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theflashesoflove · 2 years ago

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obstacle I

Larissa Weems x f!reader (nsfw) – series

part I :: part ll :: ao3

summary: Could you be more careless? Talking to a stranger online and sharing the most intimate moments of your days with her? The way you trusted her was almost ridiculous, but the way she talked to you made you sure that this grown woman wouldn’t even consider harming you in some way. One would think you were a fool who would regret her messages one day, one would even point a finger at you and say how perverse all of it was. Luckily, no one knew. Except for Lydia, your mistress, to whom you granted not just your body, but also your heart.

a/n: i always dreaded writing series, but this woman inspires me so much that i'm finally up for the challenge. i hope i will be consistent with my writing enough to bring this story where i want it to be. filthy, angsty and gentle. i think there will be two or three more chapters and it is also crossposted on ao3. btw i have a vague idea of what architects do so if you notice some factual mistakes let's pretend that in my silly imaginary world things work this way. the names of the chapters are lyrics from interpol's 'turn on the bright lights' album (it's brilliant, a huge recommend if you like male manipulator music like i do haha). proofread, and i hope it doesn't sound as broken as i think it does. (bracing myself) let's set this little bird free into the wild.

general warnings/tags: unhealthy online relationship, dom!larissa x sub!reader dynamics, sexting, nudes, masturbation + angst and all that stuff to come

chapter word count: 4k

Part I: you are linked to my innocence

Sitting on the balcony, you admired the sun slowly crawling up from its slumber, painting the sky with faint yellow and pink shades, warming up the cool earth. The view before you made you smile. Perhaps having trouble sleeping had its benefits – you could admire such a beautiful sunrise and feel at peace for at least the next hour, before the world would wake up and start swirling around you, overwhelming and demanding.

Thinking of someone who was also so very demanding, you pulled out your phone and started recording the serene scenery. You tried to hold your phone still, though it was hard because of the chilly wind that made you shiver. Ending the video, you opened the messenger and sent it to a woman who made your heart sing just like the morning birds sang, greeting the sun.

You scrolled up your message history with her for a bit, smirking. What a sweet little relationship you had, one time you would send her a beautiful view out of your window, the next time – a picture of you touching yourself in the most sinful way.

Couldn’t sleep again? and What a lovely view, she replied an hour later. Not as lovely as you, though, she added after.

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Her name was Lydia and she had just the right way with her words. She would text you, Send me a picture, and you would rush out of your meeting to the bathroom to send her a selfie. She would text you, What a beautiful shirt you are wearing, unbutton it for me, and you would spend a bit more time in the bathroom sending her picture after picture.

You didn’t know what she looked like. She rarely sent you pictures in return, and you had only one 10 seconds long video of her touching herself. Her fingers were slender, her nails were painted a burgundy red colour, and she had those plush thighs that you wanted to squeeze with your hands. She was a woman of exquisite taste – taste in music, in foods, in lingerie.

You never asked her for more. It was entirely your choice to reveal your face on one of the first videos you sent her. She once told you, Don’t call me by my name on those videos, call me your mistress. You obliged. You always did. An impulse to ask the woman if she could reveal her face bubbled up inside your chest from time to time, but you pushed it away, never willing to make her uncomfortable. Perhaps there was something she didn’t like about herself, perhaps she wanted to be more mysterious and enticing, perhaps she just needed a bit more time – and it had been a year! Never being a selfish one, you suppressed your questions and played by her rules.

She knew a lot about your life. You didn’t realise that you barely knew about hers. You knew that her work was stressful enough to make her speak to you in an especially dirty way in the night, urging you to send new videos for her to let off steam. You could only imagine her, spread on her bed to your sinful sound and pleas. You would tell her, i wish i could see how pleased my mistress is right now, nudging her to send you a picture in return. The woman would just answer, Don’t doubt it, I am very pleased with my darling girl, thank you and end the conversation until the next morning. You knew that she played piano and was popular in high school, though a bit overshadowed by her best friend at the time. You knew that she liked long walks in nature, ice skating and that her favourite season was autumn. She never pressed you to share any details about your life, but you did it nonetheless.

It all started rather accidentally, and you told her millions of times how glad you were that she found you. There was an old record player that you wanted to sell online, and you even gave out a Fleetwood Mac vinyl in addition to it for free. The woman contacted you, anonymous at that time, though she contacted you too late, and the record player was already sold. It didn’t stop the two of you from continuing the conversation, talking about music and antique pieces of furniture she adored. After that, everything escalated quickly – topics changing topics and bringing you into dynamics you didn’t know you would enjoy this much. She teased you a lot, and at first you acted shy and hesitant, bending under her dominance and unravelling your own fantasies over time. She wrapped you around her finger, and on one particular evening you sent her your first video. The woman made it clear that she was hopeful to receive more of those in the future.

Could you be more careless? Talking to a stranger online and sharing the most intimate moments of your days with her? The way you trusted her was almost ridiculous, but the way she talked to you made you sure that this grown woman wouldn’t even consider harming you in some way. One would think you were a fool who would regret her messages one day, one would even point a finger at you and say how perverse all of it was. If you told any of your friends about Lydia, they would tell you that you went nuts. They would tell you to stop texting her immediately and delete the chat to destroy the blackmail material that you’d shared with a stranger. Luckily, no one knew. Except for Lydia, your mistress, to whom you granted not just your body, but also your heart.

Back in the day, you suggested moving the conversation from reselling website direct messages to a more convenient messenger, one that the woman hadn’t heard of before. It took her two days to create an account for contacting you there. Her profile picture was a bush of red flowers, her personal information included just a lyric of a song she liked, and all of it was only for your eyes to see. Not much, but her empty profile on an app which she signed in just for you never aroused any suspicions. Well, sometimes it did, but then she would ask you how your day went and the sweetness of the texts the two of you shared washed your worries away.

In fact, it wasn’t all about sexting. You could see that she was genuinely interested and caring, and you didn’t send her pictures and videos every day, after all. Maybe… three times a week? Five if she was desperate. She woke up earlier than you if you managed to fall asleep the night before and always brightened your day from its beginning with a sweet ‘Good morning, darling’ message. She always wished you a good night and checked in throughout the day, answering your texts and moving the conversation forward. Sometimes she would even send you flowers, and a delivery man would call you and ask for the address. The man would appear on your porch with a delicate bouquet later, a card attached to the wrapping would say, ‘To my favourite girl – L’. You could only giggle and smile to yourself for the rest of the day. No matter how hard you tried to get her number to send something in return, the woman would always brush you off. You can send me a picture in return, she would text you. That was exactly what you would do next.

You’d always start with pictures. On days when you felt especially good about yourself, you didn’t even wait for her to ask. Undressing, you would send her several pictures, losing yet another piece of closing on every photo. Sometimes it would take her too long to reply, and you would record a video for her in advance. There wasn’t any surface in your house that wasn’t caught on camera while you would thrust your fingers inside, making it all pretty and appealing to look at. The sounds you made were an absolute turn on for her, and you always ensured that you put on a good show. It wasn’t even necessary to try hard, you would just recall all the dirty messages she sent you over the course of your relationship, you would imagine how it would feel to be held by her, how those long fingers would pound into you, how her lips would tease your flushed skin. You had a good imagination, and it was enough. The tiniest bits of her that were available to you – all of it was enough, that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. A hopeless romantic you were, blindly expecting that one day she would surprise you and reveal herself, and tell you how much she wanted to meet you in person. Still, it never came. That day never came, and you tried not to overthink it. You were supposed to be grateful for what you already had, after all.

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I have a very important meeting today and I just know that it won’t go easy on me. Can you please bend over your desk for me this evening, dearest? Lydia texted you a few hours later after receiving the video.

of course, mistress, you answered playfully. your boss doesn’t give you a break, huh? ;)

Thank you, darling girl, I’ll be waiting, she replied, ignoring the message about her boss.

You made sure to text her during your lunch break, checking if she didn’t forget to eat in between her piles of work. She told you that she had a snack and it was very nice of you to bother. A couple of hours later she asked how were you feeling since you didn’t get any sleep last night. You told her that you were running on energy drinks and green tea and she jokingly scolded you for the energy drinks part. It made you bite your lower lip, how caring she was for you in return.

The desk in your office was never neat. Scattered papers, your laptop always on charge, heated up with architect software. You hunched over the plan with a pencil in your hand, making sure that the plumbing system of the building made sense at all. Working in a reconstruction and restoration company, you never really got a chance to do the part you studied for in the first place. Always checking other architects’ plans and fixing their mistakes for them, not having the opportunity to do something of your own. Your days were filled with somewhat ridiculous tasks yet even those managed to make you feel the struggle of workload.

The surface of your desk shuddered when your phone buzzed with a reminder about forthcoming meeting, and you straightened, feeling a familiar ache in your lower back. You threw on a jacket, took your phone and notebook and left your office, politely smiling at coworkers passing by.

The meeting went as smoothly as always – at least you enjoyed the working atmosphere of the company. Your boss talked about the updates in the company policy and proceeded to inform the staff about upcoming projects. He announced that the Principal of Nevermore school contacted them for the reconstruction work, and your coworkers didn’t even try to hide their opinions on outcasts and how infamous the school was, especially after the causality that happened a few months ago. Not paying attention to their grumbling, you thought it would be a great opportunity to finally show your skills, and your boss thought so too.

“Y/N, you will take over this project. I’m passing you the papers with details, I feel like the time to shine has come!” he said, approaching your seat with a folder in his hands. Some of your coworkers sighed in relief, glad that they wouldn’t be involved with Nevermore. It made you wince – you never thought badly of outcasts like the majority of others did, the idea of being hostile towards someone just because they were different made you nauseous like it would do to any decent person. “The Principal insists on cooperation, and I have to warn you – you will probably have to visit the site more times than would be necessary for a usual project. I hope it won’t be a problem,” he said with a light smirk.

You smiled and bit your cheek, anticipation tingling on your fingertips. “No, it won’t be a problem. Thank you,” you uttered, taking the folder. “When am I supposed to start?”

“Next week. We arranged a meeting with Principal Weems, she said it was very important for the school, and I quote, ‘to thoroughly negotiate the reconstruction process’.”

The school was enormous, but the work was connected to a relatively small part of it, a tower that was destroyed recently. You spent the rest of your evening studying the documents – an old plan of the school that included the tower. It was impressive how old this building was. Besides, you would be taking part in preserving and reconstructing the historic site, the whole prospect of reconstructing a part of Nevermore ensemble sounded like a dream coming true. The fact of such a project being granted to you to work on would be unbelievable if deep down you didn’t know the reason for it. It seemed that no one from your company wanted to work with Nevermore, but the school was about to pay generously, so they had to find someone to 'deal with the outcasts'. How foolish your coworkers were for declining such an opportunity, you thought, smiling to yourself.

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Back home, you didn’t bother to change into your indoor clothes, knowing full well that you would need to be completely naked soon anyway. Having had a quick meal and relaxed on the couch, closing your eyes for a little too long than you planned, you finally entered your bedroom and started setting a scene. Sometimes the lengths you went to make a perfect video for Lydia made you embarrassed, but how could you do it any other way? The woman’s attention was worth all of your efforts. You cleaned up your desk, returning previously forgotten mugs to the kitchen, shoving papers into the desk drawer and moving the pile of laundry laying on the floor out of frame. The curtains had to be closed for the last sun rays entering your bedroom not messing with the lighting on camera, the cosy shine of a garland and the dim light of a bedside lamp would be enough to illuminate your form in the most lovely way. You checked your reflection in the mirror and wiped away a few particles of mascara from under your eyes. For a second you tensed, your insecurity taking over. Would Lydia like you as much if she saw you in person? Wouldn’t she be disappointed that a flawless image you tried to create for her wasn’t as flawless in real life? Perhaps that was why she didn’t want to meet up in the first place? Did she already know that wasting the time of her busy schedule would completely disenchant her perception of you? You took a deep breath and shook your head, backing off from the mirror. It was alright. She liked you. Still you desperately wanted to be perfect for her.

The next thing you did was distract yourself with having fun and a bit of a struggle with setting up a phone stand out of books. After you were sure that your phone wouldn’t slide down halfway through the recording, you set a 10 seconds timer and started slowly unbuttoning your shirt to catch the process on camera. The photo turned out just the way you wanted from the first try, revealing the right amount of skin and a glimpse of your lingerie. It didn’t even matter in the end, but you were always attentive to details. Completely taking off your shirt, you grabbed your phone and took the second picture – a close up of your lacy bra, nipples visible through the fabric, collarbones calling to be showered with your mistress’ kisses. The sound of timer counting down rang across your bedroom once again, you unhooked your bra to send it down onto the floor and stepped back, already topless, unzipping your pants and craning your neck to the side with a soft smile on your lips. Oh, how much you loved spoiling Lydia even if sometimes it stressed you out to the point of worrying about your imperfections. Your pants made their way onto the floor as well, out of the frame, of course, and as the next timer started counting down, you rushed to your desk to bend over it prettily, exposing your cheeks for the last photo. Then, you returned to your phone and sent pictures to Lydia, smiling to yourself at the thought of her ending her tedious day of work and seeing your message.

It took you a fair amount of time to warm yourself up for the video by bringing yourself to the edge with a vibrator, uncomfortably sprawled in your chair and growing hotter with every second. You barely managed to stop yourself from climaxing, removing the vibrator from your clit and standing up on wobbly legs to continue your filming session. The phone was settled into its makeshift stand again, the sun finally settled, not peeking through the curtains anymore, which made the scene look especially intimate in the dimmed lights, and you were ready to absolutely ruin yourself for Lydia. After pressing the record button, you bent over your desk once again, and massaged your cheeks, squeezing and pulling to reveal your glistening sex. Having satisfied your need to tease the woman a little more, you spread your legs wider and took a toy that rested on the desk the whole time.

Teasing your wet entrance with the toy, you pleaded into the silence of your room, “Oh, please, fuck me… fuck me, mistress, please…”

By the time you finished, you were worn out – the position was rather uncomfortable, especially when you had to work with your hand from behind. You pressed the side of your face against the surface and sighed happily, “Thank you, mistress, you are so good to me.” There was a deep red mark of the edge of the desk on your knee, the wood was digging into your skin almost the whole time you were filming after you decided to move your leg higher for better access and view. The awkward scene of you grunting as you lifted yourself from the desk and padded over to your bed to stop the recording was cropped out later.

An hour passed by, and Lydia finally answered your messages, saying that she was done with the meeting and work for the day, ready to witness you coming undone for her.

You look absolutely ravishing, dear. Let me see how you used that toy on your pretty pussy?

are you already in bed? You asked, trying to withhold the sweet video a little longer.

No, darling. I’m taking a bath right now, she answered, arousing the urge in you to ask her if she could give you at least a glimpse of her body basking in the warm water. You didn’t ask her.

I need you, came a text seconds later, and you couldn’t resist her anymore.

The video went on for about 11 minutes, you didn’t know if you should have made it shorter or longer for her liking. You wondered how long it would take her, you wondered what she would use to pleasure herself and how it would feel to be with her in that moment, spreading shower gel all over her breasts and teasing her with your thigh pressed against her core. You wondered how it would feel to just settle in her lap, wrap your hands around her shoulders and hide your face in her neck, revelling in her presence.

The waiting after sending her those kinds of videos was the most tortuous one, you didn’t yet know if she liked the video or not, you didn’t know if it met her expectations, you didn’t know if it even made her wet and eager to pleasure herself. Sometimes you were afraid that she wouldn’t even bother to watch it or to reply to you ever again. Fifteen minutes later, you got a response – 1 attachment. Your heart somersaulted against your ribcage, and you hesitated for a moment before tapping on the notification, prolonging the excitement of not knowing what she sent you.

Those beautiful thighs. Oh, how much you thought about them wrapping around your head, how many times you rewatched the only video she sent you, remembering the patterns of stretch marks along her skin. She looked especially soft and rosy, her wet pubic hair neatly covered her sex, and the foam melted around her body, glistening on camera. The water was steamy and her hand rested on the rim of the bathtub – you could only assume that she was completely spent.

i would eat you out until those gorgeous legs are shaking, you texted after a while of staring, unable to think straight.

