#cyosa

[euniexenoblade]

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round One

"Hi there dear readers! This is technically a sequel, the prequel being here. Go read it! It'll introduce you to the characters! Or don't and read the actual smut. Up to you!"

"Who are you talking to?" The naked Delilah questions from the stage.

Mordred walks up to Delilah, leans down, and whispers in her ear. Delilah gasps in horror. "So, you gonna be quiet while I do my show?" Delilah nods. "Thank you."

"Welcome back to The Fucking Game!" A mysterious studio audience cheers. "Thank you, thank you! Last time on the show, I introduced you to our lovely contestants, and the fuck toy to be, Delilah!" More crowd cheers. "Well, now, let's see how everyone voted!"

"So, the fan picked winner was non other than The Demon Queen herself, Lilith!"

Audience applause and cheers are heard.

"And now my dear readers, here is Lilith's date with Delilah!

A curtain falls, blocking your view of the set. Shuffling is heard from behind it. When the curtain finally rises again, the game show set is gone. No chairs, no chains, no yellow wallpaper, no traces left. Instead, what you see is a room of rock and fire, as if you were in a cave that has flames spreading all around. But, in the center of this room, is a slab of rock, and on this slab of rock sits Delilah, coming to as if she had been asleep. As she shifts you can see that a pentagram has been painted on the rock slab. She is an offering.

Delilah groggily speaks out, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Her naked body sweats from the heat of the flames that surround her. She would run, but the fire is trapping her in place.

And then, Lilith walks into sight, walking up to Delilah and runs her hand through Delilah’s hair. Delilah begins begging, “Please let me go, please, please, please-”

“Now, why would I allow my new soul go? You’re mine. Given to me.”

“Please, please, please let me go-”

Lilith begins to slide her black panties down, slowly revealing her red cock. Delilah slowly watches this confused, her cock is way bigger than those panties could have hidden. Lilith takes her panties by two fingers and hangs them over Delilah, and suddenly they are set ablaze. The panties morph, slowly becoming a black liquid dripping onto Delilah’s back and neck. Like hot wax it burns Delilah’s skin, causing her to squirm and whine.

“Please, please-”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith watches with a smile as she slowly burns her toy. A slow agony that feels like eternity, finally the panties are gone, and finally Delilah knows some form of relief. “Please let me go…”

Lilith uses her right hand to lift Delilah’s chin so she’s looking right into Lilith's eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Lilith’s left hand starts to run through Delilah’s hair slowly, “Do you truly not want what I have to offer? What you want is important…”

Delilah is about to ask to leave, but Lilith’s left hand penetrates her head, almost phasing through. She can feel Lilith’s nails pierce her brain. Her mouth moves on it’s own, “Please fuck me, please use me like I’m nothing, destroy all the humanity I have left, make me drown in your cum!” Delilah is shocked at what her own voice said.

Lilith laughs as she pulls her hand out of Delilah's head. “Well, if that’s what you want, fuck toy.”

Delilah doesn’t understand, that’s not what she wanted to say. “Mm, fuck me please, ruin me~” Delilah would never say that! Her body moves against her will, crawling on her hands and knees in a circle until her butt faces Lilith, and then she pushes her ass in the air, presenting to her. “No no no this isn’t right” Delilah thinks. “Please fuck my ass, my Queen.” Delilah says.

Lilith grabs Delilah by her hips. “If that’s what you wish!” Lilith lifts her cock and rubs the head on Delilah’s hole. Delilah lets out a slight moan. “Please, please, please, please let me go” is what she thinks, but “Please, please, please, I need your cock!” is what she says. Lilith, not one to disappoint, pushes her cock in, nice and slow. Delilah moans long and slow as Lilith’s huge cock forces its way into her. Once Lilith’s crotch finally hit’s Delilah’s ass, she pulls it out, all the way. And, then she forces her way back in, all the way. Delilah is moaning in pure ecstasy.

From the other side of the room, another person walks out of the shadows. It’s also Lilith. A second Lilith, cock and all. “Look at you, you were born to be a hole!” The second Lilith laughs. The second Lilith begins to undo her bra, revealing her huge, red tits and holds the bra above Delilah with two fingers. Just as the panties did, the bra catches on fire, and becomes a black liquid that slowly drips onto Delilah’s back. Delilah let’s out an agonized cry as the hot liquid hits her while Lilith speeds up how fast she fucks her. Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith fucks her faster. Drip Drip Drip. Faster. Drip. Drip. Drip. Faster. Delilah is having a hard time knowing what to feel. Pleasure from the anal. Pain from the liquid. It’s getting fused together in her head, both hurt, both please.

Once the bra is completely gone, the second Lilith wastes no time to lift her cock and force it into Delilah’s mouth. Delilah feels it force her way down her throat, though only momentarily, as Lilith then begins to thrust back and forth, slamming the cock into Delilah’s throat again and again. Both her holes are full of demon cock. No matter how much she resists it, she can’t escape it. She is nothing but a toy for the Demon Queen.

Both Lilith’s moan as they finally let go inside Delilah. Delilah doesn’t even notice Lilith cum in her ass, because she’s preoccupied by Lilith cumming in her mouth. There’s so much cum, and Lilith is still fucking her throat. Lilith keeps cumming and cumming, it’s all Delilah can taste, it’s all Delilah can smell, Delilah can’t breathe. There’s so much cum, air can’t get in. She’s choking on it. She’s breathing cum. And, then, when Delilah thinks she can’t take it anymore, she blacks out, drowning in Lilith’s cum.

A curtain from nowhere falls, blocking the scene of Delilah’s deflowering. When the curtain rises, we are once again met with game show set, all five contestants sitting in their chairs, Delilah laying stomach down on the ground her wrists chained to the wall. As Delilah regains consciousness, she begins to cough, cum coming up her throat that she spits out. A studio audience laughs.

The host, Mordred, walks back on screen. “Wasn’t that just lovely?!” A studio audience cheers. Mordred walks up to Lilith, sitting in her chair, “So, Lilith, how did you feel about your date with the lovely Delilah?”

Mordred moves the microphone over to Lilith’s mouth, “Well, I’d say it was a lot of fun! I think Delilah and I still have a lot that we can learn from each other. But, whether I win or lose, her eternal soul is mine!” The studio audience laughs.

“Well then!” Mordred says looking directly at you, the reader, “The night is young, and The Fucking Game is just beginning! We will once again take an audience poll to decide who else gets a chance to fuck Delilah in round one!”

The audience cheers.

“But, this time, it’ll be a flash poll! Only a one day vote, not a week long one!”

The audience gasps with surprise.

“After this next date, we will have another poll to decide who is the first contestant eliminated from The Fucking Game! But, for now, who is Delilah fucking tomorrow?”

[tomwambsmilk]

Choose Your Own Succession Adventure: Episode 1

The sun is bright, the birds are singing, the day is young. It's your very first day working as an admin assistant in the Parks department of Waystar Royco. It's not your first choice, or second, or third, or fourth, or fifth.... But New York City is expensive, and you need this job. Plus, it pays well enough you can give up your occasional bartending shifts, and it comes with health insurance. Plus, you figure, one year here will give you the experience (and line on your resume) to get a job at a less, well.... controversial, company.

You arrive bright and early. The lady at the front desk is nice; she gives you a temp ID badge (to be replaced later in the day) and directs you to Parks, 14th floor. She says they'll get you situated, and then pass you along to HR for your paperwork.

It's quarter to 9 right now. You could go right to your desk - being there a bit early on your first day is bound to make a good impression, and again, you need this to work. But you also know that Logan Roy is in the hospital, and there's a new head of Parks starting today (the lady at the front desk told you so), so maybe there's enough chaos for you to make a quick detour and get in unnoticed? A company like this is going to have free coffee in their breakroom - and who knows how strict they are about coffee breaks once you clock in. Plus, with Logan in the hospital, there's bound to be drama on the top floor, and you don't know how often you'll get to head up there.

You could use a shit, too. It's not urgent or anything, but you know what they say - boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I shit on company time. And this company is making a lot of dollars.

CYOSA Intro Post

[lottiecrabie]

Am I dumb? what does cyosa stand for 😭😭😭

choose your own smut adventure! my weekly poll-based smut. there’s only one part out right now so it might have swept under the carpet for you

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Yes Fic rec please (why not all of them;)

😂

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and surprisingly not on the list

🥵

(you know what I mean ;)

😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

A Thrill Divine, Down My Spine by @kay-elle-cee 😍 The drunken banter is what made me giggle! Top-notch! The tension is delicious!

