what always got her leaned back against the nearest surface with her legs spread. Eyes slightly watery and nails in your shoulders, only protected by the hoodie you wore.

"I like when you beg." You teased, humping your pajama clad body against hers lazily, leaving sloppy wet kisses against her neck while listening to her moans. Your boxers she wore now tosses aside with your sweats and the other pair of underwear she'd had yet to snatch.

"It's pretty." Your name slipped through her lightly chapped lips. Green eyes meeting your own, pupils wide as if she was in dire danger only instead she was on the brink of orgasm with her hands held above her head.

Such danger.

"You're pretty." You then muttered. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears turned redder then they already were. A little whine kissing your mouth as her hips grinding up to meet yours in a weak attempt to do what you do best.

Her clit kissing yours again and again while you grinned like a maniac.

Your pace picking up as you brought yourself closer to the edge along with her. Teetering you both over the cliff of pleasure.

"You were so right, babe. Making your dreams come true really is exciting."

To this, Ellie huffed, right before letting out a cry as she came.

[yoononly]

through the reflection

top!amab reader, bottom!connor cw: mirror sex, blowjobs, bold connor, playful banter, established relationship??

a/n: was looking through pics on pinterest and saw some rooms with full length mirrors...

check link in bio to help families in gaza/congo!!!

you fumbled with the door knob, struggling to get a solid grip with connor’s lips on yours and his body squeezing you just right. his hips flat on yours making eachother gasp at each sudden movement. after a few seconds, connor decides to swat your hand away and opens the door himself.

“I was gonna do that.” you mumbled against him and he chuckled before humming “mhm.”

you guide him into the bedroom towards the bed, but in the corner of your eye, you notice your full length mirror attached to the wall. “wanna try something different, con?” he pulled his head back and hooded eyes blinked at you. yellow slowly spinning against his forehead. “like..?” he asked, eyes already darting from your eyes to your lips, wanting to feel them again.

you spin him around, his back flush against your chest and your bulge grinding against his ass. a surprised moan escapes his lips and he pushes back against your hips. you nip at his neck, “wanna see how well you take my cock?” his face flushes blue and he gulps, even though he doesn’t need to. your eyes burn into connor through the mirror, watching as he follows your hands as they go across his body, he keens when you pinch his waist and pull him impossibly closer. he watches as one of your hands explore underneath his shirt, gliding over his left nipple before lightly pinching it. his breath hitches and he gets lost in the feeling of your fingers for a moment.

“you like me that much huh?” connor smirks at you from the mirror. you hum as you kiss up his jaw. he flips to face you, his hands trail down your sides “do you want to see my mouth around you too?” his boldness never fails to make you flustered, you look away and nod. he slides down your body and onto his knees, unbuckling and unzipping your pants. he molds you into his hand through your underwear, looking up at you as he presses small kisses at your tip.

your breath hitches and you rest your hand ontop of his head. he pulls your boxers down to join your pants. your cock stiff from anticipation, he wraps his hand around you and pumps slowly. “do you like what you see?” he licks up your frenulum, cupping your balls with his free hand. “fuck con..” you breathe out, “such a fucking tease.”

you comb through his hair as he continues licking you and occasionally sucking your tip. “why don’t you use that pretty mouth correctly?” connor glares up at you, a silent threat. “pleease?” you say sarcastically. “be careful.. i might bite” he threatens before taking you fully into his mouth.

you shudder at the feeling of his mouth around you. you repeatedly touch the back of his throat but he keeps sucking you in. androids and their lack of a gag reflex. he hums, sending vibrations up your spine, causing a strangled moan to escape your throat. connor suddenly stops and gasps, you snap your head down. you see him struggling to keep you in his mouth and his free hand moving in his lap.

“can’t wait for me to touch you, can you?” you pull his chin towards you and motion him to stand up. “turn around for me,” you stare at him through the mirror’s reflection. “want me to fuck you?” you nudge your nose behind his ear and watch his expression turn desperate. “I want to feel you in me…”

you grab his hands and make him help you pull his pants down, his lower half completely exposed infront of the mirror. he began to grow shy under your gaze, looking away. “look at you… going shy already?” he said nothing but instead pushed his butt against you, pulling a low groan from your throat.

you lined yourself up to his hole, no prep needed thanks to him being an android. “c’mon, look at me while I fuck you.” he let out a long whine as you pushed into him.

you pumped into him slow, dragging against his walls. your eyes never left him as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear, inciting him to look. despite that, connor insisted on looking away.

you couldn’t let him miss the show, especially when he was the star. you grabbed his chin and pulled his face to look towards the mirror.

his jaw slack, carelessly letting out moan after moan. his cock bounced with your every thrust. but most importantly, your piercing gaze watching his every move. you nibbled up his neck until you reached his ear. “so pretty… you take me so well.”

connor felt his core tighten at your comment, already on the edge. “faster.” he said breathlessly—despite not needing to breathe. and you obliged, your hips snapping against his butt, making it recoil. you felt your release coming faster than usual. you weren’t going to last very long either.

“cum for me con.” you say against his neck and he nods wordlessly. his moans gained a slight glitch in them and his movements stuttered robotically. connor finishes on the mirror, leaving a splash of translucent liquid. you chase your own release, thrusts unrelenting.

despite just finishing, connor kept up with your pace with the same energy as earlier. his cock still standing tall. “cum in me.” he moans and that only turns you on more, breaking you.

you fill him to the brim, groaning into his neck as you do. but connor didn’t seem ready to rest just yet, giving you that damn smile through the reflection.

him and his damn stamina.

[mistydeyes]

Congrats on the 1k!

I saw the prompt bkack and white photos and literally it's price. Think about it the man is super attached to his bucket hat.

You can't tell me he doesn't have a photo tucked in it. Like he's old-fashioned, so he wouldn't want the boys seeing it (he respects his lady too much for that), so it only makes sense he would tuck it in his trusty hat.

Again congratulations 🎊 👏 💐 🥳 and feel free to ignore this if it doesn't spark anything for ya!

thank you @midwesternwitchery for submitting and the kind words! you literally envisioned what i was thinking like he has a spicy pic of his lady in the brim of his hat and will occasionally look at it when no one else is ;) hope you enjoy!

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment

pairing: John Price x fem!reader

warnings: sexual depictions, swearing

a/n: there was actually two requests for this so expect a cute lil continuation of this prompt!

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The day before John's deployment, you always spent it was a home-cooked meal and a good drink at home. You made sure he enjoyed all the comforts before leaving for an indeterminate amount of time. "The pasta and chicken were delicious tonight," he said as he took the plates away from the table. Despite your constant protests, John always insisted on doing the dishes. "Well I have something else you would enjoy," you said and he cocked his eyebrow before you walked off to the bedroom. You soon returned with a scarlet envelope and placed it on the oak table. "Open it," you prompted as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned down.

