#i love the play on words with shopping in lingerie lol

[crisp-red]

been reading through Vice Versa, one of the first lesbian magazines in the US, and i just know edythe eyde would’ve done numbers on 1940s tumblr

[cl3fairyyy]

hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.

warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!

word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!

notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:

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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters. 

One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you. 

Edward hasn’t fucked you in months. 

Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other. 

You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.  

But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment. 

You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment. 

You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.  

You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you. 

It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery. 

The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.  

The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.  

One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved. 

hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you. 

we’re finally making some REAL change : ) 

You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek. 

When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?  

Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it. 

‘Dear Riddler, 

Come find me.’ 

Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before. 

He definitely likes it. 

You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.  

He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine. 

You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.  

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner. 

You’re his prey. 

So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out. 

Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms. 

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.” 

The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently. 

“Looks like you caught me.” 

With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine. 

Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.  

His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it. 

“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.” 

“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.” 

He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible. 

“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee. 

“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him. 

He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.” 

You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.” 

He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit. 

“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.” 

You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say. 

“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.” 

He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look. 

He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.  

Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes. 

“I need more.” 

Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm. 

“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex. 

He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you’re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask. 

He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.” 

He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him. 

“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.” 

You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands. 

“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.” 

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...” 

You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you. 

“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?” 

You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat. 

“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.” 

He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own. 

Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor. 

“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.” 

Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you. 

“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.” 

He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax. 

You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.” 

Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Thank God you're on birth control.

Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly. 

“I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

There's your lovely Eddie.

You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in. 

When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.” 

When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking. 

“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips. 

“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.” 

He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.  

“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."

He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."

He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.

"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."

Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.

"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."

"You're unbelievable."

You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.

Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

for the prompt: accident - whump give me all the whump.

Made myself cry a bit with this one lol.

***

The thing is, even though they both were well aware of their dangerous jobs and that every day they each left for their shift that there was a chance something could happen to either of them, there was still a part of each of them that believed that it never really would.

Call it wishful thinking, or naivety, or just plain stupidity, but they both never thought that something serious would actually happen to either of them.

So, when the Chief Alonzo turned up at harbour station out of the blue one day, with a solemn face and asking to speak to Tommy alone, Tommys heart immediately felt like it had been shoved into a blender before the chief even spoke.

The next thing Tommy saw was the road ahead of him as Lucy drove. His body was rigid. Every process inside his body - his blood pumping, his lungs inflating, his heart beating, felt like each had to be done with a concentrated effort. Nothing was automatic anymore.

He tried to remember what the chief had said but it was only coming back to him in pieces. Fragments of words and sentences.

Accident. Fertiliser. Explosion. Internal bleeding. Coma.

He’d ran to his locker, grabbed his bag and jacket and went straight to Lucy’s car. He was aware she was speaking but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. He was trying to remember if he’d told Evan he loved him when he left for work that morning.

Logically, he would have said it - he said it every time either of them left work for work. And when they returned. And before sleep and at random moments throughout the day. He relished the opportunity to tell his Evan that he loved him.

But he couldn’t remember saying it that morning. Why couldn’t he remember? It was important. Evan was important. Loving him was important. So why couldn’t he recall saying those words? What if Evan.. he couldn’t have the last time he ever saw Evan, not knowing he was loved.

Last time. He was already thinking about worse case scenario and they weren’t even at the hospital yet. How could be so pessimistic? If Evan had taught him anything it was to be positive.

He shut his eyes tight and tried to think of good things.

The first time he’d kissed Evan and that feeling in his heart when their lips met - like it had been cracked open and he knew in that moment that was absolutely done for. When he’d arrived at the hospital for the wedding and Evan had greeted him mouth first in the waiting area to his surprise.

The way Evan had so proudly introduced him to people as his boyfriend to the other wedding guests, face covered in soot, even though they hadn’t even discussed what they were yet.

He pictured the look on Evans face when they’d had sex for the first time; like Tommy had hung all the stars in the sky just for him. And the look on his face when Tommy had said I love you to him for the first time.

He watched Evan dance around his kitchen in that ridiculous apron with a charicature of a lingerie-clad woman’s body on it that Christopher had bought him as a gag gift but Evan had insisted on wearing. He thought about the joy on his face when he’d finally perfected one of Bobby’s recipes or created one of his own.

He pictured the adoration on his face when he played with his niece or how proud he was when he showed off the friendship bracelet he wore that she had made for him.

He remembered the night Tommy flew the two of them miles away for the evening and they laid on a blanket in the middle of nowhere watching the stars, and Evan telling him the story of Cassiopeia.

He thought about how happy Evan was when Tommy told him a drawer in his bedroom and space in his closet wasn’t enough and he wanted Evan to move in entirely. The excitement he had when they went shopping for ornaments for their first Christmas tree - absolutely NO angel for the top because they’re creepy, he’d insisted.

He thought about 2 weeks ago when he’d dragged Lucy into the jewellery store to help him pick out a ring. How he’d swatted her hand away when she’d pinched his cheek telling him how fucking adorable he was being in love.

He imagined how he was going to propose by flying them somewhere under the guise of a weekend getaway. How he’d cook Evan one of Bobby’s recipes that he knew that Evan loved, then maybe sit outside under a blanket in front of a fire listening to Evan reel of facts about the place they were staying or something about campfires.

He thought about how he would tell himself in the moment not to cry when proposing but that he probably wouldn’t be able to help it. He imagined that they’d argue about how to get married - big wedding with everyone or elope somewhere like Vegas. He thought about Evan probably insisting that he take the name Kinard and how he’d find it funny watching people trying to figure out why people call Evan Kinard ‘Buck’.

“Tommy.” Lucy voice broke though the fog. “We’re at the hospital.”

“Right. Sorry.” He said getting out of the car. They got to the desk as quick as possible.

“I’m here for Evan Buckley.” He told the woman.

“Are you family?” She said not even bothering to look up. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He WAS family, sort of. He meant the same to Evan as actual family but legally he wasn’t. At least not yet.

“Uh, kind of. I mean, I’m his emergency contact. Thomas Kinard.” Her eyes finally looked up at him before looking back down at her computer as she typed away.

“Tommy?” Bobby’s voice came from his right.

“Bobby! How is he? Where is he? How bad is it? Is he-“ his voice was frantic. Shaky. Bobby out his hand on Tommys shoulder.

“Tommy, take a breath.”

“I can’t, Bobby. Not until-“

“He’s alive, Tommy.” Tommy’s lungs finally deflated hard and he bent forward resting his hands in his knees, finally being able take in and let out a full breath which he hadn’t been able to do since the chief spoke to him.

“How bad?” He asked.

“He’s definitely got a pretty nasty concussion. They suspect he’s got some internal bleeding which is what they’re most concerned about, so right now they’re running scans to determine if and what internal damage there might be.” He led Tommy over to a seat and practically forced him to sit down.

Tommy rested his elbows on his knees and tried to calm his breathing.

“What the hell happened, Bobby?”

“We were at a fire at a fertiliser factory. There was an explosion and the blast threw Buck back about 30 feet.”

Tommy ran his hands through his hair. Bobby nudged him and gestured toward the Doctor walking towards the waiting area.

“Thomas Kinard?” Tommy practically leaped out of his seat toward him.

“That’s me. How is he?” His voice was shaky still.

“We were pretty concerned about internal injuries and there is a small amount of internal bleeding which we need to keep an eye on for the next couple of days. He has a pretty nasty concussion which we’ll also be monitoring. He has numerous bruises and abrasions from where he landed on the concrete floor but miraculously no broken bones. All things considered he is an extremely lucky man.”

“Wait, wait.. so he..” Tommy blew out a forceful breath to steady himself. “So, you’re saying that he’s going to be okay?”

“I can’t make any guarantees, as I said we need to monitor him for the next few days, but his prognosis is positive. He’s currently stable and if he stays that way over the next 24 to 48 hours then he should be fine to go home in about a week.”

“I thought he was in a coma?” Tommy said to the doctor.

“There was a discussion about whether or not he would need to be put in a medically induced coma to allow his body to heal, but as it stands currently there’s no need.”

“Can he have visitors?” Bobby asked.

“He’s currently getting some more tests but I’ll send out a nurse to let you know when you can see him. It shouldn’t be too long.”

Tommy couldn’t stop the tears from exploding out of him. His body began to crumple and Bobby thankfully moved quickly to catch him. The fear, the shock, the adrenaline, the relief.. it all hit Tommy at once as he grabbed onto Bobby tightly.

“Hey, hey, I got you.” Bobby reassured him. “You’re okay. Bucks okay.”

***

Tommy apprehensively walked into the room. His heart damn near broke at the sight. Evan lying on the hospital bed, leads and monitors attached to him. Numerous cuts and scrapes ran along his forearms and there was a bandage wrapped around his head.

It struck his as a stark contrast to his facial expression as he slept. He looked peaceful. As though he wasn’t aware of the condition of his body.

Tommy slid a chair as close to Evan as possible and sat down, gently taking his hand into his own.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He looked up as Evan hoping that his words would magically make him wake up. He knew that wasn’t how it worked but he still hoped. “God, I was so fucking scared. When I saw the chief walk into harbour and the way he looked at me, I thought..” He sniffed and wiped the tears away from his cheek. “I thought I’d lost you. I can’t lose you, sweetheart - I’ve only just found you. You are everything to me, Evan. Everything. And I can’t live a life without you in it. So you need to come back to me, do you hear? You need to come to me so I can marry you. Then we can sell the house and we can buy some place bigger. Some place with a big yard so that you can get a dog that I’ll complain about but will inevitably fall in love with anyway. Where we can have big barbecues and invite the whole of the 118, and Jee and Denny and Mara and Christopher can play around in it. And maybe we’ll build a tree house for the kids to play in - I know you always wanted one when you were a kid. I can picture you now up there reading them stories under blankets. I want everything with you, Evan. I want the rest of our lives and the world with you. Just please be okay. Please just come back me and we can-“

Tommy felt a squeeze to his hand and immediately looked up to Evans face. His brows were tightly drawn in, his eyelids fluttering.

“Evan? Sweetheart?”

“To…” his voice was barely there and hoarse. He swallowed and tried to take a deeper breath. “Tom-my?’

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” He stood up and ever so delicately smoothed back Bucks hair and gently pressed his lips to his forehead. Buck tilted his head slightly into the direction of Tommys voice and his eyes finally opened a little to meet Tommy’s.

“There’s my Evan.” Tommy smiled.

*

“I’m okay, Tommy. Really.” Buck told him for what felt like the one hundredth time in the last 48 hours.

“How is your head?”

“A little sore but okay. The morphine is definitely helping.” He raised his arm up.

“If you feel anything else you need to tell me. Or the doctors. No pretending that you’re fine if you’re not. You-“

“Tommy.” He interrupted taking his hand in both of his and looking at him as softly as he always did. “I know you’re worried, but I promise you - I’m alright. If anything changes I will tell you. But I’m okay.”

Tommys shoulders visibly lowered.

“I just.. i.. when the chief came to see me and he told me that you.. Evan I thought that was it. I thought I’d lost you. I thought.. all the plans I had in my head about our future - I thought they were over.” Buck reached out and wiped the tear from Tommys cheek.

“Tell me about them.” He carefully shifted over on the bed and patted the space he’d left. Tommy got up from his chair and gently laid on the bed, raising his arm and placing it behind Buck allowing him to lean in towards Tommys chest.

“I plan on selling the house and us getting a bigger one, with a big yard for family barbecues and maybe a dog.”

“Yeah?” Tommy didn’t have to look at Evan to know he was smiling at the idea.

“Yeah. Maybe building a big tree house for kids to play in.”

“I can sit up there with them and read them stories. Well, maybe Jee and Mara - Denny and Chris are probably a bit too old for stories. What else?”

“The most important one.”

“What’s that?”

“Marrying you.”

Tommy heard the heart rate monitor speed up and he couldn’t help the smile. He leaned back a little look at Evan who was looking back him with those beautiful earnest blue eyes, quickly filling with salty liquid.

“Y-you want to marry me?” He asked, this time his voice was the shaky one.

“Well that depends.”

“On what?”

“If you want to marry me.”

“From the moment you walked into the hospital at my sisters wedding.” He said plainly. Tommy felt like his heart had burst in his chest. He gently got up from the bed and walked over to his bag and pulled out a black velvet box before sitting back next to Buck.

Bucks heart rate monitor was still beeping faster and Tommy glanced at the door waiting for the nurses to come running in thinking he was having a heart attack.

He opened the box and held it out.

“Evan Buckley will you marry me?”

Buck reached out gently and held Tommys face and kissed him softly.

“Absolutely.” He grinned. Tommy kissed him back before removing the ring from the box and sliding it onto his finger.

“I love you so much, Evan.”

“I love you too.”

“Mazel tov!” Chimney exclaimed. Buck and Tommy looked over to see him and Maddie standing by the door with huge smiles on their faces.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Buck asked, a flush rising to his cheeks.

“Enough to see the most beautiful proposal ever.” Maddie gleamed.

“Hey!” Chimney complained.

“Sorry, second most beautiful proposal ever.” Maddie corrected.

[justmeeeehiii]

Care for me

You decide to do your girlfriend a little favor by buying new lingerie and surprising her…

Warnings: (slight)SMUT!! lactating, sex, fingering (r receiving), cunnulingus (r receiving), mommy!billie, sub!reader, fem!reader, top!billie, I didn’t proof read… lol…, this is my first ever post… have mercy on me!

Word count: 1315 words

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It was a sunny day, the Californian sun having no mercy on the citizens.

You were at Billie’s and yours shared house, tanning by the pool, shirtless, of course.

Just how Billie liked it.

But Billie wasn’t here, she was working with her brother Finneas, trying to come up with a new song for her album “Hit me hard and soft”.

It was a lonely day, you did some chores, started a new painting, played with shark, but it just wasn’t the same without your beloved girlfriend.

On days like these, Billie would usually stay in the studio until sunrise, working hard.

You didn’t mind, you never did.

You love the work she does, it’s always amazing to listen to a new song, watch her edit it, cut it, come up with a cover for the album.

You loved that about her, her creative mind.

She was just as creative in bed…

You and Claudia decided to go shopping, get some new lingerie for your partners to fuck you in.

“Hey, Clauds? Do you like this?”

you asked her, waiting to for an answer.

You held up a black, Lacey lingerie-Set, dazzled with some sparks, but not too much, just how you liked it.

“Oh, Billie is going to freak out when she sees you in this!”

You bought the set after Claudia’s respond, excited to wear it for Billie tonight.

After you got home, you fed shark and got ready for bed, putting on the new lingerie, of course.

It was late, 2 am, to be exact, and Billie wasn’t home yet.

Just as you were wondering if you should call her, you heard the door open and close.

You decided to wait in your shared bedroom for Billie, sitting in bed with your legs crossed.

“Ugh, I had the worst fucking day of my life, today!”

Billie complained, not even looking at you, as she came through your bedroom door.

She angrily threw her bag on the floor and stripped just as aggressively.

“I can’t come up with one god damn song! And my manager keeps fucking things up! I told him to order confetti for the tour and he forgot! And then, he just tells me that it can’t be delivered till next May?! Dude, I’m going on tour in a few MONTHS, I don’t know what to do, I’m just so stressed….”

You listened to her complain, not saying anything and waiting for her to turn around.

“Hey mama, are you good, you haven’t said anythi-“

As Billie turned around, she stopped mid sentence, taking in your beauty.

It was like she was struck by lighting, trying to gather herself.

“Hi Billie…”

You sheepishly said, turning a little red when you saw Billie looking you up and down, stopping at your breasts.

“Hi, mama… what’s this for?”

“I went shopping with Claudia today, bought some new lingerie… do you like it?”

You asked her, knowing that she definitely did like it.

Billie crawled into bed, giving you a long, passionate kiss and deepening it by holding the back of your neck.

“Fuck, you look amazing…” she husked out breathlessly.

“I bought it just for you… I can relieve some of that stress you’ve got…”

Billie was getting wetter and hornier by the second, feeling like a hungry animal being teased with a perfect steak.

“Oh, I would love that…”

She replied taking off her bra, as she had already removed her clothes while complaining earlier.

Just as you were about to say something, she cut you off by kissing you.

She kissed your lips, then your neck, then wondered down to your panties, taking them off with her teeth.

She breathed in sharply, already wet for her.

“You’re so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you properly” Billie chuckled, while taking off your panties and shoving them in your mouth.

“If you keep quiet, I’ll reward you… if you don’t… well.. you know the drill.”

She was talking about your casual punishment, a spanking.

You secretly loved getting spanked by her, being bent over her lap, begging for mercy, being dominated by the only person who could make you feel this way…

Just as you were daydreaming about getting spanked, you felt Billie’s tongue on your clit.

Circling it clockwise, exactly how you linked it.

You let out a soft moan and a sigh, griping Billie’s hair.

Not being able to talk through the panties stuffed in your mouth, your moan came out muffled.

“Billie…”

“Shhh, didn’t I tell you to be quiet? Be a good girl for mommy…”

Billie’s dirty talking had no mercy on you, your wetness only growing with her words.

Billie continued licking, sucking and biting your clit, stimulating it just enough for you to get turned on but not enough to cum.

She thrusted two of her fingers inside you and you let out a long, lustful moan.

Billie was good at this, really good.

She knew when to speed up and when to stop to tease you and deny you of pleasure.

As she continued thrusting her finders in and out of you, you arched your back, gripping the white sheets under you.

Your moans got louder, and Billie’s finders faster.

“Come on baby, cum. Cum in mommy’s fingers…”

Were the last words you heard before reaching your climax, breaking completely underneath Billie.

Coming down from your high, Billie removed the panties from your mouth and replaced them with her two fingers, making you taste yourself.

“Suck.” She commanded, and you obeyed.

“Good girl, you did so good…” Billie whispered in your ear softly, biting your earlobe and placing a kiss on the small area behind your earlobe.

You were exhausted, obviously.

Having sex with Billie was one of the best but at the some time the most tiring things, and she knew that.

She knew that you loved aftercare afterwards, being babied by her.

She got up, leaving you all alone on the low cold bed and you complained by groaning.

“Billie, come back…”

“I’ll be right there baby, just hold on a sec.”

She replied from the bathroom.

Coming back, you saw that she has a bowl and a cloth in her hand.

She gently parted your legs, exposing your pussy to the cold air and started cleaning you up with the wet cloth.

You didn’t like the cold air hitting your warm, glistening pussy, so you whined, just like you always would.

“Shh I know, I know sweet girl, but mommy has to clean you up.”

After finishing cleaning you up, she placed a little kiss on your sensitive clit, making you jump.

