#I wanna know your thots 👀

[lazorbeanz]

Guys what’s a song or songs that reminds you of a specific sonic character or just screams “ITS THEM!!”

Excluding sonic music for obvious reasons aaaa

[artificialbreezy]

AN: sorry babies life’s been busy and brain has been broken. however please enjoy this Noah x Matty x reader thot 👀 also i’ve never written a threesome so if this sucks, so sorry

CW: MMF threesome, kinda mean!Noah, kinda mean!Matt, pet names, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (M and F receiving)

Tag list: @thefallennightmare @xxkittenkissesxx @as-above-so-below1000 @alloraiona @abiomens @shilohrosechicken @itsafullmoon @thatchickwiththecamera @english-fucker @lma1986 @pathion @tinyfairies @poisongirl616 @meekahy @foliosgirl @sacredthefran @romanreigns-supreme @thisbicc @80ssatori

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

What started as just a little joke, a fun time to tease Matty and get him riled up really ended up much worse for you than you thought.

Matty already was annoyed with your attitude from earlier in the day, and when he saw you getting a little too cozy with Noah that annoyance just grew.

Noah was quick to pick up the cat and mouse game you both were playing. Kinda chuckling to himself over seeing Matt’s cool slowly leave him. Whatever he thought, i’ll add to it.

Noah made sure he laid out the heavy flirty, the soft touches on your arms. The final straw from Matt, was watching Noah push a strand of hair behind your ear and lean down to whisper something.

Matt quickly left the room, running up the stairs quick to send you a text message to meet him up here. Stopping in his tracks at the text from Noah.

Noah: I don’t know Matt, think she needs a little more than just one person. I’ll bring her up to my room, maybe she’ll act right with a second set of eyes.

Matt was quick to respond.

Matt: Bring her up here. Chairs ready for you.

There wasn’t even a waiting period of more than 10 minutes before Noah turned the door handle.

“Bout damn time, come here baby.” Matt’s voice was soft. Confusion filling your mind, as Noah closed the door and turned the lock.

“Matty.. What are you doing?” voice barely above a whisper.

He pushed gently against your chest, forcing you to fall against Noah’s bed. “You wanted to act like a whore, so you’re gonna show Noah how much of a whore you are. Got it?”

You nodded slowly, eyes flicking between the man above you and the man across the room.

“He’s just gonna watch honey, unless you want more or you want him to leave.” His hand rubbed soft circles on your cheek.

You swallowed a little harder than intended, “he can stay, Matty.”

Before you had much time to think, Matt’s hands were on your throat. “Don’t know what’s gotten into you today honey. Been nothing but a brat.”

There was a small chuckle from behind Matt, one that made you push your thighs together. Hoping that Matt wouldn’t catch on.

He loosened his grip and looked down, “would you look at that, seems like someone’s trying to hide that she’s turned on.” His hand worked there way down to my thighs, “Lucky for me, you decided to dress like a whore today.” He mumbled while pushing the bottom of your skirt up.

Closing your eyes, the embarrassment of Noah watching while Matt was bullying you added a level of heat to your core you didn’t know possible.

There was a soft smack against my cheek. “Nuh huh, look at Noah for me yeah? Want you to watch him while I play with your cunt real quick.”

Matt knelt down in between my legs, pressing soft kisses from my shins up to my thigh. Forcing my legs further apart. Noah’s eyes glued to my center that was on display.

Matt’s head was resting against my thigh, finger running through my slick. A small gasp leaving my throat.

“Noah, come here a minute.” Matt turned his head to his friend. “If you close your legs, I wont be so nice. Better keep em open for us.”

Noah stood next to Matt, “Wanna see how fast she gets desperate? Way better to see up close.” His finger pressing against my entrance. My hips moving ever so slightly, begging for something. He pushed inside at a slow pace, stopping when he was just barely in. Staring up at me, he spoke. “Can Noah help me honey?”

“Uh huh, please.”

Noah nodded, climbing into bed behind you. Setting his legs next to yours, moving his hands to the front of you. Pushing your straps off your shoulders. His left hand finding a home against your tit.

Whimpers falling from your mouth.

Noah’s finger and thumb pinching your nipple, Matt pumping his finger at a slow pace, curling up to hit your sweet spot.

Noah was first to hear the footsteps outside the door, his other hand covering your mouth while neither boy let up on their movements.

“Hey, you guys alright?!” Jesse yelled through the door.

Matt taking this as a moment of payback, leaned forward wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

Groaning against Noah’s hand. He spoke up. “Yeah! Just showing Matt and y/n this game i’ve been playing. We’ll be back down in a bit.”

That seemed to be good enough for the man outside the door.

“Guess we better hurry up, Noah. Baby, want you on your stomach, ass up. Can you show Noah how good you are with your mouth when you’re not too busy running it? Promise i’ll give you what you want too.”

Quick to listen to your boyfriend, you rolled over, immediately lifting your ass how he asked. Noah watching you, waiting for your approval. “Uh huh, Matty. Promise i’ll be good.”

Both of them standing up, pushing their shorts down just enough to take out their cocks. Matt was quick to rub his tip against my clit and down to my hole.

As Matt pushed himself into me, Noah reached down and set his thumb against my mouth. “Need you to be real quiet, don’t need anyone coming back up here alright?” He spoke down to me.

Removing his thumb from my mouth, he brought his tip and tapped it against my lips. Opening my mouth, tongue running across his slit. A soft groan fell from his mouth, “Shit, Matt. Weren’t kidding when you said her mouth felt like velvet.”

Matt’s grip on my hips tightened, “should feel her cunt next time. Soft, wet and so fucking tight.” He groaned out through gritted teeth.

Legs threatening to close over the idea of Noah buried in my cunt and Matt down my throat.

“Think she likes that idea Noah, she’s fucking squeezing me so tight.”

Noah’s hips bucked at the feeling of my moan around his shaft. “Fuck, y/n. Relax your throat, breathe through your nose. Atta girl, good job.”

Matt’s thrusts becoming a little sloppy, “Honey i’m real fucking close. Gonna let me fill up your pretty pussy yeah? Gonna let Noah cum down your throat aren’t you? Gonna be our best girl. Promise we’ll take more time for you next time.”

There wasn’t much time between Noah’s grunt and his thrust stilling while he released his load down my throat and Matt’s soft groan while he thrusted his cum slowly into me.

Noah pulled out first, reaching down to wipe the messy makeup from under my eyes.

“Gonna pull out now,” Matt spoke softly. “Did so good honey, so so good.”

Noah walked out of the room, and came back fast with a towel and handed it to Matt. “You two stay here, i’ll be right back. Gonna take care of a couple things and then we’ll take care of you, sweets.”

Matt pressed a kiss to my back, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Matty.”

Brain stuck on Noah’s comment, and Matt’s mention of next time. But that’s a situation we can figure out later.

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part two

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soundtrack: lavender haze - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and Bradley go on a date. they say the wrong things --or right things-- and surprise each other as they get to know each other better. warnings: language, so much unresolved tension, mentions of character deaths, fluffy heartfelt stuff, but also like sexy stuff 👀 notes: i had so much fun writing this! special shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse who had to deal with my annoying thots at all hours. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always. happy reading! <3

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Subject: Guest Attendance Confirmation From: management@annabels.co.uk

Dear Madam,

Thank you for confirming your information regarding your upcoming visit to Annabel’s.

It is our pleasure to host you for your dinner reservation on the 23rd of March, 2023, as a guest of our member Mr. Bradley Bradshaw. We hope that you have a wonderful experience dining and entertaining at the Club with us.

In order to ensure your positive and memorable experience with us, we kindly ask all members and guests to be aware of a few key rules of the Club:

DRESS CODE. We encourage individuality and style in your smart attire. After 6PM, gentlemen are required to wear jackets. Read the full dress code guidelines here.

PHONE & PHOTOGRAPHY. As a Private Members’ Club, we kindly ask Members and Guests to refrain from taking photographs within the Club’s premises. Posting content to your social media from your visit to the Club is not permitted. Phones must be kept on silent at all times and are only permitted for use in limited areas of the Club.

For guidance, read the Rules & Bylaws of the Club here.