Upon the first photo, you could hear his breath hitch. "Fuck," he whispered lowly as he caressed the 2x5 photograph in his calloused finger. A close friend had come over one day and helped you prepare the gift. After the session, you finally developed the series of boudoir photos in color and black and white and placed them within the envelope. It had been weeks since you had them done but you knew it was the perfect time to gift them. The first picture just happened to be one where you lay in front of a painting in black lingerie and a sheer robe. "What are these?" he whispered as he thumbed through the rest of them. He took the time to admire your figure in a variety of settings, from on the bed with the bedsheets draping across your naked figure to you leaning over the makeup table and applying lipstick in the mirror. This was one of your favorites as it perfectly showed your ass in scarlet red underwear. "It's just a little present, for my favorite soldier," you replied and kissed his cheek, "just so you have a reason to come back to me."

With that comment, he turned his head and pulled you into a passionate kiss. By the end of it, you felt lightheaded at the sudden movement. "This," he said as he held up a photograph, "is going to stay with me always." You peered at the picture and realized it was one of you laying on the bed with a delicate white teddy. Your hair was sprawled around your figure and you were flirtatious looking at the camera while biting your lip. "You look like an absolute angel, sweetheart," he continued as he eyed you lustfully. You couldn't help but feel the heat rise in your room and your legs start to shake when he said that. "These are only for me to enjoy," he whispered in a lower tone than before, "now let me enjoy you before I have to only have photographs as a memory." With that statement, you knew it would be a long night as he pushed out of the chair and lifted you to the bedroom.

[innocent-artery]

TLC

1.7k words

Summary: Reader has to cancel a date due to period sickness, but Steve’s happy to keep them company anyway.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader, what stage they're at in the relationship is up for interpretation

For the sake of avoiding spoilers, extensive warnings will not be given. Reader discretion advised.

While reading, I recommend listening to dancin' round the kitchen in the refridgerator light, a spotify playlist by me!

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You don't remember the gnawing in your gut this morning.

You don't remember feeling like spilling your innards out and then falling into a yearlong sleep when you woke up, but here you were, curled up on the bathroom floor with your arms over your stomach.

A ding from your phone pulled you from your zombie-like state. You groaned and reached for your phone off the bathroom counter.

Steve: On my way soon, want me to pick anything up?

You sigh, chewing your lip.

You: I think I'm going to have to take a rain check, I'm sorry. Woke up feeling pretty sick.

Steve: Ouch. What's the diagnosis?

You: Having a uterus.

Your lip twitched weakly at your own humor, but it was swiftly wiped off by a wince, sharp pain pricking your side. A metaphorical smack on the back of your head from your uterus for talking smack about it.

Steve: I completely understand. Do you need anything?

You: Drugs and sleep.

A few minutes without a response told you the conversation was over. You leaned your head back against the wall only to find more comfort resting it in your arms.

A few minutes of silence passed, you relished it.

That is until the threat of bile tickled up your throat again.

. . .

"Dammit Robin, I know you're not actually busy."

Steve tossed his phone into the grocery cart. It was filled to the brim with various comfort items- stuffed animals, junk food Steve knew you liked, a heating pad.

He ran a hand through his hair, tapping his fingers rapidly on the cart handle. He almost slammed the cart into the aisle reaching for his vibrating phone at the bottom of the basket.

"Hey, uh, why do I have five missed calls from you Steven?"

"Because I need to know what kind of pads are normal pads."

A moment of silence followed by barking laughter came from the other line. Steve held the phone a little farther from his ear until he could no longer hear his friend's laughter. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. Some of us are just late bloomers, Steve, it's normal."

The man in question rolled his eyes even though Robin wouldn't see it. She'd picture it anyways. "Ha ha. It's not for me, dipshit."

Another moment of silence.

And another.

"Ohhhhhhh." Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gotcha. Send a picture of the aisle and I'll tell you which ones. Also, unless you know definitively, which I'm guessing you don't, probably best to get tampons too, just in case."

Steve furrowed his brows but didn't question it, ending the phone call with a “‘kay” under his breath, snapping a photo and sending it over.

Robin: Those are adult diapers

Steve: It says maximum hold??

Robin: Yes but that is a diaper Steven

Steve: Okay smartass then what am I looking for

Robin: Uh, pads

Steve threw his hands in the air, looking around for an employee.

“Excuse me? Where can I find feminine products?”

The employee was a teenager, a few years younger than him. She eyed his cart and nearly made heart eyes at him. “Aisle four, down to your left.”

“Thanks.” Steve yanked the cart, wheeling down towards the area. He assumed he was in the right spot when he saw a bunch of very girly packages with what looked like diapers on them.

Steve: What the hell are wings

Robin: LMAO

Robin: They stick to the underwear so the pad stays in place

Steve: So I should get ones with wings?

Robin: It depends person to person. Send me a pic of the aisle again

Steve: [Attatchment: 1 Image]

After a painfully long and headache-inducing conversation, Steve managed to get a decent collection of feminine products (as well as having switched out Tylenol for Midol at Robin’s insistence). Only thing left now was to get it to you.

. . .

As the evening progressed you weren't seeming to feel any better. Pain still racked your body and nausea still taunted you, the taste of vomit still stinging the back of your throat no matter how much water you drank (and struggled to keep down). You'd cried a few times out of frustration and exhaustion but the negative energy you'd expelled didn't take long to build up again. You'd retired to your bed long ago, the television playing something you weren't entirely paying attention to as the backs of your eyelids gradually became a more appealing view.

So understandably you were ready for murder when you heard the doorbell ring.

Heaving a long, rage-infused sigh, you pulled yourself out of your loving bed and trudged through the apartment towards the door.

Looking through the peephole with blurry eyes, you could barely make out the figure of Steve, whose arms were both weighed down with grocery bags.

You nearly sobbed at the sight, leaning your forehead against the door. You prayed the tears welling in your eyes and overwhelmed smile weren't as evident as they felt as you opened the door, but upon seeing his face closer you failed to hide them miserably.

Steve's face, once donning an encouraging smile, dropped in shock. "Whoa- hey, hey, what's wrong? Sweetheart, what is it?"

"You!" Was all you could muster.

The confusion on Steve's face only worsened. "Not you!" You panicked, putting your hands up. "You're just nice, and I'm a mess."

Steve's face melted back into a smile, laughing softly as he gently dropped the bags in his hands. "C'mere."

You waddled pathetically into Steve's outstretched arms, nuzzling your head into his chest and closing your eyes. One of his hands stroked down your back, the other rested on your head in his shoulder.

"It's okay, everything is going to be okay. Deep breaths. In..." Steve took a deep inhale. "And out..." he exhaled. You mimicked his actions, closing your eyes and listening to his heartbeat.

After a few moments of calmed silence, you brought your head out of the crook of his shoulder to look at him. "Thank you," you murmured.

"It's nothing. Come on, let's get you back in bed." Steve gave you a smile, and your heart melted instantaneously. Patting your back, the boy ushered you inside, picking up the bags and shutting the door behind him with his foot.