Not before I would be done edging you for hours, she cheekily answered. And before you could think of a suitable response in the same dirty fashion, she sent her next message, Thank you, dearest. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.

A smile spread across your features, so wide it almost started to hurt. You plumped down on the bed and nuzzled your nose into the pillow, vainly seeking her scent that was never there in the first place. Contented that the woman felt about you this way, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine her. Imagine, imagine, imagine – it was the only thing you could do. In that moment, you hopelessly wanted to press yourself into her, to cling to her body and dissolve in her warmth. How much you yearned for her to give you real proximity, to caress your sides as she would bury her face in your hair and fall asleep next to you, breathing peacefully. Or she would let you lie down on her chest and listen to her calming heartbeat, holding your hand and circling your skin with her thumb.

A couple of red heart emojis were sent Lydia’s way and you locked your phone, turned on your back and looked at the ceiling. Fulfilled and deprived at the same time.

by the way, i was given a new project today! You texted Lydia five minutes later, remembering that you forgot to share the exciting news. i’m so happy, they finally gave me the big girl stuff to do haha

That’s amazing, dear. I’m very proud of you, Lydia answered, making you blush.

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The next Monday you were on your way to Nevermore – it felt very exciting to leave the office for once to see the site of reconstruction. To your surprise, it wasn’t that long of a ride, you expected the school to be more distant from Jericho than it was. Driving along the road that was framed by thick forest made you want to pull over for a second to take a picture of towering trees, branches tranquilly swinging in the wind, the sun peaking through the leaves. However it would be a bad idea, unless you wanted to be late for the meeting more than you already were.

The building of Nevermore astonished you from the first glance. A dark fantasy, elaborate decorations and old-fashioned high ceilings. You arrived at the brink of evening – Principal Weems didn’t have time for the meeting until 5 p.m. – and the golden hour made the school look even more otherworldly. You didn’t need a tour since you had an insight on what the building was like inside, and the location of classrooms and halls didn’t really change over decades. Approaching the Principal’s office, you adjusted the collar of your shirt and fixed your hair – this was serious, you had to make a good impression on the client.

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a/n: oh, larissa... honey, you've got a big storm coming

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie

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calumsrockstar · 1 year ago

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Bunny - Ashton Irwin

a/n: DADDY ISSUES NATION RISE! This is my longest fic until now, and it´s inspired by @rip-quizilla.

word count: 3k

Where you find a mysterious hot neighbor.

Contents: MAJOR AGE GAP (reader is 19 and Ash is 44), perv!ash, spanking, pet names, praise, unprotected p in v, oral (f and m recieving) masturbation (f and m), corruption kink, daddy kink

Older!Ash x Reader

You entered your brand new house, it was small, but spacious considering it was your first. Your mom and your dad finally let you move out, giving you all the privacy you needed.

For the first month everything was normal, until you heard almost every mom in the neighborhood talk about a handsome and mysterious Mr. Irwin. Only to notice that he was living right next to you.

You were curious, since moving to the neighborhood, you´ve never seen what he looked like, your window was right opposite his, but he always kept the curtain closed.

Adjusting yourself, you looked at the mirror and flattened your yellow sundress. It was a hot summer day, and what better way to quench your thirst than to deliver lemonade to your supposedly hot neighbor?

You opened the fridge to get a large jug of your homemade lemonade, and left the house, leaving the front door unlocked.

Walking to his house, you took deep breaths, and knocked on the door. Now you wait.....

A tall man opened the door, looking to be in his 20s. His light brown hair looked soft and curly. his skin sunkissed. "Hi there." He smiled. Making you forget why you were there.

Holy shit.

"Um-hi." You smiled. "I moved here a month ago and I ́ve never said hello, I decided to bring you some lemonade. Some friendly neighbor activity." You chuckled.

He looked you up and down, basically devouring you with his eyes. "That's awfully kind of you." You detected some kind of accent. "It 's no problem." You replied.

"Sorry if this is too direct but, how come i´ve never seen you before?" You asked him. "At my age, I don't go out of my house much honey, I like to read, play music." You raised an eyebrow. "Your age? Like 25?"

He let out a throaty laugh. "You flatter me." Making you smile. "How old are you?" You asked. "If you don't mind me asking of course." He grinned. "Guess."

"28?" He shook his head no. "30?" He shook his head no again. "35?" You asked, hoping you didn't say he was too old. "More." He grinned. "No fucking way." You replied. "40?" He clicked his tongue. "You're getting closer." Your mouth was practically on the floor. "I´m 44, sweetheart."

"What? That's insane." You smiled. "You definitely don't look or act 44." You said. "Hey, how is a 44 year old supposed to act?" He chuckled. "I don´t know, smoking cigars on your front porch, maybe?" You smiled. "I´m young at heart, you know." He leaned down to talk to you.

"How old are you, little lady?" He grinned. "I'm 19." He widened his hazel eyes. "19, wow. Basically a baby." You fake pouted. "I'm not a baby." You smiled, teasingly. "You are to me." He replied. You frowned. Did he actually think of you as a kid?

"What´s a young girl like you doing living all by herself?" He asked. "I just moved out, I wanted some privacy." You replied, making him raise an eyebrow. "Privacy, huh? You sure you´re not gonna throw any parties?"

You laughed. "That's not what all kids do these days, by the way. Maybe in your time, Mr. Irwin." You put your hand on your forehead. "That was rude, i´m sorry." He laughed. "How do you know my last name?" He smiled.

You turned pink. "Well, you must know that women talk about you." He raised an eyebrow. "Do they?" He chuckled. "Yeah, all the time." You replied.

"Can you tell me what they say?" He smiled, making you turn an even deeper shade of red. "Well, they all say you're really handsome and stuff... And how they wonder if you have a wife." You smiled. "No, I don't have one, sweetheart." He grinned.

Oh god yes.

"Oh, that's good to know. I mean, that's cool." You stuttered. Making him chuckle. "Well, I guess I´ll see you around, Mr. Irwin." You said turning your back. "Please, call me Ashton." He blurted out. "What's your name?" He asked. "It´s y/n." You smiled. "Nice to meet you y/n." I hope to see you soon." You looked over your shoulder and nodded.

When you turned around, Ashton couldn't help but look at your ass. It was sculpted and it drove him crazy. He could tell you were definitely trouble.

Ashton closed the door, and smiled. You were the only thing he could think of for hours. He wanted to get to know you, to know what your interests were, your life. He already was utterly obsessed. He felt like a teenager again, with hormones blossoming inside of him.

You were sweet and innocent, like a bunny. Something deep inside him wanted to ruin you.

You could not help thinking of him too. His tattooed arms, his curly hair, how his tank top hugged every place of him. How his shorts were tight around his bulge.

Shit. You wanted to fuck your 44 year old neighbor.

Ashton let his curiosity get the best of him. He finally opened his office window, to see if he could peek inside your house. Fortunately for him, this was the window directly opposite your bedroom.

After a long day, you decided to go to your bedroom to relax. Kicking off your shoes and getting out of your sundress. It was hot, so you absentmindedly left your bedroom window open, not knowing you had a spectator.

"Holy fuck." Ashton thought, his jaw was on the ground. You were wearing a lacy pink underwear set. The dim lighting in your room made you look ethereal.

Ashton was getting harder by the second. He knew this was wrong. Spying on his innocent little neighbor. But at this moment, he could care less.

You took off your bra, slowly. Ashton watched your breasts slip out of them, he thought he was dreaming. You were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

You reached in your bedroom drawer and found a pretty pink vibrator that you've stashed there. You laid down, tracing circles over your panties with the vibrator, letting out little whimpers.

"No fucking way." Ashton mouthed. He couldn't take it anymore. He took his cock out of his pants, bubbling with pre-cum. He felt like a pervert, but this turned him on even more.

Little y/n wasn't as innocent as he thought.

Taking off your panties, your pussy was on full display. Making Ashton´s mouth water.

You pressed the vibrator on your clit while you inserted two fingers inside of yourself, curling them. The shock made your back lift off the mattress, with a moan so loud you were sure your neighbor could hear.

All you wanted was Ashton. You wished his fingers were inside of you, you wished he was fucking you.

Ashton started to rub himself, watching intently. So what if you saw? He thought. His cock was throbbing, he was desperate to be inside you. Every muscle in his body ached for you.

You started to squirm, your clit throbbing with pulsing sensations that made you convulse in bed. While Ashton was shivering. This is the most turned on he´s been ever.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." You moaned while you bit your lip, feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach. Ashton started fucking his fist, harder and faster.

"Fuck! Ashton!" You screamed when you came. Putting your hand to your mouth when you realized what you said. At the same time, Ashton came all over his hand, panting hard. His curls were sticking to his forehead.

Did she just say my name? She couldn't have.

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In the morning you decided to lounge by the pool, and get some sun. You put on your favorite blue bikini and put your hair in a bun and headed out to the garden.

You opened up the door to your yard, secretly hoping a certain hazel eyed man would stumble in.

Sitting on a lounge chair, looking at your phone you noticed a tall figure looking down at you.

"Fuckin´ hot today, eh?" It was Ashton. A shirtless Ashton. Looking you up and down with no shame. "Good morning Mr. Irwin." You smiled. "You're finally out of the house." You added. "I wanted to see you, darling." He replied. Your mouth turned dry.

"You wanted to see me?" You repeated, making him smile. "Why do you want this old man out of your garden?" He chuckled, making you giggle. "Nah, c´mere." You told him, making a "Come hither" motion with your finger.

Just to think those were the fingers that were inside you last night made him shiver.

You tucked your legs in and motioned for him to sit at the tip of the lounging chair. When he sat, you spread your legs to fit around his thighs.

The only thing separating your pussy from his back was a flimsy piece of fabric.

"So, where are you from?" You asked him. "I´m originally from Australia, but I moved here a few years ago." You nodded. "Why´d you move?" You asked, picking at his sunburnt shoulders. "I think I just wanted to move on with my life, start a new chapter." He looked back at you and smiled. "Fair enough." You smiled back.

"I haven't noticed your tattoos." You said, stroking your hands on his arm. "Yeah got a few of them, love, years of experience." He smiled. "This one's my favorite." You pointed at his snake tattoo on his bicep. "It's one of my favorites too."

"Do you have any more tattoos?" You asked, rubbing both of his thighs. "y/n..." He melted into your touch. "I'm just asking." You grinned, placing a kiss on his neck. "Jesus Christ." He chuckled in between shallow breaths. "Are you sure?" He asked. You muttered an "mhm."

"I´ve seen you eye fucking me, Ashton, when we first met, when I was taking out the trash, right back then..."

He stood up, turned to face you, and sat back down."Dirty girl... When I was in college you weren't even born yet." You shrugged your shoulders, smiling. You could feel a wet patch growing in your bikini bottoms.

"I was touching myself thinking of you last night." You whispered, making him grin. "Me too." He chuckled. "You just looked so pretty yesterday... Your window was open." Your mouth dropped. "You perv!" You smiled. "Hey, you´re the one touching yourself thinking of an old man fucking you." He grinned.

"You looked so cute squirming, bunny." This sent shivers down your spine.

"Please kiss me." You pleaded. He wasted no time. He held your face with his two hands and kissed you, the kiss was fervent, urgent. Your tongues battling between each other, barely giving you space to breathe.

"Do anything you want to me, Ashton." You told him. "Anything?" He asked. "Anything." You smiled. "That´s a very bold claim to make." "I mean it." You smirked.

"Stand up." He ordered, doing the same as you. "You brought this upon yourself." He smiled, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you scream and giggle.

He unlocked his front door and carried you inside. You observed three guitars and a huge drumset in his living room, complete with 10 pairs of drumming sticks.

He placed you on the couch that was big enough to fit four people, putting enough force for you to land with an "oomph."

"You look so cute, babygirl." He smiled, making you blush. You decided to make a risky move. "Thank you, daddy." You replied, waiting for his response.

You could see his eyes visibly darken, and his mouth turned into a grin. "Holy fuck, y/n." He smiled. "Want me to be your daddy?" He asked you. You could only mutter an "mhm." Your clit was throbbing, practically begging to be touched.

He trailed a finger through your bikini bottoms, making your whole body shiver. "So wet for me, and I haven't even touched you, bunny." He whispered in your ear. "Please, Ashton." You mewled.

He tugged at the strings of your bikini top and undid them. "You have such perfect tits, princess." He said, while fondling them. Placing his mouth on one and nipping at it, making you whimper. "So sensitive, too." He smiled.

Kneeling in front of you on the couch, he tugged on your bikini bottoms taking them off. You clenched your legs together, by instinct, blushing. "No need to be shy, princess." He smiled, gently pushing your legs apart and peppering little kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"Such a pretty pussy." He cooed. "Fuckin´ perfect."

He kitten licked your clit, making you let out a breathy moan. He looked up at you, waiting for your approval. You nodded and smiled, making him grin.

He grabbed your lower back with his big hands and pulled you closer to his face, making you gasp.

His pupils were blown out with lust. Dipping down to face your sex. Without warning, he dives in and you feel him licking a long strip between your wet folds.

"Fuck! Ashton." You exclaim, grabbing his curls and digging your fingers into his scalp. He winced at the pain, but he definitely enjoyed this.

You grind against his mouth, while his tongue draws circles around your clit. Throwing your head back into the couch, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

The sensation was almost too much. His eyes never left you, enjoying the sight of you convulsing on the couch. Your pretty moans were like music to his ears.

He licks faster and faster. Groaning inside of you. "I'm getting- I'm getting close." You said in between shallow breaths. He starts sucking on your clit harshly, the sounds were borderline sinful.

You felt a tightness inside your stomach, like a cord waiting to snap. "Don´t stop, please." You mewled.

Your orgasm washes over you, making your whole body shake, clenching your walls around Ashton´s tongue. "Oh my God." You smiled.

Ashton surfaced, his lips were puffy and his mouth was covered in your slick. "Hi." You giggled. "Hi." He repeated, smiling. You covered your face with your hands, and blushed.

"Can I taste you?" You asked. "I-um, fuck yes." He stuttered. "Yeah, you can taste me."

He takes off his shirt and gives it to you. "Here baby, for your knees." You smile and bunch up the soft cotton material on the ground.

You kneel down in front of him, pulling his shorts down and snapping the elastic band of his boxers, finally freeing him. His erection sprang up at you. It was the longest and thickest cock you´ve ever seen.

"See how you make me feel, bunny?" He asked, making you smile. You pumped his shaft a few times to test the waters, making him groan deeply. "Fuck, y/n..." He moaned.

You kitten lick his tip, tasting his salty pre-cum, making Ashton´s whole body shiver.

Sinking down, you took his whole length, gagging. Ashton gently grabbed your hair, holding it to get it out of the way. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling circles around his tip.

"Fu-uck..." He moaned. "You're so perfect." He breathed deeply.

Soon enough, he was moving his hips, increasing his pace while his head was thrown back. "Makin´ me feel so good, sweet girl." He groaned.

He pulled himself out of you, grabbing you by the hair. "I´m not gonna be able to fuck you if we continue this." He chuckled. "Want daddy to fuck you, bunny?" He asked, making you nod. "Please, that's all I want, please." You begged, making him smile darkly.

You both stood up. "C´mere." He said, picking you up bridal style. You were still surprised as to how he could pick you up like you were nothing.

Taking you up a big staircase, you found yourself in a huge master bedroom, complete with another drum set, and vinyls hanging on the walls.

He plopped you down on the bed, a bit more roughly this time.

He looked around, opening a few drawers. "What 's wrong?" You asked. "Shit, I don't have a condom." He muttered. "I'm on the pill." You smiled, making him grin as well. "That's all you needed to say." He replied, taking off his shorts and underwear.

He climbed on top of the bed, hovering over you. "Daddy's gonna make you feel good, sweetheart." He smiled, you watched his eyes darken.

He puts a hand on your throat and pushes his mouth in for a kiss, hard, sloppy, hungry.

"You okay?" He smiles. "Yeah, just please fuck me Ashton." You pleaded. "Atta girl." He responded.

He grabbed your hips and slowly pushed himself inside of you, hissing at the feeling. The initial stretch burned, but slowly but surely you got adjusted to his size.