Chuckling, she set the bowl and washcloth aside and gently placed you in her lap, holding you like moms hold their newborns.

Looking into your big eyes, she caressed your face, getting a few strands of hair out of the way.

“I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.

You know how to satisfy mommy,

you did a great job.

My sweet, sweet baby.”

She told you, making you feel validated.

You felt your eyelids get heavier and Billie noticed, placing a boob in your mouth, she nursed you.

It comforted you, having skin to skin with your girlfriend and lactating, feeling my the warm milk fill your mouth.

Billie wasn’t pregnant, no.

But after she found out you had a little thing for her boobs and nursing, she started taking pills to make her milk flow.

The things your mommy does for you…

Billie hummed a little melody, rocking you from side to side, helping you fall asleep.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After that, you peacefully fell asleep in your girlfriend’s arms, wondering you deserved to be loved like this.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Surprise (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship Warnings: chubby/curvy MC, graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) Word Count: ~2k | AO3 Summary: Your boyfriend had been stressed with work lately, so you got yourself a pretty lingerie set to surprise him, hoping to cheer him up. [This story is part of my WereRoomies series, but honestly i feel like it can be read even if you haven’t read the rest].

Author’s Note: this adds absolutely nothing to the lore of this series, it’s just shameless pwp. especial thanks to @mistlitmoonlight, @incredulousquokka & @sstarryreads for encouraging me to post this when i asked about it lol

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut Warnings: praising · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · intercrural · cumshot · very lowkey body worship? or is it highkey? i can’t tell anymore you guys can tell me lol

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“Look at you, baby… Taking me so well… You look so gorgeous like this, you know?”

All you could do in response was pathetically whine as you continued to bounce on your boyfriend’s cock. One of Chris’ hands held your wrists in place behind you, keeping you sat straight, while the other gripped your thigh, right under the elastic of your suspender belt.

You’d been at it for a while, you had honestly lost count of how many times this man had made you come in the last hour, but it wasn’t like you were surprised by this. It was exactly what you were hoping for when you got this lingerie set.

It was a last minute decision, to be fair, but now you were glad you did get it in the end. You’d gone to the store with Changbin’s girlfriend, she wanted to look for something cute for herself so you tagged along, and when you saw the plus sized matching set–bra, panties, stockings, and suspender belt–you were certainly intrigued.

Shopping for underwear in your size was always annoying, so finding something that fit was almost a guaranteed purchase. And when you looked at yourself in the mirror back at home you knew you’d made the right choice. The bra held your bust perfectly–which was already a rare find–the suspender belt was snug on your waist, the stockings fit your thick thighs just right, and that last one was the one that had you the most excited, because you knew Chris would absolutely love seeing these on you.

Your boyfriend had a thing for thighs, something you were always ready to let him indulge in, considering you had plenty to play with. So, when you got the text from him that he was finally on his way home you got into your pretty plum coloured set, draped his bathrobe over your frame, and patiently waited for him to come home.

As soon as you heard the beep, beep, beeps of the keypad you got on your feet, making your way to the hall so you could greet him. Chris made his way into the flat with a groan, dropping his keys in their designated bowl in the bureau and his bag by the umbrella stand as the door closed behind him. 

“Welcome home, baby”, you wrapped your arms around his neck as soon as he opened his arms for you, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Mmm… You smell so good, pretty…” Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly by your waist, and pulling you flush to him. 

“How was work?” Threading your fingers through his hair, you gently massaged his scalp as he waddled you both further into the flat.

“Hell-ish… Just wanted to be back…”

“How tired are you?” You whispered in his ear. Sure, you wanted to jump him, but if he was tired you could always leave this for some other night, it was important for him to get some rest, too.

Chris seemed to have picked up on your tone–or maybe it was your scent, he always knew when you were in the mood because of your scent, so it wouldn’t surprise you if that were the case. “Not tired at all for my pretty baby… Why?”

The hopefulness in his question made you smile, and you pulled yourself away from him enough to give him a brief kiss. “Because… I have a surprise for you…”

“A surprise?” Chris was clearly not expecting any surprises, but he looked like he wanted to find out what it was regardless.

So you gave him a nod, untangling yourself from his limbs and taking a couple of steps back as you undid the knot of your robe–his robe–letting it fall to the floor.

The gasp that left Chris’ lips certainly made it all worth it.

“You…” He licked his lips, and he brought both of his hands to his face, slapping his cheeks a couple of times. “Wow”.

“You like it?” You dragged your hands from your chest to your hips, eventually moving lower to find the elastic holding your stockings in place and snapping it against your skin, making Chris exhale an incredulous huff as he shamelessly stared at your thighs, focused where the skin swelled a bit over the lace welt.

“Like it?” Chris gave you a look from head to toe, that predator look that always had you wet for him in record time, and it had you shivering with excitement. “Baby, listen to me, and listen very carefully…”

You clasped your hands behind your back and nodded, an obedient gesture that you had come to know would get him even more worked up. You saw Chris’ Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and he brought a hand to his cheek again, softly massaging his jaw. “I’m gonna go wash my hands, freshen up a bit, and in the meantime you’re gonna go into our room, go on our bed, and patiently wait for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, understanding, so you turned around to make your way towards your shared room, relishing Chris’ gasp as he took notice of your thong. You couldn’t help but turn around, smiling playfully at him, and the smirk he gave you back was enough to let you know that you were in for a long night.

So that was how you ended up here, riding his cock after he had given you toe-curling orgasm after toe-curling orgasm–with his mouth attached to your sensitive chest, with his head between your legs, with his fingers between your folds… 

The bra and panties had long since been discarded by the edge of the bed. ‘You look great in these, but if I don’t feel your skin I might actually die’, Chris had mumbled into the skin of your neck before he carefully undid the clasp of your bra to remove it off of your frame–even when he could get a bit desperate, you’d already given him an earful the first time he ever tore one of your bras, ‘good bras are hard to come by! Destroy all the panties you want, but leave my bras alone!’ and thankfully he’d been extra careful with that since then.

‘These are staying, though…’ he’d dragged his hands up and down your covered thighs once he’d removed your underwear, so you were left wearing only the suspender belt and the matching stockings, which wasn’t surprising at all, these were certainly the star of the entire set.

“C–Chris…” You weren’t really sure what you wanted from him, his tight hold on your wrists behind your back had your mouth watering, the feeling of your tits bouncing had your head spinning, and his cock so deep into your cunt was quickly building your next high at an alarming pace, even when you were anything but steady at this point–if anything, you were taking it quite slow, because your legs just couldn’t keep up anymore.

“What is it, pretty baby?” Chris’ grip on your wrists tightened, and the hand he had been keeping on your thigh moved to knead one of your breasts, making you whine when he pinched and rolled one of your already bruised nipples. “Want me to take over? Is my baby tired?”

You nodded weakly, holding his gaze as best as you could, getting lost in the dark haze of lust you could see in them.

“Come here, love”, releasing your wrists, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to lay your weight fully on him.

You let out a sigh of relief, stopping your movements altogether to simply enjoy the feeling of Chris’ lips on the heated skin of your cheeks. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, yeah? So good to me, wrapping yourself up in such pretty packaging…”

Sliding his hands down your back, Chris found purchase on your rear, holding you tightly as he started to effortlessly move you up and down his cock, making you moan with the sudden movement. “So fucking pretty… Always… Mine…”

“Yours…” You mumbled in his ear, revelling in the groan that left his lips, revelling in the feeling of his thick monster cock filling you up time and time again. “Only yours. Only–” His pace was quickening, and you couldn’t help but whimper against his shoulder. “Only my alpha’s…”

“Fuck… You always…” With a groan, he stopped his movements, keeping you flush to him. “Always clench so hard when you say that, you know?”

Before you could respond, Chris rolled you on your back, stealing the air out of your lungs as he resumed his thrusts with your legs over his shoulders, his hands at either side of your hips for leverage, tilting your hips just right to hit your sweet spot. “Do you like it, pretty? When I stuff you full? When your alpha takes care of you?”

You swallowed, nodding as you reached for his forearms at either side of you, gripping him tightly–although you knew that for him the strength of your grip was probably barely even noticeable. “Love it… Love you, Chris…”

The moan that left Chris’ lips as your words reached him did it for you, sending you over the edge. Tears gathered in your lower lashline as he kept fucking into you, helping you ride your high for a while longer until you savoured every wave of pleasure he could draw out of you.

“Love you. So much… My perfect girl…” Pulling out from your abused cunt, Chris held your thighs tightly, easing his cock between the supple flesh to fuck himself right on the sliver of skin exposed by your stockings, spreading your own juices all over your skin with his movements.

The sound of his hips hitting your skin was almost deafening, and you knew you were going to bruise where his hands tightly held you. Reaching for him, you cupped his cheek, softly stroking his skin with your thumb as he ruthlessly fucked your thighs. “Give it to me, Chris… My big bad wolf…”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it clearly did it for him, too, because seconds later, he let out a borderline animalistic growl, just as thick ropes of his seed kept spurting from his tip between your legs and soiling your entire torso. He was always so warm, his cum was warm and tempting, and the way he kept fucking your thighs to ride his high as he stared deeply into your eyes while groaning and grunting and swearing was still to this day one of the hottest things you’d ever experience.

“Fuck…” Chris was panting a bit, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. Hooking a finger under one of the elastics, he pulled on it so it snapped back on your skin, making you giggle.

“These… Good God, these were an excellent purchase, baby. Remind me to get you a pair in every single colour”, Chris chuckled, pulling away from you entirely with a ‘stay put’ so he could leave the room, returning a minute later with a warm washcloth to clean you up.

Once you were thoroughly cleaned, he laid down next to you, pulling you into a hug and smothering your face with soft, tired kisses, mindlessly mumbling into your skin. “Mm… Pretty…”

You chuckled softly, slowly caressing your boyfriend’s back once he moved your head to rest on his chest. “Hope this helped ease some of that stress you’ve been going through with work, baby…”

“Work? What work? I only know my precious girlfriend, and her delicious thighs…” Chris mumbled against your hair, pressing soft pecks on the top of your head.

He was quiet for a while, just massaging your scalp and your soft body, until he took in a deep breath, hugging you impossibly closer. “How was your day, though?”

You couldn’t help but smile against his skin, rubbing your cheek on his chest before you pulled back to look at him, finding him already looking at you with a soft smile on his lips. With one final peck on his lips, you started telling him about your day.

Author’s Notex2: if you made it this far, thank you for reading ! let me know if you would be interested in reading little drabbles like these for the couples of this series between the longer one shots ! i’m currently working on a bit of a longer piece to get more in depth in Chris’ character, and it’s from his POV, so look forward to that :) thank you for always being supportive of my silly little werewolf AU💜

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[foolishforyou]

I see that you mention Percy wearing a skirt a couple of times

Any specific headcanons of what he likes to wear :D?

I have so many silly little ideas and none of the words to describe them, so we'll just go for a rough overview! [This all depends on the specific AU btw, because I'm picky over which versions of Percy in my head I'm dealing with]

Skirts! With skirts, I never really go short skirts for Percy, I feel like he'd get self concious about The Legs. So I often go maxiskirt or if I'm stuck in some sort of office AU I make him wear a pencil skirt. Not one of those really short ones, the ones that come with a matching blazer lol. Think clothes a politician would wear but nice actually.

[Another reason I love putting Percy in a maxiskirt is that it can reflect some of his more lax country upbringing and almost make him look hippy which is fun to play with]

Trouser suits and/or skirt suits for work.

Jeans! I think he would not be caught out in jeans because he's terrified about looking unprofessional so his only jeans are really worn and he only wears them around the house. [This is for an adult Percy AU obviously, as a teenager yes I imagine him wearing jeans, but like. Charity shop jeans. Worn jeans. There's holes in the knees and mud on the cuffs jeans.]

Lingerie. 🫶 👐🙌🙏💅

I headcanon my boy would never get the guts to buy it himself, this is a gift from a partner. Nothing with too much lace, or straps or irritating things, but silky things. Smooth, satin things. The colour I will always default to is blue because. Yeah. You can imagine, it'd just look nice.

Shoes, I think he'd eye high heels appreciatively, but he thinks he's a lil too tall [DON'T LISTEN TO THEM YOU'D BE BEAUTIFUL MY GIANT] probably those weird pointy work shoes which look uncomfortable. Idk I haven't got anything concrete for shoes, only that he'd never wear things like crocks. he's a sandals kind of guy.

[gayashawol]

30 Day Jonghyun Month Challenge

(I dare you!)

Warning: This post will have talks of fanfiction, and sexual content that may not be appropriate for minors and those that may be uncomfortable with that subject matter.

To be honest, there needs to be more Jonghyun fanfics in the world. Share your love by written words, and make it known that Jonghyun is no-touch territory by letting your inner delulu out for this fun writing exercise this April!

Of course this isn’t limited for only 1 year! Schedule this post for the next year, and then the year after, and then after that!

Feel free to change some prompts if you don’t feel comfortable! After all, writing is meant to be fun, so why force yourself to write something that you don’t like? You can even turn the romantic prompts into platonic however you want, since loving Jonghyun as a friend is just as magical and delulu inducing than having him as a boyfriend or husband!

Romantic/Platonic Prompts!

1. First Date

2. Day out

3. Funfair Date

4. Cinema Date

5. Clothes Shopping

6. Picnic Date

7. A walk at the park

8. Birthday party/Anything celebrating his birthday really

9. Road Trip

10. McDonalds date/Anything drive thru (I’m terrible at thinking of dates ngl)

11. Concert/festival date

12. A walk in the city?? (idk if it’s creative lol)

13. Cafe hopping date

14. Bicycle/Motorcycling around the city

15. Cruise ship date

16. Traveling abroad

17. Meeting your parents

18. Sporting date (Going to a sports game as a date, e.g super bowl, football/soccer game, etc)

19. Beach date

20. Spending the day indoors/Movie night

21. Sleepover/Sneaking in (depends really)

22. Arcade date

23. Accompanying you at the doctors office

24. When you’re not feeling well

25. Proposal/The very moment you realise that you two click really (it could be like when he heals your inner child or makes you feel safe idk how to explain it)

26. Meeting your family (like siblings, cousins, etc)

27. Marriage/Friendanniversary date

28. Moving into a house together

29. Day out with the family

30. Reuniting after time apart

Sexual Prompts! (Didn’t forget about y’all)

1. First Time

2. Teasing

3. Giving him head

4. Vibrator(s - go hard as you please lol)

5. Nipple play

6. Butt plug

7. Licking you there (giving you head/eating you out)

8. He controls you (Or you control him — it’s a birthday post, go crazy on it)

9. Handcuffs/Bondage

10. Blindfold

11. Fingering

12. Anal??

13. Uniforms/costumes

14. Roleplaying

15. Sub taking the role (femdom if you’re a girl)

16. Spanking

17. Remote vibrator (iykyk)

18. Semi-public

19. Walked into (and maybe joined…?????? 😏)

20. Massage (OHHHHHHHHHEJAISKSKSSKWK)

21. Sex with clothes on??

22. Skirt…? (Do what you will-)

23. Vibrating panties- (ARE THESE A REAL THING?)

24. Oh fuck it imma add a backstage sex prompt

25. Panties/Lingerie

26. Shower/Bath/Restroom sex

27. Car sex…?

28. cAn wE jUsT iMaGiNe jOnGhYuN aS cHriStiAn gRaY?

29. Do whatever you want, but he lets out a big, fat, juicy load like some anime character idk

30. Aftercare!! (Because it’s very important!)

[toomuchracket]

blood anon is so real i need matty to rail me so bad it aches to move the next day and there are bruises everywhere but i still wanna go again because it was that good it made me forget my own name and what county im in

this all feels so d word to me... thinking maybe he's just back from tour, and him coming home to find you waiting for him in one of his shirts and some new lingerie underneath leading to an actual whole night of non-stop sex. like, you've used all the toys you bought in your sex shop haul, you were (both) tied up (btw i have blurbs about this specifically to write lol), and both you and matty have broken your own personal records for most orgasms had in one night lmao. matty is ridiculously proud of this, and makes several comments about how "you've just needed a man to keep up with you the whole time, babe, yeah? not like those boys you were with before", while you're clinging to him literally quivering with elated exhaustion, completely unaware of anything but him. you're both so tired that your usual aftercare shower is out of the question, because neither of you can actually stand for any longer than about a minute lol - matty cleans you up with a damp washcloth, then gently guides you to the bathroom so you can go to the loo and brush your teeth before the two of you collapse back into bed and go to sleep. you wake up first the next morning like OW, aching and desperate for something to soothe your muscles - you decide to run a bath, and matty finds you doing this 5 mins later like "jesus christ babe you look wrecked. shit, i'm so sorry. those bruises are insane, fuck". and you're like "babe you are literally no better. and shut up i enjoyed it", and matty grins like "oh, so did i", and then you have a sweet little kiss and an "i love you" exchange before you both get into the bath. the relief of the hot water is almost instantaneous; you sink back against matty's chest contentedly, and he absent-mindedly traces little patterns across your skin. it's sweet, and needed, but your mind flashes back to last night and how good it was, and soon you're taking matty's hands and moving them to your boobs as a hint - he giggles and starts playing with them, like "you really are insatiable, aren't you?", and you sigh happily like "your fault for fucking me so good and making me needy for you all the time". and matty's turned on too, so he kisses your neck and in your ear asks "yeah? what do you need, baby?", and you softly moan "you inside me again"; matty turns your head to kiss you properly, then pulls back and says "go on then, sweetheart". and yeah, you ride him then and there - slower and softer and more romantic than last night, but still so good <3

[veronicaphoenix]

Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — Part Two | Words: 14k

Tags & trigger warnings: threesome, p in v (protected and unprotected), oral sex (both receiving), anal sex, use of sex toys, ice play, slight bondage, blindfolding, fluff, comfort, angst, and a lil bit of drama?

Author's note: I cannot for the sake of the universe write anything short. This has been a problem of mine since I was in school lol. I'm sorry if this feels rushed at parts, tho. I didn't want to delay any longer and it's not beta read. I might do some changes in the future. Anyway, buckle up! This is going to be a wild ride! (Also, thank you to everyone for the support on this! It means a lot <3 I'm sad 'cause we're not getting any more oliver!noah content).

INTO THE ABYSS OF BAD HABITS — PART TWO

I let out a sigh as Alana kept looking at me as if my anguish amused her. It had been nine hours since I sent the text. Oliver had replied with three giant big smile emojis, while Noah had kept it as simple as per usual with a simple “good” that made my stomach swirl. 