But before you could reach the hallway, an unmistakable, hideous feeling that had been simmering in your stomach became stronger, and you bolted for the bathroom.

Steve followed, panicked, finding you with your head in the toilet moments later. He sighed, coming up slowly behind you, putting a hand to your back to signal he was there before softly taking your hair and holding it away from your face.

Once you were done spluttering and gasping, you flushed and sat up a little, grimacing weakly at Steve.

He only responded with a sympathetic look. "I'll get you some water."

Once he had messily tucked your hair into your shirt, Steve stood, returning a minute later with a fresh glass that you gladly began sipping, throat slimy and stinging.

"Slow sips." Steve whispered.

When you finished, you handed him the cup, making a noise that sounded like a laugh but was actually miserable and exhausted and devoid of humor. "I'm so fucking tired."

Steve only watched you, nodding slightly.

"Everything hurts, and nothing is working. I've done everything the internet tells me and I'm still stuck sitting on the floor. Crying doesn't help, throwing up doesn't help, I can't sleep-" your sentence was interrupted by the lump in your throat. "And it's only the first day."

Steve had a pitying look on his face. He wanted to wrap you up in love and comfort and make everything better for you, but he knew that unfortunately his assistance could only help so much. He took your trembling hand in his, rubbing soft circles into the back of your palm.

You sniffled, looking down at your hands. "I'm sorry you're putting up with this, Steve. This is so charming of me, isn't it?"

"I've never been more in love." Your heart panged, primarily because he sounded entirely sincere.

You looked down quickly at your knees, which made Steve chuckle. "Are you ready to go back to bed or is there still more coming?"

You shook your head. "Bed."

Steve held out a hand to help you up, his movements always slow and gentle as he led you to bed.

"I'll be right back," he promised with a kiss to your hairline, and you silently questioned what he was doing- he had the sound in his voice he got when he had an idea.

The grocery bags he'd brought, that you'd long forgotten about, were hauled into your bedroom a moment later. Steve set them on the floor, tugging out item after item. A box of crackers, a bottle of medicine, a heating pad, a huge pink stuffed rabbit that, upon taking it in your arms, was weighted. You felt tears well up again.

When you gave a sniff, Steve looked over at you. "Oh, goodness." He crawled over towards you, pulling you into another sweet hug.

"I'm sorry." You said weakly, cheeks hurting from smiling. "I'm happy crying, I promise."

You felt Steve laugh softly against you. "I know, honey, I know. Do you want to put something on?"

You nodded, taking the remote. As you scrolled, you heard Steve moving things around the room, setting up pillows, plugging in the heating pad, and placing a pill and water on your nightstand.

"Your throne is ready, your highness." Steve said proudly, patting the pillows beside him. He'd long kicked his shoes off and made himself comfortable, legs crossed and arm stretched out over the space next to him he indicated was yours. You scooted over towards him with a giggle.

"Here, take this." Steve reached for the medicine on your nightstand and handed it to you. While you took it, Steve placed the heating pad over your lap, and then the weighted bear over it.

Steve gave your shoulder a loving pat. "Comfortable?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I am. Thanks again, Stevie."

Steve pressed a kiss to your temple. "You're very welcome."

And, unexpected to you, you actually found restful sleep that night.

~

[scarasimping]

I’m stealing that cat pic THE GATES R OPEN TALK ABOUT UR BRAIN ROT

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU ALL LIKE PIRATE SCARA

okay so this was originally gonna be a little drabble for you guys as a treat because you all like him sm but,,,,,i got carried away. it was also only supposed to be suggestive....not, yknow, actual smut. i am. so sorry

cw: fem! reader, dom! scara ig??? but he's soft so, oral (fem receiving), probably bad writing idk, if i missed anything let me know !!

word count: 1.1k

You had spent so long with Scara trying to figure out how to sneak yourself onto his ship without your guards knowing, and finally, you did it. You made it on the ship. All you wanted was to be there for one night, with no fear of the guards overhearing you two in your room or staff barging in and seeing him.

For once, he curses your politeness and kindness towards his crew, because you keep stopping to talk to them and god dammit he just wants to be alone with you.

Once he gets you inside his captain's cabin, he's pinning you to the door, one hand on your waist and the other pressed against the wood of the door by your head. His forehead rested against your own as he stared directly into your eyes, a teasing smirk on his face.

He leans down, kissing your jaw softly, slowly moving down your neck leaving more chaste kisses in his wake.

"So glad we're alone finally, darling," he'd whisper in between his lips' assault on your neck. His hand on your waist caresses drifts to the front of your stomach where he carefully unties your corset that was atop your shirt, dropping it from your waist and running his rough hands under your top, onto your bare skin.

He leaves one last long kiss to your throat before he lifts his head, to stare at you once more. His pupils are blown out, eyes full of nothing but love and want. The only thing on his mind is how pretty you look with your cheeks painted with a rosy blush, mouth parted as you try to ground yourself after all the attention he's giving you, the way your gaze keeps glancing between his eyes and his lips.

Too quickly to even process, Scaramouche leans in and presses his lips against yours. It's almost as if he's trying to mold his body with yours with how closely he's pressed himself to you — chest to chest, his knee in between your legs. He kisses you with desperation, one you've only seen him have a few times before.

With gentle nibbles on your lip, he asks for permission to explore your mouth even further, and only a fool would deny him that. As soon as your lips part, his tongue is darting inside, running against your own so that he can truly taste you.

All the while, his hand on your waist moves lower, toying with the hem of your skirt. He parts from your lips for only a second to ask, "Can I take this off?"

Too hasty to even think about your shirt as well, he's pulling your skirt and underwear down as soon as you give him the go ahead. When your skirt drops down, so does he. He falls to his knees in front of you, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and leaning his head against your thigh.

In his mind, there is only you running through it: his desire for you, his need for you, to make you feel good. Before you, when he had hooked up with women at a tavern on his travels, he stuck true to the ways of a pirate and only really cared about himself. If the woman he was with also got some pleasure, then good for her, but it wasn't his priority.

But god, hearing your sweet moans as he focuses wholly on pleasing you is the closest thing to heaven he's ever experienced. Staring up at you is like staring at an angel. He so desperately wants you to feel good, and he needs to be the cause of it.

He takes hold of your hands, directing them to hold onto his hair, before he licks his thumb and slowly brushes it over your clit. He finds so much delight in how easily you squirm above him at the slightest stimulation. He's smirking up at you, kissing the inside of your thigh softly as he continues toying with you. When you start letting out breathy, quiet moans is when he finally leans in and flicks his tongue across your clit, relishing in the way you grip at his hair.

Once he's teased you enough, and your hips are squirming for just a little more, he finally wraps his lips around your poor clit and sucks, his fingers coming to prod at your entrance. All of the whines and whimpers you release are music to his ears, only making him more eager to suck and lick at you, craving more and more noises.

Gathering some of your arousal on his fingers as a lubricant, he slips his middle finger inside your needy hole, curling it so that it presses against your sweet spot. He's slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling, but as time goes on his assault on your walls becomes more and more needy, fingertips abusing your sensitive spot so quickly and barely giving you a break from the feeling.

