#but what can a girl do when there are men with amazing bodies running around on my tv every weekend for 28 weeks?

[remuslupinslittleslut]

can you do a poly marauders blurb about the reader and remus going shopping and the reader is trying clothes on in the fitting room but remus is just so horny that he has to fuck her in the fitting room? please it's my birthday in 20 days and it would make me so happy

Hi darling, Happy Belated Birthday, I think it was yesterday? Sorry for being late, but here's your fic 🩷

Fitting Room.

Masterlist.

The one-year anniversary of your relationship with your three men is coming up, which is to be celebrated with a fancy dinner, baby, let us spoil you, James had murmured, bringing you close and kissing your face. It had been a bit harder to convince Remus, who, out of the four of you, is the most uncomfortable in settings like that. To hype him up, you decided to bring him with you for a day of shopping, the both of you in dire need of new clothes for the dinner.

“Come on, Rem, let’s look in here, I heard they have the cutest tops,” you cheer, tugging on his hand, making him follow you into yet another store.

Going through the racks, you pick up item after item, forcing Remus to carry all of them for you, before you make your way to the fitting rooms.

“Okay, love, which one d’you wanna try first?” He asks, holding up the clothes as a human clothes hanger.

Picking a dress from the pile in his arms, you give him a quick peck before leaving him on a pink puff and pull the curtains close behind you.

The dress is nice, form-fitted, and tight, a bit too revealing, maybe. You look down at your breasts, practically hanging out of the top. Peaking your head through the curtains, you find Remus on his phone, thumb scrolling on the screen.

“Rem, can you come here for a sec, I need a second opinion?” He gets up, with a sigh, having had to look at quite a few different outfits already. When he gets inside the fitting room, though, his eyes widen at the sight of you. “Be honest, is it too slutty?”

Biting his lip, you can tell he’s hiding a smirk.

“Oh, darling, you look amazing,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, “fuck, you have to get this, I don’t care what the tag says, put it on James’ credit card.” Your chuckle is quickly silenced as his lips begin to kiss down your neck, nibbling at the skin. “Can you keep quiet, baby?” He asks, bringing one hand up to wrap around your cheeks, pushing two fingers into your mouth.

It’s hard to nod when you’re pressed between his shoulder and his hand, but you do your best to let him know that yes you can keep quiet.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lips pressed against your ear, as his hands waste no time in pulling the dress up over your arse, before quickly pushing your knickers down. You whimper as his fingers rub up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around, feeling your arousal, relishing in it. “Gotta be quick, yeah?” He says, pulling his cock out and pumping it only a few times before splitting you open on it, in one long and languid thrust. “Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight, love.”

Bringing your hand to your mouth, you bite into it to stop the noises from passing your lips. He’s trying hard to be quiet, too, you know, but the drag of his cock against your clamping walls is enough to make you want to scream.

“Yes, love, doing so well, so quiet and good f’me, not letting anyone know what a fucking slut you are, taking my cock like this, in public and all,” his words are hushed, probably not enough though, but you know that talking dirty to you is the quickest way to get him over the edge, and this time, you have to be quick.

“Fuck, darling, gonna come,” he grunts, slowing down only slightly, dragging out the experience for just a few more moments. “Gonna fill you up, then, you’re gonna walk out of here with my cum running down your legs and no one will know.”

Throwing your head back in a full body spasm, you try to convey to him that it’s okay, that he has to let go, because you don’t want to get caught and the faster he’s done, the faster you can get home and let all three of your boys take their sweet time with you.

It’s always an out of body experience, feeling Remus’ cock twitch inside you as he fills you up, one spurt of hot cum at a time. You know there’s not enough time for you to come as well, but you know you will, once you get home, so it’s okay, but the feeling of him filling you up makes you feel all blissed out, like it’s some type of release for you, too.

Pulling out of you, Remus is quick to pull your underwear back up, keeping his cum tucked in tight, before helping you out of the dress and into your own clothes. Between each move, though, he presses a soft kiss to your face.

“You okay?” He asks when you’re both ready to leave the small fitting room.

“Mhm,” you reply, leaning into him lazily. “I’m good.”

He smiles, then, tugging on your hand for you to follow him out, James’ card already in his hand, ready to pay for the sinful dress.

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About Sex and Sharing (Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida)

Kinktober 2024 Day Four: Exhibitionism

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re no stranger to men taking you home. In fact, you’ve come to understand that you must have something about you that entices all men who see you drinking alone at a bar with a pretty dress on. Even the ones you haven’t been eyeing all night.

So it was no surprise when one of your favorites- a man named Dazai- slid into the stool right next to yours on a day when you would usually see each other and asked if he could bring you back to his place for the night. Though it was a surprise when he asked if it was alright if he brought a friend. Someone he thought would just love to meet you. But you’re all for a good time. And you’re all for a pleasant surprise. 

So you let Dazai buy you a drink before you took his hand and followed him back to his apartment. Because what you thought you were walking into was just a run-of-the-mill threesome with someone old and someone new. Because you thought you were going to spend the night with someone who has already shown you plenty of good times and someone who hasn’t yet gotten the chance. But what you got?

It was so much better than that.

“Just like that Kunikida. Just like that.” Dazai’s murmurs are right by your ear. His breath tickles your skin and you can’t help but gasp as you feel it rush over the shell of your ear. Immediately, the brunette is quick to let out a near-silent chuckle and press his lips against your neck in all the right spots while murmuring something else- something all too heated- into your skin. Despite all this, you know he isn’t talking to you. In fact, he hasn’t been talking to you much during this scene. His attention has been on the little friend he brought you to. “Look at her face. See how much she enjoys it?”

His attention has been on instructing the little friend he brought on how exactly the guy should fuck you while he watches.  

“Y-yeah…” The other man’s voice trembles under the weight of the pleasure you’re both experiencing, but there’s a husky, roughness about that would probably have you falling in love with him if you were more of a sentimental girl. There’s something just unbearably attractive about looking up and meeting the green eyes of some stranger who seems to want to do everything in his power to make you both feel good. “She feels amazing.”

When you first saw him- when you first saw his friend, Kunikida, after stepping behind Dazai and into his apartment, the man seemed intense based on the steeliness of his eyes and the way he never failed to find something to bicker about with his partner. But also timid and inexperienced due to the fact he had to listen to almost everything Dazai said when it came to getting you off. Though most of all, he was cute. He was beyond cute even. He’s tall and well-groomed. Has a great body that looks fantastic in professional wear (and even greater the second all that professional wear comes off). Though he’s not the type of guy you would usually approach. And judging by the way he kept apologizing for being too rough with you here and there when he really wasn’t, you have a feeling that he’s not the type of guy who would have approached you either.

But Dazai said he managed to tempt the guy after a few long talks and a couple of sneaky photos of you Dazai once took at the bar you both tended to meet at. And though in hindsight, you have to acknowledge how weird that feels. Having pictures of you spread around between a regular hook-up and his hook-up. But you don’t think you can ever forget just how good he’s making you feel right now. 

Just so fucking good.

You recall kicking off your heels by the entrance somewhere once you got there. You remember leaving your bra on the floor by the bedroom door too. And think you saw your panties being tucked into Dazai’s back pocket, “for safe keeping,” as he called it. But Kunikida insisted that you keep your dress on. He said that with a quiet, almost apologetic voice and with hands to continue to shake and shake and shake until you took them into your own and guided them into cupping your chest through the fabric.

But that was earlier. That was back when Kunikida seemed nearly terrified to touch you out of the fear that he would come to find out that you just aren’t real. Right now? You’re curled up on your side while lying on the edge of Dazai’s bed, and it rocks and creaks and groans under the weight of your activities almost knowingly. Your dress is nearly halfway off your body, hanging off quite lewdly. The straps that were once holding it up and keeping your dress from exposing your chest to the street of Yokohama were pooling around your shoulders, dipping down and exposing the little love bites you just barely managed to convince Kunikida to give you. And the bottom half was bunched around your waist, showing up the size and shape of your backside while also giving the blonde man easy access to your pussy.

Though perhaps most importantly, you have your legs bent and your thighs pressed together in an attempt to ensure that you, Dazai, and his friend Kunikida could all indulge. For you, it’s one of your favorite positions. For Kunikida, this position allows you to tighten your muscles more easily and allows you to make sure you can feel as tight as possible around him. And for Dazai- well, you just know he likes the view. 

But it’s not like you need to set up the perfect view for Dazai. It’s not like he hasn’t seen or fucked you like this. And it’s not like you really had to squeeze around Kunikida to make it feel like it’s going to be a tight stretch. You realized that the second you kneeled in front of the guy to give him his first blowjob. You realized that the second you kneeled in front of the guy and came face to face with a cock you had absolutely no idea how he was ever able to hide that thing in pants. 

Now, Kunikida has you hanging off the edge of the bed while he fucks you side saddle under Dazai’s careful instructions. The blonde’s hands grip your hips and pumps his cock inside of you at a tempo Dazai sets. And your soft and breathy moans fall in time with every single thrust that hits deep inside of you. Which, for once, you feel almost embarrassed about how easily some strange man has gasping for air. Because when has a virgin ever made you feel this good before? When has a virgin been able to angle his hips so perfectly and thrust his cock so deeply that you’re left drooling and babbling to the both of them about how you never want this to end. 

Never.

“Fuck, she looks like she’s taking your cock so well,” Dazai speaks up again, and you could practically hear his own arousal soaking every word he speaks. “Keep it up, Kunikida. You’ll have her cumming in no time like this.”

At the thought of being given another orgasm- especially on some pretty, blonde stranger’s dick- is all too exciting. Though your mind can’t help but wander to Dazai and his role in all of this. At the moment, he’s hovering over you on the bed- making sure to keep a close eye on everything that’s happening. Every once in a while, he’ll tell Kunikida to change the pace or the intensity. To go harder and faster. Slower and more intentional. Just to keep you guessing. Just to keep you on your toes. Just to keep you crazy. And as you try to turn your head towards Dazai, you’re just able to make out the tent forming in his pants. His erection strains against the fabric. A dick you’ve sucked plenty of times before and would really like to suck again right now.

But earlier in the night he made a promise to both you and Kunikida. A promise that he was only going to watch tonight. A promise that anytime he was going to touch you tonight, it’d be for Kunikida’s sake and for your pleasure and for those reasons alone. And apparently, the normally tricky man wanted to hold true to his promise that he was only here to observe tonight. Because he was quick to grab at the hand you hand that was trying to reach for the zipper of his slacks with his own bandaged ones before moving to pin them to the bed.

The position he had you in was awkward, but the heated and devious look he gave you as he peered into your half-lidded eyes with a lustful stare of his own was enough to make you feel proud. If he was a weaker man, his resolve would have crumbled. Almost instantly. Who doesn’t want a pretty girl to wrap their lips around a man’s neglected and lonely cock. Especially when that very same man is selflessly directing the scene where his very own co-worker goes and fucks the brains out of his favorite hook-up in front of him. You’re sure if you’d asked nicely enough and smiled sweetly enough, you’d be getting your way with him in no time. 

Only except, he didn’t exactly let you get your way. Not even close.

“Naughty, naughty~” He lightly teased above you, a charmed smirk on his face. You tried to give him one back as a giggle passed through your lips. And judging by the way his smile only widened, he seemed to be enjoying you almost as much as his partner was. But all too suddenly, he turned his attention away from you and barked an order at Kunikida. A second later, you were no longer smiling. You were too busy gasping and squealing and crying out now that Kunikida was slamming himself inside of you, pressing up against your g-spot nearly every single time while Dazai cooed at you tauntingly. “You like it, sweetheart? You like Kunikida’s dick inside your pussy?”

“Mhm…” You find yourself responding almost instantly between your whiny moans, Kunikida’s low groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin as Kunikida fucks you nice and fast and hard and deep. Right now, Dazai looks more than pleased at the fact that you were so quickly reduced down to nothing but a drooling little mess. But he’s at least kind enough to press tiny little kisses against your neck and cheeks and more in an attempt to encourage you to use your words for him when telling him how you feel. Just how he likes it. “I- I like it…I really like it, Dazai.”

