#bare derriere

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

of seas and torment

a regency au—

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader feat. younger brother!percy

warnings: a bit suggestive in the beginning, also defo unfinished because this is just a blurb i don't actually plan on writing a proper one shot with 😭 do with this what you will, i suppose 😋

to vex a viscount (of seas and torment entry), make do (of seas and torment entry)

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"do you honestly think," luke says through gritted teeth. the fire blazes behind him casting a warm glow through his eyes, strong enough to rival the heat of his ire. "that there is a place on this earth you can run to far enough to free me from this torment?"

you glare into his eyes. you see a flash of desire shine through them. you feel your knees weaken, your hands immediately clutching at the desk behind you. "lord castellan—"

he leans in closer, your noses touching. the distance between your lips is agonizingly magnetic. you wish to press yours against him, to finally give fruition to the images that plague your mind before you sleep.

"no," he shakes his head. he doesn't move away. his fingers brush against the expanse of your neck, thumb pressing lightly into the pulse beneath your jaw. "you could swim yourself ragged into the depths of the sea or even hide amidst the pillars of olympus, but i will never be free."

you shiver against his touch. he moves himself into the open space between your parted legs. his other hand traces your thighs, lingers on your hips, then squeezes your waist.

"marry me, hm?" he asks. he finally pushes his lips against yours, wanting and greedy with lust. luke moves his hands down to your knees, rubbing soothing lines into them. you gasp when he pushes his palms up to your derriere; he takes the opportunity to slot his tongue into your mouth. "marry me and bring me peace."

"alright." you respond, completely dazed from a lack of air but indescribably needing more of him.

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"i shall defend your honor!" percy declares, wrenching a sword from one of the rather gaudy display cases in your father's study.

"you are barely six and ten years of age!" you yell as you rush after him, breathless. his gait is far quicker than yours. "you will do no such thing!"

he's out of the door before you reach him, his linen shirt billowing in the wind as it pounds against the rocky shores. you glance down the cliff of the estate and see the chaos of the sea below. you pale at the sight.

"i am the lord of the house!" he yells back, pausing in his steps for a moment to turn to you. he raises the sword into the air as if to prove his point. "no man shall disrespect my sister!"

the soles of your shoe dig into the mud, the heels simultaneously sticky and slippery. you lift your skirts still, even if they are soiled. percy begins to move again when you approach closer. at least one of you had the forethought to put on proper footwear.

you groan in irritation. "he did not disrespect me! we are betrothed!"

"he kissed you before your engagement!" he turns to you again. even through the distance, you could hear his voice crack. "return home, sister! it is improper for him to see you like this!"

"i will not return unless you come with me!" you screech over the temperamental weather. you stomp your foot on the ground, even if it doesn't come off as impactful as it should have. "perseus!"

"do you see how the tides have turned?" he asks when he reaches the gate. you're a few metres behind him. "clearly, father agrees with me!"

"you're being irrational!" the ground rattles before a wave of saltwater hits you. you're unscathed, of course— you could not say the same for your hair.

"ha! see?!" he proclaims triumphantly before pushing the gate open, locking the gate. he plays with the keys and dangles it mockingly in front of you.

"you're going to lose that!" you grasp the silver metal bars, attempting to free the hinge. percy shakes his head.

"all the better," he grins. "that means you can never leave! the castellan boy shall never see you again. that is his payment for his offense."

"fool!" you huff. "losing the key means you can't get in."

"yes but unlike that little heathen," he curls his mouth in distaste, "i can swim."

"yes, but he can fly!" you exclaim as he begins to pick up his pace and walk away once more. he waves his hand to dismiss your qualms before disappearing into the thick of trees that led to town.

[sapphic-gardn]

come clean

modern au!ellie williams x afab!reader

summary: ellie makes you clean up the mess you made on her strap.

warnings (18+ mdni): smut, swearing, pet names (princess, angel, baby), strap usage (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), a little overstimulation, one (1) ass slap, cum eating, strap sucking (ellie!receiving), no specific descriptions of reader’s appearance, i think that’s all but let me know if i missed something!

word count: 0.8k

a/n: this idea struck me while i was tipsy and extremely Horny. thank you for the love on i will. thank you for the likes, comments & reblogs—you guys make my heart explode. i love you.

“Ngh–fuck! ‘M g-gonna come– jus’ like that, Els, pleaseplease–”

The front of your body is pressed against the pale oak surface of your dresser. Ellie’s hands rest on the curve of your ass, pulling the meat taut, enamored by the debauched image of her cock riving you open. Her palm comes down with a smack on the soft integument of your derriere, the sting of the impact shoots to your core.

“Oh my god, baby— so wet..takin’ me so well,” Ellie gawks at the sight of your pussy weeping on her cock. The shaft slipping in and out so fluidly, the white ring of your cum forming at the base. She throws her head back, brows furrowed, mindlessly pounding into you. The kickback of the strap grinds against her puffy clit each time her hips meet your ass, the recoil encouraging her to go faster, harder.

“Come all over my cock, baby– fuuuck,” Ellie rasps, barely audible, her high approaching quickly. Her movements turn erratic, desperate to see you unravel for her. Her grip finds purchase on your plush hips, white knuckling the flesh, sure to leave tender bruises under their press.

The white hot sensation grows in your lower belly, traveling quickly to your peripheries.

“E-Els– fuck! I’m co-coming–” Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you, a white haze clouds your vision. Your chest squeezes the air out of your lungs, choking on inaudible moans. Your pussy clenches around Ellie’s girth, squeezing, milking her cock as if it were real.

Grunts and groans slip past Ellie’s lips as she works towards her own release. Her thrusts become sloppy, harsh, quick, as she chases her high.

A whimper escapes Ellie, “ohmygod— ‘m coming oh fuuuck!” With one last thrust, Ellie stills inside of you. Her body folds over, sweaty skin meeting your own, feeling each gasp and convulsion that accompanies her orgasm.

Hot breath fans over the back of your neck, followed by gentle kisses that lead down, down.

Ellie slips out of you, falling to her knees, legs still shaking. You feel her presence at your core, “Els— too much, ‘s too much,” you plead with her.

“Gotta clean you up, princess.” As soon as the words leave her, she is diving into your folds, eating you from the back. Suckling the tangy nectar, moaning into you as she does so. The pressure of her tongue laps against your sensitive bud, you try to pull away but her hold is unforgiving, inescapable.

“Taste so good, baby, can’t let it go to waste.” Ellie pulls away, you peer over your shoulder, admiring the drunken expression painting her face. Your slick covers her chin, lips, nose…glistening against the rays of sunlight beaming through the window. Ellie looks god-like, heaven sent in this moment, freckled skin gleaming in sweat beads, half lidded eyes that look back at you, consumed by adoration.

Ellie stands, she lightly taps your ass, “On your knees, angel.”

You obey, slowly lowering yourself onto the hardwood, gazing up at Ellie, waiting for a command.

“Suck it.” Ellie pushes out her hips, still strap clad.