Years of greed and selfishness melted away as all Scaramouche could do was give and give you everything you wanted. The taste of you on his tongue was intoxicating — addicting, even. Your hands tugged at his hair even more, tangling yourself in the indigo strands and letting him know how good he was making you feel.

Needy whines and cries of his name spilled from your spit-soaked lips. You were close, and he knew it from the way your walls tightened around his finger and how you couldn't keep your hips still, grinding down against his face for more.

"My love...'m close," you breathed out, he hummed in acknowledgement, only increasing the pressure that he used on your gummy walls and puffy clit.

It doesn't take long before you're releasing on his fingers, head thrown back against the door of his quarters and finger pulling so hard at his hair, he's surprised you haven't ripped any out. Your breaths are heavy and labored, and you're staring down as he finally pulls away from your sobbing cunt. He pulls his fingers out slowly, so as to not overstimulate you, and brings them to his own mouth, licking them clean and pulling away with a pop.

He rubs your thighs soothingly, removing your leg from his shoulder, but still holding onto you tightly by the hips so you don't fall over. When he stands up again, you can see just how worked up he got from making you feel pleasure. The bulge in his trousers was very prominent, and he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, seeking some sort of friction from you.

"Still have enough energy for another round? I need you so fucking badly..."

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

Ya’ll, I am no better than a man. Those pics and videos of JAW working out had me in my Word doc asap. Is anyone still reading this series? ;) Here’s Carmen and Vanessa’s first time...

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 30: Bite

Carmen woke up first, his arm draped over Vanessa’s middle as she continued to sleep. The sun had just broken through the filtered curtains over her bed and the clock on the nightstand across from him read 7:41 in the morning. Still plenty of time for him to close his eyes again for another hour of sleep. 

Vanessa wiggled against him gently, her body pressed tightly up against his, alerting him to the serious morning wood that was wedged snugly against the seam of her body.His first time sleeping over and his dick was trying to ruin it for him. He tried his best to push his hips away from Vanessa’s body without disturbing her, keeping his arms as still as possible, but it was proving to be incredibly difficult.

They’d gone out late last night after The Bear had closed down, first for drinks with some of the team, who’d met Vanessa at the soft opening, then, just the two of them.

They didn’t have sex when they rolled back to Vanessa’s apartment, but rather brushed their teeth side-by-side in the bathroom before cuddling up tight beneath the blankets. They actually hadn’t had sex yet – their schedules were out of whack the past few weeks and last night was their first time seeing each other for more than a shared coffee or walk around the park in a while.

And Carmen’s dick was firmly reminding him that he was in bed with the most beautiful woman he’d ever be fortunate enough to lock down if given the chance.

“Good morning,” Vanessa murmured, a smirk evident in her voice.

“Hi,” he breathed shortly, trying not to think about her bare, smooth legs and how they felt against his. Turning in his grasp, Vanessa made a pillow of Carmen’s bicep. 

He thought it criminal for someone to look that good just after waking up.

“It’s early,” she commented, eyes fluttering shut as she greedily admired the scent of his deodorant. Sliding a hand across his chest, she notched her body tight against his hip – Carmen on his back. 

Carmen was trying his best to will away his erection, which was tenting the blanket just enough to be noticeable. However, the warmth of her body against his, and knowing she was wearing those little white underwear, not too dissimilar of something he’d worn as a little kid, were doing him absolutely zero favors. 

“Go back to sleep,” he encouraged, “still time.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her head, her hair a silky cascade across their pillow.Vanessa’s manicured fingernails gently glided up and down his stomach, in love with the soft skin between his abs, brushing through the hair below his belly button.

“How are you going to sleep like this?” She asked, fingers dancing along the waistband of his boxers. He looked down at her to see her big brown eyes looking up at him with just a hint of mischief.“Ness,” he warned gently.

“I want you,” she said, with precise directness. Carmen didn’t hesitate, turning her body under his before slanting his mouth over hers. “You want me, too?” She asked breathily, hands running up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

“Only all the fucking time,” he replied, pressing his body down into hers. “Like every minute of every hour of every day,” he ticked off, kissing down her neck. Vanessa giggled as his nose prodded at her skin like an eager puppy. “Do you know how hard it is to not slice my goddamn fingers off every day?” He asked, helping her shimmy out of the white tank top she slept in. 

She watched his pupils dilate in the slightest.“Carm you’ve seen my tits before,” she laughed, her hands immediately going to his hair as he nipped all around her chest with his lips.

“God I love ‘em,” he groaned, trying his best to see just how much of her breast he could get in his mouth at once. 

Vanessa squealed as he blew a raspberry into her skin.

“Carmen!” She laughed, holding his head in her hands and tilting his head up to look at her.

“What?” he asked, eyes wide, mouth parted. “Take my panties off already!” She grinned, spurring him on once more. She watched as he scrambled, sitting back on his heels as he dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them to the ground. She loved to watch him awkwardly kick his way out of his boxers before his body covered hers again.

“Do you want me to uh – I don’t have a condom,” he said, giving her an earnest look.

“I’ve got an IUD, and I’m not seeing anyone else,” she replied, squirming slightly. “Are you?” She asked, just a whisper of barely detectable insecurity in her voice.

“Are you kidding me?” He grinned softly. “I’m so gone for you it’s not even funny,” he insisted, taking his cock in hand. Vanessa lifted her hips to press against his body, egging him on.

“Don’t make me wait any longer, then,” she breathed. Carmen slid in at the same time he pressed a desperate kiss to Nessa’s mouth. She moaned greedily against his lips. “You feel so good,” she gasped gently. 

He was silent, eyes squeezed shut as he tried his hardest to not immediately ruin their fun by shooting off early.

“Christ, I –” Carmen gulped for air, pressing his forehead down against hers. He shuddered when she tilted her hips up.

“Come on, Carm,” she all but begged, “fuck me.” He had to balance his thoughts – dirty dishes in the sink, touching wet food, the smell from Ritchie’s work locker – along with strumming Nessa’s clit with precision. He might not last as long as he want, but he was certainly going to make sure she got hers.“Carm!” She squealed, leg hooking up and heel pressing into his ass, spurring him on.

 His whole body shook as she dragged her nails down his back. Vanessa was in heaven, watching Carmen’s shoulders and arms, caged around her, flexing and moving with each of his thrusts. She showed her appreciation by sinking her teeth into his shoulder, making his hips stutter.

“You’re gonna bite me?” He laughed.

“I just love your arms so much,” she gasped, whimpering as the blunt head of his cock pressed just the right spot inside of her.

“Should I start biting the things I like?” He asked, still spearing into her steadily.

“No,” she giggled softly, pulling a long groan out of him.Carmen was doing his best, he really was, but between the vice grip she had around him, Vanessa’s soft, warm body pressed against his, and the smell of her perfume, still clinging to her hair from last night, he didn’t know how he was going to continue on.