“Could you please not talk about this to anyone?” I asked Alana, my eyes casting furtive glances around the shop to make sure nobody had caught into the topic of our conversation. It appeared that of late, I was constantly evading prying eyes, as though I was orchestrating someone’s murder. 

“I won’t, of course,” she assured me, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the matter. “It’s none of my business.”

“It’s somewhat…” I hesitated.

“I understand. People are still stuck up with traditional ideas and stuff. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” 

“It’s not a secret,” I corrected her. “But I rather keep this private. The guys have an image to maintain and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“I don’t think you should worry about that. After all, I’m pretty sure given the way they’ve been looking at you since the tour started they couldn’t care less about their image. Besides, it’s their job to manage those things. Leave it to them to sort out their image. You do you and enjoy your trip.”

I let out another sigh followed by a smile. 

“Seriously, get it” Alana insisted, gesturing towards the cute lingerie set. It was certainly the cutest thing I had found in the entire mall, and I knew Noah would love it. Despite his feral demeanor in stage and in bed, he loved all things cute and adorable. It was some kind of kink —among all the others he had—, but I wanted Oliver to like it, too. I hadn’t spent enough time with him to know which things exactly turned him on and off, and this time it wasn’t just about Noah. I wanted to please them both. “It’ll drive them crazy. More than they already are. And if they weren’t joking when they discussed every thing they’ve got planned for tonight, if I was you I would take a trip down to the spa at the hotel and relax for a while.” 

As the bartender in the club filled my glass, all I could think about was Noah and Oliver on that stage, the way they had moved around each other, performed in a synchronized rageful performance to deliver an ecstasy to the public. I could only think the ecstasy that was waiting for me back in the hotel room. 

I handed a ten pound bill to the bartender and thanked him after grabbing the glass. 

I turned around, making my way back to the dance floor where the girls were having fun. It didn’t take me long to spot Oliver not far from where I was standing. 

Under the lights and the music, he looked extremely good in faded denim jeans and a black Cannibal Corpse t-shirt. He was caught up in a conversation with Lee and another guy that I remembered as their tour photographer. He was occupied, his mind somewhere else, but I couldn’t help the heat pooling down between my legs at the idea of having him all to myself that night again; that I would taste him, that I would drown in his scent as he fucked me in any way he wanted. The best part? Whenever I would look to the other side, I would find Noah, waiting for his turn.  

Now that I was adamant on my decision, I was hungry for them. 

I started swaying to the music, hoping it would take away some of my anticipation. I sang, and laughed, and danced, thinking that I was doing it just for fun when deep down, I couldn’t lie to myself. Every move was meant for the two men. I was dying to catch their attention, to draw their gazes toward the dancefloor where I was standing, clad in a tiny black backless dress and same color high heels.

As if sensing my thoughts, Noah entered my line of sight. Contrary to Oliver, he was standing by the bar counter on his own, facing me, leaning on an elbow, the cap he had worn during the performance with Bring Me the Horizon still on his head, and a similar turtleneck shirt covering his torso. 

A lonely wolf. 

His intense stare was fixed on me. He had been eyeing me the whole time, watching me with a hawk-like intensity. There was a dark tone in his eyes that I’d never seen before. It was as if he was sizing me up, preparing to pounce and consume me whole. I immediately felt a sense of inhibition, a part of me tempted to shy away, but the pulsating rhythm of the music discouraged me from doing so. 

I didn’t want to back off. 

I swayed gracefully, succumbing to the subtle cadence of a Måneskin song that seeped through the speakers. As the seductive beat of the music coursed through my veins, I began to move with more fervor, swaying my hips sensually to the pulsating bass. My fingers traced invisible patterns in the air, a teasing prelude to the seduction that would follow. The song, with its raw and electrifying energy characteristic of the Italian rock band, fueled my movements. 

I conveyed my desire for Noah as I moved, my body a mesmerizing silhouette. As the chorus of the song reached its peak, I used every beat to accentuate my movements. I could see his restraint, a subtle tic in the muscles of his jaw beneath the shadows cast by his cap and the flickering lights of the club. 

Then, he was walking towards me, confident long steps. His magnetic presence drew the attention of some of the people around. He was fucking alluring, there was no denying, but despite of it, his eyes remained solely focused on me. 

I swallowed. 

The air thickened around as he circled me until he was positioned right behind me, his whole body engulfing mine. 

“You’re testing my patience,” he said. The softness and delicacy of his tone rivaled his emotions and intentions. 

Well, that’s what you get for making me cry, I thought. Instead, I said, “I don’t want you to have any with me tonight.”

“You better watch that mouth, or you’ll get what you want,” his breath burned against my neck.

Before I could formulate a response, Noah had already walked away, leaving me yearning for his touch and his threat, my skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, the spot between my legs damp. 

One day I would just tie him to the bed and have my way with him, give him a taste of his own medicine. 

My expression must have amused the other man that was eyeing me, Oliver, because immediately I heard his grave laugh behind me. 

“He’s got it bad,” he sang, his hands quickly finding my hips.

“You think?” I asked back, looking up at him from over my shoulder. I took another sip of my drink. 

His green eyes fell on me and I suddenly felt dizzy. The dancing and the images of what could unfold tonight had me on the brink of losing myself. His gaze was piercing. I wanted to reach up to him, grab him by the neck and pull him towards my mouth, taste the drink he’d been engulfing in. The stubble on his face and his hard facial features made it really hard to resist the urge. 

His thumb found my bottom lip and he pulled at it. 

“I know because he’s not the only one feeling like that.” 

He didn’t say it, but it was obvious that the thoughts running through his mind in that moment weren’t very holy. 

“I think it’s time we get out of here,” he decided, releasing my lip. “I don’t think I can stand seeing you move like that another minute and not taking you to the restrooms and fucking you senseless.”

“Don’t hold back on my account,” I conceded, taking a step closer to press my body against his. 

“Not here,” he replied, moving some wild strands of hair out of my hair and taking the glass from my hand a moment later. “Noah is waiting outside. He’s as hungry as I am, so we better go.”

It took me a few seconds to nod. He gave the half empty glass to a passing waiter carrying a tray. Taking Oliver’s hand, I trailed behind him as we stepped outside. When the exit doors opened, the crisp night air greeted me, causing me to slightly shrug my shoulders and shiver. Oliver was quick to notice, passing me his jacket. I put it on, feeling utterly small inside the large piece of clothing. 

Noah was standing by a wall to the left of the brick building, one foot propped up against it, hands tucked in his sweatpants pockets. He looked terribly good, like a bad boy taken out from romance novel. 

When he looked at me, I knew there was no turning back. I tightened my hold on Oliver’s hand and followed the boys into the taxi that was waiting to take us back to the hotel. 

I held my breath the entire ride back home and then in the elevator. I can’t recall feeling more anguished any time in my entire life.

The hallway was empty, immersed in the quietude of the late night. The muted lights casted a warm glow around us, and the carpet underfoot absorbed the sound of our footsteps. We stopped in front of my room. I turned around, cheeks flushed and heart threatening to come out of my chest.

“Can I have a few minutes alone? I would like to… change into something a little bit more revealing.”

“More revealing than this little black dress?” Oliver questioned, eyeing me up and down. 

I nodded, my eyes traveling to Noah. He hadn’t said a word since we left the club, but he had made sure to make the taxi drive back to the hotel a hell of a journey. 

I had sat between both in the backseat. As soon as the vehicle started moving, Noah’s hand found my thigh. When I looked up at him, his gaze was fixed on the passing landscape beyond the window. He fingers ventured closer to the spot between my legs. I glanced panickily at the driver. Fortunately, he was too focused on driving. I wanted to protest to Noah, but, as if he could sense my words coming, he grabbed my flesh and squeezed. Not enough to hurt me but enough to warn me. Oliver, meanwhile, made his intentions clear by moving his jacket down my shoulder with his smirk and his hushed dangerous laugh. He spent his time with one arm around me, his fingers caressing my bare shoulder. Occasionally, he would press a kiss to my hair and mumble some sweet and nasty words that had me flushed from head to toe.

I was holding my breath as if I was under water during the elevator ride up to our floor. I’m not sure if it had been their intention, but they backed up at the end of the squared box and left me to stand in front of them for a whole minute. Their gazes were so hot that they got me sweating at the idea of their eyes looking me up and down and thinking of all the nasty things they were going to do to me in less than five minutes when they had me naked in the bed. 

Pretending not to care and using the only courage that I could gather, when the doors slid open, I let Oliver’s jacket slid seductively down my shoulders. I swayed my hips to the sides as I walked through the hallway with purposeful strides. Then I removed the jacket completely and handed it to Oliver without uttering a word. 

The look on their faces? Oh yes, they were fighting hard to keep their primal instincts in check. Good for me, they would unleash themselves in the next few minutes. 

“Of course you can, doll” Oliver said then to my request. 

I looked at Noah. He nodded, encouraging me to go inside. There was still something guarded about him, about the way he kept looking at me and at the same tried to avoid my gaze when it became too much. 

“I’ll be quick.”

“Take your time,” Oliver replied. 

I opened the door of the room and turned back to give Oliver the card key. I stole once last look at them before slipping into the room. 

Alone, I stood against the door, their lustful gazes imprinted on my mind. Oliver’s eager playfulness. Noah’s hunger.

I filled my lungs with a deep breath before hurrying to the bathroom, where I had left the bag containing the lingerie set. 

I changed as quickly as I could, my hands trembling and my fingers failing me when I wanted to clasp the bra because all I could think about was that I had two men waiting outside my door; two men waiting to touch me, taste me, fuck me.

I hung the dress in one of the hooks behind the door and looked at myself in the mirror, checking my face, my hair, and my body.

I had never felt too sexy, only on special occasions. It’d been hard to find someone that appreciated these things, the little details of buying something not only for yourself but to impress them. 

I took one more minute to compose myself, relax. I inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.  

Ready, I climbed on the bed, kneeled on the mattress, and quickly typed a text in the group chat letting them know they could come in. I tossed the phone onto the bedside table after putting it on silent and waited with my knees pressed together and my hands resting on my bare thighs.

The room was cold, but I knew the temperature was just about to increase.  

The moment they came in, the heat of their bodies filled the space.  

Oliver let out a whistle.

“We’re in for a treat, man,” he slapped Noah in the chest with the back of his hand as his eyes racked me up and down. He left a bag that I hadn’t seen before on top of the desk without looking away from me. 

Oliver extended his arm, inviting me to him with the offer of his hand. “C’mere. Let me see you.”

I rose from my seat and stood up in front of him, feeling a mixture of self-consciousness and a newfound allure.  

“Did you wear this just for us?”

I nodded, sharing that I picked it up that morning at the mall. 

Oliver responded with a smirk. “You know how to spoil us, huh?”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Do I like it?” Oliver seized my wrist and drove my hand down to his crotch. He was already semi-hard and buzzing hot. “I think that’d be an understatement. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name,” he breathed against my neck. “You look so sexy, doesn’t she, Noah?”

Noah. 

I looked at him from over my shoulder, sending a kittenish smile toward him. 

“She looks like a treat waiting to be devoured,” he groaned.

He stood motionless, assessing me like a hawk at its pray. Then he approached me, turned me around. I removed his cap and let it fall on the floor, his short brown locks falling over his face. He grabbed my jaw without too much pressure, he lifted my head and his mouth found mine. The kiss was slow but heated, a message to convey everything he wanted and more. His mouth was a warm haven. His lips were silky, and his taste; minty. He dazzled my senses as he slid his tongue inside and dominated everything he touched. I could feel Oliver’s heat emanating from his broad body at my back. Two seconds later, one of his hands caressed my hip and slid down the curves of my ass. A slow burn. He eased me against him, my back to his chest, and his erection nudging me.

I barely had time to react with hot shock and a blistering curl of desire in my belly before Noah’s fingers tangled in my hair and he dragged my gaze back to his brown eyes.

A kiss was pressed to my neck, —Oliver—, where my pulse was increasing. 

This is going to go fast, I thought. They’re not going to waste any second. 

Their restraints were weakening, and I felt powerful, like a goddess. Couldn’t believe I was able to do that to not only one man, but two. 

“You should decide a safe word before we start,” Noah suggested, pulling away and licking his lips. 

“Am I going to need it?” I asked, a hint of cockiness in my tone.

“It’s not my intention,” Noah assured me, gently touching my chin, “but you should have one.”

“Okay. Umm…”

It was hard to focus with Oliver’s mouth still peppering kisses all over my shoulders. He looked at me from the side. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” He asked. 

My smile widened. 

Why did I feel so confident? Why did I feel that this was meant to be; that it was right where I was supposed to be?

“Can it be ‘antivist’?” I proposed.

Oliver snorted. I was trying to break the ice. Truth was, I was very nervous and a little bit scared despite my courage and the way I was managing my behavior. I had never been with two men, much less with two men like Oliver and Noah, tall, muscled tattooed guys that knew what they wanted and could get very dominant, especially Noah with whom I had had my fair share of experiences.

“This is serious,” Noah reprimanded.

“What’s wrong with it?” I questioned. 

“‘Antivist’ is fine,” Oliver concluded. Here we go again, I thought. Noah striving for a cold, macho attitude while Oliver was exactly doing the opposite with his laid-back, playful vibe. 

“The moment the word leaves your lips, we stop, yeah?” Oliver clarified.

I nodded. 

“Get back on the bed,” Noah instructed, patting me gently on my ass cheek to encourage me. 

I obeyed him. By the desk, Oliver emptied the bag he had brought in and two boxes of condoms, lube, silky rope, a black mask, and other small packages spilled on the surface. Oh, my. 

“What have you planned?” I asked sweetly, settling, my moves subtle as a cat’s slow walking. 

Noah’s lips quirked into a little smile. Finally.

“Tonight’s about you, but we don’t want you to spoil the surprise. You’re going to have to trust me. And Oli.” 

“Alright,” I shifted on my seat, impatient, excited, my hair falling over my back and chest. Oliver moved it over my shoulders when he came to stand at my side, his fingers felt like fire on my skin. 

“Why don’t you lay down for us, doll?” 

I laid down on my back, tempted to bend my legs and keep my knees together. I knew that would only piss Noah so I lay still, legs flat, hair haloing around my head. 

“Good girl,” Noah praised. 

Oliver’s fingers traced a path in my thigh, making me get goosebumps. “So beautiful.”

It was intimidating to see them from my position. Their presence was both thrilling and overwhelming. As they loomed above me, I became acutely aware of the vulnerability of my position. Yet, there was also a sense of liberation flowing through me as I acknowledged that, for one night, I could let go of everything and enjoy every second of the pleasure that awaited me. The bed beneath me felt both a sanctuary and an arena.

Noah excused himself for a few seconds only to come back holding something in his hand that I couldn’t see. He stood on one side of the bed, leaning in.

He bent down so that his face was leveled with mine as Oliver’s fingers continued their tantalizing dance on the sensitive skin of my legs, creating a symphony of sensations. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Noah, my voice hushed. I was aware that perhaps this wasn’t the most opportune moment for such a question. Yet, there was no other time, and Oliver was already in on this ride. I just wanted to make sure Noah was truly okay with this and that he wasn’t doing it just to please me at the expense of his suffering. I wanted him to enjoy this, too. 

“Yes.”

I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism obvious.

“You’re going to have to convince me,” I told him. 

“Oh, trust me. I will,” his tone shifted, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “Lift your head,” he instructed. “I’m going to blindfold you.”

He showed me the mask, letting it dangle from one of his fingers just above me. My eyes must have told him that the idea was not very welcome because immediately he said in a whisper: “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You said you trust me, right? That hasn’t changed?”

“No,” I affirmed, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“I promise you’re going to enjoy this.” With that, the black mask covered my eyes. “I will, too. We’re going to have a fucking great time, kitten.”

Noah’s minty breath lingered over my lips. His tone had changed. I was familiar with that minx mixture of gentleness and danger. 

“You look fucking delicious in this,” his hand found the skin on my tummy and pressed lightly as he wandered down, his fingers adding fuel to the fire burning inside of me. The sensation of his digits moving slowly over my body at the same time as Oliver’s roamed my thighs made my breath hitch. “But we’re going to take it off you in less than five minutes.” 

“Hell yeah,” Oliver agreed. 

That was their last promise before Noah’s fingers reached the hem of my panties and stopped there, leaving me yearning for more. I could feel him analyzing me, my expression, the way my body reacted. 

He was back. The Noah I knew: my friend and my lover. He didn’t know how much our argument had affected me, but if he continued in this behavior tonight, if he played his cards right, I’d let the past behind. 

Suddenly he gave a gentle slap to my pussy, and I couldn’t contain a moan. 

Oliver’s laugh echoed in the room. Before I could drink in the sound, one of his hands slid from my legs to my rib cage and then straight up until he enveloped one of my breasts in his hand. He fondled it for a few seconds as I awaited Noah’s next move.

“This feels nice,” Oliver’s voice said, “but I know exactly how nicer it feels when these pretty tits are uncovered.”

A male hand slid under my back. I arched to give them access, and keeping up with the promise, in less than five seconds my bra was unclasped with a single pinch of Noah’s fingers. The straps were slowly peeled off from my shoulders, and I couldn’t tell if it had been Noah or Oliver. Maybe both. The heat of their bodies was right on top of me. The scent of their masculine perfumes surrounding me, intoxicating me. 

One of them grabbed the garment from the little space between the two cups and gently pulled. I moved my arms to help the bra come off my chest. A moment later I was topples, my nipples already erect but hardening even more at the cold air. 

I knew this was going to be fast, but I wasn’t prepared for Oliver’s quick pinch with his thumb and forefingers, and I screamed, desire jolting me and spreading down to the spot between my legs. He rubbed it between his fingers as I started shifting on the bed, my lips parted, drying. 

“She loves having her nipples played with,” Noah told him. “She’s super sensitive there.” His fingers found my left nipple and he grazed it, a ghostly touch. “I made her come once by merely lapping at them.”

I flushed at the memory and the fact that he shared that with Oliver. I thanked the mask I was wearing, otherwise I would have covered my eyes with a hand.

Noah, always so perceptive, must have sensed my embarrassment. Maybe my whole body was flushing. 

“There’s no room for shyness tonight, kitten.”

I let out a sigh, giving up. Before I finished letting it out, it transformed into a breathy cry when Oliver’s mouth covered my right breast, his vampire teeth starting to scrap the nipple ever so gently. 

He continued to lavish attention at the sensitive bud with a series of slow, tantalizing licks, followed by a firm suck and a gentle bite, all while Noah circled the bed. Next thing, his hands were on the back of my knees, pulling me towards the edge of the bed. 