“Yeah, I can tell. I wish you could see what we see.” Dazai remarks almost absently. He’s leaning over you a bit more now- moving around so he can view your body at different angles. It’s so- it’s just so hot how comfortable he feels running his hands over your body while his co-worker fucks you stupid. It’s amazing how the two of them end up so in tune with each other’s thoughts and actions. It’s crazy how Kunikida just lets another man take fistfuls of your chest and ass and squeezes tight while his dick is inside of you. And it’s perhaps even more insane that Dazai is fine with just feeling you up and groping at your curves instead of letting you please him back. Almost as if this is enough for him to enjoy. Almost as if he’s truly happy taking the backseat because he enjoys watching you get fucked by someone else. Almost as if he just enjoys watching you. “Kunikida, aren’t those creamy little rings she’s leaving on your cock just so cute? Isn’t she just so wet?”

You whine at the image Dazai is painting in your head, but you know he’s not lying. You know he’s telling the truth. You’ve been able to hear yourself all night. All your moans and gasps for air, sure. But also the almost embarrassingly wet sounds your pussy has been making Kunikida stuffs himself inside of you and slides right back out just so easily. And even though you know both men (as well as others in the past) have always loved it, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when it came to Kunikida. Because you were supposed to be a veteran in this field. You were supposed to be the fun and commanding first fuck of this man. The one who steals his virginity away from him.

Although, it seems like all you can do at the moment is let your breath be stolen away from you instead.

Though for a second, Kunikida doesn’t say anything. Not to you. Not to Dazai. Not even proclamations under his breath about just how good you feel when you’re squeezing around him and letting him stuff you nice and full. Something you’ve not only come to enjoy- you’ve found that you’ve come to miss it in the moments where it’s not there. His prolonged silence makes you curious as the only thing he fills the room with at the moment is nothing but the sound of his harsh breathing and the tell-tale sounds of skin against skin. So you turn to him. But the face you find yourself looking at isn’t the most familiar one. It’s not one that you commonly see when you’re hooking up with strangers you meet at the bar. Hell, it’s not one that you see at all really. In fact, you only saw it once before today. And even then, you swear you know exactly what it is. You know exactly what you’re looking at. And it nearly scares you- especially when you hear the next two words that come out of his mouth.

“She’s perfect.”

Because it’s the face of a man who thinks he’s in love. 

“She is, isn’t she.”

And it’s the exact same face you remember Dazai had on the first time he fucked you too.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Cool ass party

Miguel Diaz X Female! Reader

!SPOILER WARING FOR COBRA KAI SEASON 6!

Summary: When Miguel goes to the frat party, he's far from thinking he's going to get the girl.

Warning: Use of Y/n/ violence/ swearing/ mention of blood/ alcohol/ kinda heavy makeout/ Google translte spanish/ mention of body parts?/

Word count: 1.2k

To be honest, I didn’t know why I followed Miguel, Demetri and Hawk at the college tour. I didn’t even know which college I wanted to go to, but still, I followed the guys while a random dude walked in front of us. ‘’You really think we got a chance at M.I.T?’’ Demetri asked us. I looked at Miguel with an ‘His he for real?’ look in my eyes. ‘’Dude, you guys are the Binary Brothers, if M.I.T don’t accept you, they’re stupid as fuck’’ I exclaim with a laugh in my throat. Hawk smiled as we looked around. ‘’Y/n, are you considering coming with me here?’’ Miguel shyly asked. I take a deep breath as I look at the ground.

Before I can answer, the tour guide gets tackled on the ground by two familiar faces. ‘’Kyler? Brucks? What the hell?’’ Demetri mumbles as we connect the dots. ‘’Rhea? Lip, Lip’s friend? Weird chick?! What are you guys doing here?’’ Kyler exclaimed.

After catching up with our ‘old friends’ and eating, Kyler decided to bring us to our first frat party. I usually avoid frat house’s parties, but since I was with guys that I trusted, I decided to go. I wasn’t dressed to go to a party, but who cared? As we entered the room, I stick with Miguel, plus he was my crush, so it was another reason to stay with him. Frat boys everywhere, sorority girls glued to them, alcohol, smoke and the smell of sex filled my nostrils and my eyes. ‘’That’s something’’ Hawk exclaimed, making us laugh. ‘’Let’s just, lay low, stick together and keep an eye on your drinks. We’ll be fine’’ I try to convince them.

There was a blur between the time we arrived and now, why Miguel was sticking up to Kyler was confusing. But what was more confusing was the way Miguel’s body and mine moved together. The way his hands traveled my body in a sky but sensual way. When I turned to face him, our mouths were almost on the other. I could feel his breath on my skin. The look in his eyes was almost enough to get me to throw my self control out the window. I kept looking at his eyes and his lips, I needed to kiss him. As I leaned forward, something stopped us. ‘’Where’s my vacuum?!’’ The asshole in ‘charge’ of the frat yelled, referring to Kyler. Miguel and I turned our head to our ex-bully. ‘’Men, I ain’t gonna clean that’’ Kyler tried to stand up for himself. My dance partner and I made our way closer to Kyler, in case something happened. We were joined by Hawk and Demetri, who were as clueless as we were. After Kyler tried to tell the guy off, again, things got heated, and Miguel stepped in. ‘’Enough!’’ he yelled, getting everyone’s attention. Someone stopped the music, making it more dramatic. Kyler got up from the floor, cleaned his mouth from the dirty food he picked up. ‘’Why don’t you tell him the truth?’’ Miguel confronted the frat ‘king’. ‘’The truth about what, man?’’ Kyler asked. ‘’Well, we had a good run, but you’re never getting into this frat’’ the douchebag said.

Kyler took a second to think before he grabbed a girl’s drink before pouring it on the guy’s head. I had to refrain a laugh as Hawk ate popcorn because of how good the entertainement was. The douchebag, who’s ego got hurt, tried to punch Kyler, but he was quicker and blocked it. ‘’Bitch, don’t you know, I know karate!?’’ he exclaimed before pushing the guy on a metal pole.

And there it was, another karate brawl. But this time, it was funnier than the others I’ve been apart of. Demetri, Hawk, Miguel, Kyler and I were all working together, it was amazing. But, at one point, guys started to land punches on me. But with the adrenaline, I didn’t feel any of it. ‘’Let’s go before campus security comes!’’ Kyler exclaims. As we all ran outside, I burst out laughing. ‘’That was a cool ass party" I yell, laughing. Miguel, for some reason, puts his arm around my shoulder as we ran across campus.

‘’Oh, you’re bleeding’’ Miguel said as we walked home, I lived two streets away from him. ‘’Your hair was in the way, that’s why we didn’t notice, and your lip too.’’ He says as he innocently touches my lower lip. Realizing what he’s doing, he quickly moves his hand away. ‘’I’m sorry, I, uh.’’ He stuttered. I smile as we arrived in front of his apartment block. ‘’You’re bleeding too, do you need help cleaning it up?’’ I suggest. Miguel nods and leads the way to his apartment. No one was home.

‘’It was a hell of a Superman punch.’’ Miguel complimented as I put butterfly closures on his wound. I blush and look down. ‘’All done’’ ‘’Good, it’s your turn now’’ Miguel orders. I sit on the bathroom counter as Miguel picks what he needs from the first aid kit. I look at him and smile. ‘’What’s with the smile?’’ he asks, smiling too. He delicately starts to clean the blood of my forehead, next the one on my lip. ‘’I enjoyed myself today. It was nice dancing with you’’ I whispered. Miguel blush and gets back to his task. ‘’I enjoyed dancing with you too.’’ He says back, with a flirty tone. While he works on my forehead, I say nothing, the tension in the small bathroom speaks for itself. The way we maintain eye contact speaks for itself. His brown eyes are deeply into mine and my self control is about to expire.

‘’This might hurt’’ he warns before disinfecting my lip. ‘’Y’a know, if I was a random girl, I’d ask how you know so much about fixing lips. But each time you get into a fight, I’m there’’ I chuckle. Miguel smiles. ‘’Yeah, and each time I think you look good kicking everyone’s ass’’ he flirts back. I almost fold, but I love to flirt with people. ‘’You think I look good, Diaz?’’ I reply. Seeing how red he turned when I called him by his last name, it's something I’m going to do again. ‘’Of course, I don’t think there’s anything hotter than you kicking someone’s ass.’’ he moves a little closer to me. His thumb caresses my lower lip as he uses the triangle method on me, which works. ‘’You wanna kiss me, Diaz?’’ He swallows pretty hard, but still keeps his composure. ‘’Please, you have such pretty lips. I really want to kiss you’’ he whispers, millimetres away from my lips. ‘’Then do it, Diaz’’ I mumbled before I lean in, our lips finally touching.

The kiss got heated pretty fast, Miguel’s hands making his was on my body fast. The only time we pull away from each other is to take our breath. The kiss leaves us breathless, our chest rising up and down as his black curls are getting messier and messier. ‘’I wanted to do that for so long’’ Miguel said with his dry throat. Our lips collapse together again, I wrap my legs around his waist as my hands tugs his hair. One of his hands make his way on my thigh, getting dangerously close to my wet core.

‘’Hola, ¿hay alguien en casa?’’ Miguel’s grandma announces as she enters the house. ‘’Shit, my grandma. I thought she was at the grocery store’’ Miguel babbles as he tries to fix himself. I giggle and fix my hair. ‘’Don’t worry, I’ll sneak off by that window.’’ I smile, looking at the small window. He tries to come up with an apology, but I cut him. I slide off the counter and place a quick kiss to his lips. ‘’You can apologize for your grandma later, I’ll leave my window unlock tonight, Diaz’’

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Just discovered your blog and the startlet reader fic was amazing, I can totally see that becoming a series!!! Idk if you're into it but can I request an even darker fic related to that one shot, where producer!rafe does take her in as his own, but he's really mean and toxic to her?

Hope you have a good day 💗💗

A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request! 💕 I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Producer! Rafe fic, and I hope you have an even better day!! producer!rafe is literally the king of mind fucking reader in this 😭

Pairing: pornproducer!rafecameron x starlet!reader

Warnings: 18+ Oral (male receiving) + (mentions of fem receiving) con-non-con, drug usage, cursing, Rafe slaps reader with his dick, praise kink, power imbalance, Possessive!Rafe, reader is a p*rnstar, Rafe is a delulu asshole, slut shaming, low-key I think Rafe likes seeing reader have sex with other men but want to shame her for it : (

As your male co-star's plump lips encircled your swollen bud, you couldn't help but feel unease at the ominous gaze that appeared to track your every move, the gaze belonging to Rafe Cameron.

Rafe's intense body language clearly communicated frustration and anger, creating an intimidating presence on set. His cerulean eyes turned dark, and his puffed-out chest conveyed a sense of power and dominance, making it clear that he was not to be crossed. 

You didn't know what you were doing wrong. 

Could I be too lifeless? you think, leading you to arch your back from your co-star's touch, run your hands through his perfect Ken doll hair, and tell him, "How amazing this feels." This then prompted Rafe to call it "cut."

You were given a silk bathrobe to use as a cover, and a water bottle was offered to you before you departed the set, designed to resemble a feminine bedroom's interior.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stumbled upon Rafe, sitting on the couch in your trailer--doing a line of coke on the porcelain heart-shaped tray you brought from home. 

More so shocked to see him doing lines, not shocked to see him inside your trailer because he was always sniffing around your trailer and seeing what you were up to between breaks. 

You're the first to speak: 

"Whatever it is I'm doing wrong, I swear I'll do better on the next take, please don't fire me." 

The bustling nerves, the bright lights, and the presence of the camera all contributed to your performance feeling surreal in the moment. Now, as you stand before a visibly and deeply disappointed Rafe, you can understand why he appeared so frustrated.