"Fuck, you´re so tight, bunny." He groaned, starting to pump in and out, guiding your hips, making you arch your back off the mattress, if they could, your eyes could roll into the back of your head.

"Please, faster." You exclaimed. You were lightheaded, becoming cockdrunk, letting out little moans that made Ashton go wild. "Want to ruin you, so nobody but me gets to use this pussy."

"Fuck! Just like that!" You exclaimed, feeling the pulsing wave of pleasure continue to grow inside of you, clenching around his cock. "You're taking me so well baby girl, won't last much longer with you clenching around me like that." He breathed rapidly.

"I'm close, Ashton." You repeated. "Cum for me bunny, let me feel that perfect fucking pussy." Those words were enough to make you cum alone.

You felt a familiar feeling inside your stomach. You felt Ashton´s cock twitch inside of you, meaning he was close as well.

You released yourself, gushing all over his cock, "Mphhhh.." You mewled and he filled you up to the brim with his cum, with a deep groaning sound,almost animalistic. he pulled out of you, letting his cum spill all over the sheets.

"Give me a second." He said, getting up and going to the bathroom, retrieving some wipes to help you clean up, discarding them in a trash can next to his bed.

"Was that okay?" He smiled. "It was perfect, Ashton." You grinned, looking up at him, pulling him into a kiss.

"Jesus, y/n, you´re gonna be the death of me." He curled his lips up into the kiss.

#ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin x reader #calum hood x reader #5 seconds of summer fanfic

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mega kaede has enough~ her brain is frying~ she cant sleep anymore and hasnt for 10 days! masturbating and turning her room into slop and covering every wall with cum~ even sleeping in it, so constantly always horny she also decide to wear slutify skimpy version of her outift (or even cowprint) drenched in cum and to go in class like that as if its totaly normal. the reason ? shes fallen totally in love and is ultra horny for shuichi! the mega slutty femboy ! she wants to smother his fat femboy ass! to titfuck his cock! and to fill his holes with her own! and marrying him too! the most insane slutty mariage ever!

(Fun fact, I began calling Kaede as Cowede on narration without realizing, but fits well ;3) HYPER STUFF +18:

SLOSGH SLOSGH SPLURRTT SLOSGH SPLURRTT SLOSGH SLOSGH SPLURRTT

That thick wet sound came from Kaede´s room. Anyone who dare to open her door would be hit by the stench of hundred gallons of cum and would get coated on it! Inside, Kaede was masturbating, the only thing she´s been doing other than going to class since she saw him…

"NGGHHHHHH~ SHUICHIIIII~"

SPLURRTT SLOSGH SLOSGH

Another load of cum joined the flooded room, any furniture, the walls, the floor and even the ceiling was coated in so much cum that they couldn’t be seen, the amount of cum on the floor was so much that it reached her bed and she was completely coated while sniffing her own powerfull smell

"W-Why is he so cuteeee~ I love him~ those plump lips~ AHHH SPLURRTT that cute face~ NGHH SPLURRTT T-THAT MASSIVE MEATY BOY ASS!!!!"

SPLURRTT SLOSGH SLOSGH

"I need him~ I NEED YOU SHUICHIIIIII~!" Cumming one more time, Kaede heard the bell ring, it was time to go class, but this time she was determined to get Shuichi no matter what! So putting on her micro cowkini and with her whole body drenched in her own cum, she ran towards her classroom knowing Shuichi is always first to arrive to class

Cowede finally arrives at the classroom and just as she expected, the only one inside is shuichi. And immediately that horniness of hers was growing! The femboy’s huge ass cheeks are turning the futa cow’s cock on so much!!!

“Oh, hello kae- woah!”

he is surprised by how Cowede looks, the amount of smelly cum and the cow attire taking him by complete surprise. He could see so much of kaede’s thick tits and ass, but especially kaede´s flaccid huge cock being dragged behind her, failing to be covered by the cow panties she was wearing. It was coating the whole area that she had ran by in gallons of pre.

“Hello Shuichi~”

Cowede began walking sluttily towards him, those hips of her swinging from left to right in a suggestive way, glueing shuichi’s eyes to her ass which was clapping really loudly

“why your face so red? Maybe cause of my giant boobies? My huge mommy milkies? My Chesticles? My calcium Cannons? My booty? My thicc ass? My cake-up dumptruck? My big chunky bubble butt? Or what about my ginormous futa schlong trailing on the ground? Whatever it is, Cow-ede hopes you love my whole exposed body~~”

Kaede began getting closer to shuichi, and since he was sat near to the back of the classroom, corner him on the wall with her ginormous cow utters! Those melons were pouring tons of milk all over shuichi and the walls. Kaede stared down shuichi’s sexy Femboy body, her cock pressed against him as it began to harden and leak pre all over shuichi’s legs

"I think I found the problem~" Kaede gropes Shuichi´s growing bulge and knell to unzip his pants, once those fell Shuichi´s hot growing meat hit Cowede´s face, Much bigger than what she thought and wasn´t full hard yet "YOU ARE ALSO THIS HUNG!? YOU ARE PERFECT!!" Cowede began to pleasure him using her massive breasts and sucking the tip

"K-Kaede p-please stop! nghhh~" Shuichi tried to contain himself but couldn´t avoid growing on her mouth, Cowede then grope his massive ass and began to deepthroat him between sloppy wet noises

SLUURP SHORLP SLUHS GLUSGHR SHLUUUUURP

"I-If you keep l-like Ohh~! like this I´ll cum soon!!" Shuichi placed his hands on the Cow´s head holding her against his pelvis while bursting a load inside of her "C-CUMMING!!!!"

Slohsshg Glurgh Glurpgh Shlosgh

Cowede make sure to not loose a single drop, with her belly growing full of cum and once Shuichi was dry she wake up with her mouth full of cum

SMOOOOOOOOOCHHHHH

Cowede kissed his lips on a french kiss making sure to force Shuichi taste his own load, keeping the same position for a minute before letting him go. Shuichi couldn´t speak, he was stunned and the whole situation surpassed him. But Cowede wasn´t done yet

"You really cummed a lot Shuichi~ I bet that felt good, but I want to fell good too~~!" Standing up and throwing Shuichi to the floor, Cowede walkend backwards to place her massive still growing cock tip against his ass

"W- WAIT KAEDE IT´S TOO BIG WON´T FIT!!!!" Shuichi was truly scare, Cowede´s cock wasn´t even full hard yet and it was much bigger than his whole body, but not like she cares about sizes

"Don´t worry, will fit just fine~" Starting to press against his asshole, her cock slowly make it´s way in, using her own pre to make it easier to fit "come oooon~ just a bit more~!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-nNGHHHHHHHHHGGGG"

SPLORPSHHHHHH

With a wet noise, Cowede got her cock inside Shuichi, his eyes just turned into hearts, with his tongue out his mouth and making an ahegao "SO BIIIIG!! KAEDE´S COCK FELLS SO GOOD!!!"

Kaede got a crazy and horny smile on her face, drooling while groping Shuichi´s ass and putting more of her cock inside while growing more "I KNEW YOU WOULD GET IT SHUICHI!! LOVE ME AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU!! FALL IN LOVE WITH ME! GET OBSSESED WITH ME!!"

Suichi couldn´t do anything but moan, lost on pleasure while having continuous orgasms, this new sensation was the best he ever felt, and only continue to get better with Cowede growing more inside his body

"I- I´M GETTING CLOSEEEE~!! TAKE ALL MY CUUUUUUUUUM!!!!" Cowede screamed as loud as her body allowed her to, while releasing Gallons of her thicc cum inside Shuichi´s belly, inflating and distending his belly

SPLURRTT SLOSGH SLOSGH

"K-KAEDE~!!! I-IT´S T-TOO MUCH!! NGHHHHH~!! The extreme pleasure Shuichi was feeling made him cum again, releasing another gallon of his Femboy cum this time on the floor, but this just got Cowede even hornier, making her cum much more and at faster "W-WAIT K-KAED-"

GLUUUUUGHGHHHH!!!!!

From Shuichi´s mouth, a torrent of cum began to pour, starting to flood the whole classroom. For 15 minutes, Cowede continue pumping cum inside her loved Femboy, and once she was done, Shuichi´s belly was 3 times bigger than himself and the whole place flooded up to Cowede´s shoulders in dense sperm, hiding Shuichi´s belly under it at the same time, while from the open door her cum was flooding the halls "That was awesome~… I love you Shuichi~ you love me too right~?"

"Ghhuuaghh..." Shuichi was too full of cum to even speak, still pouring cum from his mouth on this moment

"Oh I KNEW you would fall in love with me~!!" Cowede hugs Shuichi while her cock throbs getting hard again "we are getting married as soon as we can~"

SMOOOOOOCHHHHH

Cowede began kissing Shuichi, swallowing the cum that enter her mouth when she heard someone coming, totally covered in Cowede´s cum, Miu arrived at the classroom "What the hell, balls for brains!? if you want to drown hope´s peak on your cum at least tell me to join!"

"Hehehe~~ sorry Miu I couldn´t hold myself longer being so close of my fiance~ don´t worry Miu you are invited to the wedding~" With her mind getting full of ideas to do on the honeymoon, Cowede began to move her hips again, focusing on her lovely and depraved future life with Shuichi

#HyperFutaKaede #DanganHyperFuta #HyperFemboyShuichi

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ladylaviniya · 1 year ago

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The Spirit of Christmas Eve

Masterlist || Chapter 1 ll Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: After an unexpected visit from your younger, overly pregnant and concerned sister- you are yet again put into a terrible mood. You receive a night visit from the ghost of your predecessor and fall into an abyss of confusion.

Pairing: Chris Evans x f!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Disrespect to Homeless People, R4pe Fantasies, Masturbation, Dark Joke about Abortion, Hinted Xenophobia, Humiliation, Ghosts, Swearing, Alcoholic Use, Drug Use, Classism.

Word Count: 5k

Author Notes: This is a parody of the classic "A Christmas Carol" story by Dickens, I hope you come to enjoy it even though the pov holds cruel, toxic and abusive traits.

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09:00am, 24th December 2023, New York City.

Oh how you hated the holidays. You hated the red and green colouring, you hated the carolling groups and bands singing every day in December leading up to the wretched twenty fifth. You hate the baby Jesus in a manager nativity set ups.

‘Jesus wasn’t even fucking born on Christmas. He was a January baby according to Jewish scholars. It was all a ploy to satisfy and celebrate Yule with pagans before encouraging indoctrination!!’

And the smell of peppermint, gingerbread and fatty sugary foods left you feeling sickly.

“Unnecessary calories to dissolve the enamel of my teeth when it comes back up in the goddamn toilet.”

The cold air and the slippery frost brought you no delight. Along the way you would kick the snow men in your walking path. You despised the bratty children sitting on the Santa laps in the malls.

‘Their parents should know half of those fat ass Santa actors are just paedophiles getting their kicks once a year? Yea I’d love a little boy all prim and plump to sit on my lap if I was a sicko in a red suit too.’

You hated the fact they were bringing Christmas trees in the day after Halloween.

“Sure, it spins the wheel of capitalism but God, do they have to look so trashy? Christmas is once a year, not two months long.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you strutted the street to your work place.

Your senior associate Marlene who you could’ve considered your friend had a heart attack early that year. She was a woman in her prime, at forty years old she had managed to build her business empire. No husband, no kids, no pets. She didn’t need those things, not when she raked in over four million dollars a year. She drank and smoked like a chimney, you wondered if it contributed to her death in the end. She was rumoured to be found naked, getting fucked by some no name sexy twenty-one year old playboy from South Korea. And among her blissful orgasm, her heart just couldn’t handle the pressure and faltered.

Imagine his horror. Balls deep and not knowing she had died. Little shit tried getting her money in the inheritance scheme. He tried pushing that he was her long committed boyfriend. One threat to the immigration department sent that kid running for the kills back to Seoul.

You were named successor in her Will. Now, it’s not like you needed her millions, you already had a full pocket. At twenty five you’d made your first million all because you picked the right pattern in your investments and put every cent into them. You worked instead of partied. And many had said behind your back that it made you a miserable sourpuss bitch with no friends. You didn’t need friends. Marlene was just a funny coincidence.

Some might have called you careless, impulsive, and greedy. But what that translates to you was the word ‘Wealth and Success’. You were wealthy and money made you happy. The more numbers, the more joy in your cold heart.

You entered the building that was now yours. Oh did I forget to remind you...you were the CEO of your tax collecting firm. I think that’s important for you to know.

Entering the sleek grey, white and black minimalist foyer you sighed in relief. No Christmas or holiday bullshit in here. You had banned all decorations and affiliations.

And you refused paid leave to anyone asking not to work on Christmas day. You remember scoffing last night at the amount of requests you had received about time off for the holidays.

‘I’m running a business, not a charity.’

Christmas was the best time of year for your job. So many stupid people take out stupid loans they can’t afford especially during the holidays period when gift giving is the centre cause of financial stress. You got a thrill out of denying loans and upping payment interest rates for those suckers who didn’t make their payments on time because they chose to spend the money meant to be going into your pocket on some disposable wrapping paper and a cheap pharmacy gift last minute.

As you stepped into the elevator you smiled cynically at the empty space. You could look at yourself in the mirror and pick apart all the things you loved and hated about your body. It was strangely therapeutic. Something about the critiques gave you a massive high.

But just as the elevator doors where closing a hand slammed hard through the gap.

“Wait!” came a familiar cry. Your face fell and you felt a tight discomfort seeing the face of your younger sister. Caroline.

Your eyes shot down to her belly. Big as a house in the ugliest knit Christmas sweater.

‘Pregnant again. Jesus Christ. What’s this? Number four now?’

You clenched your handbag tighter. You tried recalling some sort of baby shower invite from months ago, you totally forgot about it once you moved it to junk mail.

‘If she fucking asks me for money again, I swear to god she’s risking an abortion voucher in a Christmas card...are abortion vouchers even a thing?’

Caroline had married her highschool sweetheart, he was some sort of mechanic or something. A bum, like your Dad. You couldn’t believe she was dumb enough to breed with an imbecile like him. Mind you, her first son was clearly an teen pregnancy accident that sealed them together. And every year, she just seemed to pop out a new one. And every year that meant you gave her a fat cheque, usually six thousand dollars.

You ground your teeth as she forced herself inside and pressed the button of the doors shut immediately, not at all taking notice of you until mid way moving up in the building.

Her face lit up and she shrieked in delight at seeing you. You strained a smile.

‘Yea, definitely looking for a handout.’

“Oh my god! I was about to fight security to come see you sissy!” she forced her arms around you. You bit your tongue. You hated hugs.

“Well…lovely seeing you too,” you muttered before awkwardly patting her back.

Her breath hitched at seeing the look on your face, “Sorry about not pre-warning, I did try calling you but your phone keeps going to voicemail.”

‘Oh good, she still hasn’t figured out I let them ring out.’

“And you didn’t reply to my emails.”

You fought a smirk, ‘because they go straight to junk mail’.

She smiled and babbled happily, “Anyway, I had to come here because I need to give you-“ she huffed and swiped a bead of sweat from her forehead before reaching into her nappy bag (that she treated like a handbag.) and retrieved a thick red envelope.

She handed it to you. Your manicured nails pinched the ugly stickers one of your nephews or nieces had chosen. Scribbled in absolute chicken scrap handwriting was your name, most likely also done by your nephew or nieces.

The elevator opened and you sighed, marching out to enter the offices with your solo office space down the hall with the largest window and finest view of the city below. You didn’t expect your sister to tail you. She waddled like a fast duck following you.

“I was thinking you should meet this guy that babysits-” She was talking to you about something but in all honesty, you weren’t listening until she mentioned the cursed words, “-Christmas Party.”

You deposited your handbag on your desk and spun on your heel. Your eyes wide, your smile straining into a sneer.

You snickered cruelly and laced your fingers together, “How many times have we discussed this? I. Don’t. Celebrate. Christmas. I don’t do presents, I don’t do carolling, I don’t do secret Santa’s and I sure as fucking hell don’t do Christmas Parties. I’m glad that you and Tim have fun with your kids and do all that meaningless stuff to shield them from the big bad world. I however am not in the mood for it. Work comes first. This is one of the busiest years of my life, the market is at an all time high in interests rates.”