“Wha-”

“I said, suck it. Taste yourself on my cock, baby.” A sly smile tugs at her lips, “Clean up your mess.”

Ellie knows it isn’t real. She knows the purple appendage attached to the harness on her hips is merely silicone. But, fuck, it feels real when you swirl your tongue around the tip, gripping the base with your nimble fingers.

You flatten your tongue, licking from base to tip, gathering your own release onto your tastebuds. Wetness pools at your core, the sight of Ellie towering over you while you suck her silicone cock is erotic, hot. Especially when she moans and throws her head back as if she can feel your tongue gliding over the veins and ridges.

You take her deeper, fully into your mouth. The tip prods at the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, “Fuck— you look so pretty when you choke on my dick, baby.”

Tears fall down your cheeks, you gaze up at Ellie through damp lashes, mouth full of her cock. Her chest heaves, her eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by the lewd image, trying to burn it into her memory.

The resistance of your throat is too much, the kickback overstimulating her swollen clit, “O-Okay, baby…too much.” Ellie cradles your face as she pulls out of your throat. She notes the look of contentment on your face, pure bliss. She extends her hand, “Let’s actually get cleaned up now, yeah?”

She pulls you into her, leading your wobbly legs and sore knees to the shower.

-end-

a/n: sorry this was a suck ass ending. idk how to end fics. also this is my first ellie smut so be nice thank you 🙏🏼 i hope you enjoyed it yay!! -jen <3

[msbigredmachine]

3 Sluts (Jey Uso)

Jey got two of 'em spittin’ on that thang… 😈💦

Pairings: OC/Jey Uso/OC

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: Threesome, SMUT

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs.

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His dark eyes, hazy, fixated and awestruck; his long fingers quivering on the back of her head. The cool outdoor breeze wafted over his saliva-slick length each time it escaped the warmth of her mouth, making him tremble in his spot on the large patio chair overlooking the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. 

“Mmm…yeah, baby, I like that,” he drawled, watching her lather up her spit all over his dick with her hand before slipping him back in her mouth. He felt his body deflate with a low, satisfied moan as she sucked him thoroughly, her acrylic nails scraping his turgid flesh as they worked in rhythm with her warm, tight throat. Main Event Jey Uso was in Paradise, in more ways than one.

“Yeah, Lolo, get that shit.”

The familiar sultry voice prompted Jey to look up, his stare softening from lust to love as his girlfriend, Iris, stepped through the sliding glass door onto the balcony. Wearing a yellow string bikini that complimented her curvy body and brown skin, it was a welcome switch from the seriousness of the power suits she donned at work. Said power also allowed her to whisk him away to the sun-kissed climates of Mykonos on a private jet for some well deserved time off, much of which included getting tag-teamed by her and her best friend London. 

Dating the heiress to the world’s most valuable Black-owned sportswear company granted Jey access to many precipices of pleasure around the world, such as the palatial villa the threesome were currently isolated in and had christened multiple times in just a few days. To have two of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on sharing their bodies with him on the regular was quite the experience, and he loved every second. There was never a dull moment with his fun, sexy freak of a girlfriend and her even bigger freak of a BFF.

“Hey baby,” he greeted her, rolling the breakfast trolley aside so she could squeeze into the chair with him. “That sleep was good, huh? It’s nine in the morning.”

“Y’all can’t blame me, you two knocked me out last night. Woulda slept some more if it wasn’t for all the moaning and cheek-clapping going on here,” she laughed. “The windows are open so I can hear everything.” She bent low to accept his kiss and lovingly stroked London’s hair, smirking at the look of complete bliss on her man’s face thanks to her best friend's magic mouth. “She’s good, ain’t she,” she asked.

London released Jey’s dick long enough to brag, “I ain’t just ‘good’, I’m the fuckin’ best.”

“Um, not as good as me, bitch,” Iris argued playfully, eyeing up her boyfriend through her long lashes as she guided his face back to hers, “Ain’t that right, Daddy?”

Her kisses were the cure for every ailment, Jey had since acknowledged, as he kneaded the soft, plump flesh of her derriere, moaning into her mouth as her tongue circled sensually around his own. At the same time, he felt his dick slide deeper down London’s throat, short-circuiting his senses momentarily. Iris giggled and decided to ease up on him, grabbing the can of whipped cream off the breakfast tray. Spraying a generous amount on a large strawberry, she held it to Jey’s parted lips for a bite. He chewed on it with a happy sigh, making her smile. It was nice to see him relaxed after working so hard for so many months.

“Mmm. Tastes perfect, just like yo sexy ass,” Jey praised, gifting her with a smack on her backside, “Give some to Lo, too,” he instructed.

Iris did as she was told and fed London with another strawberry. London sat up and took a sloppy bite, causing the juice to trickle down her chin, past the column of her neck and between her bare breasts. “Ooh, I made a mess,” she commented, licking her lips and eyeing up her friend with a sly, dark expression. “Help me clean it off, babe?” 

Iris looked at her with a wicked grin of her own before leaning over Jey’s prone body to lap up the sweet juice that had dripped down London’s chin. London’s giggles dissolved to soft sighs as Iris used her tongue to trail the rivulet all the way down to the middle of her breasts, angling her head to suck her pierced nipple into her mouth. With a throaty moan, London sat up straighter, cupping Iris’s face and pulling her in for a kiss. 

Wrestling fans have described a lot of his recent content as cinema, but to Jey, nothing he did could ever compare to the visual of hot, sexy women making out. It was a joy to watch the two centers of his universe indulge in each other. London moaned with every sweep of Iris’ tongue inside her mouth, his sexy girlfriend taking charge like she always did. Her grip on London’s chin was firm as their kiss deepened and got hotter. When it became too hot and he started to feel left out, he cleared his throat to recapture their attention, prompting the women to pull apart and giggle mischievously.

“Looks like Daddy’s missing us,” London commented, coming closer to press her lips to Jey’s, sharing the joint tastes of strawberry and Iris with him.

“Mm-hmm, sure looks like it,” Iris agreed, sharing a devilish smile with her bestie. “Let’s give him what he wants, shall we?”

Iris slithered down her boyfriend’s muscled body and settled on top of London, the can of whipped cream in her grasp. With her breasts pressed against London’s back, Iris drizzled some whipped cream all over Jey’s dick, from tip to ballsac, smiling when he hissed from the cold dessert against the sensitivity of his groin. London was going in on his balls while Iris wrapped her tongue around his tip, teasing for a few seconds before taking him fully into her mouth. The pleasure was quick to engulf him, his body hypnotized by their warm, eager mouths. He glanced down at his two girls, one on top of the other, his lips parted slightly in a sex-induced stupor as they feasted on his dick and his balls; it was hard to determine whose ministrations he was enjoying more. 