👽 A fic that isn’t prose (poetry, text fic, etc.)

@ghostofbambifanfiction 's brilliant CYOsA which apparently has an update just around the corner 😍 👀 This is the fic that made me love texting-fics!

🥵 LOL! Yes, I know what you mean - the smuttiest smut?!

HOW DO I CHOOSE JUST ONE????????? Nope, can't do it! I'm going to cheat and say click here for my Smut Fairy Collection and keep an eye on @wearingaberetinparis and @annabtg because they both have delicious things on the horizon 🔥

Tumblr Only: I discovered both @liiilyevans and @itsjamespotter through short smut drabbles on Tumblr...

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He'd get on his knees right now if she asked him to

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CYOSTODA - Part 6: Dean Picks Truth

Pairing: Mostly Dean x reader, though there is some stuff involving Sam and Leah (OFC)

Word count: 1068

Warnings: Some F/F action, but generally it’s just pure smut.

Summary: This is a part of the CYOSTODA-thing hosted by the awesome @littlegreenplasticsoldier​, so if you don’t know what it is about, i suggest you go check out the Choose Your Own Supernatural Truth Or Dare Adventure Mastermess, ‘cause this has been awesome.

If you want to follow the direct path to my little piece, you can use the links below:

Part 1: Setup by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Part 2: Dean Picks Dare by @eyes-of-a-disney-princess

Part 3: Leah Picks Truth by @revwinchester

Part 4: Sam Picks Dare by @kittenofdoomage​

P5 Y/N picks truth by @babypieandwhiskey

Enjoy!

You waited a couple of seconds, eyes gliding over the body of the stunned Dean Winchester as you waited for his answer, the hands massaging your breasts and making you fight to control the sounds trying to escape your lips not stopping for a mere moment.

His mouth was hanging wide open, gaze lingering on the show the three of you were putting on. He was in another world, that much was clear to you.

You nearly whimpered as one of Sam's hands was replaced with the mouth of a certain hot lady sitting in front of you, a wanton moan escaping instead as the combined pleasure of soft, small lips on your breast and big chapped ones on your neck found its way to your core, the dampness of your panties increasing.

The sound seemed to bring him out of his trance, and he let his tongue swipe slowly, teasingly, over his full bottom lip, making you quiver with desire. Looking right into your eyes, he winked at you, before answering the question, that you, by the look on your face, had long forgotten you had even asked.

"Truth."

Oh how you wished he would have picked dare.

You could have dared him to do so many things, and all the clothes he was wearing… damn it. So many possibilities, lost.

The hands and the lips suddenly disappeared from your flushed skin, three pairs of eyes now staring at your nearly naked form, though only two were visible from where you were sitting. They were waiting in anticipation to hear what you would come up with to further speed things up, and with the desperation creeping up on you at the sudden loss of contact, you wanted to hurry up and come up with a good question.

And there it was.

"Would you rather watch or join the party?"

Even though you already had a feeling of what the answer would be, you gasped as he crawled across the floor, old floorboards creaking beneath him as the weight shifted.

And then he was right beside you, warm breath tickling you on your neck, a thread of whispered words filling your ear and making you putty in his hands.

"While the view is great, I would never pass up the chance of getting to feel you around me."

He took both your hands in his, gently helping you untangle yourself from Leah and the younger brother, before scooping you up in his arms and placing you on the biggest of the two beds. You were in for a hell of a ride.

You thought the Winchester brothers looked hot with clothes on, so when they stripped down, you nearly combusted. They were like Greek gods. No, scratch that, they were more handsome than that. You craved their touch, craved the feeling of fingertips running softly down your sides, down your thighs, over your ankles, and up again. Running up the insides of your thighs, teasing you by narrowly missing your core but giving you a bit of what you wanted, what you needed, by rolling your nipples between thumb and index finger. Wet kisses trailed up your stomach. Then down again.

The rest of your clothes came off, pulled from your needy body by his warm hands, and you closed your eyes and let the feeling of his breath ghosting over your newly uncovered skin wash over you. And then the feeling was gone.

You lifted your head from the pillow and opened your eyes. Sam and Leah fell down onto the other bed. And right in front of you was your Adonis leaning over you, watching, appreciating, emerald green gaze sliding over your naked form, his tongue darting out to once again wet his lips, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. Bending over, he puts his hands on the bed, then his knees. Crawling towards you. Mouth now by your ear, he whispers: "So what is your favorite position?"

You turned your head, the green orbs staring directly into your soul. "I'll show you," you whispered back, naked bodies sliding against each other as you made him lay down on his back. Straddling his hips, you leaned down, your chests touching as you let the next words slide over your lips. "I love the feeling of power this gives me."

Scooting down a bit, you pressed kisses on his neck, then collarbone, then chest. Hand gripping onto his throbbing length, lifting your body up, hovering over him, before sliding down on his member. He's stretching you in that perfect way, filling you up completely.

He wanted this as much as you did, you felt that when his fingertips dug into the soft flesh on your hips, undoubtedly leaving bruises. He held you, adjusted the angle, and hit that sweet spot that makes you arch your back, throw your head back, nearly screaming with the surge of pure pleasure rushing through you. You locked eyes with Leah over Sam's shoulder as they sit there, with bodies pressed against each other, Lotus-ing away.

You wanted to do that later. Maybe with Sam, maybe with Dean. Maybe with both.

You wanted to taste Leah's juices on your tongue, and the salty sweat from her skin as you kiss your way down her body.

And when you had had a break somewhere between 2 and 3 am, having taken a shower with the beautiful girl, you would make her sit back and watch as you pleasured both of the Winchesters.

The night was still young, and you had more than enough time to do what you wanted.

Soft, hard, somewhere in between.

Around 5 am you fell asleep with Dean pressed against your back, and Leah against your front, Gigantor laying on the other side of Leah, trying not to roll off the bed, which clearly wasn't meant for 4 people.

A whole year had passed since that night and you still had no idea how you were even able to fit on that crappy motel bed, but at least you still met up with Leah once in awhile, though not always bringing the boys with you. That was your little secret. But when you did bring them, which was actually more often than not, you were sure to have a great night.

Not as good as that first night though. That one, you'll never forget.

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[euniexenoblade]

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Prologue

"Hiiii everyone! It's me, Mordred! Breaking the fourth wall to bring you an all new fun smutty adventure! Let me welcome you to The Fucking Game!"

Curtains, that you previously never noticed on your screen, rise up to reveal a game show set. On the left side of the set there sits five yellow, cushy seats. On the right side are shackles chained to the wall, the only part of the set where the yellow striped wallpaper is disturbed. Between the two is a small wall to prevent the sides from seeing each other.

"Now, I know what you're asking, 'Mordred, what is The Fucking Game, and why the fuck are you breaking the fourth wall?!' Well, my dear reader, it's very simple, it's like the The Dating Game, except it's fucking, and you're reading it. And, it needs a host, and who better than me?"

"Oh, and did I mention it's a Halloween special? So, ya know, monsters and shit."

"Shall we meet our lovely slut I mean, bachelorette?"

Two hooded figures pull a girl out by the ankles, she seems to have been knocked out, sliding across the floor as they drag her. The hooded figures take the shackles and close them on the girl's wrists before walking away.

"Allow me to introduce you to-" Mordred turns around. The girl is unconscious on the ground. Mordred turns back to the camera. "Hmm. Hold on one second folks." Mordred walks off screen, but can be heard somewhat, "Go wake her the fuck up I have smut to write you dumbfucks!"

Two hooded figures walk back on stage, one has a stun baton. The figure lightly taps the girl with it. The girl screams, jumping awake and puts her back on the wall, cowering. The hooded figures walk off screen.

Mordred now walks back on screen. "Now! Allow me to introduce you to Delilah!"

"Where am I?! What is going on?! I want to go home!"

Mordred looks disappointed. "FINE! I'LL DO THAT TOO!" Delilah is a 30 year old trans woman from California. She's a college dropout, has had only one relationship with a cis dude and it ended badly, and now she's looking for love in all the wrong places~"

"I am?"

"Yes. You are. Today, Delilah will find true love. Or die trying I suppose, I don't know, it's not up to me. I'm just a host."

"But now, let me introduce you to the people she's gonna fuck!"