If you require further information or assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out through this email address or by phone at +44 20 7946 0011.

Thank you and see you soon.

Best wishes, Maude Adams Floor Manager.

***

You’re not sure why you’re bracing for something to go wrong.

The restaurant is rife with opulence, with rich chartreuse and bronze walls and Japanese-style paintings over classic British architecture. Bradley booked a little corner booth just off the fireplace, the privacy still granting a nice view of the grandiose bar across the room. He pulled up your chair and told you that you look beautiful—a good three or four times, and it feels just as genuine as the first. With your show and his training the next day, you both had to pass on the booze and settle with some green tea to go with your food. Conversation flows effortlessly, exploring easy topics like your shared love of old movies, the Venn diagram of your music tastes, the novelty of the sport that he plays…

“Okay, but how did you get into soccer—I mean, football?” You smile sheepishly as you correct yourself. “Sorry. Wouldn’t wanna get maimed to death by the locals.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” And then he takes a deep breath as his finger toys with the condensation on the side of his glass. “It’s… uh, my dad, actually. He bought me a soccer ball for Christmas when I was like 2 and… it’s most of the memories I had with him, playing kickabout in the backyard.”

“Oh?”

He smiles—diplomatically, all things considered. “He died when I was 4.”

Your face falls. Fuck. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…”

“Nah, don’t be. It was a long time ago. And I feel like he’s with me every time I step on the pitch.” Bradley nods, ever so reassuring. He’s had enough ‘I’m sorry’s’ for every time his dad comes up in conversation, and he doesn’t want you to feel obliged to do the same.

“But hey, I think it’s wonderful… that he’s right there in spirit with you every game.” You smile back, trying to save this slip-up in conversation. “And I bet your mom’s really proud of you, right?”

To his own surprise, he chuckles. It really is true that tragedy plus time equals comedy. “I mean, I like to think so.” He notices your questioning look, and realizes he needs to let you in on the joke too. “My mom died when I was 17. Cancer. I moved out here and lived with my godfather. Got scouted for Arsenal.”

And there it is.

You’ve been so worried about all the external factors going wrong, that you didn’t consider that the faulty one might be you. 

The clinks of plates and cutleries suddenly become so loud. The subtle piano playing over the speakers sound garbled, like you’re underwater. And the salmon sashimi in your mouth tastes like lead now. How the fuck does lightning manage to strike twice?! 

“I’m sorry, I…” and now you can’t even muster up a proper apology, because what do you even say?! The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a lame excuse, “I… thought it was a good idea not to Google you.”

His heart catches at the sight of you, all wide-eyed and dumbstruck. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but he thinks he might have just fallen in love with you there. Foot in mouth and all.

But you… you think you must’ve looked so stupid right now. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“No, no, no. It’s alright!” Bradley quickly interjects, that twinkle of amusement in his eyes still lingers. “I appreciate it, actually. I’ll take awkward moments with you over anything else you can Google about me.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Of course. I mean… it’s not like you killed them, did you?”

There’s a split second of silence, when you meet his playful gaze, and his mouth pulls into a grin over your petrified look, and then… the tension simply melts away in a sigh of tentative laughs. The garbled underwater music has come up to the surface, the dining noises dissipates, and everything turns back to normal… ish.

“Anyway, what about yourself? How did you get into… all of this?”

“Oh, it’s all I’ve ever known, really. Pretty sure I sang before I knew how to talk. I was always pestering my mom about ballet and piano lessons and living room concerts… I was that kid, you know?”

The image makes him smile, and it sends butterflies to your stomach. “Your mom must’ve been thrilled.”

“Eh.” You shrug flippantly, and that non-answer is enough of an answer for Bradley. “But she knew I was stubborn as hell, and she’s better off letting me tire myself out than trying to stop me, so…”

“But you didn’t.”

You shake your head. “By 5, I was on Broadway—”

His jaw falls open, and he looks at you like grew a new head. “I’m sorry. Five years old?”

You raise your hand in defense, not wanting to oversell yourself. “To be fair, though, it was mostly luck. My mom was working in the theater company and they needed a kid, so I volunteered to stand in—I mean, naturally,” you roll your eyes at yourself, “And they liked me. So they put me on. But I didn’t have to do anything but pretend to be asleep while the adult cast carried me around.”

“Still. That’s more than most people can say. You continued doing it afterwards, right?”

“Mm-hm. Stage, commercials, TV, the occasional movies… anything I could get my hands on.”

Bradley studies you with this look of awe—not an unusual reaction, he’s sure; it’s a pretty impressive feat. But he also catches a lost sense of melancholy in the way you say it, and he can’t help but ask, “Did you have a childhood at all?”

And your heart catches. That’s something nobody ever asked you before… “What do you mean?”

He pauses, realizing he may have inadvertently touched on a sensitive subject with this line of questioning. So he tries again more carefully. “I just meant… you’ve been working most of your life. Did you ever just get to be a kid?”

“I…” you trail off, considering your answer. You want to say yes, of course you did, but the little sting in your throat makes you question yourself: did you?

And with the soft look in his eyes, you know he knows the real answer to that. Both of you do.

It’s alarming how disarming he can be, and you would hate it… except you don’t. At least not enough to make you run off. “I guess, being in that kind of environment, I didn’t really know how to be a kid…? If that makes any sense.”

Bradley nods, understanding. He’s not entirely sure how to respond, but he wants to be empathetic.

“I went to school and made friends for a while, but…” Normally this would be an uphill point in your story, but tonight… this part is tinged with distant sorrow. “I got a record deal when I was 15, and suddenly I was living in LA and working in the studio or going on tours and… I just wasn’t a kid anymore.”

It breaks his heart, the thought of a childhood lost on you like that. “Wow. You really have lived a life, haven’t you?” He can’t resist but reaches out for your hand. 

The touch makes your heart catch, and it feels overwhelming. It feels like you’re gonna burst, so you chicken out with a lame joke. “Haven’t slept in 22 years.”

Bradley can’t help but smile at that, squeezing your hand three times in comfort. And just like that, the bubble bursts and the world continues on its axis once again. He finishes his last slice of tuna tataki and washes it down with his konacha.

“You know, for how much you’ve done since you started out, I thought you’d be more… Hollywood.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Hollywood?”

“Okay, that came out wrong,” he admits bashfully. “I just… you’re very down-to-earth. And real. I guess I expected more, like, an attitude?”

“Oh? I can have an attitude…” you smirk coyly over your tea, “...if you can handle it.”

Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of him. It’s insane how easily you switch from being sweet and vulnerable, to flirty and borderline devilish. But he wasn’t born yesterday, and he knows he’s well-equipped to handle this back-and-forth.

“I think you’d be surprised by what I can handle.”

Oh, here comes the fun part. “Is that right?”

He nods, leaning into you a little bit from across the table. “I think you’d find a lot about me surprising.”

If the whiff of his Tom Ford Black Orchid catches you off-guard, you don’t show it. Instead, you mirror his body language, propping your chin on your knuckles for good measure. “Like what?”

God, he really wants to kiss you… but it’s way too soon, and he doesn’t know how you feel about public displays of affection. “Like… I’m a pretty decent cook. And I like reading.”

“An athlete who can read? My, my…” you smirk teasingly.

Bradley laughs. He walked right into that one. But he’s not ready to admit defeat yet. Instead, he makes use of that bedroom voice girls like so much to push the point further. “That’s right. I know how to use the washing machine, too.”

You bite your lower lip and sigh, shuddering a little from his low rasp but definitely playing up the dramatics. “You do? Mmh…” 

Jesus. If that’s you faking it, he can’t wait to make you all wet and needy for real. “And you wanna know the best part?”

You meet his gaze, and for a moment, the lustful tension is real. “Yeah?”

He leans in just a little closer, head tilting as if he’s moving in for a kiss. Maybe if he throws it out there… “I can put together Ikea furniture.” 

You throw your head back and feigns a quiet but dramatic moan for your one-man audience. “Oh my gosh, I think I just came in my pants a little.”

Fuck. He really wants to make you come now. With his fingers, his tongue, his cock—

Your gaze drops to his mouth, the stupid 80’s pornstache you’ve never been into before this, the soft inviting lips underneath. The ball is in your court now, and you know he would kiss you earnestly if you close the distance…

But you burst out laughing instead. Bradley releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, although your bright laughter doesn’t deter him from thinking dirty thoughts about you. If anything, it just makes you ten times hotter in his eyes.