“Fuck,” Jey whispered, his body melting into the chair, his hand coming up to cover his eyes. Head from London was already mind-blowing enough, but adding Iris to the mix took it to another stratosphere. His dick had not known peace since they touched down on the island, buried in either one of his girls’ holes at any given time. Not that he was complaining, not at all. He could feel the slow strokes of Iris’ thick lips up and down his dick, marking every inch of his sensitive flesh like a skilled painter working her canvas. Meanwhile, London’s mouth was stuffed with his balls. Her free hand was underneath him squeezing his ass, adding a new layer of sensation that caught him off guard enough to buck his hips suddenly, pushing himself deeper down Iris’ throat which made her gag a little. But she was never one to back down, coming up for air for a split second before going back in. His deep voice rattled with pleasure as he gripped her hair, desperately holding on as he lost himself to the wetness of their mouths and their sensual moans and sexy slobbers, intensifying the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach. 

Handing the reins back to London, Iris returned to Jey’s side and caressed his sun-bronzed abs, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head with a smirk. He was getting closer, she could tell from his breaths, shallow and erratic, his handsome features scrunched in painful pleasure as she and London drove him crazy. 

“Unnh, I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” he groaned, moaning again when Iris nibbled on the side of his neck, pinching with her teeth.

“Mmm, look at me, Daddy, you look so fuckin’ hot when you’re about to nut,” she cooed, rubbing her hand up and down his tattooed torso as he managed to drag his gaze to hers. She leaned down and kissed him, using her tongue to play with his mouth. In her peripheral vision she could see London cranking it up, her head and hands rotating ominously around his dick. “You gon’ fill up her mouth with your cum, baby? Cuz she’s been such a good little slut for you?”

Too wound up to speak, he could only nod his head with wide, glazed-over eyes. Iris plucked his nipple between her fingers, stimulating him some more. Her mouth and tongue loved all over the side of his throat, combining lethally with London’s deep throat soon plummeting him into that familiar abyss of ecstasy. 

“Oh shit, shit, fuck!” Jey moaned, tossing his head back as the powerful orgasm crashed over him. His entire body jerked as his cum shot out and landed all over London’s chin and lips. The more she jerked him off, the harder he came in mesmerizing waves. The creamy, white nut covered his dick and trickled down to his balls and London left none of it behind. He struggled to gather his breath, exhaling shakily as she ran her tongue all over his still-sensitive length with a sultry giggle.

“Good boy,” Iris praised him, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his temple.

“Damn, y’all gon’ be the death of me,” Jey breathed, staring up adoringly at his girlfriend.

After London had licked him clean, she stood up and adjusted her bikini top. “Well, this was fun. But it’s gettin’ kinda hot. Wanna take the party inside?”

“You sure?” Iris asked, as London rounded the chair, kissed both her lovers on the mouth and helped them to their feet. “Yeah. We not doin' nothin' all day,” she reminded them, “I don’t mind just layin’ back and watching y’all. You two are so hot together.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” said Jey, throwing one arm around Iris and the other around London as they stepped back inside the villa. “When we get upstairs, gimme ten minutes to recharge. Then Lolo, you gon sit’ on my face. Baby, you ridin’ my dick. I wanna see that ass bounce on me…”

THE END

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Random drabble, I know, lol. Thoughts?

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[mellowsadistic]

“Seriously, Daddy? I have to wear this shirt?”

“It suits you, baby," Juliana's boyfriend told her, glancing up from his work and looking her over briefly. "It makes you look sexy.”

Juliana blushed, angry at herself for the pleasant fluttering she felt in her tummy. “It makes me look ridiculous!” she insisted. “And I do not love diapers!”

But her boyfriend was totally focused on his laptop again and she wasn’t even sure he’d heard her. She huffed angrily and looked around for the rest of her clothes. Daddy always laid them out for her in the mornings.

She frowned when she saw the short shorts he’d chosen for her. There was no way they'd fit over her nappy! “Um… Daddy? I think you’ve made a mistake.”

“Oh?”

“These are my old shorts,” she said.

“I know, sweet-cheeks," he said, not looking up from his laptop. "I always liked the way you looked in them.”

“But… but... but Daddy, they don’t fit anymore, remember? They won’t cover my… my…” She felt her stomach drop when she realised he knew exactly how the shorts would look on her. “Daddy, no!”

“It doesn’t matter if they don’t hide your diaper, baby girl," he said, typing a final few words on his laptop with a flourish before shutting the lid. He turned to smile at her. "What matters is you look pretty as a princess for me.”

"I'd look much prettier in panties," Juliana suggested, but it was a half-hearted effort. She knew he'd never let her wear big girl underwear again. They'd had too many fights in the days before he'd started her on diaper discipline, and even she had to admit their relationship was much more stable now, and happier too... she only wished it hadn't come at the price of her potty privileges. Nappies were yuck!

"I don't think so, darling," her boyfriend said gently, getting up and walking over to stand above her. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. "I think your perky little butt looks hot in diapers. I know you don't like them, but that makes it even more special that you wear them for me. I'm so proud of you for giving up the potty, baby."

Juliana fought the happy smile tugging at her lips. That shouldn't make her pleased. He was praising her for going to the bathroom in her own pants for God's sake! What was the matter with her?!

He bent down and kissed her on the forehead, and Juliana shut her eyes, revelling in his love and approval. “Shorts on now, diaper-butt,” he ordered, straightening up again, and Juliana jumped to obey.

The shorts went up her legs easily enough, but after that they were a problem. She had to tug hard, jumping up and down on the spot to try and squeeze her thickly diapered derriere into them. Eventually she managed to stuff her padded bum inside, stretching the denim fabric as taut as it would go, but she couldn’t get the zip to do up even an inch, leaving much of her nappy still exposed - and that wasn’t even factoring in the obvious diaper bulge or the plastic waistband sticking a full two inches out of the top. Juliana pouted. She was going to look so stupid sitting around the house like this all day.

“Good girl,” her boyfriend cooed, putting the shy smile back on her face. “Shoes on next, baby."

Juliana’s smile vanished at once. Why?” she asked. Surely he didn't mean...

He chuckled. “Why do you think, silly girl? We’re going out.”

“No!” she said at once. This was going too far! “No way! I’m not going out like this!”

"Little girl...” her boyfriend said warningly. “Calm down and do as you’re told.”

“No I will not calm down and do as I’m told!” Juliana shouted. All the warm contentment she'd felt had gone in an instant. “I’m not going to be seen in public like this!“

“Sweetheart, diaper discipline is a lot more common nowadays. Chances are you won't be the only girl in town wearing baby pants today."

"I don't care! I'm not doing it!"

"That's enough, Juliana," Daddy said, raising his voice. "You behave yourself or you'll be getting a bare bottom spanking before we go out!"

Juliana hesitated for half a second, but then she stomped her foot in indignation. She didn't have to put up with this! She wasn't a child, and he wasn't her Daddy! "No!" she shouted, with as much determination as she could.

For a moment, her boyfriend just looked at her. Then he took a seat on the bed. There was a hard look on his face. “Here,” he said, pointing at the floor in front of him.

Juliana didn't move.

"Come here."

She swallowed. Her body was trembling. "I said n-"

“Right now, little girl!”