“It’s okay, Bear,” Vanessa cooed in his ear, “cum inside me,” she encouraged. “I know you’re good for it,” she kissed up his jaw. “Let go,” she whispered against his lips. Carmen really had no choice, and choked out a pained noise as he came, hips pressed so hard against hers she thought she might bruise. 

She tightened her legs around his body, pulling him closer. He dropped his body on hers, dead weight, and she groaned at the feeling.

“If you just give me a –” he gasped, catching his own breath, “minute.” But he was too late, and he could feel her orgasm hit her in the way she fluttered around him, gasping in his ear before letting out a pitiful whine. 

He bit back a shout at the sensation, not wanting to yell directly into ear. They laid like that, starkly on top of one another for a few moments, nothing exchanged but harsh breathing.Carmen did, however, yelp, when Vanessa reached down to slap an open palm on his ass.

“Ness!” He groaned.

“Good job, big dick Berzatto.”

[somethinginthewayiam]

Aftermath

(pic off tumblr)

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2593

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of alcohol, a bit smutty

Summary: it’s the day after your night with Chibs and you have a little chat about what happened

link to my masterlist and previous parts

You lay in bed next to each other, strands of your hair were sticking to your sweaty forehead. You brushed them out of your face and looked over. A lit cigarette hanging in the corner of Chibs’ mouth. You bent over and took it before taking a drag of it. You felt his fingers running up and down your back as you leaned over. Then you put the cigarette back between his lips and bent over further, your bare breasts gliding across Chibs’ chest, to grab the bottle of Whiskey from the nightstand.

You take a swig of it, enjoying the burning of the liquid as it ran down your throat. You held it over to Chibs, offering it to him, but he shook his head. When you put it back, your eyes fell on the several empty condom packages on the floor and you had to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from smiling.

You leaned back and settled on your side, resting your head on your hand as you let your eyes wander over the naked man next to you. He didn’t bother covering himself, it was arguably still too hot for that as well, but it somehow amused you and you admired it at the same time. The music was also still playing in the background, you didn’t really notice it anymore.

“Can I ask you a question?”, you asked him and ran a hand through your hair, brushing it out of your face again. “Sure, darlin’”, he answered and blew out the smoke, looking at it floating away.

“Who is Kerrianne?”, you questioned. You had noticed the name as soon as he had taken off his shirt, but were a bit distracted, to say the least. But it was tattooed over his heart, so it had to mean something to him.

He took another drag of the cigarette before he answered. “My daughter”, he stated. You didn’t know why you were surprised that he was a father. “How old is she?”, you asked further. “About 17”, he said.

“Does she live here in Charming?”, you continued asking. He seemed a little hesitant to answer. “No, she lives in Ireland with her mother”, he finally said. Another questioned burned on your tongue. You didn’t want to seem nosey but you just had to know. A nervous twist in your gut started forming. Did you just have sex with a married man?

“A-Are you married?”, you felt weird as the words rolled off your tongue. He finally looked over at you. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face. This man was hard to read.

You suddenly felt very exposed, feeling the need to cover yourself up but you didn’t. You just rolled over onto your stomach, resting on your elbows.

“I was. A long time ago”, he finally said. You felt weird about the big wave of relieve washing over you, but you couldn’t help it.

“Oh, okay”, you just said, reached for the cigarette in his mouth and rolled over on your back as you took a drag of it. At least that’s settled.

 When you woke up the next day, you were alone. You weren’t surprised. You were kind of glad that you didn’t have to have a weird morning-after talk with him, but you figured he wasn’t the type for it anyways.

You got up and collected your underwear off the floor, putting it on and picked up your blouse. When you put it on, you remembered that the buttons had been ripped off when Chibs had pulled it off your body. You smiled at the memory, but quickly snapped out of it.

It was already very bright outside, people could start coming to work soon and you still had to clean up the mess from last night. You collected the empty condom packages off the floor and grabbed the Whiskey bottle and ashtray off the nightstand. You rushed back to the office and put the bottle and joints back into the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. You might have to buy Bobby a new bottle as this one was significantly emptier than as you had found it.

You checked the time on your phone and noticed that you had just about enough time to go home for a quick shower and an outfit change.

You quickly put on your jeans, grabbed your purse and headed out to your car.

Back in your apartment, you jugged two big glasses of water. The amount of liquor and the weed had made you incredibly thirsty. You hopped into the shower and washed off the sweat and the signs of last night.

But not all the signs came off equally easy which you discovered when you stepped in front of the mirror. That little fucker had really left a hickey on your neck like a horny teenager. You didn’t know if you should be mad at him or feel somewhat flattered that he felt the urge to do that.

Either way, you covered it up with some make-up and put on a pair of jeans and a white tank top. On a whim, you put on some bright red lipstick which was complementing your eyes and the color of your hair.

 When you came back to the warehouse, people were already setting up for the first shoot of the day. You had a little hangover, quite mild considering how much you had to drink last night and the late night activities.

When you made yourself a cup of coffee to clear your head, Lyla came up to you. “Morning, Y/N”, she greeted you and poured herself a cup as well. “Morning”, you answered shyly. You felt like what you did last night was written all over your face. You knew it was stupid to feel ashamed about having sex at work, considering where you worked, but the M.C. owned CaraCara which meant as Chibs was part of the M.C., you practically had sex with your boss.

“How was your evening?”, she asked you after her first sip. “What? Why?”, you asked alarmed. “We left late yesterday and the light in your office was still on. How long did you stay?”, she asked.

“Oh, yeah, quite a while, but it’s okay”, you waved it off. “I put on some music and had…some fun”, you told her and stumbled over your last words. You ran your hand through your hair and shifted your weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

When you walked over to the office corner to start your day, the Sons entered the warehouse, walking over to the rooms in the back. Your eyes immediately found Chibs in the line-up of bikers. Your eyes met and he shot you a wink as he kept on walking. Even if it lasted only for a few seconds, you blushed under his stare.

You basically fled to the office space and but before you could shut the door, you heard Bobby calling for you. “I got something for you, doll”, he said and held out a plate to you when you came over to the group of men. It was muffins covered in plastic wrap.

“Made them fresh this morning”, he said as you took the plate from his hands. “Wow, I didn’t know you’re a baker”, you said surprised and started to unwrap the plate. “Bobby’s? Best in town”, Tig said and grabbed a muffin. “Here, you gotta try it”, he pulled down the wrapper and, gently but persistently, shoved it in your mouth.

Even though his method was questionable, you had to admit Tig was right. “Good, right?”, Tig asked and lightly nodded his head before he took a bite himself. You quickly chewed and swallowed before you answered him.

“Okay, first of all, yes. And second of all, normally, before I let a man stuff his muffin into my mouth, I want dinner first”, you countered and put the plastic wrap back over the muffins.

When you looked over to Chibs, you saw him taking off his riding glasses and hiding his smile with a cough as he pinned them onto his collar. “At least, most of the time”, you added and tried to make it sound like a joke.