"Fuck?"

Mordred groans. "Yes, fuck, it's The Fucking Game, keep up girlie."

"Anyways, our first contestant, hailing from the forests out east, Gerold the Werewolf."

A big wolf walks out onto the stage. He stands at about 9 feet tall on two legs, covered in fur, hunched a bit, his big teeth obvious despite his snout being closed. He sits in the first yellow chair and looks into the camera and speaks, "My name is Gerold, but I go by Gere, because there are hundreds of werewolves, but there's only one Gerewolf." Crowd laughter is heard. What crowd? Who knows. "I deserve to have this girl as a personal fuck toy, because I am loyal and devoted. Though I may have a thousand victims, I'll have only one fuck toy. You'll never worry about where I am or who I'm with, I'm a werewolf, not a WHEREwolf." More crowd laughter.

The camera pans back to Mordred. "Ha ha ha isn't he a hoot? Now here's our second contestant, Lilith, the Demon Queen from Hell."

The camera pans back to the chairs, a tall woman with red skin walks onto stage. She plops into the second yellow chair, she has a black bra and black panties on, black hair to her shoulders, and big horns sticking out of her head. As she speaks, you can see her razor sharp teeth, "Hi there, I'm Lilith, and I'm a bat outta Hell." Mordred can subtly be heard saying "I don't think she knows what that phrase means...." Lilith continues, "I like long walks on the lava beach, I love to fuck, and baby, I know hell, so I have the experience to make this relationship work." The mystery crowd claps.

Once again, the focus is on Mordred. "Isn't she just lovely? A true romantic if I've ever seen one. And, now, our third contestant, Priscilla the Ghost Girl."

Back to the stage, a blue-ish, translucent being floats over to the middle chair. She looks like a cartoon ghost, big black circles for eyes, a mouth that's a line and moves to a circle shape as she talks, "Hello everyone, I'm Priscilla, the ghost with the most! I don't go out often, since I'm stuck to the house I'm haunting. But, that said, I'm a homeowner, I read a lot, and I love to stay home and give you all the attention you need." The mystery crowd can be heard going 'awww.'

"Wait she's done already?" Mordred whines before noticing the camera is back on her. "Oh, hi there, isn't she just the best?! Now, let's move on to our fourth contestant, Slosha the Slime Princess!"

Camera pans back to the chairs, and a green, moist, almost slug shaped being moves across the floor, leaving a trail the whole way. Once she gets to the fourth chair, she morphs her body into a humanoid shape, big breasts, big belly, even fake slime hair. As she sits down into the chair you can see the chair get moist through her body. "Hiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Slosha! I am the Princess of the great slime empire! I lovvvvve to eat, so you know I'm gonna have so much fun digesting you! But I love to play with my foooood, so if you become my sex toy I'll never leave you alone! And, since I'm royalty, you have to do whatever I tell you to do or I will have you executed ^_^"

Mordred speaks to the camera, "Holy fuck, isn't she just beautiful? Actual royalty on our show? That's so cool. Anyways, thank you readers for being patient, we're almost done. One final contestant, possibly the charismatic of them all, allow me to introduce you tooooo: Pumpkin!"

Back to the stage. A pumpkin falls from the roof into the last chair. It has no other discernible features. It can not speak. It is just a pumpkin. The mystery crowd goes crazy with applause.

"Isn't Pumpkin just lovely, folks? Now for the the game to truly to begin. Delilah will now pick which contestant she wants alone time with. And by pick, I mean she gets whatever you tell her she gets."

"Wait, what? I don't want this-"

"Did I tell you to speak?" Mordred says in a stern tone. Delilah goes quiet.

"That's right! It's you" Mordred points at you, the person reading this, "who gets to choose who Delilah gets fucked by!" Delilah gulps. "Now, reader, it's up to you, begin the game."

Link to round one.

[tomwambsmilk]

Choose Your Own Succession Adventure: Episode 2

The nicest bathrooms will be on the executive floor, but those are probably too nice. There's a much higher chance of being noticed if you go all the way up there just to use the bathroom. But two floors below? Those are probably just as nice, and less conspicuous.

You want to take a nice long shit, so you hunt around a little to find the bathroom with the least foot traffic. After a couple minutes, you stumble across a tiny two-stall bathroom tucked away down a hallway. It's got faux-marble countertops and a little vase of flowers, and those high-speed hand dryers that make the skin on your hands ripple. Perfect.

You settle in and pull out your phone to scroll through Twitter, which is currently dominated by tweets about Logan. You start to scroll and -

You hear the door open, and you sigh a little. All you wanted was some damn privacy. And then you hear the lock on the bathroom door - one you didn't even notice coming in - click shut.

Uh oh.

You freeze. A person starts pacing around the bathroom. A man? You can see Oxfords and dress pants under the bottom of the stall door. He doesn't go into the other stall, nor does he stop at the urinal, just keeps pacing back and forth and making bizarre noises. He's muttering to himself, you realize.

"Fucking... hulk shit. Hulk it up. Yeah." At least, that's what you think you hear. Is he... hyping himself up?

He stops pacing and stands in front of the sink without turning on the water. Just... stands there. Staring into the mirror, presumably.

You watch the numbers on your phone clock change. 8:59. 9:00. 9:01.

Just when you're considering flushing the toilet so he knows someone else is in here, his phone rings.

"Hey, yeah, thanks, man. Yeah, it's going great. Fucking fantastic. I- yeah, just had a call with the bank, which went, uh, super well. Fucking crushed it," he says, in a deeply unconvincing tone of voice. "And I'm just about to head into the all-hands senior staff, which is like 30, 40 people? But it'll be good, we're off to a strong start. Crushing this shit. Fucking... interim CEO who, right? Might as well just crown me now."

As soon as he says interim CEO you realize where you've heard the voice before - a memory comes rushing back of an episode of the Joe Rogan podcast your shitty roommate insists on listening to at full volume in the kitchen.

That's Kendall Roy.

You barely hear him make plans to meet up with the voice on the other end of the phone after the staff meeting. He hangs up the phone, makes what sounds suspiciously like gorilla noises into the mirror, and then leaves the bathroom.

As you wash your hands, a thought pops into your head. You really should head down to your desk, because you're now technically late. But.... that senior staff meeting sounds big. 30, 40 people... what are the odds anyone's going to question the presence of little old you? And when are you going to get an opportunity for this kind of tea again.

At the same time, though.... it sounds like everyone's going to be out of their offices for at least an hour. If anyone catches you in an office you shouldn't be, you can always claim to be lost. It is your first day, right?

Or. Let's be real. You are pretty tired. It sounds like no one will be around to notice if you find a corner to nap in.

Then again, if someone does catch you... is it worth the risk of being fired?

[lottiecrabie]

hiii You know who this is can i please please please have cyosa mutual masturbation i lost so hard every time but once and you know you love meeeee 😇😇😇😇

this is for you🫵you know who you are. I love you🫶

‘matty…’ you moan, half as a beg and half as a mindless need. he chuckles, opening your thighs for him, putting you on display. you’re so ready you might take him right now. 

matty’s hand still dances on your thigh, working higher and higher. your breath hitches, anticipating the fateful meeting. he whispers, smirking, ‘how about you show me how you do it?’

your cheeks flame at the idea. you clench your thighs, trapping him in place, embarrassed. he doesn’t seem too bothered. he revels in prying them open again, grazing the ready skin until you’re squirming.

‘why would i when you’re right here?’ as if to convince him, you reach for his leftover hand, dragging it to a pert breast. he chuckles. his finger rolls the nipple and you sigh, still holding onto his wrist.

‘i want to see,’ he says. ‘i want to learn.’ you groan, half from pleasure and half from shyness. you hide in your shoulder, arching your back into his hand in contradiction. again, a laugh falls from him. ‘how about i show you too?’

your eyes snap to him, suddenly interested. he kneels up, towering over your parting frame. his hand makes quick work of his belt— quicker than your hungry, shaking ones could have done. he draws his cock out without any hesitation, holding it at the base. your breath dies in your throat. you freeze under him.

‘i’m already hard,’ matty says. ‘don’t even have to think about you cause you’re already laying there like a fucking daydream.’

you grin, spreading your legs further, giving him a show. a tortured groan rasps out his throat. ‘fuck, love, you’re gorgeous.’ he strokes himself once, swiping his thumb over the tip. you lick your lips, though you do not feel the need to reach out and do it yourself. you want to relish in the spectacle.

you get him, now. he knows this. says, ‘show me.’

you don’t feel as shy. your hand grabs his own, puppeteering him so he pinches and rolls your peaked nipples just right. a broken moan comes out of you. in turn, he strokes faster.