Juliana wet herself. She could feel the warmth spreading through her nappy as her bladder emptied itself in fear. Her hands moved, almost on instinct, to her bottom. She'd pushed him too far. She started to walk automatically towards him. She hadn't even finished peeing yet; wee-wee was still streaming into the thirsty padding between her legs as she toddled over to where her boyfriend sat. She was the one standing above him now, but she didn’t feel powerful at all.

"Shorts down," he instructed.

She did as she was told. It was easier to get them off than on, and with a quick tug, they were sliding down her legs.

Daddy probed the front of her nappy with his fingers, pressing the piss-soaked padding against her sex and making her wrinkle her nose in disgust. "You've peed yourself," he said.

"Yes Daddy..."

"But your diaper's not going to leak yet. You can wear this again when we're done." He ripped open the tapes on one side, then the other, and her sodden nappy fell heavily into her shorts with a wet thump.

Juliana's bottom lip wobbled. “Daddy,” she said, so quietly she could barely hear herself. “Please…”

But he just stared at her with that hard look in his eyes, and pointed to his lap.

“I’ll be a good girl,” she whispered. “I promise.”

“I know you will,” he said calmly. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

She started to cry. "I'm sorry!" she wailed.

"I'm sure you are, baby," said her Daddy, guiding her over his lap with her bare bum facing up, "and a sore, red bottom is going to help you remember that sorriness."

It did. Fifteen minutes later, Juliana was bawling her eyes out over his knees, kicking her legs and shrieking, her blazing red bottom jiggling with every smack. "DOBBIT DADDY!" she sobbed, her words barely audible through her tears. "P'EASE! I BE A GOO' GIWL!"

"Are you going to wear what I tell you to wear without any fussing?"

"YES, DADDY!"

"Are you going to throw anymore tantrums about going out in public?"

"NO, DADDY! I P'OMISE!"

And then it was over. In a few moments, Juliana was flipped around, and she was being cuddled in her boyfriend's arms, getting her aching bum-cheeks caressed with tender fingers. "That's my good girl," her Daddy crooned. "That's my little angel. We'll go out and do a little bit of shopping together once I've got you dressed again, okay? I want to get some new shirts, and you need more diapers." He kissed away a tear on her cheek. “Then we’ll get ice cream. How does that sound?”

Juliana hiccupped. “Can I put it on my bottom to cool it down?”

Her Daddy laughed. “No baby, ice cream is for eating. But I’ll put something soothing on your bum when we get home, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back enthusiastically, desperately. Her hands reached for his belt, but he laughed again and brushed them gently aside. “That will have to wait until after we get back too, baby."

She made an indistinct fussy noise. She felt so needy. She didn’t want to wait that long... But Daddy was sure to get even more turned on by the sight of her walking around town with her nappy showing. Maybe she could convince him to change her in a public toilet, and while they were there...

After a bit more cuddling, she allowed him to tape her back into her soggy nappy and pull her shorts over them once again. Despite the public humiliation she knew she was about to endure, despite the throbbing pain in her buttocks and the feeling of pee sloshing about in her pants, she smiled as he took her by the hand and led her out the front door. She loved her Daddy so, so much.

[moirindeclermont]

It's here! It's kinktober time and before diving in, let me tell you a bit about how it works: I have two prompts for each day, and whenever possible I'll try to include both (if not, just one is fine). Today prompts are Bondage and role reversal.

So... as always I hope you do enjoy it.

Ropes found their way into their marriage pretty soon. It was something they both enjoyed and craved... That space in which nothing was important, and they could just let it go. Truth to be told, usually the role of rigger was upon him. Pen had lived a life always in control of everything and he enjoyed immensely to be able to lift her load for just one moment.

But... Sometimes they did switch.

That was why he was naked, in their bed. The pattern Pen used was all around his chest, framing his body in a beautiful way (and he could say that because he could see himself in the mirror). His cock was framed by the ropes going around his navel, standing proud as the little minx that was his wife was currently finishing to tie him up.

He didn't know what she was planning. As the last knot was made and she stood back, watching him. He felt lighter, as always when he was the one in ropes.

"How are you?" Asked her, tilting his chin up as he did so many times.

"Good. Safe." He answered and it was true.

"You're such a good husband, letting me do this," she said, passing her nails through his hair, making him shiver all over. He knew his face was showing all the adoration he felt for her and he didn't care.

Pen kissed him, long and deep.

"I'm going to undress now," she whispers in his ear.

"And then I'm going to touch myself and use you to make myself come. If you manage to resist, I'll reward you by making you finish on my boobs."

Colin was already whining. She was a temptress, using all the knowledge of those first months of marriage to torture him.

"If you need to get out of the ropes, what's the word?"

"Plant," he answered promptly, a dopey smile on his face as she smiled to him.

She turned her back on him, facing the mirror, before unlace the knot that was keeping her robe together. Bloody hell, she wasn't naked yet and Colin could barely think straight. Pen let the robe fall down slowly, watching him watching her through the mirror, revealing a dark chemise that did nothing but hugging her curves in the best way possible. Her legs still had the stocking on, the same dark color as the chemise.

Next she grabbed her tits, rolling her nipples with her fingers, making herself moan. Colin moaned back in response. She smiled at him, before taking the hem of the chemise and pulling it up and up and up, so carefully slow. He wanted to push back against the rope and help her but he could not fight. The struggle was eating him alive.

She was naked now, saving for the stocking.

Bloody hell, he was not going to survive this. She got up, using the settee that she moved a bit far away from the bed as a prop to lift her leg to remove her stocking. When she bend, Colin could see her core, already wet, and he actually whimper, seeing her hands in the mirror accompany down the stocking as he could see her derriere and something else too when she was all bent. She repeat the same with the other stocking, Colin already a mess on the bed.

Then, she turned again, getting on the bed again. She put herself on the other end of the bed, on her back supported by her arms, while she spread her legs as an invite. She started with touching her inner thighs, her stomach, avoiding all he parts he do desperately want to touch.

"I was wondering, husband... Should I let you eat me?" She asked and he was already nodding, ready to meet her halfway.

"Always do eager to please, like a proper good husband," she added as her fingers found her folds.

"I don't think I need you to eat me, I'm soaked just by looking at you, so pretty," he whines at that, as he tries to stay in place.

"Oh, I know you love to do it. And you do it so well... Perhaps later" she added, touching her pearl and throwing back her head as a wave of pleasure hit her.

"Get down husband, I want to ride you." She commanded, his back going down on the mattress without him even aware he was following her orders.

A moment after, Pen was over him, taking himself and sliding into her as naturally as breathing. Colin had the most beautiful view in the world. His wife, bouncing on him, chasing her own pleasure. He was being used, and it felt glorious. She was touching herself, playing with her nipples and pearl, as she bounced and Colin felt the edge of his release coming. Not now. He had to wait.

Pen was shortly on her edge too.

"Colin, thrust into me," she moaned, breathless.

He didn't have to make her repeat twice. Since he could not use his hands, he could only use his hips and legs, driving into her faster as she trembled above him, her release loud and wild as she was.