“These gotta come off,” he declared as his fingers played with the elastic of my panties. “They’re really cute, and I hope I get to see you wearing this again soon, but now… I don’t want anything between my mouth and your pussy.”

His bold statement made me breath his name out. Oliver’s relentless torment showed no signs of slowing down, either. The intensity of the experience felt like a thrilling ride, and we were just strapping ourselves in.

Noah’s hands ventured to my belly. His fingers traced a fiery path along my ribcage before descending again. In a swift motion, he pulled my panties down and through my feet, discarding them on the floor. 

One of his fingers ran along my folds, taking in the slickness that already covered me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more and I wanted it now. 

“Do you want Noah’s mouth on your pussy, doll?” Oliver said to my ear. The moment he pulled away from my breast I missed the touch of his tongue, but he made sure I wasn’t left unattended as he used his fingers to keep my nipple stimulated. 

“Yes,” I said. “Yes,” I said again. At this point I wasn’t sure if I had managed to utter the word or just heard it in my own head. 

But Noah continued sliding his fingers up and down, avoiding my entrance. He circled my clit a couple of times, denying me of the pleasure I really wanted, until the bent down so that his lips could kiss the skin right under my navel, travel down, blow right over my clit, and then kiss it. 

“Yes!” 

My hips arched to him, following his touch as he retreated. 

“Noah,” I cried out. 

Oliver pinched my nipple, and Noah’s warning filled the room. 

“Be good. You’ll get what you need. Just let me give it to you my way.”

“Take a deep breath,” Oliver’s voice was back in my ear. “He’s going to eat you out so good you’re going to forget your name, trust me.”

I hummed, suffering at the lack of Noah’s touch. Oliver kissed my cheek, my neck, then bent to trace his skilled tongue around my clamped nipples again.

“You want that, don’t you?”

I nodded. 

“Good. Go on,” the last two words weren’t directed at me but at Noah. 

His thumb found my clit. He fondled it for a few seconds. Then he slipped a finger into me. He brushed the skin inside with want, desire, and pure need. When he pulled it out and dove it back inside, I mewled, but the sound was covered by Oliver’s demanding kiss, his fingers toying now with my other nipple. Attention was brought back to my clit with Noah’s thumb. 

“You’re burning, baby,” he said. 

“It feels so good…” I muttered when Oliver allowed me a moment to breath.

“You want more? You want Noah to eat your pretty pussy while you suck my cock? How does that sound?”

God, yes!

“I don’t know what you’re telling her but she just got super wet,” Noah said. “Is Oliver telling nasty things to you, kitten?

Oliver’s mouth was devouring me. I wanted to answer to Noah. Instead, I fisted Oliver’s hair in my hand and pressed his mouth deeper onto mine, his tongue and mine playing a tango inside of my mouth. 

Noah took that as an answer. A moment later, he began to slide his finger in and out meanwhile rubbing my clit. 

It was too fucking good, and yet, my heat kept building up, reaching new highs when Noah’s breath hovered over my pussy for a second before his mouth covered my clit and I gasped. Oliver smiled against my lips. 

“How close are you, angel?” Oliver murmured. “Do you want to come on Noah’s mouth?"

I hummed frantically, and the room seemed to mirror me, an electric energy filling every corner as Noah and Oliver’s coordinated efforts continued. surrendered to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped me. 

“Angel,” it was Oliver again. He nibbled at my earlobe. “I know this is not the best position for this, but I want you to suck me off while Noah eats you out. Think you can do that?”

I nodded. I wanted to taste him, too, despite being so close to my own climax as Noah’s mouth sucked and lapped at my clit and his fingers kept on playing, deliberately avoiding the spot inside of me that he knew so well. 

Oliver removed his clothes, and this time I cursed the mask that kept me from admiring his inked body and his taut muscles, but specially, specially his beautiful cock. 

“I’m going to move you closer.”

He maneuvered my body until it was drawn to the side edge of the bed. His knees were touching the mattress, and the scent of his dick filled my nostrils as he approached it to my lips.

“Open your mouth.”

He was big and thick. As soon as he made his way in, his weight was present on my tongue. He was right though, this wasn’t the best position, but I did my best to pleasure him and restrain myself from coming as Noah continued pleasuring me. Oliver let out a curse when my lips wrapped around him. With a hand, I grabbed his length, and I started moving my head in a rhythmic motion, trying to keep my moans from ruining my good job.

“Man, fuck, she feels amazing,” he said to Noah. 

“I know,” Noah growled against my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. “She tastes the same.” 

To that, my walls tightened at the second finger he slid in. A second after, he prodded that sensitive spot inside of me and plied it softly but without mercy. 

“I could watch you like this all day,” Oliver murmured.

His words made me clench with helpless arousal. Then Noah stimulated my clit with a long, lagging drag of his tongue. I cried out and clutched the sheets.

“The way you scream only makes me want to taste you more.” Was that supposed to be a warning? “Too bad that’s not the plan.”

He withdrew, standing up. Oliver got ahold of his cock and pulled it away, one hand removing the mask from my eyes. Before my eyes fell to his hard and reddened cock, I looked at both. Noah was still fully dressed and had a dangerous smile playing on his lips, which were wet. The way he licked them while keeping his gaze locked on mine told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. 

“You did good,” Oliver said, claiming my attention again, touching my hair. He leaned in, holding himself on one hand next to my head as he kissed me. “If you’re ok to keep going, let’s see how good you ride me.”

Without giving me too much window for thought, he moved over me to lay down on the empty space on the bed next to me. As if frozen, I just followed him with my eyes as he accommodated a pillow behind his head and pumped his cock with a hand. 

“Come over, angel.”

I looked at Noah. He gestured to go forward as he threw a condom packaging to Oliver. 

With Noah’s approval and Oliver’s hand working the condom down his length, I got on top of him, only to hear a stern and sudden “no” coming from behind. 

My brows furrowed at Noah’s word. Behind me, he ordered to turn around. 

“I want you facing me while you ride him. Let him enjoy the view of that luscious ass while you give him the ride of his life.”

“Okay,” I muttered shyly. 

I had never done this: riding a man’s cock while looking at another one. The idea made me dizzy. 

“You okay to go on?” Noah asked, checking my face with a little line of worry on his forehead. 

“Yeah,” I nodded.  

“Rub yourself against my cock, pretty girl,” Oliver commanded, his hands finding a place on my hips to help me guide my body against his. 

He felt harder than he had been in my mouth. I looked down for two seconds just to see my folds glide against his length. The image was so erotic that I could feel a new amount of slick coming out of me. How wet can a girl get? 

“That’s it. If you’re planning on killing me, you’re on the right track, doll. Now, lift your hips. I can’t wait to feel how tight you are again.” 

I lifted myself, holding my weight on my knees. His tip pressed against my entrance. I was wet enough to make the journey in easy as hell. Oliver moaned as my body covered his length, inch by inch. I focused on the sound, holding my own moans as Noah held my chin high, his brown eyes demanding my gaze to remain on him. 

Is this what you wanted? His eyes seemed to ask. ‘Cause we’ve got more to give you.

“Take my shirt off. Touch me. Ride him.”

Noah wasn’t one to ask the easy tasks, was he? I wasn’t one to give up without trying. 

I lifted my hands to the hem of his shirt, only to be welcomed by a thrust from Oliver that made me whimper. How the hell was I supposed to focus on undressing Noah when I had Oliver moving inside of me? Guess I was bound to find out. 

My hands trembled as I started to lift the cotton up, shoving the clothing up Noah’s abdomen, across his inked skin. He was as beautiful as Oliver, all those designs etched on their skins forever, as if they were works of art on their own right. I sensed Noah repressing a shiver when the shirt bunched under his arms and I yanked up, which made me rise my hips given that Noah’s height was above the average. 

Oliver had been waiting for that moment to thrust in again, his cock filling every inch of me. I had missed how good he felt since the moment we had sex days ago.

“Oliver!” My head fell on Noah’s chest. 

His hands found my wrists and he told me to keep going. 

“Slowly. It doesn’t matter how hard he fucks you. You can hold it, I know.” There was a small reassurance in his voice as I bit my lip, my hips working on their own accord with Oliver’s body. 

It was a struggle to remove his shirt off, but the moment I did I felt relieved at the touch of his bare shoulders under my fingers. One look down, and I was blessed with the sight of his bulge. If he didn’t remove his pants off soon, too, he would have a permanent mark there. 

“Should I…?”

“Not yet,” Noah replied. “Hold on to me if you need to. Now move.”

“Just like you did on that dancefloor,” Oliver’s voice interceded. 

I pulled Noah closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started swaying my hips in and up and down, a circling dance. Oliver’s sounds were music to my ears. No need for another Måneskin song or some beat in the background. His pleasure moans were all I needed, every word he uttered telling how good I felt, how good I moved around him. 

I nearly bit Noah’s shoulder when he touched my clit. 

I lost track of time. It was too good to be true; being fucked and touched by the two of them, praised and adored. The realization that I was walking a blade’s edge and that I was going to get hurt soon crossed my thoughts only to be buried under the pleasure I was feeling. I was going to explode. 

“I think our girl here is ready to come, Oli.”

“Yes, please!”

“Come on, babydoll. It’s all yours,” Oliver encouraged. 

Ecstasy ripped the sound from my throat as light, color, sensation, and heat all rushed inside of me, detonating through every nerve in my body. I jolted with an unmeasurable force, crying out so loud, perspiration making my body damp. My muscles turned as liquid as water. 

“I got her,” I heard Noah say. Bless him, ‘cause I was sure I couldn’t manage on my shaking legs. 

He picked up my body; one hand beneath my butt, another one at my back. I held onto him with little strength, my hands around his neck, my body limp. 

While Oliver stood up, his breathing heavy, and walked to the small bin under the desk to deposit the used condom, Noah dropped down in the single armchair in the room, keeping me settled on his lap. 

“You okay, doll?” Oliver asked from the other side. He ran a hand through his tousled hair. It had grown so much since I last saw him. 

“Yeah. That was incredible.”

“Better than last time, huh?”

“Sure you’re okay?” Noah asked then, moving my hair away from my face. I nodded. I shifted a bit to make sure I wasn’t hurting his erection. Just looking at it made me hungry again. I was still coming down from my high, but it was clear that the night had just started, and they were not done yet. 

I wasn’t, either. 

Noah was just pulling away from a soft kiss he had laid on my lips when I said: “Noah, I want you.”

“You’ll have me,” he promised, kissing my lips again. “Just have a little patience.”

“You said you wouldn’t have any with me tonight.”

“And I’m trying my best not to stick to my words,” he replied with a smile and a tender look in his eyes. “I want you to enjoy this as much as possible,” he continued, tracing two fingers through my jaw and to my chin. “Let me do it my way. I won’t disappoint you.”

I bit my lips, anxiety creeping in at the memory of our fight the night before. 

He was moving me a moment later so that my back was settled against his bare chest and my legs spread open over his thighs. Oliver was approaching us with a determined stride. 

I was sorting out the number of unholy scenarios that could unfold in the next five seconds when Noah said: “Oli, taste her.”

He fell to his knees in front of me, his eyes leveled with my pussy. I gasped at the image we were bringing to life. In this position, I was so desperately aware that my body was totally naked, wet, and at their mercy. I was seated on Noah’s lap, spread open, which meant that he could restrain me any time, whenever he pleased, while Oliver devoured me. My heart tripped over itself, beating triple time.

I was merciless. 

Noah’s hand slid up from my chest to my neck, his fingers wrapping around my skin as he pulled my head back.

“Lean on me while he enjoys the feast, kitten.” 

Oliver started with the skin on my inner thighs, moving slowly toward my throbbing pussy. I was a mess because I hadn’t been cleaned, and they were making it worse. 

The hand of Noah that wasn’t wrapped around my neck moved to my breasts. He massaged them as he kissed my earlobe, the skin below, and my jaw. 

“So fucking hungry, mate,” I heard Oliver mumble. 

His mouth set on me, and I immediately fisted Oliver’s head to me while my other arm lifted to find Noah’s back hair, which I also grabbed between my fingers and pulled at as Oliver’s mouth worked on me. 

“Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Feels good, kitten?” Noah whispered in my ear. “Does he eat you out as good as I do?” 

“Yes. God, Oliver, please, don’t stop.”

His tongue pressed torturously slow over my clit, the tip toying with it, nearly with more friction than I could take. This was definitely better than the first time with him, and I couldn’t get enough. He pried me open with his thumbs and stroke his tongue all the way from my hole up, up, over the hard knot that my clit was. Dizziness swept over me. 

This orgasm was going to burst over me in a flash like a fireball. I couldn’t believe myself, how fast I was ready to come when I had barely put my feet back on the ground after the first orgasm. 

However, not even two minutes after his feast started, Oliver retreated and Noah’s hands released the hold they had on my neck and on my breasts. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked breathless, lifting my head. “Why did you stop? Noah?”

I got so caught up for a couple of minutes, trying to see the look on Noah’s face over my shoulder and ignore the aching fire in my pussy that I missed the ripping of plastic coming from the desk where Oliver had moved to and where he was standing now.  

“Get off of Noah’s lap,” he instructed, his voice rough, his erection back up again. “Get on your knees and face him. Unlace him and suck him. I will tell you how.”

“O-okay.”

I followed Oliver’s word without putting up a fight, but I wanted to tell him how rageful I felt at the fact that he had done the same thing as Noah. I wanted to come in their mouths, and yet, they hadn’t let me. I knew there was another orgasm waiting for me, but couldn’t it have been in their mouths? Ugh. I yearned for them. 

I situated myself between Noah’s legs, sat back on my heels, and unlaced his sweatpants and pulled them down with his help. His cock sprung free, and it was oh so beautiful. Before I could speak or even touch him with my hands, Oliver gave me a nudge on the back and Noah slid his hand into my hair, luring me down, lowering me to his waiting gorgeous cock. 

“Tease him,” Oliver ordered.

Noah raised an eyebrow at him. 

Taking a deep breath, I skimmed my fingers up the insides of his thighs, slowly creeping my way towards his balls. Noah moaned as I fitted a hand under his testicles, lifted and cupped them. Gently rubbing my thumb across the soft surface, I licked my lips in anticipation, and I turned my attention to the stiff length of his cock. 

I ran my tongue up his length, from base to crown, finding that spot on the underside that made him gasp. 

“Holy fuck, kitten.”

He shifted so that his dick could go inside of my mouth, but I moved away and sent a sly look his way. 

“Soon,” I taunted.

I kissed his thighs, the tattoos there. I fluttered my eyelashes at him. Seeing him so vulnerable did things to me, even though I knew it was a dangerous game. 

“You do not want to play this game, kitty,” he said as he threaded his hands in my hair, grabbing a fistful. 

Oliver was watching the show over my shoulder. 

“Do as I say, angel,” Oliver said. “Put your mouth on him and suck him deep until I tell you to stop.”

“Yeah, suck me.”

I did so, sucking him inside my mouth, all the way to my throat. 

Noah settled in with groans and whispered encouragement, head laid back. I smiled with my lips wrapped around him when a film of perspiration broke out across his chest, and he began to fuck my mouth with measured lunges of his hips.

He was just as delicious as Oliver was. What was I going to do when the night was over? 

“Keep going,” Oliver commanded, setting himself behind me. “Grab onto his thighs and lift your ass, spread your legs, doll.” Not like I had much option for he was already working them open. 

I was tempted to look back, but it proved to be unnecessary when Oliver kissed his way up my back and shoulder. A sex toy appeared in my line of vision as I sucked Noah. A satisfyer.

I swallowed, and Noah groaned at the tightness of my mouth.

“Have you ever used one of this?” Oliver asked.

I pulled Noah’s cock out of my mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

“Yeah,” I admitted with a strained voice, “but I don’t think I can’t take it right now. I’m too sensitive.” 

“Don’t worry. Well just try. If it doesn’t feel good, we stop. You have the word.”

I nodded. Oliver disappeared behind me again, his voice reaching me in a hushed tone next. “But Noah told me you’re like a race car: once you’re heated up, you can go on for hours. And I definitely can’t say otherwise after our night together. You gave me a run for my money.”

“Shut up,” I said holding a giggle and slapping his thigh. Noah smiled through his pleasure and his expression warmed my heart. I had been so worried about the reasons why he decided to put us into this situation but seeing him as pleased as I was eased my worries. 

“You have the word,” Oliver repeated, his word a whisper. “Put him back on that sweet hot mouth of yours.”

If it doesn’t feel good, we stop, Oliver had said. 

Good lord, did it feel good. So. Fucking. Good. I was a mess in less than five minutes, and I was squirming under Oliver’s touch. His free hand was playing with my left nipple as his other one increased the speed of the suction every minute. 

“Don’t let her come,” Noah instructed, the cadence of his voice rough and painful. The veins on his neck were tensing up as I sucked him.  

“Don’t worry, mate.”

The more aroused I felt, the more voracious I got with Noah’s cock. I moaned around his thick erection, swiping my tongue across the fat head, curling my head around the base and squeezing up. I teased the underside of his balls, traced my finger around the crown. 

“Damn it.” He was sweaty and speechless. Glorious. 

“Angel, wanna give him some payback? Don’t let him come.”

“Oliver, bastard. This is not what we planned.”

“Stop complaining and enjoy her mouth,” he shot back at Noah as he moved the sex toy on my clit. 

“I’m not complaining.”

“Guys…” I muttered at some point, when I couldn’t take the pleasure and I had to release Noah. 

Both their laughs filled my ears. Their presences chilled me to the bone and heated me up until I was about to combust. That’s what they did to me. 

“Okay, doll,” Oliver called out, giving me a break and kissing the dimples in my lower back. “This is how it’s going to go. You’re not going to come until Noah does. He wants to share this orgasm with you. So, the quicker you want to come, the better you’re going to have to suck him. You ready?”

I wanted to say yes to everything, but my mouth was already full with Noah’s big, heavy length again, and Oliver had placed the satisfyer right on my clit again. 

“That’s it, baby. You can take me deeper. Yes, good girl. Fuck yeah.”

One minute. I knew Noah’s cock as well as my own hand. 

It took me one minute to get him to trip over the edge.

“I’m going to come. Fuuuck!”

As he spilled into my mouth, my orgasm washed over me. I pulled out, swallowing quickly. I muffled my screams on Noah’s thigh. I’m sure my nails dig hard into his skin as I held onto his thighs for dear life. 

After a minute, or perhaps five, I was being lifted from the floor, my knees aching despite the carpet. Oliver carried me to the bed and settled down beside me, his hands exploring every inch of my body, delivering comforting massages while his lips left a trail of kisses here and there. His soothing voice accompanying the lingering dizziness in my head. 

“I’m never letting you near me with that toy again.”