She looked like she was growing smaller with every foul word that dripped like acid rain.

“It’s just one day, not even a full day. Just a few hours, not far from you,” she whispered and rubbed her belly comfortingly.

You shook your head and circled around your desk, “Might as well get this over with, you don’t need to ploy me with booze.”

You pulled out a cheque book from your drawer and slapped it down. You bent over and fished out a pen, pressing the ink to the slim piece of paper.

Your voice came out like a bark, “How much are you wanting this year?”

“Wh-what?” your sisters eyes grew wide.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, with a condescending tone, “How much money do you want to cover all the gifts? I hear Disneyland is great this time of year in Florida. I need a number. I have a busy day ahead of me so I’d just like to get this over and done with.”

Your sister didn’t answer. You glanced up. Her face was no longer smiling. She looked in pain. Her hand sat on top of her belly. She hissed and breathed out hard.

Her eyes were dimming down. She lost the joyful spark. She waddled to the guest chair in front of your desk and sat down.

She put the nappy bag on the floor.

‘great, thanks for the smell of cornflakes and breast milk on the carpet.’

Her breath turned husky and you started to reach for your desk phone ready to call a bloody ambulance to take her to the hospital. You couldn’t tell what the hell was wrong with her and prayed she wasn’t going into labour. You didn’t need to waste five thousand dollars on a carpet replacement because her waters might break.

Her eyes glared up at you as she tried to focus on pacing her breath. God, she looked like your mother with that look. It hurt. She got the best genes you had to admit. Even while pregnant she had this way about her that made men just want to beg for her number. You couldn’t tell if it was her ditsy personality or just good looks.

“Jim," Caroline corrected with strain, "-and I don’t need your money. We don’t want it. We have never have wanted it. This year, I just want you to put in the effort to spend Christmas with us as a family. You and I haven’t shared a Christmas since I was in middle school. My kids want their aunty to visit because I tell them you’re the coolest person alive...” her eyes narrowed, “Put the fucking cheque book away, and come to fucking Christmas dinner at least. It’s going to be at my house if you look at the invite that your nephew and nieces made special for you. They don’t want presents, they just want to see their aunty. Besides.... I told them you’d come if they put extra love into it.”

You chewed your inner cheek and stood up straight, crossing your arms and sat on the edge of your desk.

“You shouldn’t lie to your kids, Caroline,” you coolly said with icy impact.

You watched her eyes start to shine and water.

“Jesus,” you muttered, “Don’t fucking cry.”

She broke down immediately. You sighed with annoyance. ‘why did she have to come today of all days and act like this. It’s not a big deal. God.’

“You’re such a bitch and my kids have done nothing to you except love you unconditionally. The least you can do is show up,” Caroline struggled to stand out of the chair and when you reached out to help, she snapped like a firecracker and hissed, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

She groaned as she bent down, holding her belly and reached for her nappy bag, that she let you help her with. She suddenly looked so tired and deflated compared to when she had ducked into the elevator. You started to feel a tick of that itchy sympathy. Pregnancy always looked hard. Her first birth was so difficult, the second slipped right out but she didn’t have an epidural and the third time was an emergency c-section. In fact you weren’t even sure if she was meant to be having this fourth baby. It would be too risky. She could honestly kill herself. Now that was a bolt of fear that coursed through you.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” you sniffled, trying to distract your little sister from her anger.

She looked even more offended and scoffed, “You know, if you had even tried to come to my baby shower, you could’ve eaten one of the gender reveal cupcakes.”

‘Ouch.’

You looked down at your Valentino pumps. Seven years younger than you and she still managed to put you in your place with the snap of her fingers.

She rubbed her wet eyes with the tips of her fingers.

“I worry about you...” she mumbled, “You might have a lot of money Y/N, but money can’t buy you everything. Don’t you want to share memories?”

You tried hiding the laugh limbing your throat,, “Not this argument again...come on, I’ll walk you out and hire you a cab.”

You escorted her back to the elevator, all your employees watching and whispering about it. You knew your office needed thicker glass.

As you quietly pressed the button down, your sister finally said, “It’s twins. A boy and girl.”

You didn’t say anything for a while. Eventually you only nodded and whispered, “Congratulations. You and Tim must be excited.”

“Jim," she grounded, "-and I are flat out on our feet with the others but yea...I’m thinking about naming the girl after mom.”

Again you didn’t respond. You wanted this interaction to be finished. You wanted to go to work and drink away the days leading up to New Year’s. Maybe you should take a trip overseas. You might run into a handsome one night stand with an attractive accent.

Your sister turned and hugged you again, she rubbed her sweet face into your shoulder and sighed, “I’m sorry for snapping. Please don’t be mad. Please promise me you’ll come to the party, even for five minutes.”

Her pleading eyes finally cracked your ice wall.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

The squealing giggle of delight made you groan internationally instantly regretting your words. Nonetheless you took it upon yourself to at least hug her back. God help you, you didn’t know how you’d survive.

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10:00pm, 24th December 2023, New York City.

On your way home you discovered with aggravation all the cabs and ubers nearby had been booked up and the traffic in the city horrendous. Of course. On Christmas eve it would look like this. You decided to march your way to the subway. It would be the quickest way back home.

You had to cross the park to get there though.

And among your walking you passed a man laying down on a bench. He wore a baseball cap that hid his face. He wore a blanket over his shoulders. A puff of cold air escaped his pink lips.

His shadowed face peered up at you and held up a piece of cardboard that read the following: Homeless, please donate a food and blankets.

And something inside you cracked again. You fought the urge to pull out your purse and give him the only hundred dollar bill you had. You looked him up and down. And froze. Next to him was a bottle of liquor. Something malicious dripped from your lips. Words filled with cruelty and hate. It was bold and dangerous. But you bet he was drunk.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t there any shelters taking in scum? Are all the prisons full? Maybe if you got off your ass and got a real fucking job, you would be too busy making money instead of swilling down booze!”

He did not react in the way you expected. He smiled at an ankle, winked and held a finger up to his lips.

Your face curdled in disgust and hacked back your throat, spitting on him.

“Booze bum,” you muttered, and marched on, away from him.

Your chin jerked high. It was a method of teaching you had learnt in your youth. Shame someone until they commit to a goal and out perform it. To this day you are still doing that very thing, why not share that gift of knowledge with others?

You scowled the entire train ride home and flicked through your emails.

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11:10pm, 24th December 2023, New York City.

Alone in your penthouse apartment, you padded your way to bed scrolling through your phone. In your hand you cradled a wine glass and set it on the bedside table.

Beneath the soft cotton covers you sighed happily and used your phone to command the fireplace to be lit up. A fake flame on a flat screen tv with heaters all around you, filling your place with warmth. Laying back into your pillows you scrolled your phone and frowned at all the Christmas themed posts online, all the tutorials and recipes you’d never follow and all the Christmas stories you’d never read.

Tossing the phone beside your wine glass, your hands snuck down into a drawer and retrieved your absolute best friend in the world. She was thick, long and quiet, totally sky blue and had twenty different settings. You slid the vibrator under the covers and shimmied out of your underwear. Your fingers fumbled, touching your wet cunt.

The alcohol was finally hitting you, warming you up. You weakly reached for your vibrator. You knew it would be a comfort to take away the anger and stress away from your day at work.

You pressed the silicone to your clit and switched on the toy. A soft sigh came from you as you rubbed it along your lower lips. You fluttered your eyes shut and tried to imagine a person and you having sex.

‘A policeman? No. College professor? No. Loser doorman? No…’ and then your eyes flickered in a quick vision of the homeless man from the park… ‘Yes. He must be miserable, pissed off, angry, he smiled but that would have been a lie, his long finger he held to his mouth should stuff itself inside me.’

Your hand slid up and pulled down the front of your night down. You dug your nails into your breast before tugging your nipple hard. You whined as you bucked your hips into your toy that you playfully prodded and tore out of you. You imagined that same stranger ripping your dress from your body and dragging you into the snowy woods.

Rape fantasies weren’t uncommon for you. It was something about the power struggle that sent thrills up and down your spine. You liked the pain. You liked being forced to give up your control. You slid the plastic cock deep into your slick pussy and mewled.

The homeless man would hold a knife to your throat and bend you over a log, no, no, that bench, so out and open and public for anyone to catch him tearing you apart. His hand would lick your skin in stinging slaps. The alcohol on his breath would be putrid. He’d call you names, whore, slut, bitch, cunt, fuckpig. And you would be totally helpless…

You lazily rolled over onto your belly and forced your ass up, your bed sheets falling down your thighs.

You pushed the dildo back in deep and turned on the highest setting, biting the pillow under you. You fucked yourself hard until it hurt.

The homeless man fantasy went on and on, forcing you to cum and cry. You didn’t care if neighbours or tenants below you heard. You imagined this terrible man after fucking you raw making you sit in his filthy lap, fucking you with the empty liquor bottle neck and letting strangers walking past the chance to spit on you and slap you until you cummed.

The fantasy didn’t have a fanciful ending fleshed out. You could only imagine him dragging you back to some ghetto homeless tent village under one of the city bridges and whoring your cunt out to his homeless buddies. You wanted to submit, to be used like that…

But not in the real world. Fuck no. Your reputation mattered greatly. You were too stubborn to willingly date a man and ask him to do something taboo like consensual non-consent play.

You tore the blue cock out and pressed it to your clit, riding out an ultimate orgasm that left your body feeling like jelly. Slumping forward you groaned into the pillows, you knew you had to eventually get up and pee. The alcohol still in your system made the journey feel almost impossible. But when your bare ass hit the seat, you leant back and sighed. 'UTI prevented!'

Getting back to bed wasn’t as hard as getting to the bathroom. You breathed in the smell of your own sexual prowess. No shame. You put away your toy and before you could search for your discarded underwear, you heard your phone pinged. You grunted with annoyance.

You glanced at the screen; it was a text from Caroline.

*Told the kids you are coming tomorrow! They’re so excited to see their aunty! Xoxo*

‘oh right…her Christmas party…it’s tomorrow…' you still hadn’t even looked at the invitation. Anger started burning its way into your chest when you saw the emojis and gifs she attached. Santa and reindeers and snowmen. God you fucking hated Christmas!! She didn’t need to remind you. You didn’t plan to be there longer than the strick three hundred seconds. The miserable evil stabbed your heart again.

It out you so over the edge you began to type, *Tell them I changed my mind, I’m busy.*

Before your thumb could slam on the message send, something strange occurred. The penthouse apartment lights started to flicker on and off repeatedly.

‘A circuit must’ve snapped. I know I turned off all the lights.’

You slammed your phone down and ripped off your bed sheets. Marching over to the telecom beside you door you prepared the mental speech of anger and abuse you’d deliver on whatever poor soul was handling the front desk of the apartment complex tonight.

You pressed the button hard and when no welcoming comment came you decided to wait.

You waited and waited and still no one acknowledged you over the telecom. There was a noise coming from it though. It was a sound of ragged breathing. Squinting with absolute judgement you hissed into the microphone.

You sobered up your voice and rubbed your eyes. Your wine was knocking around your insides at that point, it had polluted your blood. You just needed to stay awake for a little longer.

“This is penthouse three. Your lights are dimming and flickering out. I want someone to change all that bulbs and check the power wires immediately. Do I make myself clear?”

The unusual panting was still there and getting louder. You shook your head. Someone should’ve been repeating back your request and discussing a mode of action.

“Hello?” you angrily huffed into the microphone when no answer came for a long time.

You hissed, “Now you listen here. I don’t give a fuck it’s Christmas eve. You’re job is on the line if you cant fix my fucking lights.”

And then the line went totally dead and your apartment was entirely darkened. You groaned with anguish. Using your phone flash light you returned to your room.

“Fine,” you grumbled as you pulled the covers Of your bed back again, “Probably too drunk on eggnog to give a damn. Say goodbye to those two dollar tips dickhead.”

You laid back and fished out your bonnet, carefully lipping your hair inside the protective layer. You rolled onto your side under the covers and shut your eyes.

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12:00am, 25th December 2023, New York City.

For some reason at 12am you received a very obnoxiously loud phone call. Blindly you reached for it and accepted the call. You had a suspicion it was a prank call from overseas.

“Y/N,” said the caller. Your eyes cleared up fast at the sound of a voice you knew too well.

You almost dropped your phone. Surely it wasn’t her calling. You had seen her body at her funeral. She chuckled on the other side, her voice was just as rusted as you remembered. In the dream she had come over to your house and had a sleep over together.

Your eyes widened, “Wh-who is this?” you asked, “Do you fucking know what time it is?”

The identical voice of your passed companion echoed back, “In life you knew me as Marlene Jeong.”

You hung up the phone fast and sat up straight. Her hands trembled and the phone screamingly made another phone call from the same unknown number.

You answered it and heard her shriek, “Don’t you know hanging up like that is rude.”

You took a deep breath in. And shut your eyes. No. It couldn’t be.

“This prank isnt funny,” you barked into the receiver.

“Well I’d hope not. You know I wasn’t a fan of funny,” she grumbled back.

You picked up the phone and huffed, “If you’re really Marlene...tell me something only I would know...”

The phone went quiet and clicked off. You smirked, 'Yea, that's what I thought you sick fuck.'

The air around you grew colder. With the power out you accepted that the central heating was out too. Getting out of bed you stumbled down the hall to the linen cupboard and pulled out a few more thicker blankets. When you returned back to your room you screamed and jumped ten feet in the air, dropping the load of blankets.

Marlene was sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone. She was not herself and yet was at the same time. She looked the same except for the fact her entire body was a light blue and translucent. She was naked. And you could see her translucent organs. In her hand was a false spiritual cigarette. Smoking rising from the tip and faded into the darkness. And don’t let me forget a important detail. She was floating and parts of her body wrapped in chains.

Hearing you, she turned her face away from your phone and winked. You slammed back into a wall, trying to get away from her as she floated closer to you. She took a mean drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke into your fear filled face. You could’ve fainted. The smoke didn’t smell like anything and was rather a cold breeze to your cheek.

You flinched and whimpered, “Marlene...what the fuck.”

She smirked and rolled mid air upside down,

“Long time no see. Or well...you can’t see me but I see you basically every day,” she cackled.

Your lips fell apart, “Wha-how- why...why are you hear? Should you be dead?”

She flicked the cigarette of ash that turned into blue light specs and disappeared before touching the floor.

“Oh trust dear, I’m dead, dead as a doornail. Little Kyong gave me a killer orgasm, literally,” she took another long drag, “I had no clue what was coming and poof! I’m on the floor choking and groaning and next thing I wake up to, is you moving your shit into my office and my penthouse. But I digress sweet snake...I’m not here on a social call...I’m here to send you a warning.”

Your head felt dizzy, “A warning? The fuck? Am I going to die soon or something?” you wrapped your arms around yourself.

She smiled and shook her head, “Oh no...no, no....something a tad more painful. See, I have been sent to play 'angel Gabriel' so to speak and inform you of a supernatural message.”

She floated around, chains at her wrist dragged behind her as she did. Marlene sharpened her gaze at you.

‘Woah did I take one too many Percocet with my wine...I must be high.’

“You are saveable unlike my dead cold self,” she said flying back to your bed and lewdly laying down, “My dead frozen heart could not thaw,” she sighed and tapped her chest.

You could see inside her at the organ most resembling heart was literally made of icy and was not beating. It was disturbing.

“I’m destined to float while tethered to the world unseen, unheard, unloved…forgotten. But you? You still have a chance to atone. A spirit shall arrive and come to you in three shades…Christmas past, present and future. It shall greet you hourly between one and three o’clock.”

You timidly stepped closer.

“You need to open your mind and open your heart or else-“ she floated above you and groaned, “This will be your future fate.”

You rubbed your eyes and slapped your cheek. Marlene’s ghost was still there. She held up her wrist, showing off the manacle around it, “This is a fate no one wishes, trust me on that.”

Her face leant in closer to your face. Her hair floated around her like water tendrils.

She rattled the chains together, clinking them and explained, “The spirit will test you. And they will test you fairly. They will decide what to do with you after. They call themselves, Christmas past, present and future.”