“Well played. That was a good one,” Bradley concedes, his face turning just a little bit pink.

“We should probably stop before the staff kicks us out for having too much fun,” you lean back into your seat, looking around the restaurant, making sure no one is listening. Squeezing his hand three times as the next course arrives… not entirely putting the kiss off of the table either.

Bradley recommends the vanilla mille crepe to close the meal, and you come up with the idea of sharing a slice. The dessert arrives, a lush little golden brown thing with thin layers of cream in between, so simple and so intricate at the same time. He lets you take the first bite—insists upon it, actually. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

That, and he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure again. Eyes fluttering closed, chest falling in a sigh, lips parted ever so slightly... God, he can’t wait to be the one responsible for it.

“Amazing, right?” He beams at you, very pleased with himself.

“Mm, it truly is,” you hum in agreement, watching him take a bite. It gives you a naughty idea… “It’s so amazing, I might just hijack this whole thing.” You jokingly pull the plate a little closer to you.

Bradley playfully holds the plate back, looking faux offended. “Hey! Come on. You know I’m a little bit stronger than you, right?”

“Please. That’s never stopped me before.” 

“Really?”

“I have my ways…” your finger reaches out just enough to touch his, just slightly.

Between that and your eyes darkening in mischief, Bradley fights hard not to turn into goo under your slightest touch. He bites the inside of his cheek to contain himself. “You’re really making me earn this, aren’t you?”

“Why? Girls never gave you a hard time before, Mr. Big Time Football Man?”

He laughs. “No. But you’re probably the only one giving me this hard a time for a bite of dessert.”

“Is that all we’re playing for? A bite of dessert?” you smirk, egging him on.

“What else do you think we’re playing for here?” He takes a second bite, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

You take another bite and lick the cream off of your fork. “I don’t know. A bite of… something else?”

Ah. So we are interested. Bradley is unfazed as he gently warns you, “Careful. I might take you up on that.”

“Good. I was hoping you would.”

The tension rises as reality sinks in. You both want to fuck, and looking at the trajectory of the evening, there’s a good chance you will. And it sobers you the hell up, pulling you both straighter in your seats. Sharing the slice of cake in quiet civility. Keeping a completely respectable distance, as if worried you don’t trust yourself not to climb over the table and kiss him senseless. 

But the game… oh, the game is on.

“I don’t know about you, but… I was thinking maybe a few bites, though.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, yeah. I intend to explore every part of this… dessert.”

You stop chewing for a moment. There’s something so hot about how he says it so casually. “That’s… very optimistic of you.”

“Not optimistic enough to decide if kissing you out here was a good idea,” he admits sheepishly.

“Why is that?”

Bradley shrugs. “Just a hunch.”

He’s right, of course. He didn’t choose an ultra-exclusive, members-only establishment with a no-phone policy just for kicks. He sees the security detail that follows you around, lurking at a safe distance—from back at the club. And tonight, you’re traveling light with just two bodyguards, each strategically posted near you and the exit, but it’s still more than he’s ever encountered. There’s no way you would risk a first kiss in public, no matter how discreet the place is. No matter how much you like him.

And you like him a whole lot.

“Tell you what…” you put the fork down as quietly as you can. This is the moment of truth. “I’ll let you kiss me all you want back at my hotel, hm?”

Bradley’s eyes light up instantly. He takes a moment, not so much to consider his options, but to process what’s about to happen. “I would like that very much, yes.”

“Alright, then. Shall we?” you smile brightly, flagging the waiter for the check.

“Uh, yeah. Totally. We shall,” he stammers a little, recovering fast enough to snatch the check and slips his credit card in the tab. Barely addressing the waiter as they walk back to the till.

It all happens so fast, and you whine in complaint. “Oh, come on!”

“What, was I supposed to let you pay or something?”

“You were supposed to let me pretend to fight for it, at least…” you huff.

He smiles in amusement. You are so adorable, it makes his heart fucking swell. “Okay. Next time I’ll let you pretend. I’ll even give you a little pushback for good measure, how about that?”

“Perfect.”

“Now, let’s go back to your hotel and… I don’t know, pretend you have to try really hard to resist my charms.”

“Yeah, okay.” You chuckle in agreement. This is really happening. Wow. And just as the excitement sets in, another point of concern pops up in your head, like a really annoying notification. “Did you drive here or…?”

He nods. “You wanna take my car?”

“No, I got a car waiting for me…” you smile apologetically, glancing at her bodyguard. There’s no way they’re gonna let you jump into some guy’s car. “And there’s gonna be paps out front…” Here comes the tricky part. “Would you… mind if we… go separately and meet up at my hotel?”

Oh. Bradley’s face falls a little upon realizing that he can’t just walk out the door with you. He sees how this works. You don’t want the media to jump on this first date, and it’s actually a smart move. Besides, what’s a few more minutes to a whole night of complete privacy? “Sure, no problem.”

You nod tentatively. Well, that was surprisingly easy… “And just to be clear, this has nothing to do with you. It’s just… this whole thing can be a circus, and I don’t want you to deal with anything you didn’t sign up for.”

He smiles at you. Bless you for being so thoughtful, but it does make him wonder if other people have had trouble with it. But maybe that’s a question for another time. “Hey, I totally understand. We’ll just meet up at the hotel and leave it at that.”

“I’ll text you, okay?”

You squeeze his hand gently before you get up, making your way out of the restaurant. Powering through the camera flashes as soon as you walk out of the front door. Giddy because you know something these vultures don’t.

Meanwhile, Bradley sits. Waits. For one minute, and two, and three. Looking at people walking in and out, wondering how inconspicuous he would be if he walks out now.

And then…

His phone buzzes.

[buckgasms]

my thot is that steve ripping logs scene but with lumberbuck

take it away pom

What an excellent, excellent thought Nonnie 🤌🏻

Just putting this here for science purposes

And here's Bucky cos he's hot

Because I wonder maybe if you see some hot tiktoker doing it and he's all like, "pfff that's so fuckin fake baby." And you just 👀 and goad him saying, "haha yeah I bet you just can't do it"

And that irritates him no end.

So for weeks after work he practices ripping logs, little ones to start, working his way up to something girthier.

And he comes home each night with sore hands and you don't know why, but you spend each evening rubbing lotions on his hands, sat in his lap being kissed and cuddled. You keep asking him about it but he just distracts you with kisses.

🪵

Finally, after a few weeks he's mastered it. He brings a hug trunk home which he tells you he's going to use for firewood. You shrug and leave him to it.

He waits until the weekend, you're sitting out on the deck, reading a book when Bucky walks out of the house and over to the big log that's been left on the grass near to where you sit.

He clears his throat and you look up, slightly amused as he lifts the log to his chest. "Whatcha doin there lumberjack?" You smile as he winks at you. "Just provin' a point darlin'" he says, a slight strain in his voice as he grips the wood. Before your eyes it creaks, cracks, then splits in half, two thick pieces of wood falling to the floor.

Words have failed you as you stand up and walk down to him, your hands gripping his strong arms and squeezing at them. "That was....seriously hot Bucky" you said softly as he leaned down and stole a kiss from you.

"Wanna see what else I can do?" He growls and you squeal as he lifts you up over his shoulder and carries you back into the house.

🪵

He seems to be on a mission to prove his strength, so he's got you trapped on his cock, ankles over his shoulder and a hand round your throat. All you can do is cling on for dear life as he bounced you up and down.

"Fuck baby, look so pretty like this" he moans as your glassy eyes roll back in your head, as his dick strokes along your most sensitive spot. "Bucky.... So deep... I can't" you pant as the pressure within sends shockwaves through your body.

"Aw yes you can babygirl, taking me so well sweetheart. And I ain't stoppin' till you give me at least a couple more princess..."

Your fingers dig into his arm, making his curse. He lifts you up and drops you back on the bed, in the few seconds of relief your body curls up, but you also hate how empty you feel. You don't have long to debate which is needed, before he spears back into you. He presses your legs wide, and scolds you with a gentle swat on your thigh.