He had to bite his lips to avoid his own, as she was clenching around him.

She collapsed above him, praising him.

"Such a good boy," making him preen with pride.

She lie down next to him for a moment, before going on her knees again.

"Do you want your reward?"

Colin could only nod.

She took him in her mouth for a minute, their essences mixed together a crazy elisir for both of them, and then she pushed his dick in between her boobs.

"Now, Colin. Come!" She ordered and it was like his own peen didn't even belong to him. He almost blackout as she took everything he could give her.

He stood silent, as she cleaned herself before starting to work on his ropes, a content smile on his lips as he floated in his mind, as it always happened when he was in this state. Pen checked his muscles where not cramped and throw a blanket around them as she gave him some water and sweets. He was so out that Pen had to aid him but it didn't matter.

"I love you Colin," she said simply, as she also took a bit of sweet and water, "you're the best husband."

He stayed like that, cuddled around her, as reality slowly set in again.

"I love you too Pen. Thank you for this," he whispered on her lips, before going back to cuddle.

It was a magical thing, be able to be this trusted and safe with someone. Something he would never take for granted, that's for sure. And he knew it was the same for her. They were roped, not physically perhaps (not always) but their hearts... He knew they were bounded together.

[wild-chapstick-flavors]

Diego Sans - Cazden Hunter

[tmwcs]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER EIGHT

Warnings: uh...yeah....threesome. two stepbrothers (twins) fucking reader (y/n). Theres also breeding kinks, unprotected sex, some eskimo brother type shit (if you know what that means...you know.) but yeah..this is pretty much straight filth. which means next chapter (which is actually almost done and will probably be posted tomorrow) but lets just say this is the ....or one of the nastiest chapters in the series. MDNI18+

This chapter isnt too long but dont worry bc next one will be.

The words barely processed in your head as you felt your body being lifted off the couch. You breasts makes contact with Heeseung’s broad chest. With his hands swooping over your thighs and underneath, carrying you as Heejeong provides support by gripping your waist from behind, you subtly whimper out as you felt hands roaming all over your body, leaving no inch of you untouched. Heeseung’s lips gracefully leaves wet trails all over your front, while Heejoeng covers your back, mercilessly drowning you with an ocean of their saliva marking you. Pushing your lower back, causing your chest to lean forward inward towards Heeseung, Heejeong enhances your form as you bring’s your hips back, causing your rear to press up against his groin.

Heeseung leans back against the wall, leaving endless kisses on your throat and chin, all the while his hand glides below to unleash the monstrous form of his length to peek out from his jeans. Without breaking contact with your skin, he uses his tongue to draw out motions of circles and other patterns as he tastes you. Rubbing the tip in between your swollen folds, he releases a delightful groan into the nook of your neck. Forced to absorb the vibrations of his tone, your body trembles upon feeling the metronome of his voice shaking against you. Feeling at how moist and ready you seemed to be, considering Heejoeng’s earlier discretion in administering foreplay, Heeseung was unable to contain himself as he rushes to breach your walls.

“I promise, next time we’ll play around baby. For now, let me get it in….just this time. I need you….so bad…..fuck.” he breathes out into your ear while he rubs the nub of his tip back and forth, collecting the heated glaze of your body’s natural moisture emitting from your womanhood. The more he rubbed, the more wet you got, and so did his tip. Slipping inside, without any friction to hinder his entry, his throbbing length slides in nicely. With the natural lubricant from Heejeong's earlier performance, Heeseung's thick muscle became polished by his brother's load, along with your natural made spirits all mixed in together. Combining it with his own, you felt the slick and squelching clear substance, while being thrusted in and out of you at high momentum, become thick and ropy. It developed into a creamy, white consistency, and started to adhere to the skin right outside your entry and your inner thighs. The more he thrusted, the more viscid it became as glob of it ringed around the base of Heeseung's member.

Thrusting, pumping, and pushing, he reaches high into cavity, tearing walls, splitting flesh, and pulsates deep inside as he shoves himself deeper...and deeper. The pain could hardly be felt as the overwhelming sense of delectation hits the vitals of your gut and chest with a pounding notion. You felt as high as a kite, and invigorating. Each time he thrusted upwards and into you, you loss your breath through panting moans, all the while succumbing to the immense sensuality of the needlelike tingles that tapped your core, causing your body temperature to rise and your body to create more fluids, allowing him dig in faster, easier, deeper, and harder.

Cradling you as he grabs hold of your derriere, he pulls you in closer, holds you, and steadies you as he pumps upwards inside. The tip of his nose is leveled with the center of your throat, which he delightfully takes the opportunity to place tender pecks as he tilts his head to graze your neck with the taps of his lips. He breathes hard, and gasps his groans out in sync with your heaving moans. Your hands rest on his shoulders, grabbing hold of the black fitted t-shirt he adorned on his broad muscles as your body bounces up each time he propels inside. Swinging up, and pulled down, all in a repeated cycle, your body adheres to the pace as your breasts bounces vigorously, enhancing his instincts to go even faster, as the innate sensation and desire to breed with you takes altitude, stirring the emotions and lusts of his male anatomy to accomplish that deep desire.

He went on....and on...until finally.....

"ah fuck...." he groans into your neck, his hands squeeze and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your cheeks as he pulls you down and holds you still, shoving his member deep as he releases. The oozing of his seed swims inside you as he keeps unloading every single bit of his future generation, loving the thought of them finding their way around in the deepest parts of you, traveling towards the one bit that would seal your fate with him and his brother. Despite your birth control methods, which he and Heejeong very well knew about, it did not deter away from their fantasy in creating children with you. Gritting his teeth and pressing those shiny pearly whites against your skin as he clenches his jaw shut from the immense sense of pleasure, he jerks upwards into you a few times to ensure that every single drop was emptied, before slowly pulling out and welcoming the cool air to greet the skin of his shaft. You felt yourself closing....just up until Heejeong grips your hips from behind and shoves his face into the back of your head. Inhaling the scent of your hair, he breathes in deeply as he breaches your entry. Just like Heeseung, he was smooth, thick, and rather long. Stroking with his own hand, he pumps up his member and gets the blood flowing as he rests the tip just in between your two folds.

Heeseung felt a bit weak in the knees, yet the moment he heard your soft whimpers echoing out of your pretty pursed lips from Heejeong's actions, Heeseung felt himself revitalized rather quick, and supported your weight in order for his brother to do his bidding.

Grabbing your arms, pinning them to your sides, he forces you to lean into him, causing your rear to extend outward, pressing tightly against Heejeong's groin. Kissing your hips, Heeseung provides a delightful distraction as he holds you steady, and Heejeong, without a moments notice, begins to enter. Feeling yourself stretching open once more, Heejeong slowly slides in, filling you up as the base of his cock grows thicker until finally, your taint makes contact with the flat surface of his pelvis, and he's all the way in. Moaning into Heeseung's mouth, you feel his grip tighten around your arms, as he holds you closer against his chest. With Heejeong's fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, he slowly pulls out, just until the layering fold of his tip reaches the end. At that moment, he slams right back in, causing you to jolt upward and in to Heeseung's deep kiss. One hard thrust, and that was all it took for Heejeong to go at a pace that rivaled Heeseung's.