When she had said these words, Marlenes ghost faded away, disappearing into the cold, quiet night. It took you a few minutes to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe or make sense of it and no matter how many times you pinched of slapped yourself, you found yourself still in the unexplainable dream. You tossed the blankets from the floor onto the bed. You had another drink of wine before you chose to return to bed. You tugged the warmest and softest blanket up to your chin. You were scared and confused. Your eyes grew heavier as you forced yourself to forget and ignore the apparition of Marlene chained nude and talking in riddles.

You laid your cheek into the pillow and fell into a deep slumber.

HELPINES:

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insideliascrazyhead · 1 year ago

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Kyoshi´s newest girl crisis after that Party in Cross:

Kiyoshi:I will die alone.

Shibaman:Don´t be dramatic,it probably wasn´t that bad

Nakaoka:Yeah!What did you say anyways that she was leaving like that...

Kiyoshi:Ugh-

Yasushi:That´s your mistake right there.That´s the noise of the notorious masturbator,getting no chicks.

Kiyoshi:I´m gonna grow old alone!I´ll be the lonely weirdo down the street that talks to himself and thinks the old guy in the mirror is another person and I call him Bartholomew but even Bartholomew won´t speak to me and I go insane!

So the old cougar down the street will sleep with me because she´s full of pity but because she´s insane and we´re probably having sex without a condom and she get´s pregnant and we have to get married!And we stay together for the sake of the kid but that little crotch gremlin will know Mommy´s old enough to be her grandma and Dad´s insane and probably fruity but I don´t even have time to worry about my sexuality right now?!*turns towards Yasushi*I don´t wanna live like that!Please visit me on sundays!Tell me at least you dont leave me!

Fujio:That was oddly detailed...

Tsukasa*also turning towards Yasushi*:Please just do us a solid and marry Kiyoshi

#high and low #high and low the worst #oya high #high&low incorrect quotes #hanaoka fujio #tsukasa takajo #kiyoshi #nishikawa yasushi #shibaman #nakaoka

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roomwithavoid · 7 months ago

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don’t worry about asking questions! you didn’t understand something and your instinct was to learn more, not just disregard it, so you’re already doing better than most people online!! ll try my best to explain but keep in mind i’m asexual so i’m not 100% on how sexual attraction actually feels

so from my understanding, sexual attraction is when the thought, appearance, or general traits of another person are sexually arousing to you. like in cartoons how when a guy sees a hot woman his jaw will drop and he starts panting, that’s an exaggerated way of communicating that this woman’s appearance is arousing to him.

as an asexual person, we don’t really get that. there is a spectrum to asexuality of course, so there are greysexuals, who only sometimes feel attraction. a trait they would find attractive one day does nothing for them another day. or there are demisexuals, who don’t feel attraction until they’ve bonded very closely with someone. this is a non-exhaustive list of course, just a couple examples.

sexual attraction is distinct from romantic and aesthetic attraction. basically, sexual attraction is when you see someone and want to have sex with them. romantic attraction is when you see someone and want to be romantic with them. aesthetic attraction is when you see someone and think they generally look nice, but don’t necessarily *want* to do anything with them as a result.

when allosexual (non asexual) people have sex, a lot of times the decision to do so is made on the basis of sexual attraction. “i’ve seen you. you are attractive to me. let’s have sex.” but as an asexual person the decision is based on other things. like “i know that sex feels good, so i would like to have sex”

asexual people can also feel arousal, since it is a distinct biological function from attraction. arousal for an ace person can often either be random, or happen as a result of sexual contexts rather than the traits of the person. so an asexual person can choose to engage in sex or masturbation as a result of being aroused as well.

i hope this helps!

a psa from your local sex favorable ace! i just wanted to make this post since i see a lot of people (even aces) saying or insinuating that an asexual person cant want sex. this isn't true at all! it keeps asexual people from realizing they are ace!! asexual people can want sex, have sex, enjoy sex, and get horny! the only requirement for being considered ace is a lack of sexual attraction, and even then theres a whole spectrum of asexual identities including partial attraction. we are such a diverse communtiy and we should celebrate that! allo people please share!

#asexuality #asexual #ace #acespec #aspec #sex favorable

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simpingandshitposting · 2 years ago

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Thinking About You

Dabi x f!Reader

A/n: This one is inspired by the girlies in the server and the presents we get from our Kings 👑🥰🙌 iykyk

I promise part 3 of Kingdom of Fire is coming soon😭I know it's been over a month, I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I'm almost done<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, praise kink, masturbation, scratching, slight choking, biting, oral (f and m receiving), cock-warming, mating press, auralism kink.

Summary: You wake up to a little gift from your boyfriend, and as soon as you start to take care of the problem he created, he sneaks in for a visit and catches you in the act.

Word Count: 2.6k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

Sometime in the middle of the night, you had woken up from your much needed, but scarcely gotten sleep. You'd been restless all night for some reason, probably just your insomnia acting up again. You roll over and stumbly reach for your phone on the nightstand. The time read 2:36am and you only had one notification.

You usually put your phone on do not disturb when going to bed, and only one person was on that priority notification list. So thru blurred vision and squinted eyes, you clicked on the text message from your boyfriend. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes clear, and your gaze ran over the screen.

Dabs💙

Thinking about you<3

▷ •l||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll||ll• 1:42

You weren't entirely sure what the voice message was that he sent you, but you hit play on it anyway. Once you hit the button, you heard quiet, but heavy breathing. You were confused for a second until you heard a small whimper, followed by a breathy "yeah~".

Your eyes widened and you were instantly fully awake. Your cheeks grew a little hot as you listened to the lewd noises your boyfriend was making while thinking about you. And god did they sound so pretty. You felt heat rising between your legs and a wet spot growing on your panties. You wished he was there with you, instead of on some important mission for Shigs.

Little did you know, he'd finished up early and was on his way to you right now. He'd been on this mission for a few days now. He'd never tell you where he was going, or what he was doing, always trying to keep you as far away from it as possible. All he told you was that he was needed, and he wouldn't be back for what should've been another day or two, and promised to come see you as soon as he could.

The more you listened, the more your thighs started to involuntarily rub together. His moans were creating a problem you were sure you'd need to take care of by yourself. His breathing was getting heavier, his whimpering more frantic. He repeated your name multiple times while giving you praise. Saying things like "oh~ y/n... I miss that pretty little pussy so much. ngh~ as s-soon as I come home I'm gonna— ugh~ I'm gonna take such good care of you angel." The two of you didn't live together, yet every single time he would tell you he was "coming home" and it just made you melt.

You could hear the city around him, the sound of a car passing by every so often. Along with the wet sound of the way he pleasured himself. The thought of him being so needy while tucked away in an alley somewhere only made your problem worse. He was getting whiney, and hearing him so desperate was enough to make you let out a quiet moan of your own. You could hear the strain in his voice when he moaned your name once again. The same strain you were all too familiar with hearing right next to your ear when he had you pinned to the mattress.

You heard it when his cord snapped. You could tell the exact moment when he'd entered that euphoric feeling of an orgasm, and it turned your brain into soup. It was followed by a few heavy breaths before it went silent. After the minute and fourty-two second recording ended, you found yourself dissatisfied. You wanted more. Needed more of it. Of him.

You leaned over and rummaged around your nightstand, still in the dark, and found your charging ear buds. You opened the case and slipped them in your ears, automatically connecting to your phone. you hit play on the recording again, and you heard those same breathy moans. You shut your eyes and leaned against your headboard. This was exactly what you wanted. It sounded like he was right there, whimpering those praises into your ear like he was in the room, fucking you himself.

Your hand snaked in between your thighs as you listened to his praises, pushing past the waist band of your panties and finding its way to your needy clit. You were slow at first, working yourself up just like he would. You pushed two fingers past your tight entrance and let out a sinful sound of pleasure. The way he whimpered and whined made your head fuzzy and it was enough to make your gummy walls tighten around your own fingers.

Your hand slipped inside your shirt and you tugged and pinched your nipple, just like he would, doing your best to replicate the way he touched you. You continued to work yourself while listening to him and you were almost there when it went silent again. You opened your eyes and let out an irritated sigh. You took your hand out of your shirt and hit play again before continuing your ministrations.

Unbeknownst to you, your bedroom window slowly slid open and Dabi's thin form crawled thru into the dark room. This was how he entered your apartment most of the time. He was sure that you'd be asleep at a time like this, expecting to come in and just cuddle up with you and say hi in the morning, so when he entered the room he was surprised to see you awake, and masturbating right in front of him.

He could barely see you, the only light in the room being the tiny cast from the moon coming thru the window, and the illumination from your phone screen. Suddenly he heard you give a throaty moan and it instantly made him hard. What could possibly have you so worked up at 2:45 in the morning? And then he glanced at your screen, seeing his contact and remembering the whiney voice message he sent you hours ago.

He smirked, and then glanced up to your face. Your eyes were closed and your eye brows furrowed. That familiar expression of pleasure made him switch. He realized that you didn't know he was there, so he decided to sit for a bit and enjoy the show. Surely you wouldn't mind.

About a minute passed before the voice message stopped again. You opened your eyes to hit play once more, but as soon as you did, you saw dabi leaning against the wall, pumping his own dick. You jumped, not expecting him to be there. "Jesus Christ—" you breathed out. He smirked, not stopping his movement. "Sorry doll, didn't mean to scare ya." He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to your bed. "But please... Don't stop on my account." Your face flushed red and if it weren't for the lack of light, he'd be able to see just what his voice did to you. You didn't move for a second, and then you felt his hand run up the length of your thigh. "...unless you'd rather I take over." he stared into your eyes with that familiar lustful smirk painted on his lips. He already knew your answer.

He reached up and removed your earbuds so you could hear him clearly. Setting them, and your phone back on your night stand. As he leaned over you to move your things, you spoke. "you're back early." He smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I missed you." He kissed you again on your shoulder as you heard him kick his shoes off next to the bed. "Now let me take care of you just like I promised."

He was on top of you now, lavishing your neck with sloppy kisses, leaving marks like he always did. Claiming his territory. His hand slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over your breasts. He pushed his knee in-between your legs, forcing them to spread for him. As if you'd even resist.

His teeth sunk into the soft skin at the base of your neck and you whined right next to his ear. His grip on your breast tightened and he groaned against your skin. One of your arms wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers thru his inky black hair. The other around his back, pulling at his T-shirt, wanting it off. He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees and tugged it over his head. Your hands immediately found his abdomen in the dark, feeling his mixed skin and cold metal against your palms. You sat up and lowered your hands to his belt, leaving soft kisses on his stomach.

He rested a hand on the back of your head, lacing his fingers in your hair gently. Once you unbuckled his pants, you pulled them down over his hips along with his boxers. It flong out at you, throbbing and needy for attention. You took it in your hand and teased his tip with your tongue. You could taste the precum that started to leak from his slit as he let out a few breathy moans. "I missed you too" you finally replied, your voice breathy and seductive. It sent goosebumps down his forearms and he closed his eyes. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure when you planted another gentle kiss on his tip. His eyes opened and met yours, staring up at him in the dim light from the window. His rough palm cupped your face, finding comfort in your soft skin. "Show me just how much you missed me." The desire in his voice was unmistakable with the way his words came out as a growl of demand more than a request.

You opened your mouth and sank yourself around him, letting your tongue coat the underside of his shaft with wet saliva. The moan he let out was sinful. He'd been craving you for days. Desperate for the pleasure you gave him that no one else could ever match.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he watched his dick disappear down your throat over and over again. You always took him so well. There's no way he'd last much longer with the way you were swallowing him whole. Especially having gone a whole week with nothing but his hand. He started twitching and throbbing, and then you heard him stutter out some words. N-no shit ngh~ "

He pulled out of your mouth quickly with a few heavy breaths. "You are too fucking good at that angel." You smiled at him, wiping your mouth with your wrist. He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your neck and pushing you down on the bed. "My turn." He caught your whimper with a kiss so deep you felt your pussy throb. He pushed the shirt over your breasts once again and sucked on one of your hardened nipples. Your face was burning as that tingly pleasure went straight to your core. Your legs tried to instinctively close, but they were trapped open by him in-between them.

He trailed wet kisses over skin, simultaneously pulling your panties over your hips and past your thighs. He took his lips off of you only long enough to completely remove them and discard them somewhere in the dark room. With bent knees, you spread your legs for him once more and he lowered himself to level with your mattress. He kissed the inside of your thigh softly, putting both your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your other thigh the same way before sinking into your heat. The flat of his tongue covered your folds and dragged across them before tracing circles around your sensitive bud. His hands encircled your things and held them tight when you whimpered. He did the same motion again, taunting you with his slow ministrations. His tongue teased at your entrance and pushed past your pulsating hole. He swirled his tongue around, poking that gummy pressure point at your entrance that most men didn't even know existed. It made you arch your back and cry out a few whimpers. He pushed on it again and you saw stars.

He continues to go back and forth between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. You were getting so close and then he groaned against you, vibrating the parts of you that were in his mouth and that tipped you over the edge. Loud moans came pouring out of you and your thighs clamped around his head. Your hips tried to buck upwards but he gripped your waist and held you down. His tongue did not stop until your screams and cries faded into heavy breathing with small whimpers from your sensitivity and he felt your throbbing aftershock as he pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with his wrist, just as you did, and came back up to pepper soft kisses on your cheek and neck. He whispered in your ear. "I'll never get tired of the way you taste." And kissed your neck again. He was a gentle lover, even when he was rough he did indeed always take such good care of you.

Your arms wrapped around his back and pulled him closer to you. At the same time he pushed your legs as far up as they'd let him, letting his dick slide between your folds a few times. "Dabi, please~" you whined. How could he deny your begging? He pulled his hips back and pushed slowly inside you. The both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Why are you always ngh~ so damn tight?" Your nails dug into his back as he dragged himself almost completely out of you and back in again. It was a big stretch, but not painful at all. Tears welled in your eyes just a little and he smirked, kissing the spot on your cheek where one fell. "You're so pretty...ngh~ and all mine." He picked up his pace now, pistong into you while he had you in a mating press. And there it was, his whiney moans in your ear just like the voice message he sent you. It made your walls tighten around him which only made him whimper more. He grabbed onto one of your hands, interlocking your fingers and pushing it down into the mattress. The other snaked around your arched back, holding you even closer to him. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest and his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving more bite marks.

His hips snapped into you again and again and he started to throb once more. Your cord was on the verge of snapping. He lifted himself off of you a little to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. "Cum for me angel. F-fuck~ can you do that me? Be a good girl and cum for me nguh-" His voice sent you toppling over into another orgasm and you squeezed him so tight that his eyes rolled in the back of his head, seeing stars as he emptied himself in you. Filling you to the brim with his sticky white cum. He didn't even stop, or slow down, he just fucked his seed deeper into you for a few more minutes until his adrenaline wore out.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy in your ear. You struggled to catch your breath as well, rubbing his back where you'd left marks before. Eventually your breathing evened out and you heard the tiniest snore. "Baby?" You whispered, moving some of the hair from his face to take a look at him. Sure enough, he'd passedout while cock-warming himself inside you. He must have been so exhausted from the long mission, plus coming home to take care of you.

You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, settling your head on the pillow and letting his breathing lull you to sleep.

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niilue · 2 years ago

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ok I'm going to feed you a thought that's been keeping me up at night lately. The brat jiang cheng being punished by having his dick beaten after being caught masturbating while the reader was away (traveling? on business?), but then he is caught red-handed and punished for thinking he could trick us behind our backs. (I know you love him and want to make him whimper and beg like I do)

OMFGGGGGG i love you anon! <333 this is so yummyyyy

ෆ ִ ׁ sub jiang cheng

cw; dom reader, impact play, begging, little of humillation

jiang cheng had a terrible temper, always assertive, with anger issues and was a real jerk when he wanted to be.

but when it came to you he became the easiest and dirtiest brat you could imagine. he was always looking around for your attention, for you to grope him and make him whine.

he would whine about being number one to you in everything.

so it didn't surprise you at all to see him in his room while he masturbated like a desperate boy. he didn't seem to hide it because he thought you weren't home. and the idiot was disobeying you.

You had made it clear to him that no touching until you came home. it wasn't that hard and it was only a couple of weeks away.