"Don't you fuckin hide from me babygirl, that's my pussy to play with hmm? Not yours to hide.."

He leans over you, kissing you deep, relishing the moan that emits from your lips as he pounds into you. "So good Bucky..." You whine as he sinks his teeth gently into your shoulder, before pressing soothing kisses over your neck and chest.

You feel your peak coming on fast and he grips your chin and makes you look at him. He face is flushed under his deep tan, sweat on his brow and blue eyes capturing yours. "Tell me baby, am I better than a tik tok bullshitter?"

You let out a breathy laugh and wrap your arms around his neck. "Buckyyy don't do this now pleeeaase..." He stills his movements and scowls as you giggle at him. You huff as he pinches your nipples and refuses to roll his hips, even as you squeeze you walls tight around him.

"Oh my god, Buck! Of course you're better than a tiktoker! I don't even remember what you are talking abo-"

That seemed to be enough as he resumed his pounding, pinning your hands down and dragging you to your peak. You cry out and dig your heels into his back, limbs shuddering as your body is set alight with pleasure.

He groans in your ear, before flopping down on the bed beside you, before pulling you over to him, your soft limbs wrapping around his strong, beefy body.

"You can be really hot sometimes, and really big idiot too y'know" you giggle as you press kisses all over his face as his rough fingers trail down your back and squeeze at your ass.

"As long as I'm your idiot" he grins before rolling you over to have at you again.

❤️

[sebsxphia]

a thought! i feel like, in my gut, rhett loves a good hickey. like will absolutely cover you in them! and it doesn’t matter where on your body, it’s not about people seeing them, it’s about him knowing they’re there. sure, he’s more than likely to give you on on the junction between your shoulder and your neck, but he’s just as likely to suck one onto your ribs. he gets off on the casual intimacy of them, of seeing it poke out of the collar of your shirt while you’re making breakfast. makes him wanna suck over it, darken it up, make it last forever. then maybe one night, you’re both snuggled up on the couch, barely paying attention to the movie you’ve put on, and you’re on his lap and he has your shirt pushed up and he’s sucking a hickey onto the side of your breast and you’re grinding against him and whining at how he’s pulling at the sensitive skin of your breast when he finally pulls off, eyes twinkling at the new dark spot he’s added to the collection. “mine,” he whispers before giving it a soft kiss and then a soft kiss to your lips. a sudden urge to retaliate overcomes you so you slide down onto the floor, between his legs, tugging at his sweats. you help him slide them off before wrapping your hand around his length. he hisses as the first touch of your hand and then his head falls back and he’s groaning. you slide his tip in between your lips, sucking him gently, letting your saliva slide down his cock. once he’s sufficiently worked up, you slide farther down his body, attaching your lips to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. while your work him with your hand, you suck a bruise onto him. he watches you with blown pupils, jaw dropped open. your pace picks up when rhett starts gently thrusting up into your tight fist. when you finally pull away from his thigh, there’s a ping pong sized mark on his leg. you pull your hand away from his cock to run your fingers over it, the sudden shine from your saliva making rhett sigh. looking up at him, you whisper “mine.” and he’s biting his bottom lip and nodding before he gives you a small smirk and says, “come ‘ere, baby. lemme show you what else is mine.” 👀

all of this, ALL OF THIS!

YES, YES, YES DEAR ANON! no, because you’re so right! he absolutely does love a good hickey! the spots and how beautifully you described how he adds them, are so spot on (pun intended). it’s a huge thing for possession with him. we all know he’s possessive as fuck and this is just another way that he can show you as his, even if all of them aren’t on show, but that’s kinda what does it to him too. he knows that no man or woman, will ever be that lucky to see your beautiful body and his covered markings that come with it. oh, and when you give them to him? he’s a goner, of course. switching the roles makes him even more feral for you and the fact that you love him so much, that you want to show everyone that he’s yours too. also for the pain!

thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! mwah! 🥰💌

[chelseasdagger]

Now I've spent the last two hours super distracted thinking about Frank's balls and WOOF. I'm into it, bring it on, yes pleeeease. How big are they? Trimmed, shaved or natural? How rough does he like them handled? The THOTS are all consuming.

Not even going anon for this, fuck it we ball 👀

okay LISTENNNNN i have thoughts about this CJSKDKSK

i am SO glad i can make you think about his balls for that long. it’s my greatest achievement thus far :D but was for how i picture them? my personal preference is that they’re full. like idk why but balls when they’re big and full send me fucking crazy CKSKDKSK and i see them not hanging as much? i don’t knowwww PFFF i just know they’re big and full and could definitely still hit a clit if he was doing doggy 🤭

as for his hair i always sorta picture him trimmed i guess? like i personally like hair on every gender down there PFFF but i feel like with his balls he’d maybe just trim some? but now I’m picturing him all natural and oof 😵‍💫

me personally, my head canon is that frank definitely likes having them played with. i… may or may not have a near constant thought about sucking on them while jerking him off. i just HYYY he’s so hot and i feel like if your mouth wandered while going down on him and you ended up licking over them before fitting one between your lips, he’d drag his hand down his face while tilting his head back and grumbling out a curse. i just can see him really enjoying it that way, or a nice cup while you suck him off?

i don’t know y’all! help a girl out!! CKSKXKSK is there anything you guys would wanna see reader do with frank and his balls? i love taking some ideas and incorporating them into the stories!

[eoieopda]

all right babe, i wanna hear bts as roommates cause i'm curious 👀

OOOH. love this. this speaks to the very specific brain rot i have about domestic, day-to-day bangtan.

namjoon — he’s very likable, so you can’t get mad, but good god is he noisy. like, dropping shampoo bottles in the shower (aka bombs) during the MULTIPLE daily showers he takes; talking through movies with his thots/predictions/trivia; the snoring; the banging of cabinets and pots/pans when he tries his best to pull his weight in the kitchen. however, he never forgets your birthday and reminds you about things he correctly assumes you’ll forget about (appointments — how does he even know about them??)

seokjin — you barely see him because he’s holed up in his room, gaming into the wee hours of the morning, but you can sure as shit hear him yelling :’) he’s the “i made myself a snack, so i’m bringing you one” type, always making sure you take breaks when you’re busy because he knows he’s bad at that himself. he’ll fix broken shit in your apartment (oppa/hyung will do it!) but don’t you dare ask him to trap a spider (oppa/hyung would rather die!)

yoongi — i’m sorry, but he’s gotta be a god tier roommate. he keeps to himself for the most part, but he’ll quietly drop into your space when he craves human contact. like, you’re at your desk doing whatever, and he’s just sitting on your bed, vibing. he’s got major nesting energy, too, so he’s collecting carefully chosen decor + putting furniture together himself. he lets you help to some extent because he wants to teach you, but he realizes this was a Dangerous Move and banishes you to watch from a safe distance.

hoseok — he’s the renaissance man of roommates because he’s an 1) in-home hype man, 2) a cleaning fairy, and 3) a social butterfly. he forcibly removes you from your room when you’re becoming too solitary and ensures that you always have the option of plans — if and when you want to utilize them. had a bad day? not anymore, bitch!! it’s time to laugh until you pee!! just not on the floor he just mopped, okay? ✨💕

jimin — he’s the one your friends/family are most excited to see when they visit you. OMG IT’S JIMIN — oh, and you’re also here :’) you’ve given up on being the hottest gworl in the apartment because you know it’ll always be him. and of course your closet and/or skin care are now communal, whether you were aware of it or not 🤷🏻‍♀️ has simply the best “tough love” advice, the best house parties, the best vibes. and you KNOW he’s the one (1) person who shows up to your shit, whatever that may be (career-related awards banquets, recreational volleyball tourneys, etc.)

taehyung — you literally never know where he is or what he’s up to, but his dog is cute, so there’s that!! he forgot to mention that he’s going to paris/barcelona/the moon until he facetimes you from some insane party to let you know that he forgot to put out the candle he lit in his room several days ago. but when he is home, there are no dull moments. he does end up in your bed most nights, though it stopped surprising you when you wake up to find him strapped around you like a human backpack.

jungkook — he’s made you fully nocturnal with his late night noraebangs and galaxy lights. you don’t remember the last time you saw the sun. what is daytime? 🤔 who is it for? NOT Y’ALL. there isn’t a single executive function functioning between the two of you, but at least your laundry is always done :’)

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/11/2024

Nerdie! It's the middle of the month, how are you?