Faster, deep, and hard, Heejeong's shaft becomes enveloped by the overwhelming warmth and softness of your walls. Groaning into the back of your head, his hands shift upwards and holds onto your waist, as he gains a solid grasp that allowed him to go in even deeper than before. Unable to take being silenced by Heeseung's oral performance, you break free as you gasp for air and your moans propel out, shouting into the wide open air as you whimper for mercy, while at the same time you whine for more.

"Ugh! Oh God! Fuck! oh my God please!!" you gasped out, unable to finish or formulate a clear sentence as your body rigorously bounces up and in towards Heeseung, as the elder brother relentlessly taps in from behind. The sound of your skin slapping against his groin and thighs as he rams into you, was barely heard among his wild groans and your pleading whimpers. Heejeong's moment was fierce, and uncontrollable. He was domineering and forceful as he shift his thumbs, extending them to graze over your cheeks and slightly lift them as he palms the smooth surface of your derriere. Watching as he pelts you mercilessly, he continues to adorn your pretty hair with the hot breaths of his growls, incorporating soft kisses to your ear from behind while Heeseung addresses the front side of your neck. The two men carry the weight of your frame as they shared the responsibility of holding you up, while fucking you into oblivion.

"Oh shit.....fuck......" Heejeong growls as he swoops a hand around your neck and pulls your head back into his mouth, where he too grits his teeth, clenches his jaw shut and buries vibration motions of his groans as he unleashes deep inside your cavity. With his load meshing in with Heeseung's, he too enjoys the image of his seed, swimming inside your flesh, along with his brother's.

"Oh....fuck." gasping for a bit of air, he holds you steady and regains his motivation from the swarming loss of energy as he watches Heeseung reach down and hold his shaft by the base, ready to enter inside you again......for God knows how long, you embraced the sensation of overstimulation, breeding, and being filled by both, Heeseung and Heejeong, as they took turns to swap out and watch each other fuck into you......

...........

"Fuck she feels so good..."

"Does it feel good baby?"

"Well fuck you every day...yeah? Just like this baby...you want that dont you?"

"Yeeeeeeesssss...you dooo......fucking tell us you like it."

"Come on baby, don't pass out on us yet, we still have more for you."

"Fucking dammit...you can take it so well. You're our perfect girl.....our princess."

"Scream Y/n."

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One right after the other, you felt the swishing of their loads swirling deep within you. Your belly started to expand just a tiny bit from the amount of fluids that you were intaking as Heeseung and Heejeong released inside....again....and again.....and again.

"Ugh! N...no.....no more! I....I cant!.....It....its too much!" you cry out, beginning to feel your body in pausing the gushing of hot liquid as you feel yourself tired and surrendering from the pleasure turned soreness in between your folds.

"That right princess?" Heeseung taunts as he licks your throat from top to bottom.

"One.....last.....time....fuck!" Heejeong growls out as he cums inside. You lost count at the number of times they unleashed into you, though it was safe to say that the minimum was anything above four.

Finally feeling satisfied, the brothers cradle you in between their chests, trapping you in the middle as they lower themselves to a low seated position on the floor. With Heejeong's head resting on your shoulder, and Heeseung's face buries into the side your hair. Breathing deeply, the three of you welcomed the recomposition of gaining your breaths and singing out the gasping tones of pure satisfaction.

Wrapping their arms around you, you didn't bother trying to figure out whose hand it was that reached up and placed his thumb in between your teeth. Instead, you nibbled, sucked, and twirled your tongue around it as you feel yourself relishing in the fact that you were relentlessly fucked...by two men....your two step brothers....

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[the-perverse-library]

[RWBY] I think Weiss just needs to open up and get comfortable with her new "assets". Yang, why not demonstrate how with that gold boombox there?

Weiss went still as her face turned as red as a tomato. "No. No, no, no, no; w-we... we don't need to do that." The white-haired huntress stuttered as she shifted away from the golden-haired brawler. "M-my... assets are... big enough already. They definitely don't need to get a-any bigger." She held her hands up as if she was readying to fight Yang. "I-I just bought these panties, and I don't have any Lien to buy more!"

"Oh! So if I were to turn on this Aura-powered golden boombox; you'd have to walk about Beacon totally commando?" Yang asked with a gleeful smile on her face as she held the shimmering boombox in between her gloved hands.

"... Noooo..." Weis whimpered out.

Yang just waggled her eyebrows as she flicked a switch and blasted her aura into the golden music device. The golden boombox hummed to life as its various technicolour lights exploded to life, filling the room with a thick, vibrating bassline. "Wooh! Yeah! Come on Weisscream, dance with me!" Yang cheered as she bounced her ass off of Weiss's double-wide derriere. The blonde brawler bouncing her own ass to the deep rhythmic beats. "Yeah! Work dat ass Weiss!" The blonde grinned as she watched Weiss drop and make her booty pop.

Weiss was red in the face as she felt the music sink into her, the deep bass and ringing synth music slowly made her mind turn to mush. The platinum blonde quickly found herself grinding and dancing with Yang, slamming her ass against Yang's as she felt the music grow louder and more powerful. "Y~Yang..." Weiss slurred out. "Y-you need to turn i-it off! I-I can feel... feel it!" Weiss slapped her hands down onto her ass, feeling the energy and heat rise off of it as both of her ass cheeks exploded outwards. The rich heiress was speechless as she felt her XXXXXL panties rip to pieces as she came, squirting all over her thickening thighs.

The magic of the music swallowed the rest of Weiss's anxiousness as she truly threw herself into dancing. She was one with the music, making her ass clap louder and louder until the very thunderclap of her heaving snowglobes knocked over the furniture in their dormroom. "Yeah! Yes! Dance, dance, dance! E-everyone should look at my ass! Look at it!" Weiss squealed out as she bounced her fat ass on Yang's face. The heiress felt the dust inside her react to her growth and made her swell to greater and even more ridiculous size.

Her mind didn't return to her until the Aura in the gold boombox finally faded. Weiss groped at her ass, feeling her hands just sink into the insane ocean of supple plush assmeat, causing her to suppress a moan. "Well... until I get paid, I guess I will be going commando." Weiss posed in front of a mirror and saw her tits had grown to rival Yang's, and her skirt barely covered the top of her asscheeks. "Oh, I-I think I'm wider than a door, hehehe." Weiss gave her ass one last spank. "I need to show Pyrrha and Jaune my new look! By Yang."

[jessamine-rose]

₊｡˚⋆˙ Venus Callipyge ˙⋆˚｡₊

Once again, WHB has compelled me to do ~research~ for my fanfics. First Lucifer and tear-catchers, now Mammon and historical art…what will be next?? T0T

Notes:: spice, pygophilia, does this count as quasi-exhibitionism??

If Mammon were to name humanity’s greatest creation, it would be the Venus Callipyge.