"ummnh, (name), i wish you were here." you heard the man whine.

you cleared your throat and leaned back against the door frame. jiang cheng was so overcome with excitement that he hadn't noticed your presence.

when he heard you he gave a little jump and his eyes fell on you. you saw him open his mouth and whimper for ruining his orgasm. the man was completely stiff, even a little, scared?

"(n.. name), let me…"

"shut your mouth whore, what do you do when i'm not at home. did you forget what we talked about, dear?"

you slowly approached until you were close to your boy. his face was flushed, his forehead and neck damp with sweat. his clothes were torn and wrinkled as his cock stood up in the middle of his outfit.

you slowly stroked his hair, releasing it from its bun which was also a mess.

you really liked jiang cheng with his hair down.

" get down on your knees, my love." you said as you grabbed his hair tightly and threw it at your feet.

jiang cheng looked at you with pleading and teary eyes. the whole situation was difficult for him. his cock was crying, he felt ashamed and was a little afraid of what you would do to him. but that didn't stop his cock from throbbing.

you smiled mischievously and with your foot began to massage the weeping tip of your beloved.

you saw jiang bite his lips and close his eyes in a form of pure satisfaction. so dirty.

you felt the sliminess of his cock wet your foot. and this helped it slide easier all over his tip.

"what's the matter, i didn't let you cum and now you're mad at me, love?"

jiang cheng looked at you serious and through gritted teeth. his hair was streaming down his face and made him look so miserable. that's how you liked to have him.

after you were gently massaging his member without warning you slapped his cock, making it bounce.

"aaaah! fuck!"

you moved your hand down to his neck and squeezed it. "no bad words jiang cheng, this is only your fault. don't make me stop fucking you for a whole month."

the man shook his head repeatedly while you were still holding him, tears were starting to flow down from his eyes and his skin was turning red.

still holding him by the neck, you began to kiss him. feeling your boy's tongue slip into your mouth with anticipation. his lips devouring yours. with too much desperation.

while you had him like that, you took the momentum and kicked him in his balls.

"mmnhg, haaaa! (name), stop, stop, i' ll be good… i promise, i won't notdo it again…"

jiang cheng was writhing in pain and pleasure. that kick had made him liquidize pre- cum. his cock was red and so hard, just like his balls.

his whimpering and begging made you so horny. you couldn't get used to this.

you looked at his face wracked with tears and pleasure. god he was so dirty. you wanted to fuck him right there.

"i'll only stop teasing you until i want to, my love. now shut that little mouth of yours and only open it to whimper, okay?"

jiang cheng's lips were trembling. "yes, yes (name)!

#dom reader #smut #sub character #jiang cheng #sub jiang cheng #mo dao zu shi #sub mdzs #the grandmaster of diabolism #seme male reader #jiang cheng x smut #gender neutral dom #gender neutral #top male reader #fem!dom reader #female reader

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sofiafushiguro · 3 years ago

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let me take care of you - eren jaeger

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: stepbro! Eren x fem! reader

↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: stepcest, corruption kink, innocent reader, loss of virginity (f), oral sex (f), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, masturbation (f & m)

↳ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.6k

↳𝖆/𝖓: This is a re-upload from my old blog but it’s too good to forget

prompts

Your mother just got married again, and you have to move with your new stepfather and stepbrother. Grisha is not as bad as he seemed the first time you knew him. He is loving and caring with both you and your mother, but Eren, oh my god, Eren is a whole different story. Tall and green eyes, no doubt he knows he is handsome. Something does not look right with him. He is older than you, mature, and bigger in every sense of the word. He is trying too hard to get close to you; he walks with you to school and then leaves because Eren goes to college. He asks you what you want to eat for dinner and even plays a movie for you two to watch when your parents are not home. He is starting to look like a real big brother, and you are starting to trust him. You tell him that you like this boy in your biology class, almost as tall as him, with brown eyes and curly hair- he is your type. But Eren looks mad at you after you tell him that. You believe it is because it is the first time you feel something for someone and that he wants to protect you, so you listen to Eren and stop talking with the boys in your class. And one day, you come home from school when you were sure the house was empty, but you heard strange noises coming from Eren's room. Intrigued, you walk closer and closer to the door, sneaking thru and seeing how he is fucking his hand. His hair is stuck to his forehead thanks to the sweat, his eyes closed, and his lips parted letting manly moans escape from his mouth. You don´t understand why, but you feel your pussy aching when you see him like that- it´s painful, and you need to relieve that. Your thighs pressing together trying to calm down the sensation, but Eren´s dick on his hand makes you feel so hot and sweaty that unconsciously you sit outside his bedroom, and your hand travels to your pussy under the skirt. Eyes closed, imagining how sexy Eren looks that way, you forgot that he is in his room and let out a needy gasp because you can´t control yourself. Confused by the sound he just heard, Eren opens his door and finds you drunk in pleasure while touching your clit inexpiriencedly. "Do you need help with that?" he asks, voice full of lust and desire because finally, he had the opportunity to fuck his little stepsister. Eren didn´t know how many times he had fucked himself thinking about you, thinking about how good your virgin cunt was going to be for him. How good he is going to fill you that you would forget about the boys in your classes. "Please..." you beg, feeling the need to calm your urges because you don´t know what is going on with you. You think as Eren is your big brother, he must know how you fix you. "Come here, baby," he picks you up from the floor bride style and kisses you softly on the lips. You look at him shocked. Was it ok for you two to kiss? At the end of the day, you were kind of related, so you didn´t know what to do. Eren smiled at how innocent you looked and placed you on his bed. "Don´t worry, ok? Imma take of you, I promise," his voice is soft and velvety, making you melt beneath him as you nod. "Now, I´ll take these off," he lets you know and takes off your underwear, admiring how wet you are. "Look at that pretty pussy of yours, baby" without any warning, he kisses your pussy, and makes you arch your back in pleasure. "E...Eren..." you moan, and your nails sink into his mattress. "Is this ok? I just feel like..." your words were interrupted when his finger started circling your clit. He chuckles. "I´m just taking care of you, remember?" he asks and leans over you to cover your whimpers with a soft and cute kiss. "Doesn´t it feel good, baby?" you nod in response, and he smiles at you. "And do you wanna feel better?" "Yes, please," your needy voice gave him goosebumps. You were so cute and innocent, just for him. "Then let me also take this out," he grabs the hem of your shirt and takes it out, admiring your breasts inside your bra. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asks. His hands travel to your breasts and squeeze them, you couldn´t help but moan. "You are beautiful," he affirms and kisses you again. Your hands and thighs were shaking, and not knowing what to do, your hands travel to his hair in an attempt to deepen the kiss. You feel his smile on your lips. "That´s it. Now let me do the job, baby," he speaks softly encouraging you. He lowers again to face your pussy, and his hot breath makes your back arch in pleasure. Eren couldn't believe that this biggest fantasy was becoming real. Carefully, he started licking your pussy, taking care of every place, and making sure you were enjoying it. His hands caressed your thighs, increasing the sensations you were feeling. His tongue swirls around your clit, and you locked your hands on his hair, not wanting him to stop. Of course, Eren would never. "Eren..." you called his name on a moan. "Eren... It feels-" you wanted to let him know that this was probably the best moment in your life, but it was impossible. "Feels good?" he asked, eager to make you cum but not yet. "It´s going to feel better," he got out of your legs. Eren was sure that he did prep you enough to take his entire hard dick. "I told you, as your big brother, I´m gonna make you feel great," his lips kissed yours, and he placed his hands on your hips, rubbing slowly his dick with your core and covering it with your juices. "Is it gonna hurt?" you asked. Eyes flooded with fear but lust at the same time, you just wanted Eren to continue. He smiled softly and intertwined your hand with his. "Just a little, but it´s worth it, I promise." "Promise?" your innocent and pretty face made Eren want to thrust inside you mercilessly, but you were his little girl, so he knew he needed to be careful with you. "Of course, just trust me," Without any doubts, you trusted in him, legs apart just for Eren. He made his way inside you, slowly feeling how good his dick stretched your tight walls while your nails sunk into his skin trying to calm the uncomfortable sensation. He wanted you to feel good, so his thumb traveled to your swollen clit doing lazy circles, the sudden pleasure giving you goosebumps. After making sure that his length was inside you in a safe position, he started to thrust at a slow pace, still giving you time to get used to the feeling. You wrapped your legs around his torso to be more comfortable, and unconsciously you started to moan quietly, feeling the pleasure of being filled up by Eren. "Are you ok?" he asked, hoarse voice due to the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot. "Do you want me to stop or..." "No!" you interrupted him. "It feels so fucking good..." you sounded so needy and breathy. "You feel so good." "Great," a manly moan left his mouth, and his grip on your hands became stronger. "You won´t feel this good with no one ever," he talked and sped the pace of his thrusts; each time, you felt an electric feeling going thru your body as if you wanted more and more. "If you ever feel needy, just let me know, and I´ll do something about it, ok?" his hair stuck to his forehead thanks to his sweaty skin. "This is all mine, got it?" he asked, and you nodded, not being able to form a single word. "C´mon baby, let me hear that sweet voice of yours" he commanded. Eren was living the best moment of his life. "All yours," you answered in between moans. "Fuck, Eren is too much!" you exclaimed. Your body was starting to feel weak, but you wanted to continue, not being satisfied enough. "No is not," he assured you. "You are gonna cum, baby," he explained, feeling how your pussy was feeling tighter and tighter. "Cum on my dick, you are such a good girl I could never deny you that," and just like his words were magic, you cummed Your juices are all over Eren´s dick, and some of them even in his bed. Your high-pitched moans and whimpers drove him crazy near to the edge of cumming, so he pulled out before doing it inside you, covering your abdomen and skirt with his hot white semen. That was the most satisfying experience you´ve ever had, but your body was near giving up, and your mind felt dizzy. Eren was concerned about how fucked up you were, so he grabbed a kleenex from the nightstand and cleaned his semen from you, then unzipped your skirt so he could take it off. "You feeling good, angel?" he asked. He lay on the bed and wrapped one arm around you, drawing you closer to him. "Yeah, just tired and kinda zoned out," you replied, and lay your head on his bare chest. Eren kissed you on the forehead and then smiled. "Don´t worry, I´ll take care of you"

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sluttyercobra · 2 years ago

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sexy tape

Requested ? Yes, thank you so much I hope you ll like it

Prompt: 17 (sex tape), a (overstimulation), 🤠 (Do you trust me ?)

Words: 3000

Warnings: oral (female receiving), fingering, masturbation (female), penetration (PIV), overstimulation (female), little soft dom Thomas (if you blink)

Also requests are still opened and you can pick up prompt from the list, I would be more than happy to write for you

Thomas was trying to fix the tripod of the camera in order to have the best angle. The little frown on his face was adorable. It was the same he had the previous week when he had gotten the camera and was reading through the notice to understand which button was doing what. When he eventually figured out the perfect incline, he proudly grinned at you, and you smiled back. You had expected to be nervous, but you were feeling weirdly relaxed. Actually, Thomas seemed a bit more stressed than you, even if you could see the lust in his gaze. You guessed that you would probably be the same if you were about to realize one of your biggest fantasies.

It took a lot of time for Thomas to confess this to you sober. He had once revealed it during a drunk call during a night out after a concert. He had pouted that being away from you for so long was frustrating, jerking off to memory was not satisfying, and that a tape would a perfect solution. You hadn’t replied to that, too astonished. Your boyfriend had never shared a single nude in his life, scared of the consequences if someone malicious took a hold of them, so this was a major step. At the same, he was too drunk to realize your lack of response and continued to babble about other topics. You wished that when he would call you the following day, he would imply the topic, so you could discuss it with him, and gauge how serious he was. However, he never did and from what you had gathered from the band, he had been very intoxicated that night and couldn’t remember anything past the concert.

You were tempted several times to hint about it, but you finally decided to avoid it. You were not sure about how comfortable he was with this, if his sober mind had truly acknowledged the fantasy or not. It could do more harm than good to force him to disclose it if he was not ready. So you were pleasantly surprised when one evening he addressed the subject. A few weeks were left before the next tour, and he would be absent for a bit more than two months. You presumed that it played a role, that it caused him to think about it more deeply. You did your best to act surprised when he confessed it to you, not wanting to make him feel bad for already disclosing it and then forgetting. In all honesty, your very prepared answer was a dead giveaway, but Thomas didn’t appear to have picked it on. You explained to the guitarist that you were theoretically in, but fear was restraining you. It was not the typical concern. In a normal relationship, you would likely have refused too frightened that your lover, after a break-up, could leak the tape and just ruined you. Only your relationship wasn’t “normal”, your boyfriend would never expose it since it would destroy him, his image, his future, and the band. So the anxiety wasn’t there. You were afraid that one day some hackers would access his cloud’s data and publish it. It was not a slight decision to take, the implications were huge.

Thomas just nodded, you were right on this, and he had always refused to share erotic pictures for that precise reason. But a solution had to exist, something quite safe like a Polaroid you can keep hidden in your wallet. And that when it hit Thomas, you could use an old camera, the grain would not be the best, but it would be enough. Then export the file to a computer not connected to the internet, put it on a DVD, and delete the file from the computer and camera. He simply would have to travel with the DVD and a mini DVD player. That was not 100% safe, he would have to be very careful about not forgetting the DVD or getting it stolen, but it was a good enough alternative. He recovered the necessary equipment from his parents, more than happy to get rid of what they no longer used; they had no clue what Thomas was going to do with this, believing it was for a work project.

Your boyfriend made you jump in surprise as he put his hands around your waist, you hadn’t heard him approach. He kissed your temple and asked: “still sure you are on with this? If not, it is ok”

“I am still in” you replied, bringing his hands to your lips.

“And do you trust me for tonight?” he questioned again, he was a bit hesitant and the genuine concern in his eyes about this was soothing. You had quickly discussed what you would do, not entering in details but agreeing that since the tape was for Thomas to watch when he was alone touring, it would be more thrilling for him to have you come undone. He usually didn’t mind you taking the lead or leaning on the more subby side, however, he also liked to have control, and it seemed more logical for tonight. You trusted him fully, he had never overstepped your boundaries and was also so caring even during rougher sessions. Plus, having him in charge while being filmed for him had something arousing.

“Fully.” you honestly replied, the single words encompassing all your feelings. He pressed you closer to his chest, and you remained in his arms for a few more seconds before turning around, pecking his lips, and nodding toward the camera. His eyes glistened with mischief as he placed himself behind the tripod. You patiently waited for him to tell you where you should position yourself, so it would look the best. He gave you a few directions, and you giggled a bit, it was almost like being on the set for a music video. When he was satisfied with the framing, he pressed the record button. You slowly started to take your clothes off. It was a bit strange at first, fixing the camera while undressing in a sexy, teasing way. You didn’t want to do too much, you had a gut feeling that it could look ridiculous on video. But when you caught your boyfriend’s stare on you, you relaxed. He was already looking very aroused, biting on his lips. You had a suspicion that he was palming himself over his clothes, but the tripod prevented you from being sure of it.

When you were left in underwear, Thomas joined you. He lost no time to sit on the bed and have you sit on his lap facing the camera. He peppered kisses along your jawline and neck, and you shivered in anticipation. He then put his large hand on your face, so your lips could meet his. Usually, he would start with chaste pecks, but tonight he was so turned on that the kiss was immediately intense and passionate. His tongue darted out, and he licked your bottom lips, asking permission to enter. You moaned as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He was eager, exploring every spot as his hands were all over you: breast, hips, thighs, and ass. His touch was fervent, and you involuntarily grinned against his hard dick as he was caressing your skin. He whimpered and bite down on the tender skin of your neck, sucking on it to calm down.

Your breath hitched as he brushed his fingertips along your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. Thomas seemed a bit uncertain of his next moves, his mind was racing, and he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do more he wanted to do all. He rapidly unclasped your bra to your surprise. However, you welcomed the change in direction as he cupped your left breast, massaging it, his fingers brushed your nipple and a small whine escaped your throat. You shivered at his feather-light touches. You closed your eyes, imagining how sinful the image would look on the video.