“Thank you, Bobby. I didn’t have time to get breakfast this morning, this is great”, you thanked him by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Alright, brothers, back to business”, Jax reminded the Sons why they were here. “Good to see you, sweetheart”, he said to you before he led the group to the rooms in the back.

And you were finally able to get back to your safe space in the office, accompanied by a big plate of really delicious muffins.

 You had your hair up in a ponytail as it was getting quite hot at the warehouse again. It was well into the afternoon. You just ate your fifth muffin of the day. Tig was right, Bobby’s muffins were incredible. And they were a good distraction from the contracts you were going through.

Last night, you had planned on getting more work done but then you got a little distracted. At the thought of it, a smile appeared on your lips. And speaking of the devil…

You felt his presence before he said anything. When you looked up from the paperwork, you found Chibs standing in the open office door, his side leaning against the door frame.

“Hi”, you said a little breathless. “Hello, lass”, he greeted you. Under his eyes on you, you felt your cheeks blushing again. The effect this man had on you just by looking at you, was a completely new experience.

You watched his eyes wander down to your neck where he had left a hickey and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Even though he couldn’t see it, he knew it was there.

Your cheeks turned even redder at the memory of how you got it and your hand came up to cover it instinctively.

“Can I help you with something?”, you asked as he wasn’t saying anything and the silence became a little uncomfortable. Chibs pushed himself off the frame, took a step inside the office and closed the door.

Instantly, the room felt a little hotter and smaller. He walked over to the couch across from your desk and sat down on it, stretching his legs out.

“I just wanted to ask if we’re all good after last night”, he finally said something, but it wasn’t what you were expecting. “What do you mean?”, you asked honestly confused.

Chibs sat up straight and pulled his feet in, resting his elbows on his knees. He somehow looked a little bit uncomfortable, nervous almost and somehow it amused you. You had never seen him like that.

“Ya know, just wanna make sure we have the same perception of last night”, he tried again. You didn’t know what he was aiming at. Was he trying to make sure it was just a one-night-stand or was he asking in a weird way if you saw more in last night?

You didn’t know if he was looking for anything, hell, you didn’t even know if you were looking for anything right now, but there was a certain attraction between the two of you that neither side could deny. Especially after last night.

“You mean if this was a one-time-thing?”, you asked a little cocky.

“I meant more in the sense of if I maybe took advantage of you”, he finally said what he meant. The smile dropped from your face. That was not at all where you saw this conversation going.

“I came on to you, remember?”, you said in a defensive tone. “Aye, I remember”, he confirmed and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “But there were some substances involved. Maybe you weren’t thinking straight…”, he suggested.

“What are you trying to say? That I can’t make my own decisions?”, you asked and felt some anger brewing in your stomach. You couldn’t sit still anymore, got up and walked around your desk. With crossed arms you leaned against the front of it.

Chibs held his hands up in a defensive way, but a smile on his lips. “I just wanted to make sure”, he stated.

“Sure, you did”, you nodded your held while you pulled a face. “Let me tell you something”, you said and pushed yourself off the desk.

“I liked you and I wanted you. Did I need some alcohol to get things in motion? Maybe”, you said as you walked over to him. You straddled his lap and rested your hands on the backrest of the couch on either side of his shoulders. Chibs now leaned all the way back, tilting his head up at you which gave you a weird sense of power.

“And when I found myself with a perfect opportunity, I took it”, you told him and your face got closer to his with every word until your mouth hovered only about two inches from his. “And I don’t recall you fighting me off either”, you whispered and tilted your head to the side.

And then you kissed him as passionately as last night, trying to remind him that you could do this just as much when you’re sober.

But then you pulled back just as quickly and wanted to get off his lap, but his hands were quicker as they wrapped around your back and pulled you back in. You felt his tongue enter your mouth and welcomed it with a moan. One of your hands wandered into his hair and lightly tugged on it. Almost automatically, you started grinding into his crotch. His hands moved onto your hips, assisting you and pushing you down on him.

The difference between last night and right now was that you knew when you needed to stop. It was the middle of the day and there were dozens of people just outside this office.

You kissed him just a second longer, then you put your hands on his chest and pushed him back.

“So, I would say we’re good”, you answered his initial question, patted his chest and finally got off his lap. You stood up and straightened out your shirt.

“About that one-time-thing…”, he said and ran a hand through his disheveled salt-and-pepper hair to put it back into place. “Let’s keep an open mind”, you said, leaned down to wipe smudges of your red lipstick off his lip before you walked back around the desk and sat down in your chair, wiping at your own lips. “I’m all yours”, he assured you with a slick smile as he got up and made his way over to the door.

“Good to know, Chibs”, you said with a chuckle. “Filip”, he said. “Excuse me?”, you asked surprised. “That’s my actual name. Thought ya should know”, he explained, sort of half-smiled at you, opened the door and walked out. “Oh”, you somehow were surprised about his name. You knew Chibs wasn’t the name stated in his passport but Filip seemed so…normal?

“See ya, Filip”, you said a little louder as he was already a few steps away from the office. At the sound of his name, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to you. He threw you a look that could cut like a hot knife through butter and you felt a pull between your legs. “See ya, Y/N”, he winked at you and walked off.

next part Dress-up

[faghubby]

GYM DADDY

"I saw you struggling out there" I heard from behind me. I was startled since I was naked stepping into the shower.

"Huh?" I answered. As this guy stepped close to me. He was huge. He looked like he worked out everyday.

"Such a cute little thing" he whispered pushing against me.

"Look dude I am flattered but not into dudes" I said stepping back.

"Me neither but that cute ass of yours looks hotter then my girlfriends" he said stepping close again making me step into the shower. He followed me.

"Listen I just" I started as he pulled off his now wet shorts. His cock flopped out. I couldn't help but look at it.

"I knew you would like it" he said stroking himself as he stiffened. He reached out and grabbed the back of my head pulling me to him. He kissed me. It was forceful overpowering. His tounge forced its way into my mouth. His cock pressed against my thigh. As he broke the kiss.

"Go ahead" he whispered I my ear. His hand sliding down my back and resting on my ass. I looked down. I reached down and touched his cock. He smiled kissing me again.

"Stroke it" he told me. I did just that. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears I did.

"You like my big cock don't you?" He asked softly. I just nodded.

"You can kiss it if you like" he told me but I shook my head. I felt him getting more and more excited. His eyes closed and he moaned as he shot his load all over my stomach. The water washing it away. He quickly washed himself and got out leaving me alone.

I stood in the shower confused on why I had gotten so excited my dick was throbbing. I jerked off thinking about his cock. When I got out I went to get dressed and realized my underwear was missing. So I got dressed commando.

Later I got a message from Gym Daddy. I had no idea who that was as I realized he was in my contacts.

"Do you like to wear panties?" The message said.

"What no? Who is this?" I replied.

"You know who this is, don't play innocent" he replied. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He added

"No I am not gay" I told him.