Rafe scoffs. And through hooded eyes, he cuts another line with the credit card in his hand before he goes nose-first into the white powder. 

"I bet you fucking like that shit." he sniffs. 

The sensation of tiny insects crawling on your skin commenced, and before you had the chance to inquire, a response was already pouring out of Rafe's mouth: 

"You like having him fuck you." He spits. 

You were confused, to say the least, because when it came to your films, Rafe had a preference for only allowing oral activities rather than penetrative sex due to his belief that "Pretty girls don't do disgusting things."

"Rafe what are you talking ab--" The limited confines of your trailer emphasize Rafe's larger stature as he rises, interrupting your interaction.

"Fucking come here." He snatches your forearm in a bruising grip, hurling you onto the couch. 

He looms over you, his powerful physique obstructing any chance of you moving.

"Rafe, please--," you say, squirming as he forcefully removes your bathrobe, his strong hand then trailing down to cup your cunt. He seizes control of your body. 

"You're wet." He states. "You're fucking wet." He says again, this time with a laugh that lacks genuine amusement. 

"God, you're such a slut." He says, his calloused fingers cradling the edge of your chin, tilting your head up so his cerulean color eyes meet your glossy ones. 

"Always wanting it." he says insincerely. "That's why you really wanted to become a 'star', not because of fame, but because you always want your pretty hole dicked down." He spits. 

"No, I swear." You whimper.

Rafe's thumb wipes the tears that fall from the apple of your cheek, and he fakes a pout. 

"Somehow, I don't believe you." He says in a phony whimper that sounds similar to yours. 

"Y'know I can have you fired for some shit like this?" He says, back in his tantalizing tone. 

"Please Don't--" you choke over a sob. 

"I can fucking blackball your ass, make sure no one sees your name in the big spotlights." 

You were so close to achieving fame, with it practically within your grasp, your fingers nearly grazing the prize, only for it to be taken away at the last moment.

"Rafe, I swear I'll do better. Please don't do this to me," you say between choked cries. You start to forget what the dispute is about, but all you know is that your career is in jeopardy, and you must do anything to protect it. 

"Prove it to me," Rafe says. His favorite four words. "Prove to me you'll do better."

His blown-out eyes motioned down to his bulging cock. 

You blink slowly at him. 

His hand once cradled your chin, then yanks on your hair. 

Hastily, your trembling fingers work to undo his belt, your slender digits encircling the sturdy leather.

The moment your fingers unfastened his belt and tugged on the waistband of his jeans, Rafe's finger, still intertwined with your hair, pulled on it as he muttered impatiently, "Hurry up."

For the sake of your career, you obeyed Rafe's commands, freeing his hardened cock from the confinements of his briefs. 

Your body does that thing again when it goes against you, similar to what it did when your co-star was eating you out; your mouth waters at the sight of Rafe's hard pink cock. 

For one second, you look up at Rafe with wide, doe, teary eyes; it's a silent cry for help, hoping he sees your distraught state and thinks to himself that you could do no wrong. 

To your dismay, Rafe finds your pathetic look amusing, which only turns him on even more. With the movement of his pelvis, he uses his reddened—mushroomed—tip to slap your cheek lightly, snapping you back into the moment. 

Before putting him whole into your mouth, you slide his cock in between your lips slowly, flicking your tongue under the head of his dick where it meets his shaft.

Rafe winces at the feeling your slobbery tongue, praising you about how much of a "good slut" you are.  This urges you to take him whole, his wet, girthy length sitting in your mouth, weighing down your tongue. Rafe again yanks your hair, whispering, "I thought I told you to hurry up." 

And with the same hand that previously yanked on your hair, Rafe guided your head in a fast-paced—throat-burning—motion—his dick now effortlessly sliding in and out your throat.

The girth of his member gradually penetrated deeper into the back of your mouth with each bob of his splayed hand.

As Rafe started thrusting his pelvis into you, the sound of your strained throat was the sole audible noise emanating from your trailer:

"glug, glug, glug."

Rafe mumbles something to you, something about how he'd be an idiot to let you go, not with a pussy and mouth like this. However, all you can focus on is the discomfort in your mouth, how Rafe's size grows with each movement, and how you keep pressing your nails into Rafe's exposed thighs because you feel like you're struggling to breathe.

Your body was filled with conflicting sensations, pleasure, and discomfort. The burning in your throat and the soreness in your mouth were reminders of the intensity of the encounter. Yet, amidst the physical pain, an undeniable pleasure coursed through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Which causes you to moan when Rafe announces that he is about to cum. 

You felt your eyes start to water as you gagged around him, your throat tightening. Rafe's grip tightened, his thrusts more intense as he came, his orgasm ripping through him. You continued to swallow around him, your throat burning and sore as he finished.

"Swallow it." He spits at you, his warm, thick seeds sludge down your gullet. 

This wouldn't be the first time Rafe came inside of you, so you happily swallowed his cum, opening your mouth wide to him to show your proof. 

"What did I tell you, always fucking wanting it." He smirks at you as he fixes himself. You wipe the drool and caress your draw as he does so. 

Then, to your surprise, Rafe takes your jaw in his fingers again and brings you into a passionate, sloppy kiss--tongue and all. 

"You do know that you're my favorite girl, right?" He says, a boyish smile tugged on his lips. "My star girl." 

The sudden change in Rafe's behavior left you feeling conflicted and uncertain. Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the situation, questioning your desires and boundaries. It was a stark reminder of the complexity of human emotions and the blurred lines between pleasure and discomfort.

"So you're not going to get rid of me?" you squeak.

"Baby, I'm never letting you go; you're stuck with me." He says this in a lighthearted manner, but his words hold a much more profound significance than they may initially appear.

But who really has time to dissect every word Rafe says? After all, your career was saved, and you had nothing to fret about anymore. 

So, as you and Rafe walked back to set, Rafe's arm wrapped around your side, you had to regain your composure quickly and smile as if you could do the take all over again.

You knew you had to stay in character, and your reaction had to be perfect. You had to ensure Rafe was satisfied with the result and that you would remain a star, whatever it may take.

[snoopyearss]

Hi ♡

I read some of your works and they were amazing! I just wanted to ask... Can I make a request? If yes, I had one thought in mind...

How would Nanami Kento react on his s/o who never experienced an orgasm while having sex? Always left unsatisfied with other men. Would he be such a gentleman and help her to experience the best bed experience of her life? ♡

Nanami making you come for the first time

Omg omg omgggg yes yes!! I love this idea

It started with the both of you feeling on each other subtly (if you can call it that), which led to him carrying you to his bedroom. He lies you on your back and starts kissing down from your jaw to your collarbone, whispering dirty things in your ear. “I’ve been craving you,” he would moan in your ear.

You and him have been dating for quite a while now, enough time for you two to start getting comfortable with sex. Usually when it came to dating men, they were a disappointment in that field. The number of orgasms you had to fake is absolutely ridiculous. But you got so good at it that they didn’t notice. You figured it was just going to be one of those times. No big deal, you’d just pull out the rose toy after he falls asleep, you thought to yourself.

“You look so beautiful baby, I can’t wait to see what you look like when you come all over my cock.” He purred as he took off your top and skirt you were wearing. You chuckled at his comment, completely forgetting that he was right in front of you.

He stopped what he was doing to drown at you, “What was that?” Your eyes shut out of sheer embarrassment. “Did you just laugh?” You didn’t respond.

“Y/n.” He sternly said. It made the hairs on your body stand up and a wave of arousal ran through you. Slowly, you opened you eyes and was faced to face with a shirtless, muscular man.

“I-I..”

“What? Do you think I’m incapable of making you come?”

“N-no, I just..no one’s ever really made me..” You don’t know what came over you, but when it came to Nanami speaking so sternly, it turned you on. “No one’s ever made you come?” He sat down next to you after you shook your head no.

“Darling, I feel like this is something you should’ve told me.” He lightly scolded. “I know, ‘M sorry. It’s just embarrassing.” You mumbled. “That could never be embarrassing. That just means they weren’t catering to your needs.” You remained silent. He got up and got on his knees before you, spreading your legs a bit.

“What-“

“I’m going to show you what you were missing.”

Nanami spreads your legs and softly blows on your clit causing you to twitch. You clenched the sheets in anticipation.

“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, and I’ll stop. Okay?” He reassured and you nodded in response.

He began to massage your folds, getting you more malleable to play with. It made you relax under his touch which is exactly what he wanted. He used his hand to massage you while he brought his lips to your clit and lightly sucked on it.

“Oh fuck..” you breathed out.

Nanami continued his same movements, then replacing his hand with his mouth all together. The way your breath hitched in your chest and the way you were fidgeting around, you knew something about this was different.

“O-oh my- Kento..fuckk,” you moaned now running your hands through his blonde hair. “Oh my god it feels s-so good.”

“Yeah, it feels good baby? You want me to add another finger?”

“Yes yes yes yes please,” you chanted. He inserted another finger, curling it inside and hitting that spot that it takes you minutes at a time to hit. You moaned louder this time, legs shaking on either side of his face.

Nanami looks up and watches your face contorts in pleasure as you get close to your orgasm. “Kento…im- im-”

“Let go for me pretty girl, make a mess all over my fingers. Let me taste you..there you go..that’s my girl.” He talks you through the whole wave, using his other arm to hold you down to prevent you from jolting around. The moans flowed out of your mouth like a stream of water. He continued to pump his fingers in you until you came down.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out covering your eyes.

“How was that?” He kissed up and down your thighs. You could only nod.

“Think I can make you come around my cock now?”

[crazylittlejester]

honestly, the fandom dismisses wars trauma a little too much. Have you noticed it’s always never brought up in his character studies? And when it is, it’s totally brushed off him and cia had a WEIRDDD age gap. It’s also weird hyrule warriors never acknowledges this. I honestly don’t think it’s gonna be recognized in LU but idk. It’s just weird how quickly the fandom brushed over all that. What’s your opinion? Cuz you have cool opinions lol

Disclaimer: Everything you’re about to read is my opinion and my interpretation of a game. I’m not talking about headcanons (unless otherwise specified), I’m just talking about my experience with the game and everything else. All of this is from MY perspective interacting with the canon material from both Hyrule Warriors and Linked Universe. Also! I am dyslexic, my bad for oddly autocorrected words or weird spelling mistakes

A huge reason I started yapping so much on this blog was because I saw a lot of people either actively disliking Wars, making fucking INSANE comments about his body, overly sexualizing him, or just straight up dismissing him all together and it helped me get over my posting anxiety because it genuinely made me so upset. He’s been my favorite character since only a few posts into LU (i originally liked Twilight better based sheerly on design but it took like only a few posts before that changed), and I love HW Link in general, and I thought it was actually crazy that more people didn’t like him. I’ve written several of my own characters studies on him, some of which I’ve posted, others lay trapped in my old laptop in the form of a full on analysis paper, never to see the light of day

You can send a full grown man to war and he will come back with trauma, imagine what happens when you grab some poor teenager and tell him everything relies on him. Literally forget Cia for a minute, Link as a teenager was taken and shoved into a full on war where his men turned on him and in order to survive, he had to kill. Monsters and hylians alike, it was him or them, and he’s the one who made it out. Not to mention he was constantly running all over the battle field trying to prevent the hylian captains from being defeated, and he most certainly lost many people he cared about just because he couldn’t get there in time. He had to carry around the guilt that this war was started because some sorceress was obsessed with him ON TOP of that

This was said earlier by an anon on a post I reblogged, and I’ve been saying it myself for months but I will say it again: If Warriors had been a girl and been obsessed over that same way, I fucking GUARANTEE you people would be taking it more seriously

I literally just typed in the character name and the game she’s from and that is what google had to say about her. If an older man was described as ‘harboring serious affections’ and having a ‘desire to claim’ a teenage girl I literally don’t think it would’ve been glossed over or ignored like it is