“Oh, is that a complaint?” He snorted, amused.

I couldn’t hide my smile. 

“If my orgasms are just going to keep getting bigger, I might pass out in the next one. Just letting you know.”

I had never experienced more than three orgasms in an hour. The credit, of course, belonged entirely to Noah. Tonight, I had the feeling that they were determined to surpass any previous record, adding it to the fact that there were four hands, two mouths, and two cocks in the game. I was flooded with a mix of both excitement and apprehension. 

“That’s not going to happen,” Noah declared.  

Oliver’s lips met mine, reigniting the excitement as his hands explored my body avoiding my nipples and pussy. Noah, having recovered from his own orgasm, observed us for a moment before his arousal stirred again. 

The stamina of these two was something out of this world. They were glorious on stage, but naked and sweaty, hair messed up and muscles all tense? That was something else. 

As Oliver planted kisses on my belly, I noticed Noah near the desk, holding a red silk rope and playing with it in his hands.

He blindfolded me again, adding an extra layer of intensity by tying my hands above my head with the rope.

“Is it too tight?” Noah inquired.

“My pussy is,” I boldly replied, biting my lip. 

“Stop tempting me and being so feisty. You know I’m going to fuck you. Your pussy won’t be that tight when we’re through with you.”

“Amen to that,” Oliver chimed in. He had left the bed to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He sat on the bed a few seconds later and lifted my head carefully, guiding my lips to the bottle. “We need you to stay hydrated. Drink some.” 

I gladly did, welcoming the reliving liquid as it poured down my throat.

“Thank you.”

“Noah.”

He passed the bottle to him, and I heard Noah gulping down water until the bottle was emptied. He threw it into the bin where Oliver’s used condom lay at the bottom.

“I was thinking…” Oliver started to say, “of tying her to the bedposts. What do you think, Noah? Should we keep the blindfold on and tie her to the bedposts? Play with her, keep her on edge for hours until she’s begging us to fill her up?

“Not a bad idea,” Noah replied, the playfulness from Oliver’s tone missing in his. 

“Don’t you dare,” I mumbled, my wrists rubbing against each other due to my restraint. I was tempted to close my legs. 

It was too much, being laid totally naked and wet in a hotel bed while two hot tattooed and very naked men eyed me and devoured me with their gazes. Even if my sight was restricted by the black sleeping mask Noah had put on me moments ago, I could feel their hunger in my bones. 

Then, I felt Noah’s breath on my mouth. 

“Watch us, kitten.”

It was a threat that made me tremble with anticipation. 

“Ohh,” Oliver wailed, opening my legs wider with a hand on my knee. “Someone likes the idea,” he said, aware of my slickness. It was embarrassing. 

“It’s not funny,” I whispered. 

“Says the girl who chose ‘antivist’ as a safe word,” Oliver reeled in. 

Noah lightly grazed my lips with his teeth. 

“I could say the same thing to you about that performance you put on the dancefloor knowing that it would get my dick hard as fuck and I could do nothing about it until we had you in this hotel bed,” Noah replied, his voice hoarse. 

“He’s got a point,” Oliver agreed.

“Spread her open,” Noah commanded. “What’s the time?”

“We’re good,” Oliver replied, following Noah’s words and stretching my legs as open as he could, leaving me totally accessible for whatever he and Noah intended to do. “A couple more minutes.”

“A couple more minutes for what?”

“You don’t get to ask questions tonight, doll,” Oliver reminded me. 

His hands were replaced by Noah’s, and the mattress dipped at his weight. He settled right between my legs, his skin brushing mine. I wanted to touch him, but I knew better than that, so I remained still. 

A hand cupped my left breast, and it amazed me how easily I could identify that touch as Oliver’s. He massaged my flesh for a few seconds before his fingers moved to my hardened nipple. I arched toward him, needing his touch, but he moved away, leaving me and Noah alone in the bed.

“I need to have you, baby,” Noah whispered.He rubbed his cock against my folds and I gasped. Yes!

Instead of entering me, he grabbed my legs, lifting them up while warming his palms to the inside of my thighs. 

“I love your thighs, you know that?”

I did, but I shrugged my shoulders as he settled my ankles on his shoulders.

“You only say it when you’re lost in the pleasure.”

“Hmm.”

I wish I could read his thoughts, see what he saw when he had me underneath him, if he thought I was beautiful or something more than that, if my body drove him crazy. 

Maybe he didn’t need words to convey that, but I still needed them. If he couldn’t give them to me yet, at least I wanted his body. 

“Noah, please.”

He settled right where I wanted him. In one slow thrust, he was in. 

“The way you feel around me… Dear God.”

“Yesss…”

“You’re so wet. Is this what we did to you?”

I nodded frantically. 

“Answer me. I want to hear you,” he said, the roughness of his voice betrayed by the soft kisses he peppered down my knees and thighs. He was moving so slowly that I was about to lose my mind. 

“Yes. Yes, Noah. I’m so wet because of what you and Oliver did to me.” 

“Christ,” was his reply through clenched teeth. “You have no idea how much you tempt me. All the time.”

Without warning, he spread my legs apart and his body covered mine entirely, his mouth coming down to meet mine to kiss me hard and deep. He stayed still for a second, then. When I wriggled my hips, his hand pressed down my hip to kiss me still. I was not expecting his next words, at least not that night, in that situation. 

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you the other night.”

After processing the meaning of his words, I let out a long sigh, sinking into the mattress with his weight on top of mine. 

Well, I thought, you’re definitely making up for it now.

“You don’t deserve an idiot like me,” he continued. His lips so close to mine, but he wasn’t kissing me. He was waiting. 

“You’re not an idiot,” I told him softly. I wished my hands were free so that I could touch his cheek. “Well, maybe a little,” I continued with a little of sassiness.

He thrusted hard and I screamed. 

“Clearly, huh.”

Clearly, I agreed. I clamped my pussy around him, knowing what it did to him. He growled and tried to go faster, harder, only to withdrew not even a minute later. 

Shit.

“No, Noah. Why?”

“You’re going to make me lose it.” 

“Isn’t that the point?” I questioned. 

“Not exactly,” I wanted further explanation, but then he called to Oliver two seconds right before somebody knocked on the door. 

I froze.

“Don’t worry,” Noah said, hovering over me. His naked body, his erection covered in my slick, so close to me again. “They can’t see us from here.” 

 He touched my cheek with his knuckles while I heard Oliver moving around and putting on some clothes. 

He opened the door. 

The minute it took him to come back had me dreading with questions and tempted to remove the blindfold. As he came back, his laugh filled the room and my ears. 

“We’re going to have so much fun with you.”

 “What is it?” I couldn’t help but ask when I felt Oliver setting something on the bedside table. 

 Noah lay a finger on my lips. 

 “No questions. Just feel, okay?”

 A few seconds later, something cold and wet touched my chest and I cried out. 

“Cold?” Oliver inquired, sliding the ice cube between my breasts. 

“Fucker,” I muttered. 

“Exactly. Noah, help yourself.”

No. Not the two of them, oh Go—“Ahh!”

Noah was on the other side of the bed, sat at my side, ice cube between his fingers as he traced a circle around my nipple. Oliver had slipped his to my navel, where a droplet of water filled the space of my belly button. 

“Guys, please… Not this game,” I whimpered. 

“What fun would we get if we listened to you?” Oliver questioned. I could tell by the direction of his voice that he was kneeled at my right side. He traced the shape of my navel as Noah drew an eight around my breasts. 

 “I can’t tell you how beautiful you look spread out like this for us, all vulnerable and wet.”

Noah’s words sent a shiver down my spine only to make me arch my back when his tongue traced the wet pat the ice had left on my skin. 

“Such a sweet girl.” That was Oliver, his tongue having found my skin, too, now playing with my navel. 

I was doomed.

I’m going to die.

“We’re not going to let that happen.”

Oh. I was so far gone I didn’t realize I had said that out loud. Had it been Oliver who said that? Or Noah? 

Who cared, after all. They were both being a fucking dream. I wasn’t in the condition to think clearly, but a voice in the back of my head told me that I would never recover from this night. Not only from the physical imprint it would leave on my body with all their kissing, licking, and love biting as they played with the ice on my skin, down my belly, all over my legs, on my neck, but from the emotional damaged that I was bound to suffer. 

 I rejected those thoughts as I felt Noah’s tongue on my nipple, the piece of ice cube now small trapped in his mouth and touching my hard nipple whenever Noah’s tongue wasn’t flicking it.

Oliver’s large palm caressed my leg from my ankle to my hip, all the while kissing my lower belly, very close to my pussy. He sucked at the droplets of water that had filled my navel. When he was done, he picked another cube and traced the line where my pubic hair started growing, teasing me. 

“Oliver… Please…”

“Because you sound so fuckin’ sweet.”

The ice touched my clit, then slid down my pussy. I couldn’t control my breathing anymore, and neither could I take hold of the cries coming out of my mouth. Noah left me nipples for a moment to check on me, asking me if I was okay. 

 I was, or I thought so. I didn’t know. I wanted Oliver to stop and at the same time I wanted more. 

Noah removed the mask. I had tears in my eyes when his brown, comforting gaze fell on me. 

“Can you take more, kitten? If you can’t, we’ll stop right there.” 

Oliver lifted the ice cube from my skin, waiting for my response. 

 I looked down at him. 

“I… I…” I closed my eyes. “I don’t think I can. It’s too much, too cold.”

“Alright,” Oliver concluded, getting up. “No more teasing. You want to come, doll?”

I turned my head on the pillow to send a pleading look his way. 

“Please?”

“You’ve got it, princess.”

Dropping the nearly melted ice cube on the bucket, he bent down to kiss my lips. They were cold but he was more than welcome to never leave my side if he kept kissing me like that. 

“Kitten,” Noah’s call. 

“Yeah?” At that point, I couldn’t even recognize my voice. It was strained and weak. 

“I want you to ride Oliver. This time facing him.”

I suddenly felt like I was back alone in a room with him, that the space that had been growing between us was there again. Why didn’t he want to share an orgasm with me? I wanted to come around his cock and wanted him to spill himself inside of me, with or without condom. I truly couldn’t care in my state of mind. 

He must have seen my face because he said: “The best part is yet to come.”

Was that supposed to reassure me? Make me feel better?

“I want you to come,” I told him, regaining some self-control, if you could call it that… 

“I will.”

“Inside of me. Now,” I lifted my hips towards him, who was now standing at the end of the mattress, his desire and torment obvious in the way his cock stood up, hard and red. 

“No,” he shook his head, his stare steady. “That’s not how we planned it.”

“I don’t care. I want to come with you.” 

“You’re not ready yet.”

He was really pushing my buttons. I didn’t want to end up fucking Oliver just for the sake of getting back at Noah. This wasn’t what I wanted the night to turn into. 

“What game are you playing?” I asked him, pressing my thighs together, forbidding him from seeing me. Above my head, Oliver untied the rope and fred my hands. 

“We’re just building you up for the biggest orgasm of your life, doll,” he added, sensing the building tension between Noah and me. 

“So let us give it to you, and we will give you our release, too.”

I furrowed my brows at both of them, and glared at Noah before I let Oliver lay on the bed, my movements reluctant. Oliver cuddled me to his side and his green gaze softened until he convinced me. They were doing this for my pleasure above theirs. Whatever reason Noah had to being avoidant of coming undone with me yet would surface in a while. 

“Let me make love to you again, sweet thing.”

Oliver helped me straddle him again. He was beautiful and looked all mine laying underneath him. I let all my worries and uncertainties fly away as I confidently put on the condom, thenn grabbed his cock in my hand and positioned it at my entry. 

I sank down, feeling all of him, moaning in unison with him. 

“You fill me up, Oliver,” I confided, letting myself go again. 

Whatever unresolved feelings were there, occupying the room while the three of us fucked each other’s brains out, would be dealt with come morning. Not now. 

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so tight on me. I wish I could keep doing this every fucking night. I wouldn’t get tired of it.”

All of a sudden, the mattress dipped behind me.

Noah. 

He settled onto his knees, between Oliver’s spread legs, his thighs brushing mine. 

Noah’s hand caressed the curve of my ass and, unexpectedly, two fingers delicately slipped between my ass cheeks, applying a cool liquid. 

I tensed, bracing myself against Oliver’s hard abdomen.  

“Noah?”

“I know,” his voice reassured, soft and calm. “I told you we would give you the best orgasm of your life. Here it comes. We’ll take it easy. I promise.”

Oh.

Oh. 

This meant…

A threesome, in all the sense of the word. 

“But we’ve never… I’ve never…”

“I know. I want to be the first one. Will you let me?”

I took a deep breath.

Let go, the voice in my head said. 

I closed my eyes and gripped Oliver’s skin. His hands were on my hips, his thrumbs tracing soothing circles. 

“Yes. Yes, Noah. Please.”

“When you say it like that… Damn it. You’re going to kill me.” He placed his hands above Oliver’s. His cock rubbed my left ass cheek and I trembled. 

“We’ll go slow. I’m going to slide a finger in. It shouldn’t hurt. Just realx, okay? If you feel any pain, you let me know.”

“Okay.”

Breathe in, breathe out. 

“There we go…” He whispered. 

When his long digit slid in and I took in the feeling of it and oliver’s cook both inside of me, I moaned. 

“Feels good?” Oliver asked, staying still as a statue. The veins on his neck threatening to burst if he had to wait much longer. 

“Yes. It feels… strange but good. I like it.”

“Good,” Noah encouraged. “Be honest with us, okay? Your well-being is our priority, despite what you think.”

“I know,” I cried as he moved the finger in and out, increasing the speed every seconds. 

Then, he let me know he was going to introduce a second one. With both in, he stretched me, taking his time to make sure I was okay, that I was getting familiar with the intrusion. 

“Can you take it, doll?”

“Yes, Oliver. God, it’s… good. I want more. Please.” 

Noah kissed my shoulder, obviously satisfied with my reaction and my honest answer. I loved pleasing him. Pleasing both. I couldn’t wait to have them inside of me at the same time, feel them stretch me out and have them come undone at the same time I did. 

“Do you think you can take me, baby?”

I opened my eyes and swallowed. Clearly, Noah’s cock was not the size of two of his fingers. It was much bigger, and I wasn’t experienced in anal sex at all. However, I trusted him. I trusted Oliver. I had a safe word, and they had kept on reassuring me that this would end whenever I said so. 

“I want to try,” I answered, finding comfort in Oliver’s green earthy gaze. “I want to feel you. I want you and Oliver inside of me.”

“That’s a fucking honest answer, kitten,” his comment made me doubt, then he added, “I can’t wait to make it real for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he said, kissing my shoulders and my hair. He moved the wild strands to one side. The breeze making me shiver. “Hold still,” he indicated Oliver. 

I felt him, then. Fingers out. Condom on. Noah’s hands parting my cheeks gently. “Take a deep breath, baby. Push down as I push in, yeah? We’re not going to let anything happen to you. This will feel good, I promise.”

“I trust you,” I breathed out, my mind filled with cotton. 

“Thank you for that.”

One more kiss on my sweaty back and there it was, slick and hard against my entrance. 

He pushed in a fraction, and his head entered me. There was pressure, but no pain, only  the one igniting at the press of his fingers digging into my hips, which I didn’t mind. I forced myself to breathe. 

“Push down, baby.”

I did. A sharp edge of pain sliced me. A couple of small thrusts that turned into bigger ones later and… 

“Christ,” Noah’s voice shook my entire body. A contained groan. Below me, Oliver’s mouth was agape, as if he could feel it, too. 

Noah shoved forward again, easing in another few inches, the last ones. I cried out.

“Damn it, this is fucking tight… Baby?”

I couldn’t speak. I was lost in the pleasure, holding myself in hands and knees, my palms pressing down on Oliver’s stomach. His breathing ragged. I imagined it was because it suddenly got tighter there, between my legs. 

I felt Noah retreating and I wanted to whimper.

“Fuck. Oli, is she okay?”

“She’s better than okay, mate. You should see her face. This is… It just got so freaking tight.” 

“Kitten, I need you to use your words and tell me you’re okay or I’m going to pull out.”

“No! No, don’t! I’m okay. I’m fine. Just— Can you go slow? I need to… get used to the both of you.”

I felt Noah untensing behind me, and slowly, very slowly, he started pushing back inside. As he sank his cock inside of me, his body leaned forward. He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. Another one in my shoulder. With one hand he moved my hair to one side again, the movement of his hand ever so gentle. Then, his breath was on my ear.

“You’re doing so good for us. You’re incredible.”

“Can you feel us both, doll?” Oliver’s voice mingled with Noah. 

I was in cloud nine. There was pain, yes, but it had nothing to do with the waves of pleasure that were swallowing me. And we hadn’t even started moving yet. 

“It’s so fucking tight.”

“Oliver, please. Noah. Move. I need it. I need you.” 

“You have us, baby girl.” 

“We’re all yours, princess.”

Then the friction started, and I never felt anything like it. I thought I was going to die. The first few minutes were excruciating, the burning sensation spreading through every inch of my body. The fact that I was sheltering the two of them constricted the space for each of them which made everything tighter around them and more intense for me. I had never felt so full. 

“Man, I can feel your dick. This is insane.” 

“I know,” Noah replied. 

“Faster,” I implored.

They didn’t change the pace. When I opened my eyes, Oliver was looking at me, studying my face. 

“I can take it,” I assured him, my hand sliding up his chest until my fingers found his jaw. I leaned down and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss. Noah was moving behind me. We were covered in sweat. I couldn’t contain my moans. 

At some point Noah grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, my back colliding with his sweaty chest. In a second, I had one of his hands squeezing my breast, the other one sliding down until he found my pussy and his index finger and thumb found my clit. 

I let out a cry and grabbed onto his thigh with one hand and onto his arm with the other.

“That’s it,” he growled against my hair. “Let us hear you. You’re clamping down on us and it’s so fucking good. You’re a goddess, baby. I should’ve told you before. I should’ve told you every single time I was buried deep to the hilt inside of you.”

“Noah!” 

“Fuck, man. What are you saying to her? She’s tightening so much she’s gonna make me come in two seconds.”

“Don’t.” Noah told him, returning to his seriousness as he held me. “We’re going to come with her. We don’t come until she does. That was the plan.” 

“I wasn’t expecting this. Angel, you’re… damn.”

Noah sent one last warning to Oliver. 

A moment later, I bent down on Oliver’s body again because I couldn’t keep myself straight. He wrapped his arms around me, and Noah took the chance to grab my hips and guide me towards him as I fought to get Oliver in and out of me again. 

“Oliver, God…!”

“No God, babe. Just me and Noah.” 

I was going to die. Right there right then. This time for real. Yes.