‘i don’t like the before,’ you choke out. ‘i’d rather just get to it.’ it’s all the warning you give him before you plunge your hand between your folds, circling your clit.

‘shit,’ matty cries. ‘you’re not real.’ you hum, pinching the skin of his wrist mischievously, reveling in his little yelp. ‘what do you think about?’

you shrug, non-committed. ‘i like my mind blank.’ matty tsks and shakes his head. you almost want to laugh, but your fingers hit a sinful spot and you’re too busy whining out.

‘you’re doing it wrong,’ he breathes. his hand is still hard at work on himself. he needs to frown in concentration to get his thought out. ‘the before, the imagination— that’s what it’s all about. you won’t get a mind-blowing orgasm if you don’t involve your mind.’

‘do it, then,’ you whimper. ‘mindblow me.’

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. ‘i didn’t expect you to be lazy.’ the challenge works and you set your eyes, competitiveness bubbling in your chest. vengefully, you dip two fingers inside, watching as he slows his rhythm in quiet wonder.

you thrust in and out, angling your fingers until your legs twitch mindlessly. your nails dig into his skin, and it’s not even to send any kind of message. he’s wrong about the mind. you masturbate to get you off— off that tyrannical ride your head leads ruthlessly. this, the hot euphoria beating in your veins, the quiet moans, the shivering limbs, is what it’s about.

‘i’ll tell you, then,’ matty says. he seems close, pumping his cock fast and certain. his chest rises and falls, the tattooed planes of his stomach in perfect display. you want to spread a hand over it, want to descend down and replace his hand, want to— you thumb your clit and stop wanting.

‘i think about you, all pretty and hot and needy. never this perfect, though. god, you’re really not real— like a fucking frosted cupcake, all sweet for me.’ the words fizzle up your chest. pleasure strikes through you, doubly so, and you cry his name in sheer shock.

matty continues, ‘i think about you in the library, bending you over until i erase that little worried frown you have. make you suck my fingers so you keep quiet still. don’t want to get banned— still need you to ride my cock on those big chairs after all.’

‘oh, god,’ you whine. you rub your clit furiously, eyes rolling back, seemingly astral projected to the library. your lips part in quiet worship. ‘more,’ you beg him.

matty pinches your nipple, forcing you to look at him. ‘your turn.’

you pant, trying to use your brain when your fingers are deep and quick inside of you, when he’s hanging off with that swoopy hair over his forehead and those dark, hungry eyes. you’re drunk on the mere sight of him, and you start fearing how he’ll affect you when he’s the one thrusting inside you.

‘i—‘ your legs kick, helpless. ‘sometimes when we watched movies, i’d think about you eating me out on the couch.’

matty groans, scrunching his eyes like he’s imagining it. ‘yeah? what’d i do?’

‘just— you’d kneel in front of me, and you’d tell me to pay attention, and then you’d do it. devour me like you were starved. shush me when i got too loud, remind me to watch my smart, pretentious film.’

another broken cry slips out of him. he falls over you, though still holding himself up with an arm. your now free hand spread over his ribs, back, anything your greediness can find. both your fingers work in tandem between your bodies, a quiet union you’ve just now noticed. you roll your head, hit his wrist. ‘matty…’

‘i thought about you asking me to fuck you before,’ matty admits offhandedly, lost in his pleasure. your fingers press into his working shoulder, mean. ‘fuck, i almost believed i was imagining when you really did ask me. figured i was going crazy.’

you twist your head, kissing his wrist over and over, tiny presses of love you don’t dare say. your tongue sticks out and licks it all up before it stays and means something. ‘again,’ you moan, feeling yourself get closer. your hips rise for your strained digits. your body hums in warning.

‘i want to come on your stomach. want to mark your skin— god, need it. need to see you all pretty with my cum, make you all messy. show you’re mine.’

‘matty,’ you scream, pumping your fingers just right.

’need to see you come, too. break apart so you’re not so perfect. my pristine, pretty girl, drooling for me, screaming my name, working those little fingers…’

‘fuck—‘

‘you’re doing so well for me,’ he promises. his hand has lost any sense of regular rhythm, pumping with desperate abandon instead. ‘just like i though,’ he says, full of wonder. he seems so gone you’d figure he’s all in his head, but matty stares at you like he could lick up the frost off the cupcake. ‘of course you’d listen. of course you’d do just i say.’

‘fuck, i need—‘ it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t get to say, a shattering orgasm taking you instead.

you open your jaw and dig your teeth in matty’s wrist, biting down the yells as waves of pure ecstasy shake through you. your head, never quite unattached before, blanks with the force of pleasure. you say his name, you think. or maybe not. in the end, you don’t think at all, and it is glorious.

matty’s close after you, screaming out your name shamelessly. the ropes of white cum hit your stomach and he draws out his last trembles before he falls atop you with a sigh.

your head’s all fuzzy as you lay there. ‘oh,’ you finally say once you regain speech. you trace a finger over his back, staring at the ceiling in quiet contemplation. oh, this is what it’s supposed to be.

‘yeah,’ matty murmurs in your hair. because he understands, of course he does. your lungs feel full and heavy.

he finally rises and you catch a glance to the mess between your two bodies. the cum is painted over both of your stomach. though matty doesn’t even bother wiping it off before he smirks, kissing down your sternum. his eyes flash up at you, full of mischief. ‘so you want me to eat you out, huh?’

[athenasparrow]

B4 & B10

Ask a reader meme

Who is your current favourite author? What is their best story?

This is SO TRICKY!!!! SO HARD! WHY DID YOU PICK THIS??? I'm going to skip over the big names that EVERYONE is reading because everyone already knows about them (CYOsA and ALG!). Right now I'm subscribed (and dropping everything) to read @wearingaberetinparis Love Is a Lie. It's hard to pick a favourite, because every fic she writes is actual genius and they just (somehow) keep getting better! The fic she's releasing at the moment is phenomenal and I would say Shout Out To My Ex is the one that stands out to me (the entire series!).

I may have had a more difficult time wrestling my favourite up if @itsjamespotter had posted an update recently, but my Thursday came and went with NOTHING and I'm really (lovingly) mad at him rn because WE NEED TO KNOW!

EDIT:

Lol I was so upset about choosing a favourite I forgot this ask had a second part!

What is the best plot twist you’ve ever seen?

Okay, this has nothing to do with fanfic and SPOILER if you haven't seen this movie. "Promising Young Women" is about a woman who seeks revenge on some old classmates who sexually assaulted her best friend. In the end she's killed BUT IT TURNS OUT SHE WAS PREPARED and he gets all these text messages she's prepared and it's so satisfying to watch the cops turn up and release she'd planned the risk of her own murder. HOLY SHIT! It wasn't an ending I was expecting and was extremely horrifying and at the same time satisfying.

[kayteonline]

CYOSTODA - Part 5: Y/N Picks Truth

Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam and Reader Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA. Word Count: 2200ish (wordy4lyfe! It goes quick)

Summary:  Sam hits you with an easy truth, but Leah wants to know more, and Y/N ends up daring Dean 

Warnings: None really, sexual innuendos, and being in Dean’s lap ;)

See @littlegreenplasticsoldier‘s Master Mess

The road so far..

@littlegreenplasticsoldier​ Part 1

@gemini75eeyore​ Part 2

@deandoesthingstome​ Part 3

@rizlowwritessortof​  Part 4

You’re blushing, and you’re all getting giggly, and this suddenly seems like the best idea anyone’s ever had. “So, whose turn is it? Is it my turn?”

Sam gets that evil, seductive smirk on his face again as he nods. “Oh, yeah, Y/N. It’s your turn. So, what’s it gonna be? Truth or dare?”

With the whiskey making a nice, warm run through your body, combined with the revelation you’ve been a possible source of a few Winchester wet dreams, you hold tightly to the extra courage it’s given you and mirror his evil, seductive smirk back at him as you mull it over. “Well, as tempted as I am to want your dare, after those barefaced admissions, I’m gonna bet you…” pausing briefly, you glance at Dean making sure you’ve got his full attention before looking back to Sam, “…are curious to know, do I give the two finger salute to you? Or do I think of Dean over there when I need to check my oil?” Looking over to Dean again, his eyebrows lift in interest, lips pulling into a smirk when you throw him a playful little wink for your play on words. “Or maybe, I’m finger dippin’ to the two of you at the same time? So hit me with it, truth. What do ya wanna to know?” You internally high five yourself for the choice of words and slide the smirk back into place.