Good. Nothing to complain about. Mainly relaxed and then worked Thursday and Friday. My orientee made me laugh.

Oh? How so?

She said that now that she's had some different preceptors she enjoys my balances of being a bit hands off since I know she's experienced, but still checking in during the shift to see how things are going. (Puffs out chest and also wonders if that's a good or bad thing.)

I mean, if she said it's fine, it should be fine right? Now did you do anything writing this week?

I did a bit. Not as much as I normally do. I'm gearing up for projects I have either agreed to or planned for myself.

My two fics are quite different. One was silly and sweet and the other was filth. Nerdie in a nutshell really:

Is it for the wallet of the shoebox? (Tim Rockford x plus size female reader) Tim being silly in a bookstore leads to a serious conversation and a partial photoshoot at home. Comedy and domestic fluff with slight spice.

One Pass for the both of Us (Lucian Flores x female reader x Benny Miller) You and your boyfriend Lucian have the same hall pass. All smut with sweatpants and gold chains.

Working on two things I promised people. One requested fluff and the other action and smut.

I decided to start a new series (because clearly I don't have enough - Dieter, Frankie and Tim give Nerdie a death glare) 👀 because this Pedro character was in my WIPs way before the three of you! Might even help me brainstorm…

Two Hearts by the Ocean will feature Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC). The vibe is sweet summer romance. Mainly fluff every Wednesday, not sure how many parts, at least five. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for it. I have a few people in mind but if you'd like to be added, let me know. 😆

Roc & Doc and Weddings 101 with Dieter are still ongoing, no worries. Tim and Dieter have calmed. Frankie is a bit pissed still but you have the longest masterlist Fish! You don’t care…well. Okay. 🫡

I might be trying to figure out how to write Ezra. I love reading fics with the man, but his speech patterns have so many nuances to it. I've been studying @morallyinept aka Jett's Pedro Pascal Character Database that she's been compiling and her entry on Ezra from Prospect has been invaluable. It's an excellent reference for Pedro character fic writers or if you just wanna know more. She also has one specifically on Ezra’s speech patterns that I swear I’ve read at least four times.

It's me, I'm the problem. 😭 I’m either overthinking or not focusing on the right parts. Ugh…

Fics I read this week: ( I took time off work and had plenty of time to read - still didn't get to everything. 🥸)

Movie Night by @munsonownsmyass (Zach Ellison x reader)

No game at all (but I can do this) by @for-a-longlongtime (Marcus Pike x Tim Rockford - Frankie Morales floating in thots)

Wouldn't It Be Nice - Chapter one by @lady-pug (Agent Whiskey x female reader)

02 x birds - Frankie Morales x reader by @trulybetty

Mon Amour by @saturn-rings-writes (Jake Lockley x black female reader)

The Stars by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Poe Dameron x reader)

Mutual by @morallyinept (Ezra x female reader)

Dinner Party by @lavendertales (Steven Grant x fem reader)

The Mercenary and the Whore by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers

Comedy of Errors (MK Spring Bingo #3) by @soft-girl-musings (Steven Grant x GN reader)

03 x snowfall - Marcus Pike x reader by @trulybetty

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch (Din Djarin x fem. black reader)

Half of you - part 1 and part 2 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x female reader)

God Speed by @magpiepills (Tim Rockford x female reader)

Not for nothing @magpiepills (Ezra x female reader)

Perfect Fit by @lowlights (Frankie Morales x plus size reader)

To the Flame - chapter 5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x female reader)

Come back to me by @reallyrallyauthor (Poe Dameron x female reader)

If you’re not looking at @immarocketman ‘s art, then I feel sad for you. It’s beautiful 🤗 They put out a sketch of Din/Cobb this week that’s apparently going to have a fanfic written about it by @theywhowriteandknowthings

There was also an excellent head cannon about Sarah’s younger years by @clickergossip that resonated with me on Black girlhood. ☺️

That's about it until next week! 🥰

Stay hydrated and safe!

Love Nerdie 💜

[pedrito-friskito]

I’m here to (lovingly) bombard you on your sleepover Saturday and request any and all Oberyn thoughts you have floating around in your brain (or really any GoT thoughts in general) <3 <3

scout my darling my angel my sweet game of thrones confidante 💙

I’m so sorry this took me so long 😫

truthfully, I ALWAYS have oberyn martell on the brain. I got bit by the fic bug and this man straight up set up shop in the back of my head and kicked his feet up. he ain’t going ANYWHERE FAST, and thirteen Game of Thrones Wiki tabs I have open right now aren’t either.

I seriously wasn’t lying when I said I planned out the first ten chapters of an Oberyn x female!OC fic. and there’s more plot after that, I just haven’t fleshed out actual chapters past those ten.

SO. that being said, I thought I’d share a snippet! my plan is to start posting in the new year, I wanna get at least 5-6 chapters written before it starts going up, but a saucy sneak peek under the cut! (pls tell me your thots on it 👀)

“Would you visit?” you ask, blinking slow. You’re dead on your feet, nearly asleep as Oberyn turns to stand in front of you, his hand curling down your forearm and around your wrist lightly. “King’s Landing.”

“If it means seeing you, little star,” he murmurs, and his other hand comes up under your chin, pinched softly between his thumb and forefinger, “nothing would keep me away.”

Your breath stutters in your throat as his thumb stretches up, drags along your lower lip. One of your hands floats up, curves around his elbow, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve. “My prince…”

“Have you been kissed before, sweet thing?” he purrs, and his thumb dips lower, like velvet against your skin. “Tell me.”

“O-once,” you stutter out. “No, twice. When I was young, the first time, and…” You trail off, your eyes stuck to his mouth, as it curves into a grin.

“And the second?”

“My eighteenth nameday,” you murmur, mouth moving against his thumb. “One of my brother’s friends.”

“Did he kiss you properly?” he asks, and your brow creases.

“Properly?” you repeat.

“Properly,” he breathes, and then his lips meet yours.

It’s soft, and slow. His grip on your chin doesn’t falter, and his other hand tugs you closer. You don’t know what to do with your hands anymore, but as he pulls you into him, they fall to his chest, curl in the silky fabric, hold him in place. He kisses your bottom lip first, letting his teeth scrape lightly against your flesh. It makes something bubble up into your chest, warm and heady like a heavy sip of wine. Then he moves upward, caressing your upper lip, giving you access to his bottom one, and you follow his lead, nipping at it with your teeth, drinking down the taste of Oberyn Martell. 

He’s warm, the hand at your wrist moving to the small of your back again, pressing you into him much like he had on the dance floor. You want to bury yourself in the kiss, that delicious feeling he’s sparked crawling up your chest, spreading through your limbs and making them tingle. You hold onto him tighter, sighing into him deeply as his tongue pokes past your teeth. It makes your toes curl in your shoes.

You’re breathless as he pulls away, a broad grin on his lips that you want to kiss away. You find yourself chasing his mouth, leaning in for more, but he only gives you one more sweet peck, another to your cheek, then your forehead. Still, you crave more.

“Was that proper?” you ask, licking the taste of him from your lips. You feel almost drunk, like you’d drank too much wine; you swear you only had two cups.

“Indeed, little star,” he replies, his hand now cupping your cheek, the other resting at your waist. “That’s how you ought to be kissed.” He gives you another quick kiss, like he can’t help himself. “From this day, until the end of your days.”

You can’t decide on words, just offering him a bleary eyed smile as he brushes the hair from your face, reaches for the handle of the door. “Right,” you remember, finding your voice. “Bed. Sleep.”

Oberyn chuckles, pushing the door open. He reaches for your hand, squeezes your fingers, lifts your knuckles to his mouth. “Sleep well,” he tells you, speaking against your skin. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, my Prince,” you reply, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, chasing the ghost of the kiss he’d given you.

“Goodnight, my little star.”