“Touch yourself.”

I swear it was both of them speaking their voices giving the same command. I was mastered, and I didn’t want it any other way. I obeyed. I screamed as my orgasm swallowed me whole, only as another one came rolling in as Noah’s and Oliver’s wails filled the room as they came into the condoms. 

We were so fucking loud, I’m still surprised no one called to let us know that the people next door had complained about the noise.

I had tears running down my cheek as I recovered from the brutal experience I had just gone through. 

When Oliver and Noah retreated, I felt as empty as ever. I wasn’t able to move. It took them a while to be able to react themselves. Only when they had regained some control over their arm and legs they managed to move me to the mattress. 

They cleaned me up and placed kisses on my shoulders and belly as the other whispered how good I had been and how amazing I had made them feel. Noah asked if I was okay twice, trying hard to make my eyes focus on him. But I was too gone for that. I was okay, really, but I was left with no energy. Three orgasms, or had it been four? I had lost count when both of them pounded into me in a synchronized dance that made me experience a new whole definition of the word ‘orgasm’. 

Oliver’s arms wrapped around me, tucking me against his chest. I loved the smell of him, the way his skin clung to mine. I didn’t want to let go ever.

“We’re going to have shower sex in the morning if you’re not too sore,” he whispered after pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, “after we call room service and we feed you some pancakes and fruit. How does that sound?”

“Hmm. Too good to be true, honestly…” I muttered, falling into a slumber with a smile plastered on my lips. 

Noah’s laugh warmed my entire body as he gently ran a cotton towel between my legs again. 

“Let’s get you dressed, baby.”

I let them do. Between the two, they slipped a huge t-shirt on and put on some white cotton panties that Noah found in my suitcase. He ran a smoothing hand down my hair and kissed my forehead before he excused himself to the bathroom. 

I fell asleep for a while, or maybe it was just a couple of minutes. I couldn’t know. I had lost track of time the moment we had entered the room long ago. When I opened my eyes, oliver was still by my side, propped on one elbow and looking down at me as if I was something worth to be adored. 

He slowly leaned down, careful, and gently pressed his lips to mine. My hand found the spot behind his neck and I pulled him toward me with whatever ounce of energy I had regained while I slept. 

We kissed for a while. I was in heaven cocooned in the safety of his big, tattooed arms. 

Until I was suddenly overtaken by a wave of fear. I pulled away, startled, and looked for Noah only to find him coming towards the other side of the bed and getting under the covers, clad in his boxers. 

I felt relieved. I slid to him when he laid down, looking for the comfort of his body. I couldn’t get enough with just one.

It was starting to dawn on me that I needed them both, and that was very dangerous. 

Noah touched my hair and then my cheek. I crawled up his chest until I could feel his lips on mine. He was fresh and soft, regardless of how fierce he’d been with me a while ago. That’s what I loved about him. About Oliver. They were a combination of danger and safety that sated my needs perfectly.

Noah let me kiss him slowly, pouring into him my gratitude for this night. When I pulled away, we looked at each other as if this was the last sunset we would spend together, so I begged him not to go. 

“Stay till morning?” 

He grabbed my face in his two huge hands and brought his lips closer to mine. 

“I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

Oliver’s chest pressed against my back and he his lips kissed the side of my neck. 

“Sleep now. Get some rest. You’re in good hands.”

I moved one arm back so that my hand could rest against Oliver’s thigh. 

Feeling the skin of both Oliver and Noah under my hands, I took a deep breath, let out a small giggle, and lost consciousness. 

The night was far from over, though. 

I was deep in my sleep, head resting against Noah’s chest and one arm wrapped over his torso when I felt a hand sneaking down the covers to my pussy. 

Oliver woke me up. When he was sure I was conscious and wet enough, he pulled me away from Noah and sat me astride on his lap. His cock already hard. He put on a condom. My panties off.

“Am I going to get enough of you?”

I was nearing my orgasm when I felt a third hand on my thigh and Noah’s hoarse voice reached my dizzy head. 

“Hold it. I want you to come on my cock. Let Oliver get what he wants.”

I wasn’t sure I had the energy in me to do so, but Oliver’s release came soon and before I could realize I was being moved, I was in Noah’s lap, his thick length sliding inside of me and settling in a snug fit. 

“Lay on me,” he instructed seeing how energiless I felt. 

I hid my face in the croak of his neck. Beside from his perfume he smelt like Oliver, all man and sex. 

“Let me know when you’re getting there. I’ll follow you,” he whispered in my ear. He bent his legs and started thrusting, a deadly cadence.  

Oliver had left the bed to clean himself up and drink some water. When he returned, I was laying powerless on top of Noah, no ounce of energy left in me. Noah’s hands were roaming up and down my back, his lips kissing my hair. 

I peered at Oliver from under my eyelashes. I felt so used and satisfied. No wonder whatever minutes or hours I had got of sleep felt like the best I’d had in a very long time. 

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be up early for soundcheck?” 

“Are you in a rush?” Oliver joked.

“Why are you so concerned?” Noah asked, caressing my cheek with his tattooed knuckles.  

“I can spend the whole day in bed, which I will, but you two need to get up early and… I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m guessing early?”

“Well, not every night we get a sweet thing like you in bed so,” Oliver was back in bed, and I felt full and stuffed with joy as he snuggled against me and Noah. “Don’t worry about us. How are you feeling?”

“Super sore and spent, but I’m… surprisingly happy and good.” 

Noah smiled against my hair and his arms tightened around me for two seconds before he let go. 

“Come here,” Oliver encouraged. 

That was Noah cue to get up, remove the condom, and visit the bathroom. 

I laid down with one of my legs on top of Oliver’s, my head on his chest, getting accustomed to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat under his skin, a lullaby I could fall asleep to. 

“What am I going to do when you go back to the States?” His whisper reached my bones, making me get goosebumps. I was suddenly scared, my stomach felt empty, and my heart…

I lifted my head and put a hand over his mouth. 

“Let’s not talk about it.”

As we held each other’s gaze, I knew that the conversation would have to happen sooner or later. It was not something I looked forward to, much less to the day in which I’d have to get back on a plane and cross the Atlantic Ocean. 

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Before they could, Oliver seized my wrist to move it away from his mouth. His huge hands cradled my cheeks, and he brought my face to his, his mouth kissing me deeply. 

“It’s okay,” he mumbled very softly against my lips. 

The bathroom door opened, and Noah came back, running a hand through his brown locks. The sweet smile on his lips made the knot on my stomach tighter. I made grabby hands to him, and he gladly occupied his spot on the left side of the bed. 

I had one hand on Noah’s chest and the other on Oliver’s. 

Mine, a voice in my head screamed. 

“Oli, can you remind Noah that he promised to be here in the morning?”

“I’m going to tie him to the bed with that silky rope he brought. He’ll be here. Don’t worry.” Our voices were a whisper in the dark silent room. 

“What was that?” Noah inquired, his arm wrapping around my naked back and tracing sweet patterns on it. I desperately needed a shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed. “Did I hear somebody wants to get tied up again?”

I whined.

“I’m tired.”

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” he said, kissing my hairline. “Otherwise, I’d get you back on all fours, push your head down the mattress, and fuck that sweet little pussy again.” 

“Brute,” I mumbled.

Oliver’s laugh shook me as I rested on him.

Funny how things turn out. 

I wasn’t sure what woke me up. It wasn’t the sun because it was 6am when I opened my eyes again. It was dark outside. And cold. Inside the room, however, it was warm. As I shifted, I realized I was trapped between two large male, tattooed bodies, and that a sweet pain had settled between my legs. 

Maybe it was the soreness that woke me up. Or the irresistible desire and need to see their faces again.  I had dreamed of them while they slept on each of my sides.  What’s that they say about reality being better than dreams? Well, I got everything. A wonderful reality and then dreams about it. It couldn’t get any better than this.

Noah was sleeping on his back, his head angled towards me, partially obscured by my hair. I spent a while savoring the details of his features, his perfect nose, the slender lips, the subtle growth of stubble along his jawline and above his upper lip. He was not a kid anymore. He was all grown up and pure man. I was tempted to trace a finger on his eyebrow, but I feared waking him up. He looked so peaceful, and he definitely needed that sleep. 

What mattered the most was that he hadn’t broken his promise. He was still there, laying in the same bed where we had made love, one arm wrapped around me, his expression soft and sweet. 

I dared to press a light kiss to his cheek and turned to the other side, my eyes filling with joy at the sight of Oliver on his stomach, his head also angled toward me, mouth slightly open, hair falling over his eyes. He was mesmerizing even in that state. I noticed a small red spot on his jaw. I remembered biting him while him and Noah were fucking me at the same time, I just didn’t think it would leave a mark. 

I kissed it better. 

As I moved above him to get up from the bed, I heard my name leave his lips in a questioning tone. 

“Bathroom,” I hushed back. 

He let go, mumbling something and settling his head back down on the pillows. 

When I stood in front of the mirror after peeing and washing my face, only clad in my cotton panties and Oliver’s Cannibal Corpse t-shirt, I noticed a similar red spot on my thigh. It wasn’t one, but too many. Red and purple splotches covering me from head to toe, love bites that, as I lifted the t-shirt, revealed themselves. They went from my thighs to my neck, some of them on my breasts and others on my hips. 

I was about to smile when a ray of sunshine entered from the thin blinds in the bathroom window, illuminating my side. 

A new day, a new… me?

I tiptoed out of the bathroom, insecurity clinging to me like a second skin. 

Instead of crawling back to the warm spot between Noah and Oliver tempting bodies, the comfy thick bedsheets calling to me, too, I stood there, watching the men. 

My boys.

What had I done?

I couldn’t contain the fear that surged within me, threatening to swallow me whole. 

This wasn’t how things worked, getting fucked by the men you admired the most and then carrying on with life as if nothing happened. This wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t fix me and Noah, and it would definitely fuck Oliver and I because… Because this hadn’t just been a mind-blowing fuck. This had been much more, and I’d be lying to myself if I said it hadn’t. 

Every single emotion and feeling that filled me up during the night was gone. I felt empty. I felt guilty. I had brought this upon us. I had been the one to ask for it. I had put Oliver into this crazy mess when he had made it clear the first night we slept together that we were just friends having fun. Now it was obvious we were beyond that. The way his eyes pleaded to me after he asked me what would happen when I flew back home… My heart started breaking. 

Then, there was Noah, who would have never ever considered sharing his girl. I had forced him on this despite his attempt at opening up to me the night we argued. How clear his stance had been… How jealous at the thought that Oliver had had me to himself, alone in his hotel room. 

And yet, I didn’t care, and he was so good, so good to me, that he had chosen my desire over anything, no matter how much it cost him. 

I was in pieces. They would be too, when they opened their eyes. 

Despite Noah’s promise of being by my side come morning, I was the one that failed to keep her words. I gathered an outfit from my suitcase, my boots, my phone, ignore the ache between my legs, the memory of being sat on Noah’s lap on the armchair, his hand around my neck, Oliver on his knees, his mouth on me. 

I aimed toward the door. 

I dared to steal one last glance at my boys from the threshold. 

My gorgeous boys. 

I promised myself I would never hurt them this way again. It wouldn’t matter how much I craved them, their bodies, their scents, their kisses, their hearts… It wouldn’t matter how much they tried to convince me that I was wrong. I wouldn’t hurt them again. 

I wiped a tear that slid from my eye and silently left the room. 

PART THREE

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mori ogai nsfw headcannons.

content warnings: smut, bdsm, brief mention of knife play, bondage, shibari, suspension, teasing, mild masochism.

a/n: i don’t rly like how this turned out :// but i just wanted to get my requests done😭😭 i don’t rly see mori as much of a sexual person, esp since he’s based off of an asexual character in irl mori’s book vita sexualis lol. i was so tempted to say he has elderly erectile dysfunction LMFAOOOO.

🍃 Mori’s a man who’s had plenty of sexual experience throughout the years, enough to know what he likes and what he doesn’t.

🍃 Over the years, he finds less pleasure in overindulging, already having a low sex drive and wanting to have enough time in his busy day to enjoy it with you so sex isn’t necessarily a rarity but it isn’t something you should expect every day either.

🍃 Mori’s exploration with fetishes and kinks has made him bored of a lot of them so this idea of BDSM Mafia Daddy Mori isn’t really a thing. He certainly has kept certain fetishes and kinks over the years but not many.

🍃 One of these is his obsession with lingerie. He really loves dressing you up in luxury designer brand lingerie, only to cut them off of your body while slowly rocking his cock into you.

🍃 There’s also a non-sexual aspect to his obsession with lingerie. He just enjoys the process of shopping for it, picking and matching the sets, and putting the actual pieces onto your body.

🍃 Mori has a thing for playing mind games in bed. He wants to make you trip over your words, make you squirm a bit, make you pout.

🍃 He’s kind of an ass lmao.

🍃 Mori doesn’t get off to physically hurting you though. He’s more of a masochist than a sadist.

🍃 Gets rock hard when you smack his chest or pull on his hair.

🍃 He cums so quick when you insult him, calling him a freak or a weirdo.

🍃 Depending on how far you are into a relationship, Mori can be very loving and intimate.

🍃 He’ll be pretty quiet aside from some soft groans during these intimate times.

🍃 But that’s a rarity. Mori is kind of apathetic to sex but even more so to intimacy.

🍃 Honestly, it takes a lot for him to be genuinely turned on by someone so if you’re able to turn him on, good on you!

🍃 Mori isn’t all that interested in complicated positions so he sticks with missionary and cowgirl.

🍃 He does, however, like to indulge in bondage and shibari. But he’ll only do shibari for special occasions like holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries.

🍃 Some of his favorite styles of shibari are a rope corset style, full body bondage, and a suspension technique that lifts your legs up.

🍃 He honestly views it as an art form and will take his time in delicately tying the rope.

🍃 When he doesn’t have time for shibari though, he’ll usually use fur lined leather cuffs.

🍃 When Mori was younger, he was a lot more adventurous and experimental. He’s the type who definitely frequented BDSM exhibitions and sex dungeons but after completing his military service, he no longer finds as much excitement in kink and sex.

🍃 He’s definitely calmed down a lot sexually.

🍃 Overall, Mori might be “boring”, but he’s able to satisfy you and himself and that’s what matters <3

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Gifts

Viktor x Fem!Reader

A/N: completely forgot I wrote this lol. So here you go! Enjoy :)

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: NSFW, smutish, nothing super explicit, heavy making out, breast play(?), reader is a female/female anatomy, lingerie, fluff.

The blue lace is soft beneath your fingers, delicate straps running over your shoulders securely and holding the barely there garment to your skin.

The two piece set was an impulse purchase - something you had seen in the window of a hole in the wall shop called ‘Life’s Secret Pleasures’.

You remember how the little bell tinkled above your head as you entered the store and immediately asked for the set in the window, the kind lady behind the counter smiling knowingly the whole time she wrapped the purchase delicately in tissue paper before bagging it up.

Thankfully the bag was small enough to hide in your satchel before you rejoined Viktor at a market stand selling miscellaneous mechanical parts.

In fact, the inventor was so consumed in his bartering, you don’t think he even noticed you were gone.

Perfect.

It allowed you to formulate the plan that’s now playing out. Just a few days after your purchase, Viktor has taken a very rare day off from the lab, citing wanting to spend time with you since he’s been so busy lately.

The perfect opportunity to surprise him.

It’s evening now, having spent the day doing whatever you both wanted to do. Breakfast at the small coffee shop in town, walking through the market before spending the rest of the day in bed. Viktor chose to read, while you either dozed on and off or asked him to read to you, something he obliged with happily.

You love his voice, something he knows and uses to his advantage quite often.

Eventually, however, you both left the warmth of your bed to make dinner. And once that was done you finally made your move. You had slipped into the bathroom as Viktor returned to the bed, book in hand once more as he sat against the headboard.

Now, with your lacy outfit donned and ready to go, you can’t help the surge of confidence that courses through you.

Initially, you were worried Viktor wouldn’t really care about the lingerie. But the moment you put it on, you know he’s going to be surprised.

You look good.

With one last glance in the mirror you turn and open the bathroom door quietly, peeking into the bedroom to see if Viktor is where you left him.

He’s still sitting on the bed, legs stretched out in front of him and none the wiser to your presence leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

You take a moment to study him, admiring the way he just so comfortably exists in your shared space.

His hair is slightly mussed from being in bed all day, not messy perse - but some errant strands sticking up in places they usually don’t. His golden eyes slide easily across the pages of the book he holds in one hand, fingers splayed elegantly across the leather cover.

He looks…peaceful. Calm. So much more at ease than he has been on the nights he comes home from the lab.

And you want to help him feel even better.

Slowly, you push off the door frame and pad softly across the room. The wooden floor creaks quietly beneath your feet, but Viktor still doesn’t look up from his book.

Always absorbed in his work.

You smile, finally approaching his side of the bed, trailing light fingers over the thin material of his sleep pants.

He lets out a low hum, acknowledging your presence but still looking down at that damn book, completely unaware of the gift that stands before him.

“Viktor…” you sing-song, fingers continuing their path upwards until they hook over the edge of his book, tugging it down gently.

“Mm, yes my love?”

Finally his eyes pull away from the worn pages, and you watch in silent delight as he physically stutters. His eyes dart over your form, not sure where to look before they land back on your face. Pupils blown wide, lips parted slightly in surprise…

Gotcha.

The smile that tugs at your lips is nothing short of mischievous as he sets the book on the nightstand and reaches for you.

His eyes are once again roaming over you, drinking in the lace that hugs your body. His movements are slow as his hands finally find your sides, and you shudder at the chilly temperature of his hands.

Slowly, as if he’s asking permission, he tugs you towards him, urging you to join him on the bed.

You oblige his silent plea, climbing up so you straddle his hips, ever careful of his leg.

When you settle against him, his hands slide to rest upon your hips, thumbs dipping below the waistband of the lace bottoms.

He looks at you reverently, still taking you in before his eyes finally rise up to meet yours.

The look he gives you is nothing short of a supplicant worshipping the marble statue of their god. Eyes swimming with love and adoration as his lips move but fail to form the words he wants to say.

You have to brace yourself with hands on his shoulders as he pulls you closer - you’ve never had someone look at you like this before, and it’s slightly jarring, making emotion swell within your chest.

Finally, Viktor speaks, and the words are whispered with a reverence you’ve never experienced before.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek, then another one to your jaw, trailing lower.

Craning your head to the side, Viktor eagerly lavishes attention to the skin you expose, whispering praises into you between each kiss.

“Perfect. Captivating. Exquisite.”