Without missing a beat, or even so much as a blink he asks, “Y/N, have you ever gotten off on thoughts of me, or Dean?” He’s not letting up on that god awful sexy little smirk of his, and his eyes are practically piercing your soul now; or is it your nether region? He really is loosening up now with that bold question.

Your liquid courage has a perfect answer for him too. “A girl has needs. Of course I get my rocks off as often as I please, but a lady has to have a few secrets, Sam.” Holding his stare you smile sweetly and slowly raise your glass to your lips. Dean grunts out a laugh, his tongue swiping out to wet his lips as he leans back against the cupboards, bringing one knee up to rest an arm on it as the other leg lays relaxed against the grimy carpet.

Sam’s mouth turns down in approval, nodding as he takes that in. The gears are still moving inside of that head of his though, and he’s about to say something more when Leah chimes in, “Well Y/N, I have a truth for you, sticking to this topic of self satisfaction and half naked bodies.” Her smile is wide as she shifts her legs around to cross them. “I want to know, what do you find to be the sexiest aspect of each brother?”

“This outta be good,” Dean smiles.

Your cheeks grow warm at having been put on the spot again. Sure, the brothers had to of assumed you’ve excavated your cave on more than one occasion with your recent lack of action, but damn, now you have to get specific about which parts you literally thought about? You were breathing a little sigh of relief with Sam’s easy truth, but it seems she’s asking what Sam may have been looking for originally.

“Are we talking physical aspects? Or characteristics?” you clarify, hoping you didn’t have to divulge the physical parts you’ve noticed the most day in and day out.

Sam gives her a conspiratorial wink and looks at you with an expectant smile, as Dean’s got his eyebrow pulled up to attention, his face giving zero clue to his thoughts, and Leah’s slyly smirking as she answers, “I know they’ve both been complete gentlemen so far tonight, and since you see them regularly, how about both.”

You let out a slow breath through your nose and decide to go for it. Brave Y/N, be brave. Someone’s gotta bend this tension filled room a little further, right?

“Well…” you begin, looking between each brother, lingering on Dean across the way, taking in the perfect spread of his long legs, eyes gleaming as he sits there patiently.

You set your glass on the carpet and rise to your knees, catching Sam’s eyes. “Sam here, he’s very much a gentleman, and one who’s always willing to put your needs ahead of his own.” You slowly make your way closer to him as you speak, looking over your shoulder at Leah until you’re behind him, and set your hands on his shoulders. “The sexiest thing about Sam, if you ask me… is his mind. He’s smart. Too smart sometimes for his own good. I mean the things he can do with a computer…” You raise one hand, fanning yourself dramatically, Sam’s head dropping forward as his shoulders shake with laughter. “You want logic and fact, he’s your go-to guy. He’s definitely the more logical one of the two.” You give her a playful wink feeling his hand rest over yours and give it a tiny squeeze, catching Dean eye-rolling so hard you can almost feel it.

Threading your fingers with his you pull his hand up. “Then you have these.” You unwind your fingers and he leaves his hand up in the same position as he follows your lead. “Just look at the size of that hand, huge right? Those long, dexterous fingers. I mean they just give a girl all kinds of wandering thoughts watching them at work… or even at rest; paging along a book, through papers, his hair, anything.”

You ruffle his hair some with a smile, before turning your attention to the other brother. “And then you have Dean over here.” He’s a little further away from Sam so you drop your hands to the floor, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly crawl towards him. And by slow, it’s slow. He’s just far enough away you can drag it out a little bit.

He shifts to sit up straighter at the attention, eyes locking with yours as you move. “Fearless, selfless Dean,” you sigh. Sam’s leaning back some, unable to keep his eyes from dragging over your form in this position; your back arched just so, and you can feel Leah doing the same, her own lip between her teeth as she hangs on each word. “Don’t be fooled by his macho man act, because while he’s 200% man in there, underneath it all lies a huge, bleeding heart of gold. The love he has for his family, blood or not; the amount that he cares about those he’s allowed in, he’d do anything and everything for them… and that, is the sexiest thing about Dean.” You’re between his spread legs when you stop, both of them now raised at the knee to make room for you. Rising up you sit back on your heels. He looks away shaking his head with a disbelieving half smile, but you know you’ve struck something inside; you can feel it pulsing off of him.

Shifting closer to him, you move until your knees rest against the bottom of his thighs. “Then you have that mouth of his.”

His eyes slide back to yours, head tilting along with his mood. He swipes his tongue out to wet his lips, pulling your attention to them, and that damn eyebrow is arching again indicating you’ve got his full attention.

You have to clear your throat to reign in your wayward thoughts the small action provoked so you could speak again. “Those plush lips, full of sass and bad jokes. And as funny as he thinks he is, you will never prepare yourself for his charm. Boy, can he lay it on thick too. He’s smoother than fresh butter when he’s in the zone.”

He scoffs rolling his eyes, and you bust into a fit of giggles. “Aw, you thought I was going to talk about how soft and supple they are, didn’t you?”

“Actually, yeah. I kinda did. Gotta say I’m a little disappointed there, Y/N.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. What is with these three calling you out right now? “Ok, fine,” you sigh with fake exasperation.

When you had started this truth, you had a plan of mentioning it, for dramatics, but decided to keep that bit of information to yourself, locked away for those nights you were alone in your own bed. The alcohol, however, had loosened you up a lot further than you originally thought now that you’d made it this far. That, combined with the light headed feeling you got from Dean’s blatant staring at your mouth at the moment, you decide to jump in feet first.

“To say I’ve never looked for extended periods of time, being with them as long as I have, would be a lie,” you start.

“Stared would be more accurate,” Leah interjects, nodding at you suggestively when you look at her over your shoulder.

“True, but I can’t be obvious here. I do se-”

“Sure you can,” Dean cuts in, practically giving you whiplash with how fast your head turns. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You quirk your eyebrow up, pursing your lips as you scan his over his face. “I know you don’t. Just one look at them, pouting naturally, subtly inviting the viewer closer. How could one not want to see just how soft they really are? To run their tongue along the soft, supple flesh, nibble and suck at that full bottom lip, feel them work across their skin.”

His eyes have gone a shade darker as you talked about him, the two of you now staring at the others mouth he responds, “The feelings mutual sweetheart.”

You both bring your eyes up to meet the others at the same time.

“Well Dean, then I dare you to find out if its true. Kiss me.”

He takes an audible deep breath in, slowly leaning the upper half of his body forward, and places his hands on your thighs.

“Whoa, guys, that’s not the rules of the game,” Sam speaks up.

Not breaking eye contact your hand flies up, arm outstretched behind as you to hold a finger up, one of Dean’s hands doing the same, signalling him to give you a minute. He’s moving just a little slower than you thought he would given the vibe he was putting off, and with the nerves bubbling in your stomach to confirm if he actually felt the same, you reach up and place your hands on his shoulders, pulling his mouth to yours.

You both simultaneously sigh when your lips lock, his hands coming up to take your face between his wide palms and press his lips harder against his. You push into it with him, feeling the confirmation he wanted this too as you tilt your head to the other side, sliding your lips along his for a different angle. He follows your lead, and with the warmth of arousal spreading across your body at the contact, you lick along his bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Sliding your tongue tentatively in, he happily meets you in the middle, and the smooth slide of the muscles against one another has you both moaning in appreciation, like you’re devouring the most delicious meal you’ve ever tasted.

It’s getting steamier the deeper the kiss gets. Your hands have run their way into his hair, as his have trailed down your back, settling into the curve of your lower back, pulling you closer as he moves straighter to press you against him. You climb over his raised thighs, accepting the invitation for connection and he lowers his legs in response once you’re over, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

The contact is heady. The kiss is heady. God he’s amazing at this. He was not lying either about how good that mouth of his is. Your breathless and wanting more as you settle down in his lap, melting into his warmth, a grin forming against his lips when you feel how much he’s enjoying this beneath his zipper as he presses his hips tentatively against yours.