[beefrobeefcal]

submitted by @nerdieforpedro I wanna know about “Ezra Darling - Working - Promp - 1254” because let me see a chubby Ezra. 👀 That man always looks so gaunt, would he stop talking enough to eat? 🫡

Well, Nerdie, the thing is...

It's along the same vein as the Dieter WIP (in the sense that it makes no sense and is more a series of vague thoughts). Please note the way this is laid out is more solo brainstorming and I don't expect anyone to be satisfied reading this.

(Sorry it took so long for me to post - I didn't get a notif for this and found it on my THOT TANK paroosing)

Space-man-oh-space-man regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Ezra has two arms (RIP One Arm Canon) and he gets stranded and hurt. You find him and take him back to your base to nurse him back to health and it turns out he's an aggressive dom feedee. Like boy can't be stopped and he won't let you quit. Time Jump? Ask Nevy.

note: ask Ezra Baddies about him. Is he a dom feedee or is he a dom feeder? Not sure. Ask dis. maybe BPS.

Other idea: mash with Din. BiS? Love triangle or poly? Angst! edible angst! love angsty shit.

Other other idea: mutual feeding? Dieter? too dangerous. Ask around. Has mechanical arm for fingering. joke about scissoring with interchangeable appendage? Ezra Scissor Hands? Dieter would laugh and be high.

Ezra is good at eating pussy

[wonusite]

and what if gyu gets asked to get groceries and you offer to go with him... from the outside it looks like you just wanna come along to help him but you both know you have other motives 😇 you're seducing him as soon as the elevator doors close, smashing your lips onto his and pushing yourself onto him so he can feel your tits against his chest and his growing bulge is rubbing against your lower stomach. even though the elevator ride was short, it was enough to get him fully hard because as soon as you reach his car he's pushing you into the backseat to rail you and give you at least 2 loads before you leave 😁

you at least behave on the way there and as you're shopping (but he doesn't miss the times you bend over in front of him to grab something from a lower shelf and he can see a wet patch on your underwear when your skirt rides up). but on the way home? as soon as you reach the first red light, you reach a hand down to play with your cunny. it surprises him at first but the sight of both your arousal and his cum from earlier has him sternly telling you to stop, but you ignore him and continue to push it back into you.

of course he gets mad because you're disobeying him but deep down he thinks it's kind of fun. and you're so cute since you clearly want his attention, so he'll give it to you. to your surprise he pushes your hands away from yourself to give way for his. he calls you a brat for acting naughty even as he's driving and leaves consecutive slaps onto your pussy before he slips his fingers inside and abuses your hole 🥴 it's short-lived because he has to take them out when the light turns green but he reaches over to leave a few spanks here and then.

when you arrive home and he parks the car, he immediately commands you to get in the backseat where he follows so he can give you his full, undivided attention iykwim 😇 he doesn't even care if anyone else is in the parking lot, or if they'll notice how his car is rocking from how hard he's thrusting into you, or if his fiancee is wondering what's taking the both of you so long, he needs to punish his angel for misbehaving <3

maybe i'll be 😈 anon ehehe i just read your daddy!gyu series recently and i'm actually so obsessed with it it's so good 😭 been having my own thots about it ehe

AHHH WELCOME TO THE WONUSITE THOTS YOU’LL FIT RIGHT IN FR 🥹 and stop i’m so glad u liked daddy!gyu like that series is my baby tbh <3

and ur a lil fucking menace but i love that sm so let’s get into it 👀

daddy!gyu feels his heartstrings being pulled when u sweetly offer to go grocery shopping w him. he knows you want his cock, but it also seems like you actually like spending time alone w him. you’ve become more clingy and needy, and he fucking loves it.

when you tease him before you leave, pressing ur soft body against his and giving him a desperate kiss, gyu welcomes it. he shoves his tongue inside your mouth as his hands trail down under your skirt and knead ur ass, moaning when he feels that ur wearing a thong. you giggle deviously as u pull away and tell him you’ll meet him outside. obs you’ve felt his giant boner and can’t wait to have him use u like u want him to.

hence, you end up in his back seat, face shoved into the leather seats and he completely rails you from behind. ur sopping cunt is convulsing around him as he drags u back and forth on his big cock. “so fucking good for me, baby girl.” gyu moans as you fall over the edge and coat his dick w ur sweet cream. “always so desperate for daddy’s cock.”

“can’t get enough, daddy. just want your cum.”

he groans lowly, slapping your ass as he spills his hot seed inside you. gyu slowly grinds into u, cock still hard. he smirks, running his thumb along where u two are connected. “this pretty pussy still wants more of my cum? that’s what it feels like.”

you nod desperately against the seat, grinding ur messy cunt back on to gyu’s cock. he lets you, loving the sight of you fucking his cum back inside your pretty pussy. gyu finally becomes so ravenous that he grips your soft ass and starts to pound into u until you both come again.

at the store you expectedly behave, except for when you bend over and give gyu a peek of ur pretty ass. but he loves the sight of your ruined underwear even more. it takes everything in him not bend you over and stuff you full of his cum all over again.

everything is fine on the way back home, well mostly. once the car comes to a stop, you innocently call gyu so he can look over at you. ur two fingers are spreading ur messy pussy lips. it works like a charm bc as soon as mingyu lays his eyes on you, they darken with an unmistakeable heat. he stays quiet when you shove your fingers into your pussy, gently grinding into them. you hear him say princess in a warning tone, but based on the large tent in his pants, u know he’s not too upset.

gyu gently pushes your fingers away, and gently rubs your throbbing cunt, circling ur puffy clit until you’re moaning and begging for him. he delivers a hard slap to your cunt.

“daddy!”

he keeps slapping ur lips until he finally has enough and shoves them inside. immediately, you become a blubbering mess. u look so pretty and fucked out that he considers pulling to the side of the road just so he can fuck u like u both want. but as the light turns green, he just settles for sucking ur sweet juices from his fingers.

he pulls into the driveway and doesn’t hesitate to get you in the back so he can get ur tight cunt around his cock. this time ur on top, bouncing on his cock like an animal in heat. ur pretty tits bounce in his face, and just as he’s about to take one of ur hard buds into his mouth, his phone rings. you smirk, knowing it’s ur mom.

“answer it, daddy.” you manage to say through your moans.

and he does. but gyu can’t focus on anything his fiancé is saying, not when her gorgeous daughter is fucking herself on his cock. it’s esp hard when you start grinding into him and make him fall over the edge. his sticky cum paints ur walls, and ur determined to overstimulate him and reduce him to a whimpering mess so he can’t even talk to ur mom anymore.

you giggle when he hangs up on her mid-sentence and grips ur ass to fuck his cock up into you and fill you up again.

[shukakumoodboard]

8 and 25 for the ask thing? 👀 I wanna know your Thots and Opinions

Thots and Opinonions for yuo my darlignie. i had a Day so i’m choosing violence on these responses too lets fuckin’ go

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

this is maybe more an activity derived from an opinion/mindset but i was thinking about it today: collecting fandom artwork off the internet and making twitter threads or tiktoks or youtube shorts or otherwise content out of it without credit or permission isn’t contributing to fandom in general or being a fandom content creator, it’s actually stealing :) there seems to be a shocking amount of people who think this kind of reposting is normal/acceptable and let me just say i have a blanket permissions statement on my ao3 but if i ever catch someone putting my stuff in a tiktok compilation without crediting me and letting me know as per the terms of my permissions i am coming to their house and dropping a fat turd in their microwave

now obviously if you have permission/the creator has given blanket permissions, and you link your sources, go absolutely hog fuckign’ wild!