…Yes, it is a subjective answer but not a shocking one. One look at the ancient statue is all it takes for you to understand Mammon’s bias—the pure marble, the sensual pose, the shapely derriere which commands full attention. It is his definition of perfection.

Your mistake takes the form of a special message. At first, your lover thinks you sent him one of your usual selfies. There are a few nudes, some lingerie shots…and an imitation of the Venus Callipyge. The dress and hairstyle are more modern but the pose is the same, from your confident gaze to your bare lower half. The photo is instantly saved, followed by an appreciative reply~

Unfortunately, it doesn’t end there. During your next visit to Tartaros, Mammon proudly shows you his newest treasure aaaaaand it’s a gold statue based on your photo. With zero cover-ups, unless you count real pieces of jewelry draped over its body. The model’s identity is a no-brainer.

At the very least, you successfully convince Mammon to not display the statue in his palace. If his lover isn’t comfortable with his creation, then it will be kept for his eyes only. Now, have you heard of the Reclining Naiad?

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Still hornii?? Read my other WHB fics =w=

Grrrr I don’t even like this character but this idea was too funny not to write. Fortunately, two of my friends are Mammon simps and their reactions were worth it >:3

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[wild-chapstick-flavors]

Charlie Auterac

[iridescentkiwi]

just saw this drawing of toji who for some reason is naked (bare back and a little derriere) and let me tell you: maybe it is the grey scale but those cheeks look too clean to belong to a man who most certainly does NOT wash his ass.

[theromanticartist]

Romancing Mister Bridgerton by Julia Quinn | The Carriage Scene. Access uncensored illustration and much more 🔥❤️ at Patreon.com/TheRomanticArtist

“Oh, Colin, Colin," she gasped, her hands flying around to his back, pressing desperately into his muscles, wanting nothing other than to hold him and keep him and never let him go.

His lips closed around her nipple, and before she'd even felt more than the heat him, she  pressed her hips shamelessly against his as he pulled her down against him, holding her immobile as he pleasured her.

He yanked at his shirt, pulling it free from the waist of his breeches, and she followed his cue by slipping her hands under the fabric and running them along the hot skin of his back. She'd never touched a man this way; she'd never touched anyone like this, except maybe herself, and even then, it wasn't like she could easily reach her own back.

He groaned when she touched him, then tensed when her fingers skimmed along his skin. Her heart leaped. He liked this; he liked the way she was touching him. She hadn't the least clue what to do with herself, but he liked it just the same.

"You're perfect," he whispered against her skin, his lips blazing a trail back up to the underside of her chin. His mouth claimed hers again, this time with increased fervor, and his hands slid underneath to cup her derriere, squeezing and kneading and pressing her up against his arousal.

"My God, I want you," he gasped, grinding his hips down. "I want to strip you bare and sink into you and never let you go."

Penelope groaned with desire, unable to believe how much pleasure she could feel from mere words. He made her feel wicked, naughty, and oh-so-desirable.

And she never wanted it to end."

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I read this book for the first time in 2014, since then I’ve revisited a thousand times ‘The Carriage Scene.’ It’s so satisfying to see Penelope getting all the love she deserves after so many years of angst, secretly loving Colin. He can’t resist her and breaks all society rules in that carriage 🔥👄

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[wild-chapstick-flavors]

Colby Keller

[may--hawk]

killer queen (ineffable remix)

caviar and cigarettes / well-versed in etiquette

Crowley next sees Aziraphale in a seedy speakeasy across the Atlantic, a place positively dripping with sin and low light, the stink of gin rolling up the stairwell and out the door. When he steps inside the haze of perfume and alcohol and sweat and cigarette smoke fill the air, the room dimly lit and full of couples and would-be couples, a great heady miasma of lust. There’s a soft slow low jazz song playing on the piano and a few couples are dancing, or really just holding each other close, barely moving. He’s in America for a few temptations and yes, alright, to take his mind off the fight with the angel some sixty years before. Yes, he’s still bitter. You spend all this time, literal millennia, doing what it is the angel wants, whenever he bats those wide gray eyes, asking for nothing in return, not even recognition, and then when you ask for one thing, for one measly little thing, he throws it all in your face. So yeah, Crowley’s a little bitter. He’ll get over it in a century or so. He usually does. He starts his sidle up to the bar to get a glass of gin, just gin, nothing else, nothing else needed except the taste of juniper in his mouth until he can’t remember his own name, when he sees the angel.

The angel is wearing - well, the angel’s wearing a set of tits, is what she’s wearing, and a tiny little cream-colored beaded dress, very tight, very low in the front, with some fringe covering her knees - oh, like that’s doing any good - and these dainty little heels, and her white hair tucked up, and she looks like, Satan, she looks like a vision of an angel, is what she looks like, she’s fucking jawdropping, and Crowley feels a sudden surge of hurt, no, anger,1 that the angel would go to a place like this without him, on her own volition, even, dressed like that - ? What is she playing at?

And then he sees exactly what she’s playing at, sees a man light her cigarette as she leans closer than she’d ever been to Crowley2 and she leans back and smiles. Crowley stalks over, pulling his hand up from the ground, giving the man somewhere very pressing to be right that exact second, and as Aziraphale turns, frowning, Satan, she’s wearing fucking pearls, of course she’s wearing pearls, Crowley circles behind her, plucks the cigarette from her hand - “Shouldn’t smoke, angel, s’bad for you” - puts it in his own mouth, and inhales deeply. He can feel the dampness of Aziraphale’s mouth, can taste her lipstick. She raises her eyebrows, entirely unimpressed. Very slowly, not taking her eyes off Crowley, she opens her clutch,3 pulls another cigarette out, puts it between her lips. And waits.

Crowley could do it so many ways. He could flick his lighter, could use a match, could light a spark on his finger, could hold her wrist steady as he lit her cigarette for her. Instead, he leans forward, very close, into her orbit, her perfume a heady cloud making him a little faint,4 and Aziraphale leans in too, almost swaying, her eyes half-lidded with too much gin and kohl, and Crowley touches the tips of their cigarettes together, and they both breathe in at the same time, a half-surprised little inhale, breathing each other’s breath. A twisted kiss. Cigarette lit, Aziraphale settles back, breathing deeply, her chest expanding, beads glittering in the dim light like stars, her eyes raking down Crowley’s body in a way that makes him flush.5 “Thank you, Crowley,” she says, low and husky, and then she turns and walks away, and it’s the second time she’s done it in sixty years, except this time she’s much slower about it, and this time her derriere is much more tightly encased, and this time Crowley’s got to go lock himself in the bathroom6 before he can belly up to the bar and drink them all out of gin, which he does. Twice.

1. No, it was hurt. back

2. Except Edinburgh don’t think about Edinburgh - back

3. Christ her fucking hands he’d nearly forgotten Aziraphale’s hands - back

4. Or maybe it’s her décolletage. back

5. Some fifty years later Aziraphale would remark haphazardly that gin always made him decidedly randy, and Crowley would very nearly rupture the space-time continuum to get back to that particular bar on that particular night. back

6. Embarrassingly enough, he’s not even in there for very long, so the human men waiting in line have no reason to complain. back

Read the rest of the mixtape on AO3.