You’re beginning to wish the other two weren’t present so you could rip his clothes off, and feel all of his smooth skin against yours. The ache between your legs is quickly going from a dull roar to a full fledged fire, and if this keeps going, your cares might completely fly out the window and they’ll really get a show. But you don’t want it to stop.

Sam clears his throat, and you barely register the sound, too lost in the feeling of Dean’s mouth against yours. He hasn’t noticed either, even when Sam clears his throat again, Leah giving him a shrug as she smirks, amused watching the two of you go at it like horny teenagers.

“You guys want us to leave? Or do you want to continue playing the game?”

It isn’t until Sam speaks that you finally pull away from each other, the two of you breathing like you’d just run a mile. Smiling you shrug at Dean who rolls his eyes at his brothers comment. Someone sounds a teeny bit jealous…

Dean leans closer, dropping his voice so only you could hear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Yeah, I do. Because I have also…”

You slowly slide off his lap to the ground, and place your hands on the floor behind you as you carefully move away, crawling backwards towards your original spot. “I believe it’s your turn, right Dean?” You put on your best sexy little smile, one you’ve used a time or two to get information you needed. “Truth… or dare?”

Dean picks truth (he tries ;) ) by @kreborn17 HERE

Dean picks dare (well, tries to ;) ) by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog HERE

CYOSTODA Crew tag: @winchesterswoonathon, @saenalife, @inkiestdawn, @curliesallovertheplace, @kreborn17, @winchester-writes, @kayteonline, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @moonlitskinwalker, @rizlow1, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @sunriserose1023, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @sammit-janet, @revwinchester, @notnaturalanahi, @babypieandwhiskey, @klaineaholic , @winchesterprincessbride, @ilostmyshoe-79, @mamalinda09, @butiaintgonnaloveem, @kittenofdoomage, @deandoesthingstome, @skybinx-blog, @gemini75eeyore, @ive-been-told-that-im-fangirling, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

[deansdirtylittlesecretsblog]

CYOSTODA Part 3: Leah Picks Dare

Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam and Reader

Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA.

Word Count: 630

Summary: The three of you celebrate the 1 year anniversary of you joining the Winchesters, and not dying, with fun and games.

Warnings: drinking, flirting, smooching (aka kissing)

Link to the Choose Your Own Supernatural Truth or Dare Adventure MasterMess moderated by the amazing @littlegreenplasticsoldier

I am following Dean Picks Truth by @gemini75eeyore

“Ok Leah, your turn. Truth or Dare?”

Leah shifted a little on the floor, trying to get comfortable. Her butt was falling asleep. She bit the inside of her cheek, contemplating Dean’s inquiry.

“Dare,” she blurted.

Both Dean and Sam’s eyebrows shot up, surprised at her answer. She shrugged, her smile widening, and winked at Y/N. Again. She appreciated the blush she got in return.

Dean glanced around the room. It was obvious the wheels in his head were spinning. After a second, he picked up one of the empty beer bottles sitting beside him and tossed it into the center of the rough circle they were sitting in.

“Spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on, you have to kiss. Boy or girl.” He sat back, a smirk on his face.

“Okay,” Leah shrugged. She could totally do this. She rose up on her knees and reached for the bottle.

“Wait!” Dean held out his hand, stopping her. “And I mean kiss, Leah, really kiss. Not some quick peck on the cheek. Lips, tongue, sucking face, the whole nine yards. Still want Dare?”

She sat back on her haunches, staring at the three people she’d only just met. Three relatively attractive people, three people that she wouldn’t have any problem kissing, under normal circumstances. And while this was definitely not normal, she wasn’t about to shy away from a challenge.

“Yep,” she grinned. She grabbed the bottle and spun it. The shitty, worn carpet didn’t deter the bottle in any way, it spun perfectly six or seven times before it began to slow, finally coming to a halt.

Pointing right at Sam.

Leah watched Sam as she crawled across the circle toward him. He had an easy grin on his face, one side of his mouth tipped up just a little, his hazel eyes sparkling, two fingers loosely wrapped around the bottle in his hand. A low chuckle came from him when she stopped in front of him, resting her hands on her thighs as she sat looking at him for a few seconds.

“What’re you waiting for?” he asked, the challenge clear in his voice. “An engraved invitation?”

Leah giggled and before she could change her mind, she pushed his arms off of his knees where they’d been resting and crawled between his spreadeagled legs. She took his face in both of her hands, tipped his head back and leaned over him.

Sam’s lips were warm and soft. Her tongue danced across the lower one, urging him to open his mouth. He smiled, shaking his head just a little, the ends of his soft brown hair tickling her fingers. She pushed herself a little closer, until her knees were pressed against his inner thighs. One of Sam’s hands fell to her waist, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, his mouth finally opening, her tongue sliding inside. His nose was smashed against the side of her face, the hand not on her waist curling in her hair, pulling her closer until she felt like he might devour her.

God, the man could kiss. Leah could have sat there all night, kissing this man who was a perfect stranger, hoping it might lead to more.

The sound of Dean clearing his throat to her right brought her back to reality. She broke off the kiss, reluctantly, Sam’s lips chasing hers as she pulled away.

“Okay, so we’ve established that Leah isn’t afraid to take a Dare,” Dean chuckled. “Who’s next?”

Leah kept her eyes on Sam, watching the way his chest rose and fell with every breath, the slight pink to his cheeks, the way his eyes flashed when he smiled at her, the way he licked his lips as she stared at him.

“Sam,” she murmured. “Truth or Dare?”

Sam Picks Truth by @klaineaholic

Sam Picks Dare and then so does Y/N by @notnaturalanahi 

CYOSTODA Tags:  @winchesterswoonathon @saenalife @inkiestdawn @curliesallovertheplace@kreborn17 @winchester-writes @kayteonline @aprofoundbondwithdean @moonlitskinwalker @rizlow1 @sunriserose1023 @sammit-janet @revwinchester @notnaturalanahi @babypieandwhiskey @klaineholic @winchesterprincessbride @ilostmyshoe-79 @mamalinda09 @butiaintgonnaloveem @kittenofdoomage @deandoesthingstome @skybinx-blog @gemini75eeyore @ive-been-told-that-im-fangirling,

[euniexenoblade]

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round Two

"Hello there readers! This is a silly Halloween smut story! If you haven't read the prologue or round one yet, I recommend you do!"

"She's talking to no one again," the chained Delilah says off to the side, "all these people are fucking insane."

Mordred sighs, but ignores her. "Well, even though Delilah is trying to be a party pooper, I'd like to welcome you to the second round of The Fucking Game!"

An unseen crowd cheers and applauds.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mordred waves at the reader. "Now, at the end of the last round we asked you, the reader, to select who Delilah would have a three way with!" More crowd cheers. "Now, let's see how that poll turned out!"

"Pumpkin and Priscilla are the winners!!!!" More crowd applause. Priscilla starts to fly and bounce with excitement. Pumpkin sits there. It is a pumpkin.

"Now, no more delay, let's commence the three way!" One final batch of cheers is heard.

Mordred walks off stage, as do Lilith and Slosha (well, Slosha slides).

No curtain falls. The wall that separates the contestants and Delilah rises. Hooded figures walk out and unshackle Delilah’s wrists and walk away. Delilah looks up and sees….nothing but a pumpkin on a chair. She scrambles to her feet and looks around, to her left is everyone that left the stage, standing in front of empty audience seats – they’re all grinning at her.

Delilah doesn’t understand what’s happening, but she sees this as her only opportunity to escape. Delilah runs straight at the empty chairs (well, empty except for a pumpkin), hoping to get around the group of monsters and escape. She’s about to make it to the end of the set when she feels something tugging her back. She’s slammed against the floor, but she can’t see anyone. She feels hands all over her, but she still can’t see them. It feels like someone is squeezing her tits, but it also feels like someone is pinning her wrists and legs to the floor.

The group off stage laugh as Delilah struggles against what she can’t see.

Then as if appearing out of nowhere, a woman appears, sitting on Delilah. She’s naked, hair long, big tits, see-through and she’s holding Delilah’s arms down. Delilah screams, but it means nothing, everyone off stage is laughing at her. The spirit lets go of Delilah’s arms, but Delilah still can’t move them, as if they’re permanently held down.