I don’t think nintendo was ever gonna elaborate or really recognize it in the game, they never go super in depth on anything in Zelda games from my experience, and I doubt Jojo will really get into it in LU mainly just because she has so much going on with eight other dudes and potentially two more (based on the header on the linked universe blog)

I saw a lot of characterizations of Warriors and opinions of him that made me so confused and also a bit mad, such that he is a womanizer or a stupid twink (of which he is neither), and that’s a huge reason I started writing fanfiction for this fandom. Firstly to just create more content for my favorite character because I rarely saw any that focused on him, and secondly because I didn’t like some (NOT ALL) of how I was seeing him characterized. (i cannot emphasize enough: NOT ALL people in the fandom characterized him this way, I saw plenty of amazing and beautiful characterizations of Warriors)

I do not think he is a womanizer at all, in fact I fully believe his flirtatious behavior is a defense mechanism. I think his ‘woman problems’ are the fact that he’s afraid of women (especially older women) he doesn’t know or trust, but also that’s just my opinion. And I am genuinely a bit worried that now that people have stopped talking about how they noticed he seemed off a few updates ago and now that they’re saying he’s back to normal that people are going to start reducing him to a stupid dramatic twink again, as if Warriors was not the one who came up with the initial plan to fight Dink and was not the first one to fight him. As if this is not a man who lead a god damn army. As if everything he’s done and everything he is no longer matters because he’s ‘pretty’

anyways I have a lot of thoughts about him in general and im just glad the fandom has been treating him better as of late, but i am a bit worried it’s just gonna go back to how it was

thanks for the ask!! sorry i got a bit carried away 😭

[eunseoksimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/eunseoksimp/744285282149498880/hiii-i-love-your-fics-your-writing-hurts-good

Hiii! It could be a part 2 if you want to write this but it doesn't matter <333 whatever you do it'll be nice 👌

i’m so sorry this took so long anon, i was so busy last week but i hope you enjoy <3

Pairings: jung sungchan x reader

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids), breeding kink

a/n: read part one to understand this a bit more :

can’t come over tonight. team dinner.

you frowned, staring at your screen, rereading the message and willing it to change to something that you actually wanted to see.

sungchan, saying no to a session with you?

it was practically unheard of.

you had noticed how over the past two weeks he had started to feel a little more distant. not by choice of course.

the summer basketball tournament was around the corner, and being captain of the team, he was more preoccupied than usual.

but you just didn’t get it.

why did your heart ache whenever he kissed your knuckles and told you he had to leave early?

why did you feel funny whenever you had to watch him leave. was the sex getting too good?

ever since that night, the day he edged you to no end, forcing you to tell him that you loved him, things were not the same.

he fucked you until you were seeing stars, till you were writhing in his grip, gasping for air as you begged him.

‘please. i can’t,’ you told him, but he just shook his head, licking his lips.

‘of course you can. you’re my good girl.’

he flipped you on your back and thrust into you so harshly that you had to bury your head in your pillow to stop yourself from screaming out.

your legs were already giving out, throat hoarse, but he just kept going and going.

he pounds into you like he hates you, hand wrapped around your throat as he lifts you up to rest your back on him.

‘no more?’ he asked, three orgasms later.

you weren’t even able to focus on the words leaving his lips, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shut your eyes.

sungchan had fucked you stupid.

he had always been amazing in bed, one of the few men who actually cared about you cumming too.

but this was on another level.

you felt so emotional in the moment, the salty liquid pricking your eyes as you took a shaky hand to hold onto his.

‘thank you,’ you said, your voice trembling, barely able to get any words out.

‘look at my angel being so polite. you’re welcome baby,’ he leaned down, his larger arms engulfing you as he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

using his thumb to wipe the drops of tears on your cheek, he sat back, admiring you.

how fucked out you looked, hair sticking to your forehead, skin flushed and lips glossy.

your bedsheets were completely ruined, wet spots sprayed all around the fabric.

‘you’re so pretty. wish i could photograph you right now,’ he murmured against your skin, and you hummed, loving the feeling of how close he was now.

when he moved, you whined, desperate to pull him back and he chuckled.

‘i need to get you all cleaned up angel. i can’t leave you like this.’

he retreated into the bathroom, and you lay on your back, still trying to recover from what had just happened.

your chest felt all warm as you watched him use a towel to clean you up, something he always did for you.

it was different now though, it just felt so tender, even more so because you were too weak to do anything by yourself and he pampered you.

he displayed his strength, easily picking you up and taking you to the bathroom, where you saw he had already run you a bath, using your favourite scents.

he let you soak in the warm water, sighing as you felt your body relax a bit, all whilst he busied himself changing your sheets and getting you a new change of clothes.

even when you were done he dried you off, doing your nighttime routine for you.

he was so patient, lathering the different serums onto your skin, moisturising your skin with the correct creams.

and then he tucked you in, pulling your fresh covers up to your chest, making sure you were comfortable.

‘stay with me,’ you pleaded when he turned to leave, and you could see the initial look of shock on his face before he broke out into a grin.

‘as you wish princess,’ he settled into the space into you, drawing you near and wrapping his arms around you, playing with your hair till you fell asleep.

you were unable to describe that night with words, but you knew that it had changed things.

you had always treated sungchan as nothing more than a fuck buddy, someone there simply to satisfy your needs.

but you began to feel a pit of fire burn within you, craving for something else, and it scared you.

it was all becoming too confusing, and you started to rule it as becoming too attached to the sex.

and you didn’t need sungchan to get off, anybody would do.

so you immediately texted eunseok, who was more than happy to show up at your door not even 20 minutes later.

he wasn’t as gentle as sungchan was, everything with him rough and messy, but you liked it like that.

at least you thought you did.

‘fuck, you’re squeezing me too tight love. i might cum soon,’ he says through gritted teeth, head thrown back as he mustered up as much self control as possible.

you, on the other hand, were nowhere near your climax. eunseok’s brutal pace and manhandling often left you gasping for air, quick to reach your orgasm.

but now you lay underneath him, peering up at him with wide eyes as you wondered what the problem could be.

all you could think about was sungchan. and it was starting to disturb you.

why was he starting to occupy such a large space of your mind?

why was it that for the first time eunseok didn’t make you cum.

why did you want him to be the one on top of you?

you couldn’t sleep anymore, your eyes straining in the dark as you typed away on your computer, hoping to find some answers.

oxytocin. also known as the love hormone, the thing responsible for promoting feelings of attachment and bonding.

that had to be it.

it wasn’t that your feelings for sungchan had changed.

he had just fucked you so good that you were confused for a second.

there was no way someone like you could come close to having romantic feelings for someone else.

you couldn’t.

your perception of love was extremely skewed, only having your parents relationship as a model.

your dad was horrible to your mother, abusing her, belittling her.

he had left your life a long time ago, building a new life with the woman who had destroyed your family.

you watched as the state of your mother decayed, and she became nothing more than a lifeless being, teary eyed and unable to enjoy life anymore.

‘i will never get myself to that point,’ you made a silent promise, refusing to let men get too close to you.

sex. that was all they were good for.

so life continued on as usual for you. soon you became so busy with assignments and work to even think about anything else.

from classes, to meetings with academic advisors, straight to 6 hour shifts.

it was beginning to take a toll on you, both mentally and physically.

it didn’t even surprise you when you woke up two weeks later with a splitting headache, drenched in your own sweat.

scrambling for your phone, you called off sick before flopping back onto your bed.

the wise thing to do would be to ask for some help, to let any of your friends to take care of you, but you hated making people worried.

so even though your head was pounding like a drum, and the air became hot and stuffy, with a struggle to breathe, you told yourself to deal with it on your own.

attempts to get up and make food failed, as you couldn’t even make it past the bedroom door before feeling like passing out, let alone standing in the kitchen to make a meal.

you lay helplessly, watching as the day passed by before your very eyes, a half opened bottle of water the only substance that had entered your body.

it was evening at this point, and just as you decided to stop being stubborn and cal someone, your phone rang.

‘hello?’

‘hey, i just finished my game. we won of course,’ sungchan sounded so excited and you rolled your eyes.

‘did you call me to brag or something,’ a cough escaped your lips, your throat feeling scratchy.

‘no i called because i wanted to see you. are you alright, you sound sick?’

‘i am sick, i must have-‘

‘i’m on my way, be there in 30,’ and then he cut the phone.

sighing, you debated whether you should stay under the covers and continue to burn up, or go without them and freeze.

there was no reason for sungchan to come over. you were in no shape to have sex with anyone, so why else would he come and see you?

you didn’t realise how much time you spent thinking until the bell rung.

desperately wishing you didn’t have to move, it was the continuous ringing followed by some haste knocking that made you get up.

shuffling toward the door, it took the entirety of your strength to not topple over.

holding yourself up by the door handle, pushing it open, you felt the cool air tickling your damp skin and it gave you a sense of relief.

however your face turned into one of shock when you saw who was on the other side.

‘what do you want?’

sungchan said nothing as he pushed past you to get inside and you didn’t have the strength to stop him.

‘how's your temperature? any headaches? have you eaten? what about fluids? you have to make sure you're drinking plenty of water.’

‘calm down meredith grey, someone would think you had a medical degree or something.’

"please just answer the question,’ he pleaded and your eyes narrowed at him.

‘i can’t have sex with you, i do hope you know that.’

‘of course you can’t, you’re sick,’ he looked offended, as if the fact you thought that was on his mind, made him upset.

‘so there’s no need for you to be here anymore. you can see yourself out please,’ you pointed towards the door, already ready to head back to your bed.

‘but-‘

‘just leave me alone,’ your voice startles him as he puts the bag full of ingredients and medicine down.

‘you can feel however you want to feel about me but let me take care of you first.’

‘why are you trying so hard to stay over? what do you want from me?’

‘there’s nothing i want other than for you to be okay. stop being stubborn.’

sungchan i-" but you couldn't finish your sentence, clutching on to the edge of the countertop, head reeling.

he rushes to your side, helping you stand up and it's only then that he can feel how warm your body is.

"you need to lie down. may i?" he asks for permission before carrying you and placing you very carefully on your bed.

he brought a hand up to your forehead, burning under his palm.

"i'll be back," he said before retreating to the kitchen, and you had no strength to argue with him any further.

he rummaged around looking for a bowl, filling it with both hot and cold water and looking for a cloth before returning back to your side.

kneeling down, he soaked the cloth before using it on your exposed skin.

‘i'm making some chicken noodle soup, you can use some medicine after.’

‘thanks.’

true to his words, sungchan spent the whole evening looking after you at your beck and call.

slowly, you were starting to accepting his help, letting him spoon feed you the soup he made, or changing the bowl of water to press onto your skin.

‘how are you feeling now?’ he was massaging your aching body, his fingers traveling down your frame cautiously, almost like he was too scared to touch you, as if it was his first time.

the contrast of his cool hands on your warm skin gave some kind of relief as you closed your eyes and sighed.

‘a little better.’

"that's good."

in no time you felt your eyes fluttering shut, struggling to keep them open.

‘you can fall asleep, there's no need to force yourself to stay awake. i'm right here.’

his voice was so comforting that you felt yourself eventually succumb to your slumber.

and when you woke up in the middle of your nap, sungchan was sleeping at an awkward angle by your body, arms reaching out to you.

sitting up slightly, you moved his head into your lap and started playing with his hair.

even in his sleep he looks perfect.

his eyelashes were so long and curly, eyebrows furrowed as his pink lips slightly parted.

your fingers traced his features and you silently admired his sleeping form.

‘what am i even doing?’

you retract your hand, feeling the urge to pee.

you attempted to get up to go to the toilet in a way that wouldn’t wake him up, but you ended up hitting your leg and cursing out loud.

sungchan jolts up at the noise, ‘what happened? are you okay?’ he reaches out for you.

‘i just wanted to go to the bathroom,’ it was embarrassing, your skin flushing as you coughed and looked away.