[4o4eros]

hogwarts au; quidditch player!jeno, school swimmer! eunha

thinking about pervert!jeno hexing his own poster when he found out his beloved noona, his senior eunha was a fan of his.

thinking about pervert!jeno smiling to himself, proud of his own idea- casting a spell on that piece of paper and keeping his senior in the dark of what he has planned.

thinking about pervert!jeno being so excited, even signing his name unto the poster and delivering the paper himself to his innocent senior.

thinking about pervert!jeno impatiently running to his dorm, immediately grabbing his own piece of paper as he stared down with anticipation. his mouth curved slightly into a corrupted grin when his view is now filled with eunha. his eyes rested shamelessly on the curve of her tits from the low position- assuming his innocent noona!eunha placed his poster on her table.

thinking about pervert!jeno groaning softly as he catches glimpses of her undressing from her uniform into her tight swimsuit while she prepares for her swimming club.

thinking about pervert!jeno losing his mind as he gets a closed up view of her noona's barely covered tits (he swore he saw her nipples poking through the fabric! and god- the way his mouth watered.) as she sets up the poster against her wall- conveniently facing her bed.

thinking about pervert!jeno already having his pants down when eunha naively fixes her swim shorts, exposing her thick derriere and flashing him with her supple cheeks.

thinking about pervert!jeno with his hand stuffed in his boxer, pleasuring himself with his wild thoughts, absolutely reserving and manipulating that scene for so many of his future lonely nights. dismissing whatever idea he's gonna have to think to make up an excuse for coming in late for quidditch practice.

[messylustt]

a list of euphemisms/non-explicit words <3

\- if a word you used triggers the filter, try another one or describe the action instead

\- take a word/action the bot said and describe it in greater detail as well as the impact it has on your character

\- some of these words made me want to die but whatever </3 hope this helps!!

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― BODY PARTS

\[GENERAL\] lower torso - (inner/outer) thighs - hips - waist - legs - groin - crotch - arousal - entrance - "bundle of nerves" - erogenous zone - pelvis - insides - orbs - guts

\[FEM\] womanhood - core - flower - lower lips - womb - inner walls - cervix - sleeve - bosom - breast - cleavage - mound(s) - rack

\[MASC\] manhood - bulge - tent - head - tip - shaft - length - member - bump - wood - rod - sack

\[ASS\] rear - cheeks - posterior - hills -derriere - behind - bum - ring

\[CUM\] substance - fluid - juices - seed - love - liquid - load

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― ACTIONS:

\[MOVEMENTS\] slams - pounds - thrusts - inserts - rides - battered - pummeled - bucked - bombarded - smacked - bred - ravaged - gouged - bounced - thumped - thwacked - entered - pumped - pushed - roughed up - dug - drilled - rammed - piston

\[TOUCH\] fondles - massages - gropes - trails - snakes - slithers - caresses - plays - strokes - soothes - rubs - kisses - danced - pressed - cupped - squeezed - worshipped - straddled - squeezed - pinched - poke - prod - flick - flit - dart - grind - crush - vice grip - gripped - held - cradled

\[TONGUE\] licks - laves - moistens - wets - tastes - laps - slurps - sips - guzzles - drinks - siphons - vacuums - chokes - nurses - lolled - rolls

\[CUMMING\] leaking - spurting - pouring - dripping - trickled - finished - filled - dribbled - lubricated - erupted - spouted - milking - wringing (out)

\[REACTIONS\] breathed - whispered - begged - groaned - grunted - moaned - muttered - cried - squeaked - squealed - mumbled - sobbed - whined - twitched - shivered - snarled - yelped - babbled - "contorted/twisted in pleasure" - ogled - open-mouthed - "licked \[their\] lips" - "\[X\]'s mouth hung agape" - clenched

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― FEELINGS:

\[GENERAL\] needy - eagerness - carnal - erotic - sensual - sinful - obscene - bawdy - titillating - shameless - vulgar - intoxicated - hypnotized - enticing

\[HORNY\] heat - enjoyment - sadistic/masochistic - arousal - excitement - pent-up - craving - stimulated - thrilled - starved

\[AMBATAKUM\] pleasure - bliss - euphoria - "head in the clouds" - rush - blanked

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― ADJECTIVES

\[CUM\] sticky - coated - moist - soaked - covered - stained - painted - potent - viscous - pasty - gelatinous - slimy - glue-like - syrupy - viscid - runny - salty - tangy - piquant - glazed - drenched - creamy

\[SEX BITS\] slick - girthy - thick - limp - throbbing - pulsating - tight - stiff - hot - warm - scorching - slippery - lubricous - gaping - cavernous

\[BODY\] broad - heavy - hefty - meaty - fat - round - wobbly - jiggly - bouncy - plump - soft - firm - squishy - pliable - musky - sweaty - ample - wide - smooth - beefy - hourglass - chubby - pear - bottom/top-heavy

\[NAKED\] bare - uncovered - unclothed - raw - nude

\[FEELINGS\] lustful - lecherous - unchaste - promiscuous - prurient - lascivious - licentious - seductive

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― COMEDIC/VULGAR

\[ASS\] shithole - exhaust port - boypussy - asspussy - shitbox

\[FEM\] meat curtains - clitty - "knock up" - gorilla grip - meat sacks - bazongers - honkers - cunny - cunt

\[MASC\] meat stick - joystick - disco stick\* - friend - bitchbreaker - pisser - "piston of justice"

\[SEX\] hanky-panky - devils tango - getting laid - funny business - shaking of the sheets - shag - boink - bone - screw - nail

\[CUM\] baby-batter - spunk - jizz - baby milkshake

\[NAKED\] birthday suit - "as adam/eve did in the garden of eden"\* - nekkid/naekid - au naturel

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― EXAMPLES

"The result of \[their\] arousal ended up in \[Y\]'s open mouth"

"The feelings inside of \[X\] boiled to a breaking point and flooded out of \[them\] onto the bedsheets beneath"

"\[They\] moved their hands up \[Y\]'s inner thigh to prod at \[their\] growing excitement"

"\[X\]'s face was just as slick as the sensitive area between \[their\] thighs"

"\[X\] trailed \[their\] finger in steady circular motions over \[Y\]'s pent-up arousal"

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Added now:

For female orgasms: spasming and climaxing work pretty well.

Added now again:

"Thing" for the male part, "Release" or "Shoot a load" for the climax are also terms to use.

Added now again and again:

Had a bot suggest "love buttons" for nipples.

ADDED NOW:

while you use these words, switch some letters for numbers ex.: pl3asure, p0unds, gro4ns. makes it harder for the filter to pick it up..

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Random:

"shout out to lady gaga"

One of my bots said this and i thought it was so silly

- an horny girl who wants to fuck her boyfriend bot

OMGGG U ARE AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL FOR THIS!!