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

ok this one ends up being more general fandom too, but any and all variants and extensions thereof belonging to the overarching complaint of “there just isn’t enough X art/fic!” shut the fuck up and write it/draw it yourself. “but i can’t write/draw” and you think your idol authors/artists just… could? it’s called practice babeygrill. pick up a pencil. youtube has some great free drawing tutorials. drop your fave authors a line and ask them what writing advice they can provide. “but im too busy” i write on my phone in the fckin’ shower while my conditioner sets. and in between teaching courses at university, and while my dinner’s cooking, and between sets at the gym, and on the train to work, and hobby time on the weekends. “but i’m too lazy” then Cope. thank u for coming to my ted talk*

*i do feel the need to disclaimer all of these are different from health, job, family, etc issues that do interfere with writing or drawing and to that i say: my love you are still an artist. a boat is still a boat even when docked at the shore

thank you for asking <3

feel the violence in ur bones

[ace-turned-confused]

Here I am dropping my thots on “seashells & sandcastles” 🫶🏻🤍

I’m begging for some higher force to beam me to the sea so I can smell that fresh air too. I’m dreaming about it actually. 👀🫠

“Your memory comes back to you and that's when you realise — you’ve slept with Joel Miller. You know, dad’s best friend Joel Miller.” And I’m also dreaming about this too 😍🙏🏻

“ -a fair gap between your fingers and thumb as you try to wrap your hand around his girth, beads of precome starting to pearl as you brush your thumb over his tip.” Joel Miller and his big cock should be right here with me, when will it be my turn ???😵‍💫🥵

“You could just finish the job yourself, but why do that when you could have Joel do it instead.” Exactly why do it yourself when you can let it be done by Joel Fucking Miller 🤩😍

Actually, Joel Miller is the first person I put in horny jail because it’s criminal how fucking hot that men is 🤗🫠

“Barely woken up and you’re already all needy, huh? S’what happens when you get fucked real good.” The little voice in my head is screaming. Of course we are needy for him what a question 😫😍

I don’t know if this is TMI but I watched some porn with thigh fucking and I don’t know, but that was so hot 🥵 And now this : “He moves your leg back into place, holding himself in the wet heat between your thighs and starts thrusting, the fat head of him just catching on your entrance but never pushing in.” I’m biting my pillow 🤗🤯

“Don’t wanna hear any complaints. You be good and come for me like this, then maybe I’ll give you what you want and fuck you nice ‘n hard later. Understand?” Yes sir I understood that nice and clear, fuckin hell I love him 😍

Not the dad almost walking in on them ohhhh no 😵‍💫

That would’ve been a very compromising position😅

“Never felt a pussy as drenched as this one. Bet I could slip right in her like it’s nothing.” So why don’t you just slip in Joeli do it nowwwww 🤭

It’s really so good how he’s rough and dominating throughout but then afterwards he’s like “are you ok?” That’s the kind of treatment I need 😊

“Dunno, I just like picking them up.” You take a pebble in hand, smoothing your fingers over its surface.” I used to do that in my childhood all the time wherever we were if I thought those were pretty stones and shells. I picked them up and I took them home. That was a nice little thing to do 🥹��

“You’re real trouble, sweetheart.” Of course, what else did he expect 😜😙

“Leaning in close behind you, he lowers his voice right into your ear, “You just wanted my hands on you.” I would do anything to have his hands on my body so I support playin some tricks to make it happen, besides he knew the second she asked him to put lotion on her what this was about🤭

“That feel good? Know my fingers are so much bigger than your own. Bet it’s not as nice as my cock, though, huh? Had you completely stretched out, took me so well.” Him and his filthy mouth are a danger to society (and my panties)😈🥵

“You’ve been so good for me, ‘m gonna fill you up again tonight — I’m gonna fuck ya nice ‘n hard, just like I promised. You can be as loud as you want, wanna hear all the pretty noises you can make.” After hearing this I would also come. I mean you’re gonna fill me up tonight, You’re gonna fuck me nice and hard just like you promised and I can be as loud as I want….hell yeah.

The way you write Joel is honestly chefs kiss 💋

“Placing you down on your feet again, he doesn’t give you time to scold him and seals his mouth to yours, one hand pulling you into him by the small of your back, the other cradling your cheek. For the first time, he notices how the softness of your skin elsewhere carries over into your lips, and you hang your arms over his shoulders, fingers threading gently through his curls.” This makes me feel all fuzzy warm in my chest. I’m really going through the emotions here, first I’m horny then it turns into nostalgia, then back to horny and now I feel all lovey dovey 🥹🥰

“Throughout dinner he made sure your parents' glasses were never empty, sending you a wink and a slanted smile with each pour as they became more and more carefree, his free hand caressing your back every time he rounded the table.” I see what you’re doing Joel, getting her parents real drunk so they go to bed pass out and don’t hear any of the feverish fucking that’s about to happen. ☺️😉

“Seems to me that you quite like bein’ punished. Now, I do enjoy puttin’ you in your place, but it’s nice when you’re a good girl and I can reward you instead. You’re all dressed up too, you put on this pretty dress for me?” Who would not like to be punished and put in their place by Joel Miller. As Joel Millers Good Girl, i can say the reward is very nice indeed, but sometimes being a brat is fun. 🤩

“All weepin’ and I’ve barely touched her.” She indeed doesn’t need to be touched by him to weep, looking at him already does it 😝

“Hey, what’s wrong? You alright?” He rests a hand on you, thumb drawing soft circles into the swell of your ass, concern in his eyes.” I smell consent King 👑

“Joel lays his fingers flat and wipes his hand up through you before slapping you hard and leaving a burning, sticky handprint on your ass — you buck your hips back into him, letting out a strangled moan.” I’m a whore for spanking or slapping of any kind ahhhh😫😍🥵

“Never knew you had such a dirty mouth, baby. Definitely ruined this cunt for anyone else, nobody’s gonna make her come like I can. Stretched her so well that anyone else just ain’t gonna do the job.” Yeah if he would be real, and he would do this to me. I would definitely be ruined for anyone else I mean, who could compare to that let’s be real, no one 🤭🤗😅

“Please come inside me, Joel — wanna be full of your come, want it dripping out of me while I fall asleep.” Oh yes I said it before Joel Miller is the only man I would let come inside me no matter how many times he wants I don’t give a fuck. 🤩😅

Nix this was an absolute 10/10 masterpiece 🫶🏻🤍

okay i’ve been gatekeeping this since you sent it in bc it’s actually the nicest thing anyone could ever do 🥹😭

mina thank you sm for reading and taking the time to compile your exstensive thot breakdown 🙏🏻 i appreciate this AND YOU so much 💗

[buckgasms]

I am sooooo obsessed with Daddy Bucky!!! 🤤🥰 I’ve had this particular idea that I need your thoughts on… how do you think he handles punishment with his princess? Especially when she’s been quite bratty that day or is bothering him while he’s trying to work

What about teasing him while on a work call?? 👀

Hi lovely nonnie!! Omg yes me toooo ❤️

So I have many many thots on this, so please buckle in because I just could not stop writing this 🥲😘 hope you like it gorgeous xxx

This is straight up filth so drink water and read on...

So for minor offences, daddy would take away toys, ban certain TV shows or a couple of spanks whilst you were clothed so they didn't hurt as much.

But you wanna know what he'd do if his princess is bratty, and that he takes very very seriously because his princess is supposed to be a good girl.

I think that if princess is being bratty it's because she wants attention, probably a specific kind of attention y'know? And if princess had asked for what she wanted, she would have got it, so you're gonna have to work for it now. And if you had called daddy with the intention of teasing him, then oh boy.

The first thing to do is stand in the corner, hands on your head and panties around your ankles. There would be a comment about how wet and sticky your underwear is, what a dirty girl you were, before being left there to think about your behaviour.

Being a secret exhibitionist this actually only serves to make you even more of a mess, but god forbid you complain or make a fuss.

I feel like if you did make a fuss or try and beg your way out of it, he would put a pretty gag in your mouth, saying "you had your chance to talk babygirl." He'll leave you for a good while, making sure your arms are burning and arousal running down your legs.

"Come here" you hear him say and you walk over, slightly wobbly and teary. You know it's not the end, but part of you really hopes it is.

You are guided to stand between his thighs and he doesn't say a word as he rubs his hand through the wetness, tutting as you gasp at his rough hands making a mess of you. He pulls off your clothes until you are naked in front of him, breathing heavy behind your gag.

He finally looks at you and pats his thigh. You whimper a little before climbing over his lap, shivering a little in anticipation. He smoothes his hands over your ass and thighs as he speaks to you.

"I don't know why you do this baby. I give you everything you want, yet you chose to be a silly little slut. You want your slutty little holes filled up? You want to be my little cumdump princess?" Your moan is muffled but he gets the desperation in your tone.