‘come here,’ he pulls you closer, arms wrapped around your waist and lifting you off the ground to the bathroom.

‘thanks,’ you mumble as he sets you down, still too shy to look him in the eye.

when you finish your business, sungchan is right outside the door, leaning on the opposite wall.

"how's the fever? is it still bad?" he asked.

"not as bad as before."

his palm came up to your cheek, feeling your temperature, ‘you're still a bit warm love.’

he was too busy trying to take care of you that he didn't notice the tint of pink that painted your cheeks at the name used.

for a moment you both locked eyes, your heart fluttering at the deep concern shown in his eyes.

did he really care about you?

‘do you want to watch something?’ he proposed, and you nodded your head, hoping that something would ease the butterflies running rampant in your stomach.

but just as you expected, you couldn’t focus on the show.

‘can i ask you something?’ you spoke up after almost half an hour of mostly silence.

‘of course you can love.’

‘why do you keep saying you like me? for the sex?’ the question gnawed at your brain.

he knew from the beginning he wasn’t getting anything out of staying here with you, so why was he bothering?

‘i mean the sex is great, but that doesn’t even make up for 10% of the reason i like you,’ he confessed, and your eyes widened, peering up at him.

there was no way what he was saying was true.

he was blinded by lust, that had to be it.

‘i could write poems about you, dedicate whole books to you.’

‘don’t lie to me.’

‘why is it so hard for you to believe that i like you?’ he tapped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

‘i find it so hard to suppress the affection i have for you, it consumes me. my feelings for you transcend the boundaries of rationality, defying all sensible objections and societal expectations.’

‘i know you won’t like me back, but i have struggled so hard to quell my emotions and it’s impossible. i’m in love with you,’ his eyes flickered down to your lips, but he quickly pulled away.

you couldn’t say anything, frozen in shock. somebody liking you for who you were, despite how mean you were? not for your body, or your looks?’

did you even deserve that?

long after sungchan had left you contemplated in bed, tossing and turning as his words circulated your mind.

you felt much better in the morning, courtesy of sungchan, but you didn’t feel at ease.

it was hard to decipher the weird way you felt nervous just thinking about him.

someone who had taken such good care of you, but demanded nothing in return.

you had to see him tonight.

so when night fell, you immediately grabbed for your phone and texted him.

i need you.

he’s over as soon as possible, not even thirty minutes after you sent the text.

‘how are you feeling pretty?’ his hands come to rest on your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

‘sungchan. please, i need you,’ your eyes were closed, breath laboured as you leaned into his touch.

it felt like everything was intensified, one bit of contact with your skin and you felt yourself burning up.

‘you know i’ve got you angel,’ he kisses you on the forehead before lifting you up, carrying you to your room.

he laid you down so gently, his hand coming underneath the back of your head.

he hovered over you, watching your facial expressions, trying to understand what was happening.

everything was typical to all of sungchan’s previous visits. except the look in your eyes.

you didn’t snap at him to hurry up because you were getting impatient. you didn’t pounce on him as soon as you opened the door, barely leaving any room for any conversation.

you looked up at him expectantly, eyes filled with an emotion he’d never seen from you before.

it made his heart thump in his chest, the sight of your thighs pressing together, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

and you still didn’t say a word. this wasn’t like you.

his palm found solace in the dip of your waist, lips attaching themselves to your neck as your fingertips grazed the hair on the back of his neck.

everything felt so intimate, like it was in slow motion, no rush to tug each others clothes off.

you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you tilted your neck a little more to give sungchan access.

‘you look so pretty,’ he pulls back, admiring the marks on your neck, his marks.

the smile on your face was genuine, a blush settling on your cheeks as you looked up at him.

‘thank you.’

‘you’re welcome baby. let me make my pretty girl feel good.’

his words travelled straight down to your core, clenching over nothing as you reached for his hand.

‘make love to me.’

something inside of sungchan stirred as he heard those words, a new found determination to make this the best sex you would ever experience.

he wouldn’t stop until you begged him to, a soaking mess underneath him. he was less concerned with his own release, focusing only on your pleasure.

the world around you was starting to blur together, eyes terribly unfocused as the only sensation you could feel is the way sungchan’s cock dragged against your walls.

you had lost count of how many orgasms it had been now, desperately clinging onto sungchan so his chest was flush against yours.

overwhelmed by the pleasure you grabbed him by the chin, and for the first time since the both of you had started hooking up, you were the one that kissed him.

it was fervent and sloppy, with a great sense of urgency, as if the both of you would die without it.

you moan into his mouth when you feel him rubbing small circles on your clit, back arching as you could barely keep your eyes open.

‘fuck sungchan, it feels so good,’ you whine as your body instinctively starts to push away from him.

‘i know baby, i know. you’re being such a good girl for me, just one more i promise,’ he was over the moon, feeling like this was the first time there was real love and passion between the two of you.

he was drunk on this feeling, not wanting it to end so soon. he didn’t want you to go back to your cold self, mercilessly kicking him out of your room once you were both done.

he wished it could last forever, him permanently nestled inside of you for the rest of his life.

but he had been practicing great restraint with the way you were constantly squeezing around him, and the kiss you had given him meant he wasn’t going to last much longer.

he picked up the pace, lifting your legs up as he entered you from a new angle, loving the way you didn’t hold back your moans anymore, chanting his name.

‘sungchan fuck, i’m about to cum,’ your head was clouded, fingers shaking as your reached up into his hair and pulling it.

your legs were shaking, the feeling of every ridge of his cock becoming all too much.

‘let it out for me baby, i’m right here. cum for me angel.’

his words gave you that final push, the coil in your stomach snapping, your orgasm washing over you so intensely that your head falls back, pussy clenching around him so violently.

he fucks you through your orgasm, calling you a good girl as he brings a kiss to both of your thighs.

‘almost there angel,’ sungchan grunts, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

your pussy still fluttered around him, so warm and tight, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he came.

he was preparing himself to pull out, until he felt your legs hook around his waist, arms coming around his neck, as your forehead rest against his.

‘fuck angel, i-i’m about to cum, i need to-‘

‘cum inside of me. please, i need it,’ you begged.

‘fuck,’ sungchan groaned, trying his hardest to stay rational, shaking his head.

‘you’re- fuck- it’s ovulation week i-‘

‘please fill me up, want it all inside of me baby,’ your words were not making it easy for him, and sungchan feared it was almost getting too late.

‘cum inside of your pussy, it’s all yours. don’t care if we have babies,’ you’re babbling at this point, drool pooling by the side of your mouth, nails digging into his shoulder blade as you use your legs to trap him.

‘oh baby, you want to have my babies that badly, don’t you?’

‘yes, fucking breed me, empty it all inside of me. i’m your good girl i can take it,’ your babbles send him over the edge, flooding you with his cum.

you milk his cock dry, practically stuffed as more and more seems to gush out.

for a while he’s frozen, watching the way most of his cum drips out of you, and he’s not sure words would be able to describe how it’s making him feel.

‘thank you,’ your throat was hoarse, and you spoke barely above a whisper but he still heard you.

you drew him nearer, kissing him gently, hands playing with the tufts of his hair.

he didn’t know how to interpret what had just happened between the two of you.

was it just because you were ovulating? you had never held him so tightly before, initiating kisses, asking him to cum inside.

he wasn’t the only person you were with, so it was a mutual agreement that he would either use a condom or pull out, and you both obeyed those rules.

so what changed?

his mind was preoccupied with these thoughts, even as he cleaned you up, helping you wear a fresh pair of clothes.

he waited for your next move, expectant of you to tell him you had fun before not so kindly sending him on his way.

but you didn’t. instead you watched him put his clothes back on, playing with your fingers as you sat up in bed.

‘stay with me tonight?’ he could tell you were nervous to ask him, and he tried not to appear to excited as he nodded.

slipping into the space next to him, you were the one to wrap yourself around him first, legs going around his stomach.

what were you up to?

it was silent, the only source of noise being the tick of the clock that hung on your wall.

‘i’ve been thinking sungchan,’ you broke the silence, and he turned his head to look at you.

‘what’s on your mind?’

‘i fucking hated the idea of relationships. it felt like it was the beginning of me setting myself up to be hurt. i gave up hope on being with someone a long time ago.’

‘i thought it would be hard for someone- for someone to like me for me, you know,’ there was a lump in your throat, and you felt sungchan rub circles on your back.

‘i’ve felt empty for so long, i guess i thought sex would be enough to fill that gap, but i was wrong.’

you took a deep breathe, unsure of how to say what you wanted to say.

‘so, let’s do it.’

‘do what my love?’

‘the um- relationship thing. let’s try,’ a part of you expected him to laugh, to take back the words he told you three days ago.

sungchan wasn’t saying anything, and you were starting to feel a bit nauseous, looking up at his face but frowning at what you saw.

‘are you crying?’ even in the dimly lit room it was easy to see the trails of tears sliding down his cheeks.

it made a few tears slip down your cheeks too, grateful that somebody could even like you this much.

‘that’s all i’ve wanted to hear from you, since the first time i met you actually.’

‘i promise i’ll never make you cry again. unless i’m fucking you too good of course,’ you smack his thigh at his little joke, but he doesn’t even mind it.

the girl of his dreams was finally his.

‘thank you for letting me love you.’

‘thank you, for loving me.’

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Alice and Colleen here with an exciting update for our OF subscribers! We're so glad you guys love our content and our sexy, feminine bodies, we love making videos for all of you and it warms our hearts how much love you guys show. But we both decided it's time we finally be honest with you all that we're detransitioning! We've been off estrogen for a month, and already our bodies are starting male puberty. But we decided to do the usual mtftm special and tonight we'll be on stream giving each other our first doses of testosterone while we still sort of look like girls. Kind of.

We're also going on cock growth pills. No more adorable two-inch cocks we rub together as we scissor. We both want our cocks so huge they're thicker around than our wrists. Down to our knees, rock hard all the time, our balls unnaturally inflated by all the synthetic hormones to grow to the size of plums. We'll finally get to cum like the boys we're meant to be. We can't wait to hot the gym, load up on muscle gain powder, and become full-fledged men, built like tanks, totally unrecognizable, sitting all day in the gym, waiting for unsuspecting pregnant college girls to come in and do yoga or some light running, their huge milk-filled breasts spilling out. We talk constantly about how fun it'll be to gang up on some girl like that and show her what it means to have some real cock fill her well-used holes.

We wanted to hold on and stay as fakegirls, pretending to be some idealized, porn-fantasy version of a lesbian couple. Ultra fem, wearing tiny bikinis everywhere, schoolgirl uniforms, tiny sundress with hems that barely reach past our asses or little cocks, showing them off whenever a little breeze rolls by. We make out in public, and when men approach us, we do our usual routine where we pretend not to want it, telling them we're only into 'other girls', only for them to shove their cocks down our throats or up our asses, which we graciously accept, no matter where we are. It's been so fun living out such a hot fantasy, but it's way too tempting to finally detrans. Doesn't help that our parents send us detrans content, like, every day. And so do our friends, and college professors, and coworkers......

We watch it all and rub our stunted little cocks like clits, cumming over and over like the depraved boys we really are. It's SO hot seeing beautiful fakegirls getting forced to become big burly men who can't control their sexual urges at all. Every time they wind up this way. From curvy, gorgeous, plump-assed, big-breasted, totally perfectly feminine in every way, to hulking muscle-men, hairy, no manners, ultra horny and sex-obsessed. From fun-loving and intelligent, to mindless oafs, their only hobbies become jerking off and raping the prettiest, curviest, most pregnant girls they can find. The perfect prey, unable to get away, irresistible, with bellies begging the world to be stuffed with as many cocks as possible. It's amazing how just a month with no estrogen and we're already so masculine and obsessed with getting our cocks nice and big for all of our future victims--I mean lovers! I hope you're excited to see our content go from softcore sapphic stuff to hardcore public fucking and rape--but let's be honest, bellies filled to the brim with sextuplets are the same thing as consent. Don't you agree? ❤️"

[sinpathyforthedevilish]

Don't Go (Stay With Me For a Little While)

Words: 657

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC Cassandra (Joel calls her Cassie, Cass, Bambi)

Genre: Neighbours to lovers, enemies to lovers, humor, romance

Warning: Mentions of sexual content, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

Summary: Cassie is done with men. She is done with failure dates, dumb promises and her lack of confidence. So she does what she knows best. She fantasizes her wicked neighbour and irrevocably number one enemy, joel Miller, in her shower.

a/n: this will probably be a series of one-shots about these two amazing characters who have been invading my mind for a little while. Enjoy!