He eventually let go of your boobs, concentrating his attention elsewhere. He grabbed your thighs with both of his hands and spread them apart. He put a finger on your core and smirked: “already so wet for me. Let’s get rid of that.” He murmured suavely as he lifted you up a bit, so you could easily put down your panties. As soon as those hit the floor, you were back on his lap, back firmly pressed against his body, your intimacy exposed to the camera. You gasped when he suddenly started to explore the wetness between your legs. He easily slipped one finger inside you, and you refrained from a cry of pleasure, he wasn’t typically that straight to the point but you wouldn’t complain. You lowered your head to watch him enter you again with two fingers down to the knuckle this time. You choked out a moan. He was thrusting his long fingers inside you with a rougher pace than usual, going deeper with each push. That was when you understood that his plan was to ruin you for the camera, and it excited you even more. Your hips jerked forward when he spread his fingers inside you, stretching you even more. The guitarist took that as a sign to give you more, and he added a third finger. You felt so full in the most pleasurable way. He quickened the pace even more, and your voice hitched as you moan. You didn’t even register when you heard yourself begging for him to continue. He tenderly kissed your shoulder as he kept going, hitting your sweet spot over and over. A wave of pure ecstasy rolled over you, and you started chanting your boyfriend’s name under your breath. Even though you could not see him, you could feel him proudly grin. You slumped back in his arms, descending from your high. You heard Thomas’ sensual voice in your ear: “you did good, so good, and it will keep getting better.” he then brought his fingers to your lips, and you reflexively opened your mouth, sucking them clean as he hummed in satisfaction.

His very next move is to smoothly help you to stand up, your body still right in front of the camera. He swiftly placed himself in front of you and instantly went down on his knees. Your mouth formed an o of surprise as he softly started to kiss your inner thighs. He deposed a few wet kisses to your core, avoiding your clit, his hands massaging your skin. He greedily licked your labia, and you grasped that he wasn't going to lose any time. Still a bit sensible from your first orgasm, you feel the fire in your stomach growing fiercer rapidly. You loudly sighed as he put his mouth on your clit. He kept alternating between flicking and swirling his tongue around your clit, your legs trembling at the intensity of the thrill. You arched your back, his pace bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He pulled your hips even closer, his mouth warm and wet against your pussy. The pressure against your clit intensified, and you cried out. You were lost between too much and not enough. You attempted to keep yourself together, but it was practically impossible, your breath quickened. One last flicker of his tongue is all it takes you to come undone. Thomas gently cleaned up your juices with his tongue, and you whined pitifully. The bliss mixed with the sensitivity opened a new-found sensation in you that you were more than thrilled to experience.

You low down your head to admire Thomas nestled in between you, and he smiled at you, mischief illuminating his features. “Ready for more?” he asked as he traced patterns on your lower stomach. The question troubled you, normally you would be in only after a small break where you would be the one taking care of him, but you were convinced that this little break was not planned. You didn’t know how much more you could take so fast, but a part of you wanted to discover it. You were also well aware that a word would be enough to stop it if it was too much for you and that your guitarist wouldn’t be upset, he placed your consent and boundaries above all. You shook your head in a yes, and he tutted: “no, no, I will need to hear you say it stellina.” “I'm ready for more” you managed to say, your voice a bit broken by all the moans you had let out.

He stood up and kissed you lovingly. Before breaking the embrace and going to sit next to the tripod, he had whispered words of affection in your ears. “Why don’t you put on a show for me and touch yourself.” He demanded once on the floor. You were taken aback, you hadn’t expected it, but you were more than glad. You loved to touch yourself for Thomas, his enraptured gaze at you was something you lived for. You slowly traced the inner lips of your labia to test the water of how much you could handle. You, next, twirled a finger around in a circle over her clitoral hood, and it was enough to have you whimper, lips trembling. You continued this for a while, pleasure gradually washing over you and your mouth spoke faster than your mind, you were already talking nonsense and repeating that it was too much all while playing eagerly with your clit, proving to yourself and your boyfriend, that it was not too much. Breathlessly, you reached down, hesitating to dip your middle and ring fingers into your vagina. “Be a good girl and take them.” you heard Thomas encourage you, not missing a single of your movement, his own hand on his clothed cock. You entered yourself without teasing or warming up, as you were already more than prepared and wet. Your head rolled back and you helplessly whined. “Please look at me, I need to see you” and you did as he ordered. You fixed the blonde while pushing your fingers in and out of you as your other hand gave desperate friction to your clit. A tear of pleasure rolled down your cheek. You jolted with each thrust of your fingers, too sensitive from your previous orgasms. “Are you close?” Thomas questioned, certainly knowing the answer, and you just nodded, you didn’t trust your voice any longer. “That was fast” he smirked and within seconds you were back to the way you were a few minutes ago; sobbing, moaning, whimpering. You struggled to keep your eyes open and eventually gave up on this. You cried out nonsense until you were reduced to a disheveled mess.

Your all body was trembling with pleasure and Thomas caught you before your legs, which had turned into jello, could support your own weight. He muttered precious and loving praises and compliments. He carried you to the bed, where he laid you against the mattress, your head resting on the comfortable pillow. “I would love to go for one final round, but how do you feel about this?” he was brushing away the hair stuck by the sweat on your face. Your desire was stronger than your sensitivity, you were craving to have him inside you, to come on his dick, you needed to share that special intimate connection and to watch him release himself, his constraint erection looking painfully hard. “I want it too.” you asserted back as you unbuttoned his shirt, every inch of skin that was revealed made you a bit needier. He helped you with it and got rid of his pants and underwear in no time.

His cock was leaking with pre-cum, and you glanced at it with a look of almost adoration that caused Thomas to laugh as he grabbed a condom and put it on. He easily placed himself in between your legs. He gently maneuvered them, so your knees were resting at your shoulder level, under your chin. His eyes never left yours as he did so, waiting for a potential demand to change position, but it never came. You were well aware that he was going to go deep and rough on you, and he was equally aware that it was what you seemed to attend from him. He slid the head of his cock in, not going farther, teasing you. It was enough to have you moan desperately. As he pushed himself entirely inside you, he gripped your hips to ground himself. He was definitively going to fuck you into the mattress. He rolled his hips against yours, and your nails dug into his shoulder blades. Harsh moans left through your lips as your walls tightened around him. Every thrust was more brutal than the previous ones, and your mind was filled with the noise of your skins slapping against each other. You wanted to scream, begged, cry out his name, even pray, but your voice was just hoarse, and your brain could not focus, too overwhelmed, you could only sob broken moans. Thomas’ cock twitched into you as you tugged on his hair to kiss him, and you knew he was close too. He pressed his sweaty forehead on your chest as white spots were clouding your vision. You arched your back as you cum, clenching around him. That and a final thrust were enough to make him orgasm too.

Your boyfriend carefully pulled out, and you watched him stand up fast, wondering what he was doing. He simply stopped the recording and joined you in bed as quickly as he had left. His lips pressed gentle kisses into your on-fire skin, praising you and thanking you for accepting to do this, for trusting him. You didn’t have the force to answer with a long sentence, so you just beamed at him, your fingers tracing the features of his face soothingly. After a little while like this, allowing you to regain fully your senses and enjoy your lover’s presence, Thomas took you in his arms to carry you to the bathtub for a well-deserved aftercare session.

#thomas raggi #thomas raggi fic #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi x you #måneskin #maneskin

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calumsrockstar · 1 year ago

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Popcorn - Luke Hemmings

Contents: Smut (public sex, masturbation, orgasm denial. unprotected p in v) and a lil bit of fluff

Word count: 907

a/n: This is my first time writing femdom content, so I apologize for any mistakes, but i hope you love it!

Sub!Luke x Dom!Reader

In which you and the boys have a movie night.

You turned on the news. There had been a snowstorm , and you couldn´t get out of the house. "Shit." You thought. You knew you were going to be bored out of your mind, but at least you had your friends to keep you company.

Calum came out of his room. "Have you seen the snow out there? We´ll have to be stuck inside forever." He sighed. "It´s not that bad Cal, we can find something to do." You smiled. "Like what?" He asked.

You were deep in thought. "I know, how about a movie night?" You exclaimed. "That´s actually not a bad idea." He said. "Go call them, i´ll make some popcorn." You said, while heading to the kitchen.

Luke came in the kitchen. "Hey baby, i´m making popcorn, you want some?" You asked him, smiling. "Actually, I would love some." He laughed. You put a piece of popcorn in his mouth, and he moaned. "That´s some high quality butter there." He laughed.

"We´re watching a horror movie!" Michael shouted. He´s always loved horror movies, at least way more than Luke. Luke was always terrified of those kinds of movies.

Luke winced. "Baby, we don´t have to watch the movie if you don´t want to, we can pick something else." You whispered into his ear. "No, it´s okay." He told you. You raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" You asked. "Yeah i´ll be fine, i´ll have you." He smiled.

You and all the boys got comfortable in the living room, there were three couches. Michael and Calum were on the right side, you and Luke were on the middle couch and Ashton had the left couch all to himself.

You pulled a blanket on top of you both. "Are you comfortable baby?" You asked him. "Very." He answered, placing a kiss on your cheek.

The movie was going well, until the first jumpscare. Luke gasped and buried his face in your neck. You felt his hot breath, and you couldn´t lie, that turned you on a bit. "It´s okay honey, it´s only a movie." You whispered in his ear.

You got an idea of what you could do to calm him down.

Under the blanket, you started tracing circles on his thighs, going up to his crotch. Luke smiled. He thought you were just being fidgety, like you always were.

You started to rub his cock over his sweatpants. He immediately started blushing. "y/n, what are you doing? There are people here." He asked. "I´m just helping you calm down baby." You looked him in the eyes.

You could feel his erection growing, oh how you loved that feeling.

You took his cock out of his sweatpants, and started rubbing him up and down. He adjusted his hips, trying to stiffle his moans. Thank goodness the movie was loud and it was dark, or else they would have seen and heard everything.

Luke buried his face in your neck again. "We shouldn´t." He cooed. "Do you want me to stop?" You asked, smirking. He didn´t say a word and shaked his head to signal no.

"Such a good fucking slut, wanting me to stroke your cock right in front of your friends." You said, and he nodded, he loved getting degraded like this. His moans were getting louder. You put your hand on top of his mouth. "Be careful baby."

"y/n, i´m about to cum." he whimpered, breathing on your neck. ``You´re a needy whore for me aren´t you?" Begging me to make you cum." You smirked. He wasn´t scared anymore, and stopped paying attention to the movie minutes ago.

"Please let me cum." He said. "You think i´d let you come with just my hands? Haven´t you learned anything baby?" You could feel his dick throbbing in your hands. "I´ll let you cum when the movie ends and you can finally fuck me. Sounds good?" You whispered. "Yes." he answered.

The movie went on for what felt like forever, you were extremely wet and your cunt was aching for his dick.

Just as the movie ended, and Ashton got up to turn on the lights, Luke exclaimed: "Me and y/n gotta go do something upstairs, we´ll be back!`" You giggled and Ashton raised an eyebrow. Luke took your hands and draged you up the stairs.

Just as he closed the door, you pushed Luke against a wall and started kissing him passionately. Taking of your shirt and his. You dragged him onto the bed, and he took off his pants.

"I´ll let you fuck me now, since you´ve been such a good boy." He was quick to do what he was told. He lined his tip with your entrance. He quickly started pounding into you and rubbing your clit at the same time. He was a great sub, but he was also amazing at fucking. "So fucking gorgeous." He said.

Quickly, you both got to your breaking point. "y/n... gotta cum." Luke said, breathing heavily. "Cum for me baby, be a good boy." He shot his load inside of you, making you feel warm. Shortly after that, you came as well, throbbing for him.

"This was much better than the horror movie." Luke smiled, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Next time, we´ll have a movie night just for us, pretty boy." You put your hands through his blonde hair.

"That sounds great. I would love that." He said, kissing you.

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years ago

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Filth alphabet: Draken

A=Aftercare

This man is a king in every regard so he has this down. I mean I don´t want to call him a sex god cause that´s cringey but he sure is. The girls taught him a lot when he grew up so he knows how to be a decent sexual partner (well more than decent). They always emphasized how important aftercare is so he knows his shit, knows all the little hacks too. So you really don´t have to worry about a thing. It also helps that he´s a huge giver.

B=Body Part

I mean he´s still really proud of his abs, he still works out regularly. Also his arms and hands since he does most things with them and it shows.

On you he can´t decide because you´re just so beautiful. I´d say he´s an ass guy overall but also: wants to be crushed by your thighs. And then there are those days where he has to say your smile because fuck how can anyone be this cute?

C=Cum

I said this in my relationship hcs already but I cannot stress this enough: he is team stuffing it back inside with his fingers if it´s cool for you overall to cum inside. And for you he always prefers to cum in his mouth cause he is addicted to your flavor.

D=Dirty Secret

Listen. He doesn´t know why but he wants to get caught sometime. I mean he knows that other people hear you two depending on where you do it but he just wants to have that experience of them walking in on you and then apologizing, embarrassingly walking away. He´s a bit possessive in that way since he wants to show everyone that you two are a package deal.

E=Experience

A decent amount. He had a lot of casual sex before he met you, but honestly he´d the best one night stand and fwb partner you could ask for. Cause he actually cares and takes care of your needs too. Even if you never meet again, he´ll make sure it´s the best night of your life.

F=Favorite position

Likes having sex sitting up, overall you riding him, sometimes when he´s stressed he fucks you from behind but usually you two have eye contact since that´s really important for him.

G=Goofy

He is always for laughing during sex and making you laugh. There´s nothing better for him than casual and natural sex like this, he just falls in love with you so much more.

H=Hair

He used to shave completely but cut himself too much on accident and now he just trims.

I=Intimacy

He will always be as close to you as possible, if his hair doesn´t fall in your face when he´s hovering above you it´s not close enough. When you can´t feel his breath on your neck, it´s not close enough. And well eye contact and soft touches are a must for him. Loves nothing more than to hold hands while you´re riding him.

J=Jerk Off

He actually doesn´t do it that often. He has been caught a little too much in his life to be able to be completely calm and take some time for himself. He really loves mutual masturbation and phone sex though, so that´s a different story.

K=Kinks

Cumming inside, jealous/angry sex but make it healthy, public sex, playful/teasing sex, making you laugh during sex

L=Location

Everywhere and anywhere. Well when it´s a nice location to be fair.

M=Motivation

Tight jeans are his nemesis. And when you lean forward, when you hug him from behind. He gets turned on by really soft and casual moments to be honest. He hears you laughing in another room, you´re packing away the groceries and your shirt rises up when you reach up for a high shelf... yup, domestic things turn him on because he just loves you way too much.

N=No

Pain play, too intense power play, loses his damn nerves every time you try bondage but he doesn´t give up, degration

O=Oral

KING

anyways. his favorite meal and part time activity. You have to push him away or he will overstim you. Team holding onto your legs and looking up at you. Also team facesitting.

Okay so for the guys: he has no gag reflex

and for the girls: he knows where the clit is

P=Pace

Such a sucker for slow sex. Loves being gentle with you and isn´t really too rough. It´s a nice rough where you don´t feel like shit afterwards, where you don´t think he hates you during it.

Q=Quickie

The reason he´s almost late for work. He just can´t resist you so you just need to say the word and he´s ready. I mean that man is always ready to take care of you.

R=Risk

Always up to try new things. It makes things exciting and he discovered a lot of new kinks with you already.

S=Stamina

A decent amount. He might need a short break after 2 rounds but his stamina is quite good since he works out.

T=Toys

Hell yeah. That´s so on the menu. Your trusted sex shop owner calls you by your names by now so yeah. It´s all about fun and spicing things up, toys are perfect for that. Besides he loves restraining you a bit and just going at it with new toys, watching you break and cum harder than before. But the same goes the other way around, he loves it when you use toys on him as well.

U=Unfair

He teases you a fun amount. Just right and never too much.

V=Volume

Usually just a few grunts but he´s definitely not shy about getting louder, doesn´t hold back anything either. Anddd he has those cute surprise moans that only you get to hear.

W=Wildcard

You two once did it while Mikey was on the phone. Ken just kept talking to him as if nothing was happening. Of course Mikey heard everything but he didn´t comment on it cause he doesn´t rlly care. So like it wasn´t anything kinky but weirdly casual? It´s just always weird when he calls during sex cause Ken will just keep doing it.