"Are you sure? Why don't you send me some sexy pics?" Was he serious I thought. I couldn't could I why did this man make me feel like this. I took off my shirt and sent him a pick.

"Hot baby, show me that ass" he replied I pulled off my shorts and posed in my boxer briefs. I felt excited this man calling me hot.

"Do you want to show me more?" He asked. I hesitated then sent him a pick of me naked bending over. He didn't respond. I was excited again and jerked off.

It was several hours later when he responded with a dick pick.

"Do you want to suck it" he asked. I didn't respond. Did I? I had never once thought about a man like this and now. I went the the gym as usual the next day. I looked around for him. But it wasn't until I went to change that he appeared. He grabbed me and spun me around he kissed me and pulled into a shower stall. He fumbled to pull out his cock. He pushed on my shoulders lightly. I knew what he wanted. I let my knees buckle and fall to my knees.

I kissed his growing cock. His hand rubbed my head.

"You know you want to please me" he told me. I looked up at him and tried my best to suck his cock. Only being able to take the large head in my mouth. I stroked the shaft.

"You want to swallow my seed" he told me it wasn't a question he told me I wanted to. And I think I did. My jaw started to ache when he pulled my hair as he came in my mouth. I gagged and spit surprised and unable to swallow. He turned on the shower rinsing us both off. We got out together. I saw another man looking over at us as we did.i was embarrassed at getting caught.

"I got you these" Gym Daddy told me handing me a pair of pink lace panties. I was again embarrassed. As he pushed them into my hand.

"Try them on" he whispered as he stepped back to watch me.

I looked at him and then did as he asked. Even with this other guy looking at us with distaste.

"Makes your ass look so hot" he said grabbing my ass. And kissed me goodbye.i quickly got dressed and tried to catch up to him. He was already driving away by the time I got outside. Later I got a text

"You want me to fuck you, take your virgin ass?"

"I don't know" I replied

"Yes you do, well it is way to hairy" he replied.

"Send me a pick of it smooth, maybe those sexy legs as well" he added

I googled hair removal and how to shave your legs. I learned that hair removal cream would work best. So I found myself in the drug store buying it along with pink lady razors. I got a hardon just buying it.

I spent hours removing my body hair. Found myself removing all my hair from my neck down. I found it exhilarating. I took dozens of selfies of me trying to do sexy poses.

"So hot sweety" he replied. He sent me an address. "Meet me tomarrow at noon" he said. I drove to the address surprised qhen I arrived. It was a little corner bar. I went inside and found Gym Daddy sitting at a corner booth. He stood when I came in.he had me slide into the booth and sat next to me pressing in close?

Without a word my hand slid down to his lap. He spread his legs as I fumbled at pulling out his cock. As I stroked him he moaned.i slid under the table and took him in my mouth. When suddenly I felt two more people approach and sit down with us. Gym Daddy and them started talking mostly about me as He rubbed my head as I sucked his dick.

"She needs a big dick in her ass" Daddy said as they all laughed. I felt another hand grab my ass.

"I think she like to dress up for you" a female voice said. Just as he came I tried really hard to swallow. But spit most of his cum out. As soon as I did I felt him pull me back up the seat. He looked down as to let me know to put his cock away for him. He did not introduce me to hos friends instead just had me sit quietly against him.

They spoke about me rather then to me. I just sat quietly. A few minutes his friends left.

"You did very well" he said standing and helping me put of the booth he too, my hand and led me out of the bar.

"Still think you are not gay?" He asked.i didn't answer. He led me across the street and into an apartment building. Once inside his apartment he sat me down.

"I know what you need, you will give yourself over to me. Wear what I tell you too, eat, drink and sleep when I say. You will be mine to do with what I please" he explained. I just sat and listened.

"You will become a girl, in all sense of the word. I don't mean you will have a sex change. I mean you will dress, act and learn to speak like a woman." He told me. He had me stand. He kissed me and slowly undressed me. I was rock hard by the time he pulled off the panties he had given me.

"Women don't get hard do they?" He asked I just nodded

"No they get wet, you want to get wet for me don't you?" He said his hand slid between my ass cheeks.

"Yeessss" I moaned.

"Good" he smiled and grabbed my balls and squeezed I screamed and buckled in pain. He let me go my hard on gone. He picked me up and bent over his lap. He applied some kind of lotion. Over my ass and worked his finger in. He continued working a second one in He fucked me with his fingers. Soon even pushing in a third. It hurt but i bared it. This continued for some time. Just laid there and let him do as he pleased. Soon he tried to push in a forth finger. The pain was alot worse as he did. But it did not stop him.

"Tell me, do you want more?" He asked me. I didn't respond so he asked again

"Do you want more, do you want me to stretch your boicunt wide open" he said softly.

"Yes," I wimpered. He smacked my ass softly and pushed his forth finger in, tears now flowed from my eyes as he finger fucked me with almost his whole hand. I must of passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up alone on his bed. Still naked. My ass was hurt so much. I went to use the bathroom thinking it might give some relief only to find my assho,e stretched open.

When I came out he was waiting on the bed naked.

"Come sit on my dick" he told me. My ass was so sore I didn't want to but did it anyway. His cock slid in easy. Did he do permanent damage I thought. As I started to fuck myself with his cock.

my legs started to cramp, I thought what else could hurt when suddenly he stiffened and pump his seed in my ass.

"I think I will call you Cindy" he told me.

"Thank you" i nodded. I went again to sit on the toilet sitting out his cum. I showered as well. He was gone when I got out. I found a note on top of a sun dress.

"Something pretty to wear home" it said. He had also provided a bra and panty set to go with it. All with flowery prints.

I couldn't do this, could I. What had he done to me. Why was I so drawn to him. I got dressed anyway. And called an Uber to take me home. I was obviously a guy in drag I thought and got alot of wierd looks especially from my neighbors.

I spent the next three days trying to forget about it all. But found myself sticking things in my ass and wearing the dress.

After a week I text Gym Daddy. But got no response. I bought myself lingerie and two dresses online. And sent him picks of me all dressed up. Still nothing. I bought makeup and watched hours of videos on how to apply it. And sent him even more videos. After two weeks I sent him a video of me fucking myself with a dildo I bought.

"Such a dirty slut" he responded and I almost came as I read it. He told me to come over. When I arrived he wasn't alone. He didn't care he stripped me down to my sexy thong and bralette I had bought. And led me in to meet his friend. He sat down pulling me to the floor at his feet. As he and his friend played video games. He pulled out his cock and I immediately went after it. I had been practicing and wanted to impress him taking more and more of his cock down my throat. After a few minutes he pumped his load down my throat.i looked up at him and he motioned to his friend who also now had his cock out. I hesitated but after a look I did what he wanted and sucked his friends cock as well.

His friend came quicker and with more enthusiasm. I gagged on how much he came but swallowed it all licking up what I had spilled.

"Such a good fucking slut" Daddy told me. "Just think a few weeks ago you told me you didn't like men" he said. I curled up at his feet.