“Oh, my sweet girl, how I’ve longed to feel you…” the ghost moans as she slowly lowers herself onto Delilah’s cock. Delilah tries to scream again, but the ghost pushes her hands into Delilah’s chest, grabbing Delilah’s lungs, overwhelming her and disrupting Delilah’s breathing. As Delilah coughs and tries to breathe, everyone notices her cock starting to twitch inside Priscilla, finally fully erect. “Looks like we found someone’s kiiiink~” the ghost laughs.

With this, Priscilla grasps Delilah’s lungs tighter, cutting off breathing altogether. Delilah tries to thrash to escape, but she is pinned down still, held there by some unseen force, and Priscilla uses this thrashing to start moving her hips, fucking herself with Delilah’s cock. Priscilla lets off moans of joy, enjoying her toy for the moment, but Delilah gets little to no stimulation. She can barely feel Priscilla at all, more like a breeze pushing on her cock.

Priscilla, turned on so much from the sex, starts to ooze a viscous, light colored substance out of her crotch – her ectoplasm leaking all over Delilah. Delilah can barely tell though, her cock feeling practically nothing from all this as energy starts to leave her body and she starts to go a bit limp. Delilah finally feels like it’s time to give up her life, but through her pained gasps makes one final sound: “Puh…..Puh…..”

Priscilla replies with a simple “Hmm?” As much as Priscilla would like to watch the light leave Delilah’s eyes, she always wants to hear what the toy has to say. She loosens her grasp on Delilah’s lungs. Delilah gasps for air, coughing and taking in the biggest breaths she can. “What is it you want, little girl?”

Delilah is still coughing and gasping, “Please...please...let me cum before I d-die….”

Priscilla laughs. “I can’t let you die. Pumpkin hasn’t gotten any action yet…”

Delilah finally getting control of her breathing looks to her side at Pumpkin. “I’m supposed to fuck a pumpkin?”

“Yes, Pumpkin is a precious friend and it’s part of this three way.”

“I’m...I’m not fucking a pumpkin…”

“What’s with that attitude?” Priscilla giggles. “You want to cum don’t you?”

“Y-yes..”

“Your options are cum with Pumpkin or I’ll choke you to death and make you my toy eternal.”

Delilah lays there quiet for a second, her cock going flaccid. “N-no, I think I’ll choose death.”

Priscilla laughs. “No, you won’t.” Priscilla leans forward until her ghostly body disappears into Delilah’s own body. Delilah can move finally. She stands up to run but feels a force pull her back, as if something inside her body moved her back towards the chairs despite what she tried to make her body do. Delilah’s body walks to Pumpkin’s chair against her will. There’s a hole in the pumpkin. “Has that always been there?” Delilah thinks to herself.

Suddenly, Delilah’s cock goes from flaccid to semi erect in an instant, a trick from her ghost pilot. “N-no please don’t do this to me,” Delilah cries. But her cries change nothing. With both hands she picks up Pumpkin and sticks her dick into it. She tries to pull away, but the ghost’s control is too strong. Delilah thrusts, feeling the rough edges of the pumpkin on her cock until the head hits the gooey insides.

The group off stage howl with laughter, “Look at her go! She wants to cum so bad!” Lilith yells.

Delilah feels humiliated, forced to fuck a literal pumpkin. She thrusts, back and forth, back and forth, the roughness on her cock smoothing as she does. Priscilla grasps Delilah’s lungs once again, and she can no longer breathe. She struggles for air as her lower body continues to fuck Pumpkin against her will, her cock getting as erect as it can. “Pluh...please no” Delilah stammers out.

And, finally Delilah cums inside pumpkin. The humiliation no longer matters. The fact she could die from not being able to breath no longer matters. She’s cumming, and she’s going to make it worth every second. She humps faster and faster and faster. She can suddenly breathe again, choking on the new air, she doesn’t stop. Slamming her cock into Pumpkin as much as she can, she’s finally getting everything that’s been pent up out of her. Until she finally let’s go of Pumpkin, letting it fall back to the chair, realizing she wasn’t being controlled by the ghost anymore.

She turns around, and Priscilla’s ghostly body is with the rest of the group off stage. “You loved Pumpkin so much I figured I wouldn’t stop you!” Everyone laughs. Suddenly, all the shame and humiliation hits Delilah again. She just fucked a pumpkin, and wasn’t even being made to at the end.

Delilah falls to the ground, hands holding her head, and screams “Nooo!” Everyone laughs at her.

Hooded figures walk on stage and hit her with the stun baton from earlier. Delilah shakes from the shock until she finally goes limp. The hooded figures drag her back to her side of the stage and put the shackles on her wrists. The wall that separates the sides lowers as the contestants walk back to their seats.

Mordred walks back on camera for all to see, “Wasn’t that fun?!” The mysterious studio audience returns with a loud cheer. “A round of applause for Priscilla!” Applause is heard and Priscilla does a floating curtsy, before changing her shape back to that of a cartoon ghost and hovering above her chair. “And a round of applause for Pumpkin!” The crowd goes wild, cheering, whistling, chanting, roses are thrown at the stage from the audience, landing in front of Pumpkin’s chair.

Mordred motions for the crowd to calm down. “A fantastic performance! A great way to open round two!” The audience cheers more. “Now, you at home! It’s time yet again for another vote! One lucky contestant will have one final one on one with Delilah before the next elimination! So, readers, decide, who will fuck Delilah?!”

Delilah starts to stir awake. “Please no….no more….”

A hooded figure appears once more and shocks her with the stun baton, knocking her out again, and walks off stage.

[tomwambsmilk]

Choose Your Own Succession Adventure: Episode 3

You don't actually know where the staff meeting is taking place, but it's not hard to figure it out - you spot a small pack of people walking Importantly and With Purpose, and follow them to a large conference room with glass walls where people are congregating.

You realize that you're going to stick out - you're too young and you're clothes aren't expensive enough for anyone to believe you're senior management. But... you could pass as an admin assistant (which is what you technically are anyways). You find a supply closet a few feet away and loot a yellow legal pad and some pens, before turning around and heading to the conference room.

The key to something like this is confidence. If you look like you're supposed to be here, people won't question it. You square your shoulders and walk in. There's a chair in the far corner - out of the way. Good. It'll look like you're just there to take notes. You brush by the executives clustered around the table; they barely take notice of you, to wrapped up in their notes and quiet conversations.

You settle in and take a second to look around and observe. A quiet tension lies over everyone in the room. A couple of people drum their fingers nervously on the table.

You catch some movement out of the corner of your eye - a man in the hallway, who appears to have been running, abruptly slows to a walk as he reaches the room. You watch him glance through the glass walls, reach for the door handle, and then attempt to pull open what is clearly a push door. And then try again. It's not until his third try that he seems to figure it out.

He makes his way around the room, and you can smell the nerves on him as he makes some crack about the Death Star. He glances at you and nods as he walks by, which catches you off guard. He's the only person in the room to acknowledge you so far. He takes an empty chair only a few feet away from you at the table as Kendall enters, flanked by an entourage of suits.

He looks... smaller than you expected. He's always seemed a bit larger than life; now, he seems dwarfed by everyone around him. But all eyes are on him as he enters the room and takes a seat, along with everyone in his entourage - except an even shorter and slightly rat-faced man, who declares his back to be "fucked" and wanders around the outside of the table, looking bored.

Kendall opens the meeting by welcoming the new Head of Parks, Tom Wambsgans - and you realize he's indicating the man who struggled with the door. Who is also, apparently, your boss, and also possibly the one person who noticed you were here and might remember it later. Shit.

Thankfully, Tom seems too nervous to really be noticing much. You watch him reach for a drink of water, fumble the glass, spill some on his tie, and try to discreetly wipe it off.

"Lifeboats", Kendall is saying, "We need lifeboats," and that's.... not encouraging, for a company you've just started at that's supposed to be your ticket to financial stability. But that's just your fucking luck, isn't it? This is just like when you started working for that ice cream place and the health department closed it down one week later. Or that restaurant which, in hindsight, might've actually been a mob front. You're not 100% sure.

You discreetly pull out your phone and pop open Twitter. Your Twitter following is pretty small, mostly friends and a few family members - you really just use it for venting and memes. "jfc," you type, "I think I poisoned yet another company... my first day and Kendall Roy is talking about how #waystarroyco needs to avoid the iceberg. rip 💀"

You turn your attention back to the meeting, which is - ending? Already? Shit, that was fast. You try to look Studious and Official as you flip through the yellow legal pad on which you've written "icebergs", "lifeboats", "Tom Wambsgans", - and nothing else. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Tom leave the meeting and approach Kendall. You can only hear bits and pieces of the conversation over the murmur of voices but you catch a somewhat forced self-deprecating laugh.