“Viktor…” his name falls from your lips in a whispered moan as his teeth sink into the delicate skin of your collarbone.

He pulls away then, eyes now sparkling with pure desire as he holds you tighter, fingers digging delightfully into your hips.

“I love you,” he whispers, capturing your lips with his own.

You want to respond, to tell him that you love him too, and maybe even tease him a little for this absolutely lovely reaction he’s giving you.

Viktor barely gives you room to breathe with how he practically devours you. His tongue sliding past your lips, hands dipping below the waistband of your underwear to take handfuls of your ass in hand and pull you impossibly closer to him.

You gasp when you feel him hard and hot against your core, his lounge pants doing little to conceal his arousal.

Viktor pulls away from the kiss, his lips wet and swollen. You just barely start to speak before he silences you again, maneuvering you both carefully so you lay beneath him and he is propped up above you, hungry eyes roaming over you once more.

You can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes you as his fingers dance over your sides, toying with the lace at the bottom of your bra.

“If I’d known lingerie would get you this riled up, I would have bought some sooner.” You tease, reaching up to tug at his shirt.

He complies, letting you pull the fabric over his head and toss it to the side before he’s leaning over you again.

“I am always, eh…riled up - when I’m around you.” Leaning down, he presses soft lips to the swell of your breast, tongue peaking out to taste the dewiness of your skin. “You’re absolutely captivating. Always.” A nip of teeth as he travels to the other side. “You never cease to amaze me, and make me crave you like a drowning man needs air.”

You arch into him as one of his hands slides beneath the lace of your bra, expert fingers brushing over your nipple before squeezing just enough.

“Viktor, please…” You beg, yearning for his touch.

He smiles down at you, mischief gittering in his eyes as he withdrawals his hand.

You can’t stop the frustrated sigh that slips past your lips - but before you can complain, Viktor stops you.

Featherlight and teasing, he traces over the edge of the lace covering your breasts, before trailing down further to do the same to the waistband below.

“Patience, my love.” He soothes, shuffling down so his lips follow the path his fingers leave.

He goes down further, stray strands of chestnut hair tickling your tummy before his lips find purchase at your inner thigh, teeth nipping gently there before he finally looks up at you again.

“I want to take my time unwrapping my gift.”

Your breath leaves you in a hurried rush as his fingers hook under the fabric and tug.

You smile to yourself.

Best. Purchase. Ever.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do. 

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub. 

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it. 

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch. 

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me." 

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile. 

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist. 

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you. 

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back. 

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in. 

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart." 

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in. 

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously. 

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently. 

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess." 

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back." 

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while. 

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation. 

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?” 

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?” 

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing. 

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.” 

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?” 

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone. 

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. 

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept.  "I'd love to!" 

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Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one. 

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee. 

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed. 

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint. 

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife." 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop. 

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess." 

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please." 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?" 

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened. 

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey. 

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.” 

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!" 

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess. 

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person. 

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need. 

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When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him. 

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command. 

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.” 

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth. 

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.   

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.” 

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him. 

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position. 

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?” 

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you. 

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need. 

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need. 

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation. 

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?" 

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you. 

"More, please, master." 

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't. 

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth. 

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them. 

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. 

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper. 

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel." 

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make. 

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are." 

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you. 

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him." 

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you. 

"There you go. That's my good slut." 

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now. 

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh." 

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you. 

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated. 

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum. 

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise. 

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off. 

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

[sissyjamieray]

My journey into feminization how did it begin? It is difficult to pin point a specific age, but I would guess I was about 11 years old. Yes, confused by sexual urges and excitement when looking at pictures of pretty girls in magazine ads wearing only panties and bras. Mmm, then 'borrowing' intimate female garments and wearing them. Feelng the overwhelming rush of pleasure and my first orgasm while wearing female clothing. Through the years I've tried to suppress this urges to dress as a woman. Being married was so frustrating as my wife left her intimate garments all over the house. It was like being in a candy store: bras, panties, lingerie all within reach. Unable to resist I would carefully try on bra or nightie when she was out shopping. At one point she mentioned something about one nightie being worn out in the "wrong" places. But she never questioned me. After all why would her man be turned on by wearing panties? Looking back she was very smart, she knew better than to confront me head on, lol. She knew I would not admit it or make up some bullshit story. She was very subtle, one night after making love she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies, my response was no love, none that I can think of. Another time she make the following comment, " I wish I had something to poke you with". Wow, she was so close. I was a bit stunted, didn't have a good response, lol. Several months later during our forplay love making she starts licking my nipples, omg, wtf!! Do you like it she says, with her hand on my growing manhood there was no escape, no denial. You like it don't you? I said yes, grasping for air and moaning as she began to rub the tip of my cock with her finger while continuing to lick and suck on my nipples. Then she slid her hand below my balls and started stroking and messaging the area just above my ass hole. After five minutes or this action she get up, pulls off her soaked panties then leans towards me with panties in hand and whispers in my ear, ' guess what I found in your bag Jim?' I found at least 10 pairs of my panties Jim, wtf all stained with your cum! "So you like to jerk off and cum in my panties, really?" What could I say but yes. I tried to explain why but she was upset? She then took her wet panties wrapped them around my almost limp manhood and said show me how you like you jerk off im my panties! I was so embarrassed, but I was wrong to have taken her things, this was my punishment, Yes? I reached down and started stroking my cock but it was very limp by now, I could not get hard. She saw my problem and whispers in my ear, "what's the problem, sissy panty boy, can't jerk off in front of your hot sexy wife? never touch my things again!, if you do, you will never fuck or cum inside me again. Do you understand me? Yes, hon I understand, good. Now where are my panties, Uh where you put them dear, yes they are yours now. Uh, keep them clean and if you wear these out (giggle) we will go out together and buy you more. Yes, I'll let the pretty sales lady know my size and yours (giggle). One more thing, when we make love, make sure you are wearing a clean pair of lacy pink panties. You are my panty boy husband now (giggle). I guess you better learn to get excited and hard while wearing female panties or you will never fuck me again (giggle): panty boy. Next day I after work I set out the task of hand washing 'my' panties in hope of getting lucky later that evening. Ok, hot water and some laundry soap and a 15 minutes soak, rinse and then toss into the dryer should to the trick right? Right before we went to bed I quickly grabbed my panties and climbed into bed. My wife had been observing my laundry duties activities that evening and I assumed we were cool. My hopes of an evening of

having sex where dashed when she turned the lights on stating: it's panty check time, stand up and let examine your feeble attempts to clean these! Ok, I can still see your nasty stains, what temperature did you wash these in? Hot I relied, she laughed, you idiot you should have used cold, as now you've 'set' the stain and ruined a pretty pair of panties. Oh well I guess we will have to go panty shopping tomorrow. Maybe Victoria's Secret? I understand Nancy, your friend Mike's wife just started working there (giggle), maybe she can let us use her discount? She then put her hand on my softening member and said, 'well give it some thought, panty boy, good night. WTF, now she is straight up trying to sexually blackmail me and expose me really? I got out of bed headed for the bathroom sobbing, how could my sweet wife be so cruel. Fifteen minutes or so she knocks on the door, " Jimmy are you ok"? No I'm, how could I be ok when you want to humiliate me and expose my fetish to my friends? Oh you admit it now that you are little perverted panty stealing panty boy? Her words cut me through me like a knife, but she was right. Stand Jim, look at yourself in the mirror wearing my soiled panties, tell me baby who and what did I fall in love with? Then she placed her had on my limp cock and said, I love you but tell me about all your fetishes now or we are done: confess! I'm not going to play a guessing game with you understand! Sobbing, I began to spill my guys about how was molested by an older boy at 11, my Aunt confessed to dressing me as a girl when I was very young,

dressing my mothers lingerie. Yes, I've have fantasies about being fucked my a man while being dressed as a woman. With years in my eyes I looked at my wife, what she was crying too? Why are you crying I asked? I'm so sorry that so many people have hurt you babe and that you are so fucked up now. Maybe we can both get into therapy, you know get some professional help? But for this moment, let's promise to be more open and honest with our sexual feelings and desires ok? Babe I'm sorry I got do angry with you but you did sneak my panties? I had no idea that my panties turned you on so much to the point that you would willing wear them? She started rubbing my pantied cock as she spoke, you know Jim, have a little fantasy of my own. What she whispered in my ear next blew me away. Jim, sometimes I think about being with a woman, coddling and fondling each others breasts? Jim, I, I think I might be Bi? I sorry I've never shared this with you but you understand right ? At that moment, my cock began to swell, she got her answer. Now pulling my panties down she began licking the very backside tip of my cock, you know Jim, maybe I will be willing to support you, like helping you dress like a lady, apply make up and maybe if you wish be with a man as a woman. With these words I erupted a stream of thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Wow, that was fast hon, you agree with my suggestions? Awesome, now for your first lesson Jamie, lick up all the cum you sprayed over my face. Yes, play the part bitch you need to learn to love the taste of your cum. Yes, your female name is Jamie now, do you like it? That's right clean me up, good gurl. Now it's my turn to be pleasured, now be a good lesbian bitch and eat my sweet pussy, XOXO.

Chapter 2 The List

The next morning Carol, my wife was up early and out of the house without waking me. No breakfast or coffee, man that woman be slipp'in, I thought. Well, what looks good in the frig? Oh man, lookie here, a heart shaped note from wifey. [Hi Jim I went shopping with Margie this morning, not sure when I'll be back but, please pickup the following items at the corner drug store:

tampons, pantyhose, nail polish (pink), eye shadow base & palate, concealer, face primer, eyeliner (water proof), mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, lip gloss, cosmetic brush set, foundation, setting spray and pamprin. Jim, if you need help just ask the salesgirl in

cosmetics, you know the one you always flirt with, you know Desiree, giggle. Oh and make sure you are wearing the pink lace panties that I let in your drawer. They are yours now, Jamie. Love Carol XOXO, P.S., I've invited some friends over for dinner so please be home by 4 pm.] Groan, I HATE shopping, especially for girl stuff! Ok, so off to drug store I went, stright to the cosmetics counter, list in hand. There she was, Desiree behind the counter, may I help you, she asked? Desiree was the gorgeous offspring of Spanish and Irish parents, about 5' 9" light green eyes and light brown to blonde hair. Her makeup was always impeccable, skirts and blouse always tight and ample cleavage on display. Carol was right that I did flirt with Desiree in the past, but Carol was always with me. It was different now, I was alone and what she possibly thinking? I mean, Carol had always shopped for her own cosmetics and fem items? Looking into her eyes my mind went blank, dry mouth, etc. I handed her the list and mumbled, my wife needs this stuff and I have no idea. Sure, no problem, I can get these for. Carol is your wife right? Yeah, she was in earlier, something about a need for a change and wanted you and I to help her with a make-over surprise. I can help you with every thing on the list except the tampons, their in aisle 12. Oh, and I'll need your help with selecting the foundation shade to ensure a good color match. Ok, what ever I said, I'll be back with the wifey's tampons in a couple minutes. As I walked away, Desiree's last words, "color matching" stuck in my head... Carol's skin tone was much lighter than mine? Mmm, aisle 12, ok here we go, no idea really what to buy my wife, so many confusing choices. I must have been searching for the correct tampons for at least 15 minutes when Desiree found me. Hi, need some help? Absolutely? I have no idea what she needs. Laughing at my ignorance of feminine hygiene products, explained that Carol would at minimum need pads and most likely will need a tampon for her 'heavy' period flows. My suggestion is get her both. Is so sweet and thoughtful of you to do pick these up for you wife, I'm sure she appreciates it. Now let's go go back to the cosmetic department and I ring up your items? Sounds like a plan, I said. Ok, let's try this new foundation shade shall we? Desiree reached for my hand, this was a new level: physical contact. I could feel my heart beating faster, well if well if you have to I said? Desiree, her hand still gently touchind my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, Jim, it is necessary to be sure we get an accurate match and you do want to please your Wife don't you? Yes, of course I want to make Carol happy. Well good, smiling as she applied the foundation to my hand Desiree said, you know Jim, it's not like anyone's going to make assumptions about your sexuality. I mean, why would a handsome stud like you want to wear make up? Ok, of course your are right, I told her. Oh, awesome Jim, this color is perfect. Carol will love it.

Great what is the final damage for all this, I asked? Sure, your total comes to $75.65. Ok, wow this stuff sure adds up fast! Ok here's $76, as Desiree handed back my change she dropped a dime. Oh, so sorry, no problem I said bending over to retrieve .10 cents and at that moment exposing my pink lace thong panties in full view of Desiree. So humiliating, I was speechless. Desiree with a big smile handed me my merchandise but me close and whispered, I love a man who likes to embrace his feminine side, Carol is so lucky.

Chapter 3 - No Refunds, No Returns

So I returned home with all the cosmetics Carol had on your list. She met me as I entered our apartment with big hug, then said that she had to leave again. No big deal, but asked me to read a letter she had written to me. Ok, problem, writing letters was something we did when we first started dating. Jim, l'll be back in about 2 hours, so please read my little ' love' note before I return. One more hug as she felt up my ass for the outline of the thong panties, still wearing them I see? Good, I so happy you did, it says you respect my wishes. I am going to make you so happy you did. Then she kissed me deeply and left without saying where she was going? Oh well, now where is this letter? I found Carol's letter on my pillow, she started, my Dearest husband, tonight I will make your fantasy of being a woman a reality. Don't deny it Jim. I found your hidden stash of female undergarments, shemale porn, etc. Really, why did you NOT trust me enough with your kinky desires? No matter, I know now and I still you move than you realize. Tonight I will give your fantasy, but know this our relationship will change. The changes will be (giggle) sort of a role reversal? To start: take a nice hot bubble bath, yes use mine girly stuff XOXO. Next, use my sugar rub all over your body to exfoliate your skin and then shave all your body hair, yes lov, your arms, legs, chest, balls and ass. Next raise in with cold water

and gently dry ourself. Next, hydrate your skin with some lotion be liberal with it. Now Jim, you don't have much time left so get started. Oh, once your done with this bathing routine, look in your drawer and closet. Yes I picked out some cute girly things for you to wear love XOXO. Make sure you are wearing each item when I return? If NOT, trust me You will sorely regret it!! But I know you will be a Good girl for your wife, your Mistress now won't you? And don't act like you don't know how to put on a bra, panty hose, corset, or breast forms. Please Sissy, remember I know what you've doing when your alone and I'm at work. You see I also found your pictures lol. Well, no more secrets BITCH! I demand you to be ready for me to apply your make up and wig when I return. No excuses! Yes dear, I will be fully shaved and dressed when return. Ok, good, I will be at 7 pm sharp! Out of fear and excitement I started drawing my bubble bath. While the tub was filling I looked into the closet and drawer to see what my wife had purchased. My sweet wife had filled my drawer will so many pretty panties and bras all different styles and colours. These were all mine, really? Wow, what was in my closet? Just a quick peek, so many cute skirts, dresses and tops, all mine? Ok, time was slipping away and the tub was nearly full now. As instructed, I soaked in the fraguent bubble bath for a half hour so relaxing then scrubbed every inch of my body possible with a sugar exfoliate scrub. I then covered my body with a girly shaved cream and shaved my legs, arms, chest, groin, balls and ass. I then showed in cold water to rinse off the remaining shave cream. As I dried my body off the scent purfume and softness of my now hairless body caused me to feel so girly/ feminine, excited and horny. I resisted my base urges to pleasure myself and pushed on to getting dressed as it was almost time for my wife to return. So many panties so many choices, will of I selected a cute pink lace thong panties with matching bra and garter belt. Slipping the panties on another temptation to pleasure myself. Not enough time, 6:30 pm, still had to put on the breast plate and corset. I secured the 38 D breasts to my chest using the medical grade adhesive. Looking the mirror was a bit of a let down, so much work and I still looked like a man, a man with big breasts and small waist. I was nearly in tears when I heard the front door open, Carol would be coming in bedroom any moment and I was pretty much half naked. I quickly grabbed a blouse, skirt and heels got them on and posing on the bed, just as door opened. Knock, knock... omg Jim, Carol told me to just let myself in, that my make over project would be sitting on the bed. It was Desire, Carol WTF!! I was humiliated once again, I began sobbing uncontrollably, why Carol, why? Desiree gave me several tissues to dry tears. I don't understand, why would do this? She came closer and hugged me. I never been this close to Desiree or so absolutely vulnerable before. She knew just like Carol that I was to be a sissy no denial. Jim, she said, Carol is giving you a gift, this is what you want really. Carol loves you didn't understand or how to help you experience being a girl. I can sweet heart. Yes, Carol may have, did violate your privacy by sharing your sissy feelings with me but I agreed to help you both. She then kissed me on the lips and said go wash away those trears hon and let's transform you into a beautiful woman. Before she applied my make up she asked me to remove my skirt and blouse, something about not getting any make on my clothes, ok made sence? Desiree was wonderful explaining the fairly complicated process of applying the various types make up, contouring, eye shadow, liner, etc. I almost forgot that I was half naked inches away from a gorgeous woman. The scent of her purfume and beautiful cleavage got the best of my unrestrained manhood. Desiree noticed my problem and said, I see you are getting turned on baby? You like it that I'm feminizing don't sweety? Oh of course you do

[wlw-peachylsbn]

hey ;))) can you please do hcs for sugar mommy cissa’s kinks w/ femreader ;)))

I feel like every time I write some headcanons, I have to start with “wow she’s such a milf”

And, well, yeah. She is. Literally. In all sense of the word.

That being said! I need to focus.

She’s so sexy though,,,,,, ANYWAY.

Narcissa loves spoiling you. She has the money, she has the will, and she has the means.

She will not take no as an answer.

She starts off slow first: flowers. Big, beautiful, hand-picked flowers that reflect her mood and feelings. Then gifts like chocolate from an exclusive shop in France, or a necklace that has a rather noticeable brand name, then maybe a new thick coat to replace your shabby one.

But when you are together together, she goes all in. Tickets to whatever play or symphony or movie you want to see. More jewelry. Perfume or cologne. Dinner dates at a fancy restaurant. Cash. She literally gives you cash to “treat yourself.” More new clothes.

And yes, that means lingerie.

*yearns*

Pretty, pink, tight lingerie.

And if you’re more masculine (like me!), she would still spoil you! She would buy you some sheer tank tops, or some tight boxers, or a nice tie that you could wear … by itself.

Would insist you do a little twirl and show off for her.

Also would eye you up and down like you’re about to be eaten. (You are.)

Would also buy you some fancy-ass cocktail dresses and/or neat suits!!!

Narcissa would fiddle with your sleeves or collar and say, "Look at you, being such an attractive pet for Mommy."