It's the fifth date of the month so far and Cassandra is so so tired. She is exhausted of hearing the same pick-up lines over and over again. The same pervy stares at her breasts and her ass. The same mundane questions about her life. What do you do for a living? Do you have a pet? I am not looking for something serious right now, and you?.

Once she closes the door of her apartment, she takes off her sequined dress as well as her heels and heads towards the bathroom, hoping for a relaxing shower. When the water starts running, she immediatley steps in, letting the hot water clash against her cold skin. She throws her head back, feeling how the teardrops invade her tense skin. With both hands, she pushes her hair back and masssages her nape with the body soap.

I am so done with these assholes. She thinks.

Her make up is now a mess: her mascara slipping down her cheeks and her lipstick has almost faded. She feels indeed like a mess. She is definitely beautiful but why she doesn't feel the same way about herself? She only knows one man who can make her feel like that. Gorgeous, sexy, powerful.

Suddenly, she feels a strong figure behind her, pushing her wet hair back over her shoulder. A pair of soft lips splashing kisses on her neck and her cheek.

"Joel?" she trembles, almost moaning at the feel of his exquisite mouth.

"Shh Bambi, it's okay," he whispers with his husky voice.

"Fuck, Joel," she turns around and crashes into his strong chest, letting a loud sob. This time, she will not fight him like she usually does. This time, she needs him. So so bad.

"It's okay baby girl, it's okay," He consoles her, cupping the back of her wet head. He strokes both of her cheeks, staring at her with those galaxy-shaped eyes. "Don't cry honey, please," he wipes her smeared make up.

"Why is it that nobody wants me, joel? Why do men only see me as a fuck doll? as a hole? I don't want to be just that," She complains, looking for an answer as Joel traces her skin with his calloused hands, listening peacefully. "I am not a woman to be desired. I am not worth it."

"Yes, baby, you are-"

"No, that's not true, Joel-"

"You are so beautiful, darling," He walks her against the bathroom tiles. "You are so fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman I know."

She wants him, so fucking bad. She wants him to ruin her in every possible way.

"Joel-"

The sudden feeling of his lips against hers are the answer. He grips her face as he opens her mouth with his tongue. She wraps her arms around his neck, feeling his strong shoulders. He grabs her waist with possession and desire, as she wraps her leg around his middle.

"Joel, fuck!" She moans as he kisses her neck.

"Repeat after me," He growls in her ear. "I am smart."

"I am... smart," she sighs.

"I am beautiful," he moans in her cheek, his center meeting hers as his right hand slowly dips down her tummy.

"I am beautiful," she moans back, turning her gaze to him. They are finally connected. Just them and nobody else.

"I am strong," he orders against her mouth. His thumb now about to press on her clit. Just one more kiss and she would be his.

"I am...very strong," she breathes.

"That's my good girl," he chuckles, one cute dimple appearing on his face.

"Joel, touch me," She urges, cupping his hand pressed on her navel but he smirks devilishly, pressing a fierce kiss on her forehead, and slowly pulling away from her.

"Joel, please," She begs, but it's too late. His figure is no longer beside her . Just her own fingers inside her folds and her fantasy floating in the steam.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 19

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: None

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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I don’t give myself time to miss Jensen as I spend every spare minute preparing for the audition. I finally pick a song: Hopelessly Devoted To You. I want the best chance to show that I can be a good Sandy. Between memorising the monologue and lyrics, I work on staying active. There’s no way of knowing what the choreography will be, so I can’t practice that, but I can make sure I’m prepared for anything. I try to enact everything I’ve learnt in class. 

When I finally check my phone I see a bunch of texts from Jensen, mostly links to articles about relaxation.

Good luck with the audition tomorrow!You’ll do amazing!Don’t get too in your headJust relax and be yourselfI hope these articles help

I want to call him but know I need to rest my voice after hours of singing and rehearsing otherwise it will all be for nothing.

I’ll read them now Thanks

In the large auditorium, I collect my number and stick it to my shirt before heading with everyone else to the main stage. The director introduces herself and welcomes everyone before introducing the choreographer and leaving him to teach a routine. He leads a quick stretch and warm up to ensure no one’s going to pull a muscle or injure themselves before going through a jazz routine. We go over it a few times slowly with him counting us in and walking around the stage providing guidance were possible, before he puts on some music and leads it at a faster pace. I focus on hitting every beat and making each step while also steadying my breathing so I don’t panic. Once he’s satisfied with everyones understanding of the short dance he restarts the song and the director comes back onto the stage. She wanders around assessing everyone as we focus on the moves. Once the song comes to an end, she thanks everyone and ushers us back into the hall to wait for the next instructions. I take a seat on the ground leaning against a wall and sip water as I relax my body and steady my breathing and heartrate. While I sit there I also run through the monologue. 

Time passes slowly as I wait for my number to be called. As I wait one of the other girls sits beside me and we chat. I’m thankful for the welcome distraction as we help each other relax. When I finally hear my number she wishes me luck and I stand up and make my way back to the stage. As I enter the big doors again the sound mixer asks for my song selection, so I tell her and she lines it up while explaining to give her a nod when I’m ready. I then walk into the middle of the stage, marked with a red X made out of duct tape. The director welcomes me and tells me to start whenever I’m ready. I take a few deep breaths and nod over at the sound department. The notes of Hopelessly Devoted to You echo through the hall and I start to sing. I draw on old emotions from when I was devoted to men who cast me aside and tear up alittle. After the first chorus the music fades out and I relax for a beat before moving into the monologue. I deliver it with power, emotion and passion. When I finish she thanks me and urges me to wait in the hall. 

I know better than to get my hopes up or get too disappointed too early, so I go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face to quell the adrenaline and nerves. I know they won’t announce callbacks until the end of the day, so I find a secluded space outside yet undercover and out of the freeing breeze and light drizzling snow. I pull out my phone and in lieu of messaging the person who got me into the mess in the first place, I message Jensen.

Audition’s done. Just waiting for them to announce callbacks So nervous

A few seconds later his name pops up on my screen. I slide across to answer.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asks in his deep Texan drawl.

“I already told you. Nervous!”

“That’s normal, but how do you think you went? You happy with your performance?”

“Yeah. I’m proud of myself.”

“That’s my girl. I’m proud of you too. Give me a reason to come watch some broadway.”

“You’ll be back in Vancouver by the time live shows start.”

“I get weekends. I’d make time to come see you.”

“If you start coming to New York regularly people are gona start asking questions.”

“Let ‘em. I don’t care. I’d only be worried about it impacting you, but I can be discreet. We can make it work.”

“I gotta get a callback first. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I know you wouldn’t have had to do auditions in a while, but surely you remember the process and slim chances.”

“All too well. But I can tell by the state of your apartment that you take rejection better than I used to…I remember putting my fist through a wall and then calling my dad in tears.”

“I’ve never put my fist through a wall, but there’s definitely been tears.”

“Yeah, it’s a rough industry, but I have every faith that you can- Uh, sorry, Darlin’, I gotta go, my agent’s calling.”

“Alright, I’ll text you later,” I say before the line goes silent.

As the sun starts to set the chill sets in. I wander back into the heated foyer. People of all ages sit or stand around the room, mostly engrossed in their phones or idle chatter while they move from foot to foot or bounce their leg. A few girls in the far corner are even doing star jumps and squats. The room is a weird stale mix between body odor, deodorant and perfume. I miss the fresh air of outside, but my chilled body welcomes the super charged heat. I find a free patch of carpet by the door and sit down. My foot taps quietly against the floor in my high-top boots. 

After what feels like an eternity, an assistant that I’d seen around earlier comes out of the stage doors with a stack of papers. She ushers a group away that are leaning against a large cork board before slowly pinning up each sheet. I know the same pages will be scanned onto their website by morning, but there’s nothing quite like the atmosphere in the room; it’s one of the things I like about stage productions over TV or movies where they just get your agent. I patiently wait as the people closer to the board crowd around before either cheering or sighing and storming or sulking out of the foyer into the cold, dark night. As I’m watching people react to the casting I spot the girl I was talking to before my audition. She looks over her shoulder and skims around the room before she spots me and waves me over with a smile. I quickly throw my backpack over my shoulder and hurry over to join her. 

“Let’s find out together. Good luck!” She says as I catch up to her.

Despite Sandy being the lead role and the one that most girls dream of, she said she had a soft spot for Frenchy, and the cotton-candy pink hair to match. So I’m glad to go up with someone who is not in direct competition, although even if she was, I’d be a good sport about it. She grabs my hand and squeezes as she pulls me through the small crowd to read the cast list. My eyes go straight to the top of the list, but next to Sandy is Mary Jacobs. I scan down the first page just to make sure I didn’t get cast in any other role. Finally on the third page across I find my name, I feel a bubble of hope at getting a role, even if it is just: Female Student #3 - Ensemble. I accept my fate with a sullen smile as my new friend motions to the final page: the list of understudies. She holds two fingers on the page as she smiles at me. My jaw drops as I see my name in the third column next to Sandy Olsson and hers next to Frenchy.

“It means we could still get a matinee performance…Or if the lead God forbid falls sick for a night…” She offers with a hopeful smile.

“Looks like we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other, fellow understudy.”

We step back and input our numbers into each other’s phones so we can keep in contact about the rehearsals. We share a quick meal together at a closeby fast food joint in the city as we gush over our future roles and how awesome it’s going to be to perform on the big stage for real finally. We become quick friends and my nerves settle slightly at knowing that I’ve got someone in my corner as I go into this new world. 

On the subway I text Jensen:

May I introduce to you……Drum roll please…Female Student #3…

His little speech bubble pops up and disappears multiple times.

And understudy for Sandy!I’m gonna be on broadway, Baby!!

You’re happy?

We can’t all get the lead Understudy to the lead isn’t bad There’ll likely be a chance that I’ll get to do a matinee I got a part I’ve never even gotten ensemble before So to get that as well as understudy for the lead

I guess I’m not used to understudies We don’t exactly have an understudy in TV Stunt doubles, sure But not understudies But if you’re happy, I’m happy

I’m happy

I’m glad I’m so so proud of you

Can I call you later?I just wanna call my mom and tell her too

You told me before your parents? I’m honored But tonight’s not gonna be good for me I’m having drinks with a friend Call tomorrow?

Sure Enjoy your night

You too, Darlin’ And congratulations!

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Monster F-er Anon here with some important questions

Would Genderbent Oliva name be Olivia?

She would still be a dorky, funny yet highly intelligent woman, but she’s more persuasive because she and her Darling are both women, so there’s not issue showing your body in front of her (And she’s so relaxed and cheerful you can’t detect any Red Flags when she wants you to say in her room, as the other prisoners might hurt her Darling, so that’s more the reason for her to stay inside)

She’d also probably like it if you gave her a cute nickname, it just means she can give you 10x as many cute little nicknames

Or better yet, Genderbent Jun (If he’s fine as a man, imagine how amazing Jun would be as a woman 😩) Her accent would sound even sexier and more seductive (Would her name be June?) who’s even more persuasive (She’s convinced Darling to shower together as a way to keep her safe from all the filthy pigs men that would take advantage of her, no need to feel shy from her body’s touching your back as she’s washing your hair, she needs to be really close to wash it really good, mind returning her the favor?)