He lands a swat on your ass that makes you jump. "Well ok then babygirl, I'm gonna use your little holes and fill you up, but I'm not gonna treat you like a princess, I'm gonna treat you like the little fuckdoll you are..."

Your whining is cut off by his spanking. It's hard, it stings, it feels like it goes in forever. It also makes you incredibly wet, and he uses a free hand to tease you, unsatisfying touches to your pussy, making you tense before another spank.

Before long your ass is glowing, your face stained with tears and his jeans are soaked with your arousal. "Daddddyyy" you wail from behind your gag and he does eventually halt, rubbing a soothing hand over you.

"Ohh you feeling sorry now hmm?" He mocks and drags you until you are straddling him and he grips your wet cheeks in his hand, chuckling darkly as you grind down on him a little. "Maybe not feeling so sorry huh?" You cry out, and grab at him, desperately trying to show your regret. Surely he knows you well enough by now? You can be as sorry as anything but you're still gonna be horny for him.

He's gonna keep the theme of humiliation at the forefront of the rest of the evening. He'll fold you over and pile drive into you, making you watch your greedy cunt swallow his cock over and over. He'd find a way to make you squirt on yourself too, because he's nasty like that. He'll play with your ass too, spitting on it, mocking how well your tight hole opens up for him, what a perfect cocksleeve you make. When you tell him it stings he hushes you before switching back to your pussy, making your stomach bulge. You know better than to look away, but if you do, swift slaps cover your thighs until your eyes are locked back on his face or cock.

He'd be using that mouth as well, especially if he thought you were enjoying yourself too much. Plenty of choking, holding your nose shut, burying your face in his bulge. He wants to make a mess of you, so you better believe he's coming over your beautiful face.

"God baby, so fucking perfect ain't ya? Even when you act so naughty, you're still gonna be my perfect girl hmm?" He strokes your face, dipping a thumb into your mouth to give you a taste. You can only manage a hum of agreement, but he knows getting you to speak now would be an impossible feat.

Your eyes are glistening and fuzzy. Arms and legs have fallen open to him, letting him do as he pleases to make you feel every bit the naughty thing you are. You are slightly aware of soreness, here and there, but his touch is now so gentle and soothing that you don't worry about anything at all.

"On your knees baby" he mumbles in your ear and you scramble on unstable limbs to plant yourself back between his thighs, head resting on his knee as he fixes his gaze to you.

"Have you learnt your lesson now Princess?" He strokes a gentle hand through your sweaty hair, making your eyes flutter. He can see the cogs turning in your head as you try and remember what got you to this position in the first place. Your eyes widen, then fill with tears, hands grabbing at his chest.

"Yes daddy, promise, promise I'll be a good girl." You nuzzle his thigh and stroke his hair dusted stomach. He chuckles, pulling you up to sit on his lap, pressing kisses to your cheeks. Your hands grab his face and he kisses your palms, before letting you plant soft kisses over his face.

"Baby, do you know what you're sorry for?" He asks, a full laugh slipping past his lips as you giggle, running your fingers over his lips and beard. "Mmm not really sure daddy, but I don't think I'll ever do it again..." That makes you giggle even more as he growls and nips at your neck and chest.

You sit quietly for a moment, stroking his face as he brushes your hair squeezes your thighs. You seem to be a little fuzzy still, but happy and satisfied. "You did so well sweetie pie, I love you so much princess..." He mutters in your ear and you giggle and hide in his neck.

He lifts you up and carries you away into the bathroom for a thorough wash and recovery, surrounded by Daddy and bubbles. As you cling to him you whisper back, "Love you too Daddy"

[sebsxphia]

all that roommate!nat talk is making me think gay thots 💭🏳️‍🌈

You know that one picture of a girl straddling her girl friend while she does her eyeliner?? THAT'S SO NAT CODED I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT😭

Imagine getting ready together to go to a party or something, and you're helping her style her hair, painting her nails, doing facemasks together and such. you're walking around wearing only your underwear and a towel and Nat's trying to hide how warm her face feels from looking at your bare thighs for too long

She helps you zip your dress and then you ask her to do her eye look and eyebrows. And then you're a blushing mess trying to explain to her that it might be better if you're on top of her so you can do her eyeliner and she's like ... yeah, totally...👀🤚🏼

And it's just so full of sexual tension, how she doesn't know where to look when you're literally SAT on top of her with your faces so close. She keeps staring at your lips and occasionally dropping her gaze to your cleavage when you ask her to look down to apply eyeshadow. And she would get suddenly so self conscious on how the only thing separating you both from where you're connected is your stupid short dress and cute underwear.

And then you end up getting late to that party bc you ended up making out for too long🚶‍♀️

may or may not be based on real events..... don't mind me, just being a whore for this fictional woman <3

can I be🧃 anon pretty please? if this emoji is not taken yet!

you absolutely can my dear anon and i’m absolutely on board with the roommate nat talk!!!!!!! 😵‍💫

omg i loved this so much and reading this was making me swoon and making me hot and heavy under the collar! the tension would be un-deniable and i just wanna kiss her silly and stare at her cleavage all day, occasionally rubbing my face in them. motorboat natasha 2023!

eeeek thank you so much for this incredible thot my dear anon! 💌

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 01/14/2024

Hey Nerdie! Posting kind late tonight?

Yeah, I worked this weekend. Not bad as far as weekends go.

That’s good. Anything new?

Making a list of Pedro and Oscar shows and movies I wanna watch while I’m off for the next few days.

Going to see a movie with my Mom Tuesday. Also she wants to come over my house to watch “The Grey Man” because it has Regé-Jean Page in it. The more stuff I watch with my mom, the more is becomes apparent that I get my fangirling honestly. 🤔 Interesting. She would never say she is, but I know. Anytime they almost call security on you at a convention, you’re fangirling too hard.

You still have that pickle…can you get rid of it?

That gherkin has grown on me, but I may find something else. 👀

I mean…but what….should we not complain about the pickle then?

Complain about what you want doesn’t mean I’m going to change it. 😎 Or maybe I will. 🤗

Oh dear…I don’t like the glint in your eye. You write anything this week?

I put out two fics this week. One was angsty and sad? I think. 🤔 Not really sure how to describe it but I like it. It’s my first Santiago Garcia fic. Titled “Canto para mí mismo / I sing for myself.” Grief and PTSD. Not heavy at all. It will be a 4 part series.

Then I followed that up with Marcus Pike smut. I wanted to add to the Pike Pool. I had thots about Marcus and “She’s Under the Weather” was written.

I also gave two dissertations on Oscar Isaac’s facial hair and what’s the best date a PP character could surprise you with? @rhoorl and @i-own-loki game me much to think about and to write. 🤣

I’m finishing up a challenge. I may be able to finish it on time. 👀 It’s just going to smell like old pita bread and metal. Like I didn’t know what else to do with the material! The time period is messing me up. 😑

I thought of a short series for Marcus from a movie tag game I think. The thots were thotting with @magpiepills and @maggiemayhemnj so when we have an angsty sexy menace of a Marcus Pike, see these two for your concerns. 🫣

I also fell into whatever Trash Panda pillow fort Dieter has made. I’m working on chapter 4 of “Weddings 101 Dieter.” I had some notes from some comment I made about Dieter doing a solo activity that has now blossomed into smut to the music of Donna Summer. Because if you’re gonna do it, make it disco 🪩 Lastly, working on my Bubble AU where Dieter picks OFC to bunk with him to help him sleep. That’s not going to turn into anything is it? Maybe sweet, maybe manipulative, maybe smut, maybe silly 😝

I think just for @mysterious-moonstruck-musings I’ll include a pomelo in one of my future fics. Might be in the Javier Peña one we talked about or a different one. 😘 We also mentioned another project idea with different food:

A plantain as a prop would be hilarious with the line randomly chosen, “I thought everyone knew how to use one of those, you don’t?” 🤣🤣🤣

The comments and tags are where the comedy gold is. 😂😂😂 I think we also mentioned a family gathering 😂

Good grief Nerdie….should we even ask if there’s anything else?

Still working on school. Took a break from the Statistics class was frustrating me very much. Instead working through a scholarship and leadership class. 😒 I might be useful one day, but likely not.

Have a great week everyone and stay warm!

Love Nerdie! ❤️🪩