X=X-Ray

A decent size. Not too big and not too small. Also not too thick. Has nice veins though.

Y=Yearning

HIs sex drive isn´t really consistent. Sometimes he´s cool for a week without it and then sometimes he wants to fuck you every day. Gets horny in the most random moments too, which is why you sext a lot.

Z=Zzz

He can definitely sleep better after sex but he stays up until you´re asleep cause he wants to make sure you´re okay.

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sofiakistein · 3 years ago

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omegle - kita shinsuke

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: kita x fem bodied! reader

↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: masturbation (f & m), kinda exhibition, cybersex (?, light praise, degradation, the reader has a tongue piercing (just bc I also have a tongue piercing lmao) porn without a plot.

↳ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.7k

↳𝖆/𝖓: This is based on a real-life experience of mine. Please, be safe on the internet and don´t be h0rny lol

prompts

Friday nights were boring since volleyball season was over. Kita had nothing else to do than lay in his bed, zapping and searching for a good movie.

That was until he remembered some of the words Suna said the other day in practice; he was talking about this website where you could video chat with different people, in Suna´s words "It was funny but weird at the same time". So why don´t give it a chance, right?

Kita went over to the desk that was in his bedroom and turned on his laptop. www.omegle.com. There were two options, regular chat, and video chat.

He chose video chat since that was what Suna said was more fun, although he decided to turn off his camera and microphone. After some time going over boring people and a lot of weird stuff, Kita felt like that wasn´t a good idea, he was close to closing the window when a familiar face appeared on the screen.

"Hi," your sweet voice echoed thru Kita´s laptop. It was truly you? He couldn´t believe a girl from his school was using this website, nor that the girl was you, his crush. Ever since the first time he saw you walking down the corridors of Inarizaki High, Kita felt his breath taken away, charmed by your beauty.

"Mr. Stranger, are you there?" your voice took him out of his mind. It seemed like you didn´t have a problem with him not showing you his face or hearing his voice.

Stranger: Hi

"Oh, looks like you can type, then," you sighed "What are you doing here?"

Stranger: wanna play a game?

What was he doing? Maybe it was the fact that he was on anonymous, but he felt like he could actually have a good time on Omegle after all.

"Sure, what is it about?" the only reason you were on that website was because of boredom, so his proposal sounded exciting.

Stranger: you have 100 points. Stranger: 200 points if you show me your tongue.

"My tongue? That´s weird but ok," and without further thinking, you took your tongue out of your mouth. Strings of saliva over your lower lip and your piercing.

Stranger: Good girl. 300 points because you have a tongue piercing.

"You had me at "good girl"," you confessed, and laughed awkwardly. There was no point in denying that you loved attention, every kind of it, it doesn´t even matter if people only want you because you are pretty and have a fuckable face, you happen to adore it. "Wait, are you a man or a woman?"

Stranger: a man Stranger: for another 100 points, suck your finger. Stranger: just one.

"Why?" you asked, but not long after that, your middle finger was stuck inside your mouth. Your tongue rolling all over it, and Kita felt his dick getting slowly hard inside his pants.

Stranger: open your mouth and show me. I´ll give you another 100 points.

You did as he told you, sucking on your finger as if your life depended on it. That was when you understood that the man behind the screen was using you. You couldn´t be more excited right now.

Stranger: 600 points Stranger: you like that?

"The taste of my finger? Sure, I´ve had my finger inside my mouth plenty of times," you cleaned your saliva-covered middle finger with your hoodie and drew your concentration on the screen, again. "How do I win? What´s the prize?" you asked.

Stranger: when you reach 2.200 points Stranger: what do you want when you win?

"Well, I want to see your face," you reply without hesitating. "I think it´s pretty fair, don´t you think so?"

His face? How were you going to react when you discovered that Kita was the man behind the screen? The only thing he was grabbing into, was being anonymous.

Stranger: we´ll see, ok? Stranger: 200 points, what´s the color of your underwear?

"Pink,"

Stranger: cotton or laced panties?

"Cotton, are comfier"

Stranger: what about your bra?

"A sports bra, pink as well"

Stranger: mind showing me?

"Will I see your face, Mr. Stranger?"

Stranger: why do you want to see my face?

"Because I want to know who I´m talking to," the truth was, you were starting to feel the pool between your legs. A person you didn´t even know was commanding you, and you sure were enjoying it. His attention was all on you, and you were a whore for it.

Yes, you were on Omegle because you were bored, but now, you were rethinking your true intentions on the website.

"What do you say?"

Stranger: deal Stranger: but first you have to reach the 2.200 points

"Easy"

What this really happening? Or was it a bad dream? Kita couldn´t believe how easy it was for you to open up to him, if he´d known this, he surely would have talked to you before. But that wasn´t the only thing, he could also get so much more from you. Kitas had you wrapped around his finger.

Stranger: k, then Stranger: show me your bra Stranger: let´s make it 850 points for that

With a smirk on your face, you lifted your hoodie, and there it was. A baby pink sports bra covering your boobs, it looked perfect on you.

"You like the view or Nah?" are you kidding? Kita´s boner was starting to feel painful, he wished your tongue was around his dick instead of his jeans. He´s never been with a girl who has a tongue piercing, and he can´t wait to fuck your throat.

Stranger: perfect Stranger: how about a better angle?

"What do you mean?"

Stranger: I wanna see more

"Are you going to pay me, tho?" you joked, already fixing the camera angle. A cute, black, velvet short was hugging your thighs, and Kita could have sworn you were slowly grinding on the chair.

Stranger: still wanna see my face? Stranger: you better do as I say.

"Yes, sir," you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms under your tits, just for him to see them jump a little. "I´m already on 1.000 points or what?"

You are far beyond that. For Kita, you are 10.000 points worth it.

Stranger: yes Stranger: 300 points if you take off your shorts.

"Don´t you like them? I think they are pretty cute,"

Stranger: they are, but I bet you´ll look better without them.

You stood up from your chair and began to take off your shorts. You did it slowly, letting the stranger behind the screen have a good view of your ass and thighs. It was true, a pair of baby pink cotton panties covering your now soaked pussy, you could feel how wet you were when the cold air hit your clothed cunt.

"Like this?" you asked innocently and sat again on the chair. Kita was loving every second of this.

"So, what is doing a gorgeous girl on a website like this?" the sudden sound of his voice left you speechless. It was soft but deep at the same time, and you were sure you´d heard it before.

"Do I know you in real life?" you asked. He felt his heart pounding fast inside his chest, but it was too late to turn back.

"Maybe you do, but that is not important right now," he managed to respond. "I asked you a question, answered it,"

"Well, I was bored," you shrugged. "Now answer my question, Mr. Stranger,"

"And because of boredom, you decided to be a slut on the internet?"

"Maybe," you put your elbow on the desk, and your face got closer to the camera. "Now give me my prize, will you?"

"What if you don´t like what´s behind the screen? What if I freak you out?"

"Why would you freak me out? You are not 60 years old, right?"

"No, I´m not," Kita chuckled "But, I´m sorry to tell you that I´m jerking off right now,"

That´s right. Kita´s thick dick was wrapped in his hand, admiring each one of your features, and imagining how good he could fuck you. His words ran thru your body like electricity, you really loved being a whore on the internet.

"Don´t be sorry," you answered "Maybe I can help you with that,"

That was a tempting proposition. All the nights Kita had fucked his fist were worth it because now you can see it, so he turned on his camera.

The image of the volleyball team captain masturbating for you was like being in heaven. His face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his cock was twitching in his hand.

"Kita-san?" you couldn´t believe a well-behaved boy like him was on a website like this, but it amazed you. "You do need help with that,"

"Will you help me?" he asked. Your pussy was throbbing, aching to feel the slightest touch. Not only from you but from Kita. "Will you touch that little, pretty pussy for me?" of course you were going to.

The camera was angled to show your body sitting on the chair, so it didn´t take you a lot to open your legs, move your panties to the side and start touching yourself. He briefly admired the darker spot on the garment, pointing out how wet you were.

"You like being a slut?" he asked. The desperate movement of your fingers in your clit, your little moans, red face, and breasts bouncing had him on the edge of pleasure. Kita really wanted to have you like that. "I might use you as one as well,"

"Please!" you moaned. "Use me as your slut, Kita-san," one of your fingers made its way inside you. The warmth of your walls welcomed it, and he could only imagine his dick inside you, thrusting deep and hard.

Pre-cum was leaking from his tip, and you swore you didn´t want anything else but Kita to fill you with his semen.

"Yeah? Might let the whole team see how I fuck you dumb since you love attention," his words were fuel for you, thinking about being used as a toy by Kita while his teammates see you was your perfect sexual fantasy.

"Kita!" a high-pitched moan with his name on it left your lips, and that was enough for him to shoot his seed into his fist, thighs, and hands covered in white. Seeing him milking his dick was what you needed to reach your orgasm, making a pool of your juices in the chair.

"Good girl, you reached 2.200 points," he said with a smirk, admiring you coming down from your high.

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hellurdur · 2 years ago

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206 QUESTIONS

Pick a question and I'll answer

Then I'll pick and you'll answer

#till we're tired#

Anyone that fails to answer, will subscribe the other person's phone.

1:Do u still love your ex?🌏❤

2:Will u marry me?😕

3:Are u in love?😶

4:Do u like me?😏

5:Can we date?👀

6:Are u single?😴

7:Can I be your bestie?😇

8:Can I be your gf/bf?😉

9: Let's be frnds wif benefits?🔥

10:Send me your nude?😋

11:What ll u do if we where locked in a room for 2 hrs?😎

12:Let's be fuck buddies?😜

13: Seduce me when we meet?😒

14:something u love about me?😍

15:Write a paragraph about me?💓

16:Who is your favourite person to chat with?😌

17:Who do u hate?🤨

18:Date me or pass?🤷🏼‍♂🤷🏼‍♀

19:Send me a screen shot of the chat with your crush😈

20:Confess to me something deep😠

21:Put a pic of me on your status an take it off after 2 minutes🙃

22:kiss for an hour?😋

24: What's your nickname?

25:How would u describe me atleast 6 lines😗

26:Put me as your status saying my boo🦋

27:Write my name on your status with a heart❤

28:Propose to me💍

29:Send me your sexy pic🔥

30:Send me your sexiest pic💥

31:Write my name on your status saying u love me🙊

32:Would u choose food or me🤤

33:Tell your bestie u like me😀

34:The best thing we did together🤭

35:Tell me your deepest secret🤪

36:Whose your boy bestie ?😁

37:Whose your girl bestie?😄

38:Smash or pass?👌

39:Ever lied to your crush?✌

40:Ever cried for love?😭

41:Ever dreamt about me?😱

42:Tell me something to make me blush😊

43:Post on your status u love me till the moon and back😂

44:Do u consider me a gud friend?👥

45:Can I be your bestie?👫

46:Post a pic of me on your status saying my bestie TLT🤷‍♀

47:Tell me if u see me as a angel or a devil?🧚‍♀👿

48:Tell me something that makes me happy and sad at the same time🧐

49:Hug me next time u see me👩🧑

50:Tell me a secret about u?😨

51:Tell the person u hate u love them🤣

52:Tell the person u love u hate them😃

53:Post on your status in pain😢

54:Wright my name and your name on your status for 1 day🙈

55:Be my slave for 2 days🤩

56:send me your boob pic you can't say no tho

56²: pic in panty only😋

57:Tell me something u have never told anyone😛

58:Rate me out of 10⭐

59:Where do u see our friendship in a months time💫

60:Whats on your mind?🤔

61:Send me a 100 hearts an say u love me 💖

62:What atrackts u to me the most?��

63:Let's have sex on the first date 👙

64:Put my pic and write we had a great night 😍

65:Tell the person who broke your Virginia 😁

66:let's fuck for a night🤪

67:Tell someone u love them🤤

68:Send me a v.n saying BABY I LOVE U💞

69:Send me a song witch reminds u of me💝

70:Tell someone u crying for me💟

71:Tell someone #with your name for no reason😂

72:Hug me tight next time u see me🙈😍

73:Send me your naughtiest pic☠

74:will we be together in the future?💙

75:What would u prefer singing or dancing with me?🗣

76:Keep your breath in for 1hour😶

77:Send me 3 photos of u that u think is cute✨🌹

78:Tell me anything over a v.n🌈

79:Kiss me on the chick next time u see me☺🙈

80: Send me $2 ecocash💰

81:What would u want our relation to be?🤔

82:Give me 10 kisses😙

83:What would u do if I asked u out?🙈

84:Bribe someone😆

85:Am I naughty?😜

86:Would u take me with u to a party?🎉

87:Would u like to sing with me?🎤

88:Buy me a chocolate🍫

89:Tell someone there hot🔥

90:Eat a ladybug🐞

91:Tell someone they look like an alien 👽

92:Send me a cute message😱😳

93:Send me a new contact😒

94:Ask someone do they love u?😘

95:Are u a lazy person?

96:Cry for 2 hours😭

97:Send me one of your beautiful pics😱98:Send me one of 9 your most embarrassing pics

99. Thoughts on me?

100. Would you ever date me?

101. Birthday

102. Worst mistake

103. Ur greatest fear

104. Crush

105. Best colour

106. Do u or have u smoked?

107. Do u drink alcohol?

108. Do u go for nyt parties?

109. Last time u cried and wat caused it

110. Ur dreams

111. Have u or do u masturbate?

112. Happiest moment

113. Best memory

114. Last kiss and wit who

115. Do you watch porn?

116. Your best body part

117. Ever been fucked hard nd u cried?

118. Complete d**k

119. Complete p***y

120. Ur most enjoyable sex,tel me abt it in details

121. Full name

122. If u have d chance wil u date me?

123. Will u kiss me?

124. Kiss or hug

125. Favorite song

126. Favorite movie

127. Ever kissed a same gender person?

128. Do u love bj?

129. Send me ur number

130. Ever maked out?

131. Wanna explore me?

132. Wanna kiss me?

133. Wanna fuck me?

134. Wanna date me?

135. Ever been abused?

136. Best hubby

137. Tel me 3 deepest secrets

138. Send me ur nude pics or porn videos

139. Favorite body part of ur opposite gender

140. Big dicks or normal dicks

141. Big pussy or normal pussy

142. Promise to kiss me wen we meet

143. Tell me how u really feel about me

144. Tell me a story

145. Do u wear bra?

146. Do u always wear pant?

147. Promise to watch porn wit me or gv me a Bj

148. Will u let me finger u or stroke ur dick?

149. Wat age did u have ur first sex

150. Wat year did u have ur first sex

151. Player or loyal

152. Single or taken

153. Have you ever been played?

154. Have you ever played someone?

155. Tell me an erotic story

156. Last sex

157. Ever had sex wit a same gender person?

158. Use my pic as ur dp for 1 week

159. Send me ur breast or chest picture

160. Do u sex chat?

161. If u see me naked, wat will u do

162. Shy or bold

163. Ever slept naked?

164. Virgin?

165. Wat turns u on

166. What do you love doing the most

167. Ever begged for sex?

168. D craziest tin u have ever done

169. Best friend

170. Ever had sex?

171. Age

172. Are you naughty?

173. Naughtiest tin u have ever done

174. Ever exchanged nude?

175. Buy me a gift

176. Wil you let me touch you?

177. Do you love me?

178. How do you want d dick or pussy to be.

179. Sex chat with me

180. Have some mistakenly seeing ur dick or pussy?

181. What gets u wet

182. Last time u felt like having sex

183. Favorite clothes

184. Ask me anything

185. Promise to have sex with me

186. Nickname

187. Favorite sex position

188. How long do you want sex to be.

189. Do you love sex?

190. Something u will change about yourself

191. Send me two of your sexiest pics

192. Tell me how you had ur last time sex in details

193. How much do you enjoy sex

194. Tell me things you want from me.

195. Hard fuck or normal

196. Send me 2 pics of your dick

197. Send me 2 pics of your pussy

198. Hairy dick/pussy or shaved

199. Send me your dance videos

200. Will you fuck me?

201. Ever fucked someone you don't love?

202. What do you like in a girl

203. What do you like in a boy

204. Tell me things you want us to do together

205. Send me a sex video of yourself

Ask away, I’m really bored.

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