That was 6 months ago. I now live with Daddy as Cindy full time. Daddy real name is Dale. He says I make the best girlfriend always knowing my place. He started me on hormones so I never try and get hard again. I am so happy he found me.

[bbyquokka]

thighs

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

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thinking about marking jisung's soft thighs. nothing but the material of his olive green underwear being a frustrating barrier between you both, stopping jisung from truly feeling your warm and soft skin against his. the waistband sitting low on his body, v lines showing and a small happy trail from his belly button disappearing under the band.

his soft skin flush pink and full of goosebumps as you'd trail your fingertips along his inner thigh, lightly teasing and scratching his skin that leaves faint red marks. his toes curling at the sensation, a tent slowly forming in his underwear.

starting from his knees, you'd ghost your finger up his legs, getting dangerously close to the area he wants you to touch the most. he'd watch your fingers disappearing in his underwear, the tips lightly grazing along his pubic area which would cause his breath to hitch in his throat and heat to rise to his round cheeks.

he'd grow impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel you. he gets that wish after what feels like an eternity of waiting. he would watch you lean down, hair tickling his skin as your soft lips press against the skin of his inner thigh. he'd subconsciously open his legs wider, hand trailing down his chest and stomach to tangle his fingers in your hair. 

your eyes would flutter close. his teeth nibbling the skin of his plump bottom lip. soft kisses would be peppered on his skin, your tongue slowly licking and gliding along his hot skin. his body would be burning with desire and need, his cock twitching evidently in his underwear.

waves of pleasure would gather in the pit of his stomach before spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. your teeth sinking into his skin, lips pressed firmly as you suckle and bite. you'd decorate his skin in multiple bruises of various shapes and sizes, repeating on the other leg, occasionally switching to even out the pain and pleasure.

by now, jisung would be a whimper mess. face flush, body slick with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead and lips chewed and swollen. he's hungry with need and wants you to hurry so he can devour you all night but he waits. he can see how much fun you'd be having with his thighs, how happy you'd look when a new bruise joins with the rest of them. 

you're only marking what belongs to you and jisung would a thousand percent do the same to you.

note: hello. it is i, your fellow delulu jisung SIMP back at it again. blame this for this mess. i havent stopped thinking about him and his thighs since i came across this pic and all i want to do is mark his skin so so so so so so so so bad. its a need at this point. its been imbedded into my brain and tattooed on my skin. i live breathe and sob at this pic and at him, lmao. am i delulu? yes, yes i am. anyways – don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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Milk Management Day 2 <3

responding to your texts from this morning!

That's a very nice mental image, having your head squeezed between my thighs while you serve my cunt and big, drippy tentacle cock. You know I'd make you suck it too, right? Lick and drool over every little suction cup, worship your mistress.

(Got it! I know you like comparisons. It's 8 inches long, so I have you beat there. Thinking about an rp where I'm an alien broodmother / queen and I've got you as my pet drone... I have to get you ready to breed and well-trained by having you lick pheromones off of my cunt and my "stamen" (or whatever it's called in alien-talk) so that you're prepared to put a litter in me <3 Could also include having you drink my saliva. So I'm still training you as a stud/drone, but I have an excuse to make you lick me lots. Could incorporate some dumbification / mind control elements with this, where the more your body changes and prepares to breed me, the more you feel biologically compelled to obey the queen...)

The pictures you sent me were very cute and desperate. You love being told what to do, don't you? It reminds me of a dog who keeps bringing his owner toys, trying to get some playtime. You're so needy for attention. Only two days of saving up your cum and you're already such an attention whore!

I think it's hot that my clit is bigger than you'd think, too. You've seen the diagrams, haven't you? It has a whole internal structure, and about 10,000 nerve endings! (About double of what you have in your big dumb dick.) My orgasms are for my pleasure, and I can cum as much as I want without interfering with my ability to have sex or conceive. In fact, it makes it easier! On the other hand, your orgasms are for service. If you waste them touching yourself, you'll start shooting blanks. Doesn't it seem lke that means your supply is limited? That's why you're being managed, sweetheart.

Ranking your dick pics:

The one in side profile. If you cut your messy hair back, it'd be even easier to see how long you are. It looks bigger than normal, even. Taut and hard. You must be really desperate. The curves are graceful and I want to lick that vein. Your body looks hot, too-- I can see some of your abdomen and thigh. Boys need to remember that a good cock pic isn't just about having a big dick, it's about the rest of your body, the angles, and making a pleasing composition! 10/10

The one where your cock is pointing up and I can see your slutty little waist and thighs, showing off the pink spots from when you punished yourself. I like this one because you're being so obedient. Showing me you can follow orders. And I like that you're hard because I punished you. But something about the foreshortening of your dick means it doesn't look as big as it does in #1.... 9.5/10

The one where you're still half-hard. I like that I can see a spot from when I punished you, and I love seeing that drip of precum sliding down from the tip of your foreskin. This one shows me that you stopped touching when I said so. Good boy! I want to work my tongue under your foreskin and suck off all the pre, make you shiver and whine 'cause it's too sensitive. 9/10

The one of you in your underwear with that spot of pee. It's cute that you pissed yourself a little after just one day of orgasm control. It's really pathetic! You couldn't even control that by yourself. You're so lucky you have a smart owner to decide things for you. 8/10

The one looking down, showing your pants around your ankles. I just think your half-soft cock looks cute here. It's nice and swollen but it's hanging down, not getting any attention! Are those drips on the floor your precum, or did you spill your piss, dummy? 7/10

The one that looks like #2, but your cock isn't pointing up as much. You hadn't punished yourself enough yet! And your dick doesn't look as big. Plus I can see a bit of the toilet in the background. Careless, not as good as the other version, but it's still cute seeing you try to punish yourself for me. 6/10

The one where you're comparing the tip of your cock to the red spot you pinched on your thigh for me. Nice and obedient, but not very artfully framed. Did you mean to include the piss in the toilet? Flush, dummy! It's so funny when boys send dick pics with their rooms all messy in the background. This is the kind of thing girls will show to their friends to laugh at, y'know. 4/10

Getting more into the "laughing in the group chat" section of things... you sent me three pictures where you couldn't get your whole dick in the frame! It's just your pubes and shaft hanging down, maybe half of the tip getting cut off by the bottom edge. "Circumcision by camera," maybe? This is silly. Put in some effort if you want my attention that bad. It's kind of hot that you couldn't fit the whole thing on the frame, but then again... framing is photography 101. Very poor composition. The only reason these three aren't scoring last place is because there's two that are even worse! 3/10

The one looking straight down, with your shirt lying on the floor. Yes, sure, you're long. But there's nothing to compare it with, careless hand placement, looking straight down... No art to the posing here. It's not enough to just have a decently sized dick and act like you're God's gift to women. 2/10

You accidentally photographed your nuts with no cock. I can see a toilet lid between your legs. Did you take this photo on accident? Fail. I'm only giving you one point because I think it's funny. 1/10

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