Imagine these two woman, Miss. Unchained and Miss. Number 2 pinning after the same woman (That ‘Miss.’ will soon be changed to Mrs. when these woman are through with their Darling )

I felt so flustered writing this 😳 (Very Spicy 🌶)

Biscuit Oliva would be Biscuit Olivia. And Jun Guevara would Julianna Guevara.

Aged up characters.

Minors DNI. WLW and yandere content

Bambi (Baki) Hanma would take you to America with her and that’s how you met those two women. She told you it’d be a fun ‘girls trip.’ Yet the two of you ended up getting arrested. Bambi didn’t think the two of your would be separated but you were! She’s frantically trying to find you so she can get you back. You were in danger!

Youre ordered to strip by some officers with lecherous grins on their faces, but you’re saved by number 2, Julianna Guevara. She yells at those porcos to leave you alone if they knew what was good for them. The muscular Latina quickly grabbing your hand and guiding you away. She was the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen… and her hair was so pretty! She smelled like the ocean.

Now you’re a sight for sore eyes for this pirate. What’s a cute little thing like you doing without someone strong to protect you? She instantly takes you under her wing. She’s incredibly persuasive in getting you to be her ‘friend.’ Julianna loves talking about the ocean and about her life before getting arrested. She shares her entire life story with you (Julianna loves to talk)

Julianna is jealous of Bambi and is so mean to Bambi (without you around). She purposely keeps you two separated. Julianna is very kind to you and she makes sure you’re taken care of. No one is ever to give you a hard time! You’re her little anjo! She makes sure you get better food than the other prisoners and that you’re eating enough.

She’s very touchy. She kisses your cheeks and hangs her body over yours. It isn’t uncommon for her to wear just a sports bra and her orange prison pants. She smiles whenever she makes you blush. You’re so very cute and she’s decided to stake her claim. You’re her bottom bitch.

Julianna wraps one of her bandanas around your wrist as a sign of ownership to the other prisoners. She’s never far from you. She’s even able to convince (beat up) the porcos so you two are cell mates. She’s very affectionate to you and it’s not uncommon for her to sneak her hands in your pants while you’re dozing off and whisper romantic sweet nothing in your ears. She’s very dominant.

Julianna loves taking showers with you. Her hands will scrub your back for you and she’ll even wash your hair for you. She’d be over the moon if you return the favor. Don’t drop the soap

You are able to finally get some breathing room and you finally find Bambi. You’re so thrilled and you run towards her, only to run straight into a wall… wait. That was a woman.

You apologize to the giant woman before you. The woman leaning down to reveal a rather pretty face. Biscuit Olivia introduces herself and flips her long, black dreads over her shoulder. What a cute little thing you were! But why were you here in prison? There’s no way someone as mousy as you belonged here.

Bambi tries pushing past Olivia to grab you as she blubbers out profuse apologies for getting you involved in this mess. And then if clicks. Bambi got you arrested by association. What a little-

Olivia shoves Bambi out of the way and immediately apologizes to you. She offers for you to stay in her cell in order to make up for your mistreatment. You tell her that you already have a cell mate. Olivia decides to do some digging on that later but for right now, she feels so awful for you!

Olivia is able to convince you to grab a meal with her. Her way of dining is similar to Kaori’s. Olivia is just as fancy although Olivia is much better company.

Olivia would smile the whole time as you listen to her babble. You were such a good listener… she appreciated the change. Olivia once had a lover but she had passed away due to disease so she’s been so lonely. You’re so sweet to her and you attentively listen to her woes.

Olivia even gives you permission to come see her anytime. She tells you her cell and arms are always open for you. It’s then that she notices the little bandana tied around your wrist and she’s pissed. How dare Julianna lay a filthy hand on you! But Olivia keeps her composure well. She’ll find out the full story behind it.

Oliva gets the two guards that harassed you fired immediately! How dare they try to violate you! She arranges for them to end up in prison with her influence.

Olivia would start dropping by to see you more often (much to Bambi’s and Julianna’s displeasure). The older woman bringing you flowers and gifts to try to woo you. Olivia is super romantic (you do think it’s amusing to see the muscular woman parading around in a suit all the time to see you).

Olivia catches wind of Julianna bathing you and she just can’t let it slide. Olivia whisks you to her private bathroom and allows you to get into her jet tub. She sits on the side of it and gently scrubs your back for you. It isn’t long before Oliva slips into the bubble bath with you so she can ‘clean’ you better

It starts getting late so she invites you to her room to spend the night. She gifts you a silk slip to wear to bed while she only wears an expensive set of black lingerie. You’re sweating bullets from how nervous you are when she makes you the little spoon.

Olivia presses fleeting kisses to your neck and shoulder as she asks you to stay with her. That you’ll be pampered for life and if you gave her the green light, she’d treat you like the perfect pillow princess you’re destined to be.

So who will you choose during your stay in Prison? Or will you go back to Japan with Bambi when she breaks the two of you out?

[kindnessisweakness2]

7

"You look fucking sexy!" Cara whistled as Emily emerged from her bedroom in a pair of tight black leather look trousers and a gold halter neck top. It left her back bare apart from one band that stretched across the width of her back keeping the cowl neck at the front flying away and exposing her boobs. Her tattoo on full display. Paired with black chunky heels and dangly gold earrings, her long black & purple hair was pulled up into a curly/messy up do. "I don't know Car, I feel like it's too much." Cara shook her head, her own ear rings shaking. "No! You look amazing." Emily looked at Cara's outfit. Tight black jeans, a red lacy body con that made her boobs look incredible and red heeled boots. Paired with a black leather jacket, red earings and her hair curled she was ready to go. The sound of a car horn made Cara grin. "That's our cab! No time to change now come on you beautiful bitch. Get out!" Emily groaned loudly as Cara pulled her along, barley having time to lock her front door.

Not even 15 minutes later and they were walking through the gates of Teller Morrow. Jax was right about there being a party. People filled the parking lot, loud thumping of music could be heard even from outside as girls danced around any man with a reaper patch. "Damn these boys know how to throw a party!" Cara whistled as the man that Emily knew as Juice walked past. "And blonde Adonis did not disappoint, that boy is fine with a capital F!" Cara's eyes did not leave Juice as he sat down next to Opie on the far tables by the boxing ring. " Your a horny bitch y'know that?" Emily giggled at her friend. Cara rolled her eyes turning to fully face an amused Emily. "Oh come on! Not like you don't think the exact same about Blondie! I know you Em! I bet your dirty little mind has already fucked that man 6 ways to Sunday!" The Shock on her face was clear as Emily adamantly denied it. "I have not imagined doing dirty things to Jaxon Teller, you bitch!" Emily playfully shoved Cara! "Oh well that disappoints me darlin" a gasp fell from her lips as she turned to face the one and only Prince. Cara giggling like a school girl beside her. Emily felt like the wind was knocked out of her. There he was in his baggy jeans, a grey checkered shirt and that fucking leather kutte she wished she could pull him around by. She would never admit it but fuck the things she wanted to do to him. "Your back tattoo is awesome." He smiled as he admired her back. The full dark image of the grim reaper etched into her back was her most loved tattoo to date. "Thanks! I got it when I was 19 back in England. It's my favourite of all I have." Jax smiled as he watched her light up, tattoos clearly were a passion of hers. "What's the quote say?" Jax leaned closer, his breath fanning across her neck making her shiver and her own breath catch in her throat. "You can be a king or a street sweeper, everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.' Emily recited the cursive words that were inked across her shoulders. "A reminder, both the lowest of the low and the highest will have to face the reaper one day. Regardless of anything, you never out run the reaper. It'll always catch up." Jax smiled wide at her. "Sorry I'm abit morbid. Death, superstition, fate all of it excites me." Emily looked down and picked at the nail polish on her fingers. Noah would constantly tell her to shut up about all that stuff. Hated her ink, regardless of it's meaning to her. Tattoos to him were a turn off. Cara watched it. The moment Emily got excited finally letting a piece of her wall slip away. She also noticed how quick she retreated into herself. Shut herself up without having to be told. Quickly thinking on her feet, knowing she needed to change the subject, Cara stepped forward."Can you introduce me to your friend? He's fit as fuck and like I said earlier we need sexy men!" Laughing at Jax's expression, Cara noticed Emily smile again. "Juice. She likes Juice." Jax nodded throwing his arm around Emily he lead them both towards the table where his brothers sat. "Yo Juice! This is Cara, shes a friend of Em's." Juice smiled at Cara as she went to sit next to him. And that was the moment Emily knew she lost her friend for the rest of the night.

"How are you Em?" Opie asked as everyone around the table smiled at her. Juice and Cara in their own little world, but Happy, Opie, Chibs and Halfsack all watched her with smiles. Shock and confusion must of been clear to see on her face because Chibs spoke up. "Don't worry darlin' we don't bite! Jackie boy here don't shut the hell up about ya. Oh and that lasagne you made...perfection!" He smiled as Jax went red. Emily couldn't help but smile back. He was comforting, had the whole daddy vibe going on. Before she could say anything back to Chibs, she jumped at the feeling of a hand trailing down her back. Turning quickly she locked eyes with Noah. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" She snapped. Noah flashed her a smile that months ago would've easy made her melt and give in. But now? Now it made her angry. "You Not gave in yet? Thought you would've calmed down by now." Jax tensed beside her. "Thought I told you to stay away prospect?" Noah bristled at the way he spat out the word prospect, like it was an insult. "When are you gonna accept the fact I'm done with you?" Noah's face scrunched in anger at her words."You being done have anything to do with the fact HIS bike was parked outside our house 3 nights ago?" He spoke through gritted teeth. Jax went to step forward but Emily's hand on his chest. This was her fight. "MY House. MY bed. MY Choice." Noah's hands shook With temper. "Oh so your not denying it? You had him in MY BED?" Emily felt the redness creeping up her neck spreading like fire. It wasn't embarrassment though, it was pure rage. "Oh you mean the bed you had that WHORE in? No not that I got rid of it. Just like I got rid of you you little weasel." The laughter from Jax tipped Noah over the edge. "I told you to stay away!" Out of nowhere, Noah was knocked to the floor by a feisty brunette. Cara standing over him high heeled boot hovering at his groin. "I dare you to move you little wanker." Noah looked up at her clearly pissed off. "fuck sake when did you get here?" Hands on her hips, Cara blew a fallen strand of hair from her face. "Not soon enough, clearly. Now listen to me..." Cara pushed her stiletto heel hard enough into his groin to make him groan but not near enough as hard as she wanted to. "This is your last warning to back off. I swear little boy, I'll stomp on them till their mush." When Noah didn't respond she pressed down slightly harder, making him groan in pain again. "Fine." He spat. When Cara didn't move her foot, Noah looked at her questioningly. "I think your missing something?" Noah grinded his teeth in anger. Looking at Emily who stood silently next to a grinning Jax, Noah mumbled a pathetic "I'm sorry." Cara sighed in fake disappointment. "I think you can do better than that." Noah muttered something about her being a crazy bitch. "I'm sorry Emily. I really am. I love -" Cara clapped her hands sarcastically, "Well done almost believed your performance. That'll have to do, your cutting into our fun now off you fuck!"

Emily looked blankly at Noah as she watched him pull himself up from the floor and with one last look sloped off into the clubhouse. She had an unsettling feeling in her stomach as it twisted and turned. Was it just the effect of seeing him again? If he thought Jax was sleeping with her did everyone else? Was this fun and games to Jax? Fuck around with the prospect and wind him up, get under his skin. She didn't know what to think. But there's one thing she couldn't deny and that's the way her heart leaped when she looked at Jax. The way her stomach fluttered. That feeling was hope. And she wouldn't allow herself to entertain it. She's messed up enough as it is right now. Jax could have anyone he wanted, it was a known fact he slept his way around Charming and she won't let her heart get crushed again.