"Shake that tree, C3PO," you hear Kendall say as he turns to go.

"Shaking the tree!" Tom responds by laughing - but as he turns to go, his facial expression changes from lighthearted to suicidal. Jesus. It briefly occurs to you that if you were a worse person, you could probably get this man to kill himself and leave you all his money.

Your common sense suddenly slams back into you. You're on borrowed time right now - you're officially VERY late, and if Tom gets back down to the 14th floor and finds out you haven't shown up yet, that's going to look bad. He's also seen you, and it's unlikely you would've been assigned to scribe this meeting on your first day. Fuck.

He's heading for the elevator. You could try to take the stairs - you might be able to sprint faster than the elevator will make the trip, and if you can get your head down and get shuttled off to HR before he notices you, maybe he'll forget your face.

You can also hear the sounds of Kendall and his entourage drifting up the hallway. You don't think any of them paid any real attention to you - if you follow them up to the executive floor and look lost, someone might redirect you, and that'll validate any story you have about getting so lost you spent.... 90 minutes wandering around the building without ever finding Parks.

You could also just brave the elevator. Get in with Tom, introduce yourself as the new kid and say you got lost, and then try to get some flattery in before he can ask any questions about why you were in a senior staff meeting on the morning of your first day.

Or.... this is risky. Very risky. But.... Tom is new. Not to Waystar, but Kendall had said he was managing Resorts South + Central, which means hes' not familiar with the staff in this particular office. You could, theoretically, claim to have been working here for a while. Tell him you're really glad to see him getting promoted, you're excited to work with him, blah blah blah blah blah. Hell, maybe you can get a better title and a raise out of this. Of course, if you get caught, it would be... bad, probably. Quite bad. But, it worked for Pam in The Office. Well.... not this exact thing, but you figure it's the same basic principle.

[lottiecrabie]

hello sweet lottie, I’ve just reread cyosa and I am back on my hands and knees begging for the alternate cuddle ending before you inevitably leave us (still can’t think about that without wanting to die btw xx). as a cuddle truther I must say there are not many days I go without thinking about what may have been hahaha. lots of love 4eva and eva ily

if i could directly send u this and Never give the shower truthers any resolution I would

you lay on the bed, still sweaty and panting, covers and limbs crisscrossing all together. your head rests on his arm, clutching his hand as though holding onto the buoyancy of him, as though you’d be drowning without. the room smells of sex. a grin teases your lips, too proud and fucked-out to be disgusted yet.

‘thank you,’ you speak, quiet and comfortable in the heat of the room. bone-deep happiness curls inside of you. you want to stick to him and the bed and never leave this moment.

matty presses the back of your hand with his thumb. ‘you’re welcome.’ you want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. ‘thank you for trusting me.’

‘of course,’ you say easily. ‘though, it’s not really a compliment on me. you did all the work; i just let myself trust a completely dependable person.’ matty hums, musing.

after a moment of silence, your eyes dropping with exhaustion, he finally asks, ‘so why did you choose me?’

you readjust in his arm, the pinpricks of discomfort on your skin. reality, and the immensity of the ignored, presses your chest. ‘i mean, as we’ve said, i trust you. and—‘ you bite your lip, wondering how much you want to share, how much there even is to say. ‘you’re a good person. a good friend. you never make fun of me for all my pro-con lists or my neuroses. i knew— i don’t know.’ he’s quiet, pensive, and it all feels too much. you force out a laugh, joking, ‘plus, you know, there were all these rumors on campus that you’re a sex god or whatever.’

matty laughs. ‘so am i?’

‘you don’t need me to answer that.’

‘oh, come on. i deserve a little compliment for that performance.’ you slap his belly, shaking your head, but he just laughs harder. ‘so that was all?’ he asks again. you wonder what he’s searching for.

you sigh. bite your lip. ‘well, i guess i found you pretty too, if we are being honest.’

‘glad to hear it.’

‘don’t let it get to your head.’

‘too late.’ you can hear the smirk. you tsk. ‘you know, you’re a very quick study,’ matty declares to the room. you flush, ego and pride curling pleasantly up your spine. your smile widens in earnest ways you’d bother to hide any other times.

‘you’ve a very good teacher,’ you praise back, tilting up to look at him. he still gazes up at the ceiling, hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks red and glistening. god, he’s so pretty. you bite your lip. ‘we’re very good at this,’ you try, dipping a toe in the terrifying.

‘yeah.’ he says, quiet, thoughtful. ‘too good. i think we’ll wake up to many complaints from your neighbors.’

‘oh, yeah. you’re about to have the most watched walk-of-shame ever.’

‘everyone trying to catch a glimpse at the talent,’ matty tsks, faux-mournful. you roll your eyes, vaguely slapping his stomach again. ‘y’know, it might be wise to avoid it altogether.’ again, his eyes stubbornly face the ceiling, but you can feel how his breath hitches and holds under your hand. your grin curls in your cheek.

‘right,’ you nod. ‘wait a few days. give them time to forget.’

‘exactly.’ his thumb rubs the back of your hand. from nerves or from the desperate need to feel you, you’re not sure. ‘and, while we’re here, we might want to check a few other items off your list. just to maximize our time.’

‘smart,’ you laugh. ‘two birds, one stone, and all of that.’

‘of course, i don’t want you to think i’m only using you for things related to your bed. i’m very open to having dinner and any other activities to pass the time as well.’

you can’t take it anymore. you flutter your eyelashes at him, teasing, ‘matty, is there something you want to ask me?’

finally, he looks down and locks eyes with yours. something gets relieved at the sight of you. his smile grows, his hand tightening in yours. ‘do you want to go on a date with me?’ your heart rushes, a flutter of feelings in the depth of your belly.

‘yes,’ you say, grin shining on your cheeks. he can’t hold back the joy either; his head dips down, catching your lips. you push against him to tease, ‘kissing me before our first date? what’s next, you think i’ll put out, too?’

‘oh, i’d never.’

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

29 for cyoa ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

If you made a playlist, talk about the songs on it and share a link

I did make a playlist, and I listen to it a lot.

So as of today, there are 52 tracks on the playlist, but it’s always growing because I’m always rediscovering songs that suit the fic as I see it. I tend not to focus on lyrics often and rather how the overall mood of the song fits the story, so if a song’s lyrics don’t seem to make sense within the context of the story, it’s because they weren’t taken into consideration. Of course, that’s not always the case, like with Jamelia’s “Something About You” which describes Lily’s awakening to her feelings pretty damn accurately.

There are a healthy number of my favourite artists from the 90s on there because CYOA Lily and James are 90s babies and Lily in particular has a deep, deep love for the 90s aesthetic, as evidenced by her 90s prom fantasy (which is why Maria McKee’s “Show Me Heaven” is on the playlist). So on there we’ve got Lighthouse Family, Simply Red, Britney Spears, Samantha Mumba (Lily’s preferred artist to listen to when Paul and Wendy are having sex in the next room), Backstreet Boys, Celine Dion, Steps, The Corrs and others. Why I haven’t put Peter Andre’s “Mysterious Girl” aka my all time favourite song from the 90s on there is beyond me, I’m going to do that now.

A couple of specifics:

Dario G’s “Sunchyme” is an absolute bop and it’s the song that I picture post-makeover Lily dancing to when she’s getting ready for work in the mornings. James’s get ready song is “I2I” from A Goofy Movie, which is also on the playlist.

Obviously I had to feature Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” because that was James’s first nickname for Lily.

“Therapy” as sung by Andrew Garfield and Vanessa Hudgens is also on the playlist, because @wearingaberetinparis suggested a lyric from that song as a chapter title for chapter 42, when Lily and James have their argument. It was a genius suggestion on her part because of course I had to have Andrew on the playlist, right??

“Good Day” by Nappy Roots is a song that always makes me laugh, and it was the song I played over and over when I was writing chapter 41 aka the chapter where Lily finds out about James and Skylar.

There are a bunch of Sohodolls songs on there because they make very horny music and Lily and James are deeply, deeply horny for one another.

Flo Rida’s “Wild Ones” is on there because you guys voted for it? Why? Find out later.

And I have two Florence + The Machine songs because she’s playing the benefit!

Fic Asks!