Distance. That's what she needed.

[johaerys-writes]

A Helping Hand

Patrochilles | Modern AU | E | PWP | 4.5k

Patroclus isn’t horny for his best friend. He really isn't. It's just that the hoodie Achilles lent him a few days ago smells so good...

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Patroclus is not horny for his best friend. He absolutely isn’t.  

He has always liked girls. The few relationships he’s had, however brief, were for the most part positive experiences that ended on a more or less mutual and friendly understanding. Any interest he has ever felt for men has always been fleeting, easily forgotten or ignored. Patroclus just isn’t into guys all that much.

But Achilles is hot. He is unarguably, undoubtedly, overwhelmingly hot, perhaps the hottest man Patroclus has ever met, a truth universally acknowledged and that has remained uncontested since they became friends some twenty years back. His hair is the richest of golds and his eyes the most fetching of greens, and the fact that whenever they go to the gym together he can easily squat 100kg without breaking a sweat while wearing the sluttiest, tightest sports shorts known to man doesn’t help matters. 

Perhaps that is why Patroclus finds himself on his bed one evening, half dressed, jerking off like his life depends on it while pressing Achilles’ hoodie to his nose.

It isn’t entirely Patroclus’ fault. That should be noted somewhere, for posterity’s sake. Not to get weird on his homie of twenty years, but as good as Achilles’ looks, he smells even better. It doesn’t even have to do with his shampoo or his body wash or his deodorant or his after shave, as pleasant as those are. It is the smell of his body, his skin itself, that drives Patroclus crazy. It’s warm and musky and sweet, just a little spicy; even his sweat has a fresh, vibrant note to it, like taking a stroll through a spring garden. Patroclus can never help but linger a little too long when they hug, or secretly press his nose to his hair whenever Achilles falls asleep on his shoulder when they watch movies together. Achilles smells like heaven, and Patroclus could get drunk on that scent every day if he let himself. 

And he’s also just… such a great guy. Achilles is amazing. He’s Patroclus’ best friend and his foster brother and Patroclus loves him more than anyone he knows. He’s smart as hell, kind and generous and quirky, and Patroclus could listen to him talk for hours and never get bored. No one Patroclus knows has a bond like theirs, and it’s been quite exclusive for all the years they’ve known each other. No one knows Patroclus like Achilles knows him, and Patroclus is honoured that he can say the same for him. His smile could light up Patroclus’ entire day no matter how shitty it’s been—some days, all that keeps him sane is knowing that he’ll finish work and go back to his flat and find Achilles there, waiting for him. 

God, Achilles. Achilles. 

Patroclus squeezes his eyes shut. He takes a deep breath of the fabric that’s pressed to his face as he strokes himself faster, imagining it’s Achilles’ hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own. 

He’s so lost in the fantasy that he barely even hears Achilles’ bedroom door opening, and his footsteps down the hall. 

“Pat, did you take my phone charger again? I told you I needed it for—”

Patroclus’ door is flung open and then there’s Achilles’ standing at the doorway, staring at Patroclus wide-eyed.

Staring at Patroclus’ dick, which is currently hard and leaking and in full view between them.  

Words would not be able to describe Patroclus’ mortification. He hurriedly shoves the hoodie under his pillow and tucks himself in, but he can do nothing about the giant fucking hard-on that’s still visible through the fabric, nor the way he’s panting as if he’s run a mile.

“What,” he asks breathlessly, “what is it?”

Achilles’ eyes snap up to his face. They’re still wide and startled, but there’s a sort of hunger there Patroclus has never seen before. “Was that… my hoodie?” 

“No. I mean, yes. Um.” Patroclus pushes the hoodie a little deeper under the pillow, a pathetic attempt at hiding what they both very clearly see. “Sorry, I was just… I’ve been meaning to return it to you since I borrowed it a few days ago, but, uh…” 

He swallows thickly. His face is on fire. Patroclus hopes Achilles will get the message and walk away, leaving Patroclus to his miserable and shameful business, but instead Achilles closes the door and leans against it with the smuggest of smiles on his lips. 

“Well, don’t stop on my account.”

Patroclus gapes at him. Achilles' words don’t make sense to his brain, but they do make sense to his dick, apparently, as it gives a little jolt of interest. “Wh—what?”

“Keep going. Or do you need help with that?” He glances down at Patroclus and wets his lips. 

No, his brain screams at him. “Sure,” his treacherous mouth replies. 

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[judethebrood]

When Paris said "If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her. The emotional torture, from the head of your high table. She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate".

When Hozier said "When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her".

When Florence said "Then bow your head in the house of God. Little girl, who do you think you are? You think you need it, you think you want love. You wouldn't want it if you knew what it was".

When Lana said "Is it me, was I wrong to have trusted you? Did I see what I wanted, what wasn't true? Was I wrong to go on like a little fool? It's amazing what women in love will do".

When Marina said "Started in the strangest way. Didn't see it coming, swept up in your hurricane. Wouldn't give it up for nothing. Now I'm all caught up in the highs and the lows. It's a shock to my system. I don't wanna run away so I stay. My head gets messy when I try to hide the things I love about you in my mind. I don't really know a lot about love".

When Morrisey said "And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. And if a ten ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine".

When Stevie and Lindsey said "Love somebody save their soul. Tie them to your heaven erase their hell. Love their lifestyle if you feel it. Don't try to change them you never will. Sunflowers and your face fascinate me. You go into the dusty pink day. I come a calling unto you, but you run. You're the winner. Long distance winner. You're the winner. Long distance winner".

When Kate said "And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places. Be runnin' up that road. Be runnin' up that hill. Be runnin' up that building. Say, if I only could".

When Joni said "The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68. And he told me, "All romantics meet the same fate. Some day, cynical and drunk and boring. Someone in some dark cafe" "You laugh", he said, "You think you're immune? Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon. You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies, pretty lies. When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies? Only pretty lies, just pretty lies".

When Bob said "She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special" She said, "You look different." I said, "Well, I guess" She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's only natural" She said, "You gonna stay?" I said, "If you want me to, yes".

When Mitski said "You're growing tired of me. You love me so hard and I still can't sleep. You're growing tired of me, and all the things I don't talk about. Sorry, I don't want your touch. It's not that I don't want you. Sorry, I can't take your touch. It's just that I fell in love with a war. Nobody told me it ended. And it left a pearl in my head, and I roll it around every night. Just to watch it glow. Every night, baby, that's where I go".

When Glass animals said "Bye bye baby blue. I wish you could see the wicked truth. Caught up in a rush, it's killing you. Screaming at the sun, you blow into. Curled up in a grip when we were us. Fingers in a fist like you might run. I settle for a ghost I never knew. Superparadise I held on to, but I settle for a ghost".

When the Killers said "They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet. You don't have to drink right now, but you can dip your feet, every once in a little while. You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to. To save you from your old ways. You play forgiveness. Watch it now, here he comes. He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when you were young. When you were young".

When Radiohead said "You are the sun and moon and stars are you. And I could never run away from you. You try at working out chaotic things. And why should I believe myself, not you? It's like the world is gonna end so soon. And why should I believe myself? You, me and everything, caught in the fire. I can see me drowning, caught in the fire. You, me and everything, caught in the fireI can see me drowning, caught in the fire".

Yeah. That.

[unknownmonst3r]

Slashers - NSFW - SMUT

Warning: curse words, sex, death, grinding, fingering, and remember...THIS IS ALL FICTION! NOT REAL! DON'T SIMP FOR KILLERS IN REAL LIFE. THANK YOU.

Characters-

GhostFace - bill and stu (Scream)

Micheal Myers (Halloween)

Jason Vorhess (Friday the 13th)

John Carver (thanksgiving)

I'm in the house, usually alone with my best friend as we relax in her room. Her parents are out at work so we stay up late tonight. We are talking and watching "Jackass" well, like she is watching it. I'm questioning life choices.

"who will willing do that to themselves?" I asked clearly distrub with what we are watching.

She giggles evily, "them. Anyways you be the one survivor in a horror movie."

"damn right." I respond with a smirk.

Sudden the power went off as I look up. "I'll be back." I get my flashlight and go outside and see the wires was cut. I go back in and sighs. "We have to wait for the morning. A animal got into the wiring again."

This wasn't the first time so we are used to it. We go to the bedroom and fall asleep. As I slept on the floor in my sleeping bag. I woke to what sounding like footsteps as I look and see my best friend being stabbed. Fear hits me as blood falls onto me, I quickly shut my eyes and pretend to sleep as the person walk over and gently caress my check then leave.

I waited a moment to make sure he left the room as I jump and check on my firend who's whispering run as I heard the door open as I jump out the window into the pool below, I heard them yell get her but I swim to the edge but quickly moved back seeing two ghost faces waiting at the edge as I spun around and seen the others.

"come here little girl.." ghost face voice teased.

"leave me alone!" I yelled at the older men. Luckily none of them was trying to get into the water. Which gave me time to think as I kept a float. Not being one to swim amazing, I look around for an escape.

Suddenly Im pulled out as then I was shoved against the new outside couch. Before I can say a word my mouth was covered as I look up to see me pinned.

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SMUT AHEAD!

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I see them whispering but which takes most of my attention is John Carver beginning to grind against me. Which makes muffled moaning.

I then noticed exactly what they wanted. My body. And I embarrassed involuntary life my hips to add more friction that was much needed.

I moan desperate as I felt some my clothes being cut off and GhostFace voice in my ear, "make a sound, we'll fuck you on top of that dying friend."

I try my best to hold back my moans as I felt their fingers all entering, stretching my clenching pussy. No matter how much I wanted to fight it, I couldn't, I needed this. My body aches for it...

I became more desperate as they grab my hips, holding me down as they were the only ones making me feel good. There fingers rubbing against my cervix and teasing my walls. All I wanted to do was cum.

I had to fight everything to not to moan. As I started getting closed tears fall. I couldn't help but cry from the amount of pressure and pleasure I was receiving.

My back arches as I finally unleashed all of it, seeing white and exhausted.

They hop out, massaging and John Carver whisper in a low voice, "sleep. For when you wake.. your pussy is ours. Your ass is ours. You are ours." They massage my sore thighs as I curl and they cuddle and I passed out exhausted.

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Part two?

[ginger-grimm]

NEW GHOSTS (CBS) OCs

Thank you to @daughter-of-melpomene for encouraging me to watch this amazing show!

Fiona "Flip" Rivera

Fiona, Flip as she liked to be referred to, Rivera was an incredibly gifted acrobat in the Cirque du Soleil in the 1990s who had run away from her family at seventeen and spent the next ten trying to find footing in life. In the mid nineties, she is invited to Woodstone Manor by David Woodstone to perform for him and his friends. Unbeknownst to them, she is not an exotic dancer. But, since he'd already paid her, he made her stay and perform a routine. As the drinks got flowing and people started freaking out more, someone suddenly did the worm and bumbed into Flip, sending her flying into a marble couch table. She cracked her head open and the unfinished business kept her at Woodstone Mansion, even after death. She spends the next thirty years moping away in the house, her exploring finished a week in. She watches the living, wondering what it was like to be them. Her only form of joy is sniffing scented candles and talking to Sasappis. That is until the Arondekar's arrive and bring with them a chance to get to know the modern world.

Bernadette "Bernie" Smith

Bernie Smith was a famous pin-up girl in the 1950s. She adorned the walls of many a horny men (and women too, of course). The job was her bread and butter and she reveled in the confidence the shoots brought her. When she is doing a shoot at the Woodstone Mansion for a new magazine spread, she is shot to death after her work day and her body is discarded of on the property. Unfinished business keeps her in the Mansion. For eighty years, she mulls around, trying to watch as future inhabitants of the home bring in new inventions and culture. That is until Sam and Jay move in and bring a whole new world with them. Suddenly, Bernie can find out things on her own, like where her daughter is these days. And finally, she has to courage to approach one of her ghostmates.