Would probably pay off your debts or loans tbh.

She has a mommy kink too btw, I don’t make the rules.

And a pet kink too!

Narcissa doesn’t explicitly say it, but she loves when you call her Mommy when you’re in private.

Also loves it when you hold onto her hand or arm.

Praise kink! Will praise you for being so sweet and polite!

Doesn’t demand anything sexual in return—she just wants to spoil you because she loves you—but you always return the favor anyway :)

Likes to watch you fuck yourself wearing her gifts.

She just loves to see the big smile on your face as she surprises you.

Will tell you “ask Mommy nicely” if you want to go out or buy something.

She probably has a fur coat. Or two.

Is very possessive. Does not like people looking at you, so she will probably try to get you a collar of some kind lol

Narcissa loves spoiling you, but would still get insecure :(

Do you love her or her money?

Do you even love her?

This will the first time you see her insecure. She’ll try to distance herself, and you notice. Of course, you do. And you tell her firmly that if you two were living in a box on some nasty street, you would love her just as much.

(That’s how she knew she was in love, and it was real.)

Narcissa would insist you move in with her.

Would refurbish her giant manor to your wishes.

You want a library? Done.

A field to play Quidditch? Done.

A bigger garden? Done.

A newer study? Also done.

A pool? Narcissa would literally move Heaven and Earth for you.

And would start gifting you rings all of a sudden.

Beautiful, expensive, meaningful rings. Some that are family heirlooms. Some that fit nicely on your ring finger.

Wow …. I wonder what she means by that :)))))

(I have more nsfw headcanons here, too!)

[girlgrouptrash101]

Lisa (Blackpink) as Your Girlfriend

Request: “HEADCANON’s are my thing. Can I request Lisa as your girlfriend, please?”

A/N: lovesick girls SOTY,,, that’s all i have to say

- C

Get ready to be treated like royalty,, miss manoban won’t settle for anything less when it comes to her baby

Lisa is always romantic, whether its taking you our for a candle-lit, romantic dinner or just staying at home and slow dancing around the living room together

Your guys’ apartment would be the perfect blend of both your tastes, with a gorgeous, retro, red jukebox in the living room that you and Lisa play music from whenever you’re at home

You have a big photograph wall in your room of all the memories you’ve had together,, with most of the pictures being taken by your very own personal photographer Lisa hehe

her camera goes everywhere with her, and she has millions of photos of you that you’ve never even seen, as Lisa loves to keep them to herself so she can look through them when she’s away and misses you

the rest of the pinks are basically your best friends, and they basically knew you before they even met you, thanks to Lisa’s constant gushing over how amazing you are and how lucky she is to be with you :’]

you’re always invited to their shows and concerts,,, and the absolute joy you get seeing all Lisa’s fans scream for her knowing she all yours at the end of the day simply cannot be put into words

on long days before comebacks, you often find yourself heading to Blackpink’s practice room with snacks in hand, reminding the girls to stop overworking themselves and put their health first!

Lisa always teaches you her new dances, even if you have two left feet lol

she loves watching you learn, and after a few months she’s really helped you improve - even if most of you lessons end up to you and her dancing to crazy frog around the practice room like maniacs

the most fun dates!! Like one time you and Lisa went to every single ice cream parlour in your city and reviewed each one to find out which one had the best ice cream around

like YES you were both stuffed and couldn’t touch ice cream for about a month after because you hadn’t recovered... but it was still worth it

the two of you also love to pack a picnic and a blanket, taking a drive out to the big fields in the country side

there’s nothing else around you for miles, just you, Lisa and the sound of birds as they fly by and nest in trees, the two of you just enjoying the blissful break from city life

Plus you get to make daisy chains and talk about the most random things as you lounge on the blanket you packed, completely at ease with life and with one another

you love talking to Lisa so much; your conversation can honestly range from questioning the creation of humanity to talking about your favourite flavour of ice cream (mint choco team rise up)

she always does that little thing with her thumb when she holds your hand, rubbing her thumb ever so softly across the back of your hand and it makes your heart go dsfjksskl

gives the BESTEST hugs ever omg

her head rests on top of yours as she loops her arms around her waist and yours drape around her shoulders, your head against her chest or on her shoulder as she holds you tight against her

also gives A+ cuddles too, she’s like your own personal teddy bear that you can just never pull away from,,, she’s too warm and soft,, you always end up spending hours in her arms whenever you can

INTENSE JUST DANCE BATTLES IN THE LIVING ROOM

rumour has it you almost broke your knees trying to beat Lisa at the rasputin dance - spoiler alert, she still won like she always does jndsfdklds

shopping dates!! which are actually really fun,, Lisa always picks out something for the both of you that’s absolutely ABSURD, and when you go and try it on the two of you end up cracking up with laughter

don’t tell anyone but half the time when Lisa buys clothes for herself she goes for things that you would like in hopes that you borrow them off her... because YOU... in HER CLOTHES... she might just cry uwu

dating Lisa and accidentally becoming a parent to all FOUR of her cats.. good luck i guess xoxo

she loves taking you to Thailand to meet her family, and bringing you to all her favourite spots as a child, wanting to make new memories there with you by her side

she’s also one to show up on your doorstep with two plane tickets and a suitcase packed for you - she doesn’t even tell you where you’re going, but she always has a plan and brings you on the most memorable and life changing trips around the world

she just wants to make so many memories with you and switch things up when you least expect; Lisa loves to keep you on your toes

plus,,,, more memories = more stories to tell your kids when you get to that milestone in the future

which Lisa definitely sees happening, she’s never, ever leaving you behind, it would be a crime to lose a love as strong as yours.

NSFW From Here:

kind of a service top tbh,,, like this girl just wants her baby to be feeling good and satisfied

will have her way with you any time any place though,, like she always catches you so off guard - you could be just cooking dinner and then all of a sudden she’s crept up behind you and her hand is down your pants

“and I’ll do it again” - Lisa after eating you out on the kitchen counter top x

It drives her fucking insane when you moan out her name, and it only spurs her on to fuck you harder and faster, listening to each heavenly scream spill from your lips

less into sending you nudes and more into sending you steamy choreographies that she’d been practicing just for you

Lisa feels the best when she’s dancing, and she knows just how worked up you get when you watch her dancing to something sexy, so she never hesitates to invite you to the practice room when she knows she’s going to be putting on a show

which usually ends up with you against the practice room mirror, begging for Lisa to go harder and harder - probably scaring away everyone else in the YG building </3

definitely has a rainbow coloured strap on because gay rights 

tbh you couldn’t care less what colour it is - you don’t even know anything except Lisa’s name when she’s using it, each thrust driving you closer and closer to that glorious edge

Lisa absolutely LOVES when you take care of her too, especially after a long day of schedules when she just gets to come home and ride your face until she crashes from tiredness

her favourite thing in the world is getting eaten out, her long legs wrapping around your head to keep her close to her core while her head is thrown back in pleasure

i could definitely see her being into wax play too, mainly because she think its so gorgeous,, the hot wax melting onto your skin and creating a beautiful picture on her favourite canvas

Lisa in thigh high boots......... and deep red lingerie........... thinking so many thoughts

absolutely LOVES receiving/sending nudes, and she saves every single one in a locked folder for her to look back on when she’s busy on tour and missing your touch 

and don’t be surprised if you get a facetime call in the middle of the night, filled with Lisa’s whines and moans as she touches herself over the phone, driving you crazy knowing you can’t be there to please her the way she so clearly desires

[hyunjilicious]

onlyfans #1 [ransom drysdale]

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a LONG time, and yesterday it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so I’m trying again today! This is part of a future pseudo-series, because I adore this concept. Also, prepare for cameos!!

Summary: So Ransom lost his inheritance. I hope the title doesn’t spoil his plan to make a living (SMUT) 3.4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, size kink, dirty talk, domestic submission, name calling, degradation, dub con (just in case), slight spit play, breath play, taking/selling nudes (lowkey non con here lol) Ransom is a bit of an ass. 

absolutely DO NOT READ if any of the warnings mentioned above make you uncomfortable, or if you are under 18!! That being said, enjoy!!!

"Ransom!" you yelled, rummaging through the shopping bag he just left on the counter in the kitchen. "We can't afford-" you scoffed, turning a bottle of wine over in your hands. Feeling yourself fume with anger that was threatening to burst out of you at any time, you placed it back on the counter, and started looking for him around the house, "Ransom, where the fuck are you?"

"Will you stop yelling!?" you heard him groan through the wall.

Rolling your eyes and with genuine rage surging through you, you slammed the door open, so hard it hit the wall behind it. "The fuck is wrong with you? You know we're already fucking tight with money, yet you had to go and buy a $200 bottle of wine!?"

Only after the words left your mouth, did you realize what he was doing. When your eyes landed on his computer screen and you saw him playing Spider Solitaire, you felt like you were actually going to fucking hit him.

"It was the cheapest I could find" he joked, without even bothering to turn around and face you.

"I'm serious right now" you sighed, walking over and snatching his hand from the mouse, "Look at me"

And he did. He turned to look at you, with a roll of his eyes and a displeased grin on his lips, "We're doing fine, you have a good job, what the fuck do you want from me?"

"Only the president could fucking keep up with you, Ransom, I can't afford that kind of crap. If you keep that shit up, we'll both end up on the streets!"

"Don't be so dramatic, doll" he chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your outer thigh. Grabbing a handful of your ass, he pulled you closer, "Stop worrying, we'll figure something out"

"We'd better. Because soon-"

"We will" he stopped you, grabbing even harder. His fingers sunk into your flesh, and your whole attitude changed in an instant, as you went mellow under his touch.

"Ok, then" you sighed, determined to find another way to go about this.

"Kiss me" Ransom smiled, and you obliged in an instant. He went in open mouthed, his tongue finding yours in an instant. You gave in completely, submitting to him like you always do. The way he bit into your lower lip, a tad harder than you would have considered pleasurable, made you moan softly against his lips.

"You adore me, I know" he smiled, pulling away from you. Ransom nodded towards the door, "Now go make us something to eat" he said, and then turned back to his computer, "I was busy with something"

"Busy" you mocked him, walking out of the room.

The next few hours of the day went by as usual. Ransom was hard around the edges, a difficult man to please - and god knows you had to constantly please him in order for him to accept you. But you got the hang of it, it became your routine, and you didn't mind it one bit. After having lunch, he went out to meet with a friend, while you stayed inside, making yourself busy.

When you two started getting more comfortable with one another, every now and then Ransom would insist on choosing what you wore while you were home alone with him. You loved this kink of his - he was doing it to himself, having you dress up all hot and skimpy only to have his dick get hard about 20 minutes later - it was a win-win situation. So now, still in one of the outfits he had chosen for you, and with your makeup perfectly done, you sat on the living room couch, finishing up your nails. A show about some mysterious crime that took place over 20 years ago was playing in the background, when Ransom entered the room.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" he beamed, walking over to you, blocking your view of the TV.

"She's fine" you smiled, actually surprised with how cheery he was being.

"You love me, right?"

"Of course, baby" you giggled, "So much"

"Good" Ransom said, his smile fading. "Put this on-" he added, throwing a small red paper bag into your lap, "And then come into the bedroom"

"Are you only ever nice to me when you want something?" you sighed, watching him as he walked out of the room.

"Don't be ridiculous" he laughed, "If I had to be nice every time I wanted something from you, I'd combust"

For a second, you remained dumbfounded. 'He's an asshole, but he's your asshole and you love him' you told yourself, before gathering the courage to open the bag and peak inside. Black lace. Your mouth fell open as you pulled the lingerie out - there was so little material you barely even realized how it was supposed to go. And those little patches of material? Almost completely transparent. You felt a little bit of anxiety curse though your body, but put on in nonetheless. Feeling entirely naked, you put the robe back on over the lingerie, and headed to the bedroom.

In an instant, you spotted Ransom sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. Once he noticed you, he pointed to the bed.

"Take that off and lay down"

Halfheartedly, you listened to him, and then padded over to the bed, wondering what you did wrong. You sat down and leaned back, watching him march up to you.

"Not like this" he said, effortlessly spinning you around to lay on your stomach. "Ass up"

Swallowing thickly, you arched your back and perched your ass up. "What's going on?" you questioned, already getting wet under his hungry stare.

"Shut up, baby" he whispered, groping your thighs and hips. "Stay like this, ok?"

You weren't going to object, but when you felt him distance himself from the bed and walk across the room, your curiosity got the best of you, "Why?"

"Told you something, pet" he threatened, "Keep that sweet little mouth of yours shut. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yeah, ok" you whined.

The anticipation was killing you. The tension between your legs was getting more and more difficult to ignore, and rubbing your thighs together proved futile. A powerful wave of eagerness washed over you when you heard Ransom walk over. You didn't even get to wonder what he was doing, before he slapped your ass hard. You gasped in surprise, but you didn't get a chance to react before he went again. Slap after slap, each growing in intensity against your sensitive skin.

The only thing that interrupted your whines were a few soft moans, as you kicked your legs and squirmed under him, "Fuck-"

"Does it hurt?" Ransom asked, spanking your ass one more time.

"Yes" you cried.

"Good, baby" he hummed, rubbing your inflamed skin. He wasn't as gentle as you wished, his touch burning all the way down to your bones. 

You tried to wiggle away, but he was quick to stop you, "Daddy's not finished with you yet. It has to hurt, ok? You need to be Daddy's good little slut and take it"

"I am" you nodded.

"What are you?" he asked, his smile audible in his tone.

"Daddy's good little slut" you repeated, your own words making the pain between your legs skyrocket.

"That's right, pet. That's why you're gonna take all that Daddy has to give you, even if it hurts, yeah? Daddy always knows better than you" Ransom said. 

You nodded again, bracing yourself for the impact. But it didn't come. Instead you felt him play with your ass, working strong, marron bruises into your skin. As you started to relax and get used to the feeling, he grabbed your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, leaving you completely exposed to him. "You love this, don't you, doll?"

"I do" you squealed, fisting the cotton bed sheets into your palms.

"Such a wet cunt for me" he said, tracing your opening with his pointer finger, "Practically begging for my cock, always fucking ready to be ruined"

You whined, the pressure he was applying only managing to drive you even crazier. "Please-"

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me"

"No, baby" Ransom chuckled, rubbing his hand over the curve of your ass, "Not tonight"

"But Daddy-" you began to protest, but your words were cut short by another spank, this one hitting differently.

With your skin already on fire, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to tears with every slap delivered. Unconsciously, you started to pull away from him, but that didn't stop him in any way. Ransom kept going until he felt you'd had enough, only then stopping. "Good girl" he spoke, leaning down to kiss the skin he had just abused, "You take it so well, baby. You're a gem"

"Thank you, daddy" you moaned, shuffling around the bed. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but he stopped you again.

"On your knees, baby, c'mon" he commanded, pointing to the fluffy red carpet next to the bed. "Daddy deserves to have his cock sucked, doll, so get to it"

Without even thinking twice, you jumped off the bed and sunk to your knees, hands on his thighs as you looked up at him.

"Always so hungry for my cock" he shook his head, lacing his fingers through your hair, "I'm gonna record you, angel, but don't freak out. Just suck my dick like you do everyday, yeah?"

"Ok"

"And take that bra off, I wanna see your tits"

You obliged in an instant, heart beating out of your chest. When he pulled out his phone and pointed the camera down at your face, you gulped, but then nodded eagerly, big doe eyes trained up at him. Ransom didn't wait any longer before he shuffled out of his jeans, his massive, already hard cock springing out.

Although slightly anxious about having a phone pointed at you, you fought to not let it bother you. Rubbing your hands up and down his length a few times, you looked up at him, licking your lips.

"Open that whore mouth for me, yeah?" Ransom commanded.

As soon as you followed his order, he bent down, spitting on your tongue. With your eyes locked onto the camera, you swallowed and then opened your mouth again.

"Want more, huh?" he laughed, playing with your hair.

"Yes, please!"

"How about you throat my cock first, and then we'll see if you deserve it?"

Without even giving him any kind of approval, you went in, bringing the tip of his cock into your mouth. You sucked wholeheartedly, hollowing your cheeks around his massive member. Bopping your head up and down, you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his tip against your tongue. When you felt yourself prepared enough, you pushed yourself further along his cock, allowing it to brush past the back of your throat. Your gag reflex instantly kicked in, but you fought it, remaining in place. 

"That's right, angel-" Ransom grunted, gripping the roots at the top of your head into his hand.

Feeling your oxygen supply run low, you wanted to pull away, but he wasn't having it. He easily controlled your movements, pushing his cock even further down your throat.

"Angel-" he panted, as you struggled against his hold, "You were made to be face fucked"

You had your arms wrapped around his strong thighs, your manicured nails sinking into his skin, hoping you'd get his attention. It didn't work.

By the time he let you go, you had tears running down your cheeks, your mascara almost reaching your chin. You fell backwards, desperate for a breath of air.

"You look better with your makeup like this, love" Ransome laughed, wiping your tears with the back of his fingers, "Suits you"

After regaining your composure, you pushed yourself back up, getting ready to resume your work. However, Ransom had other ideas as he grabbed his member, slowly pumping it in his own hand.

"Tongue out, slut" he said.

You listened to him, and felt a rush of ecstasy course through you when he slapped his cock against your tongue and then your cheeks. His tip was already leaking precum, and you swallowed obediently every drop that landed inside your mouth.

"You want it back?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes"

"Balls first, baby"

Bracing yourself against his thighs, you leaned forward, connecting your lips to the soft skin of his balls. You sucked deeply, applying the kind of pressure you knew would drive him crazy. "Fuck, fuck, yes, come on-" he grunted, bucking his hips into you.

You were nowhere near done when he grabbed your hair again and manhandled you to take his cock down your throat. Your frame fell limply under his hold, as you forced yourself to relax and obey him for as long as you could.

"That’s right-" he moaned, "don't fight it. You know that's my favorite thing about you? The way you worship my dick, you fucking slut"

As he spoke, he forced you deeper down his cock. No matter how hard you tried to resist, you couldn't help but start to squirm around, trying to push him away.

"Don't be a fucking bitch, Y/n" Ransom huffed, keeping you in place, as your throat muscles constricted around his tip, "Just fucking take it"

With a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face, you slapped his thighs frantically, until he finally allowed you to breathe again.

"I'm so fucking close, baby" he grinned, as you panted your lungs away. "Look up at me, I wanna see those that dumb look in your eyes whenever you take my cock"

Mouth agape as you still worked on regulating your breathing, you looked up, right into the camera. "That's it! Yeah, that's my slut, I can see it in your eyes, baby"

If it were up to you, you would have waited more. But Ransom was having none of that. Instead, he grabbed your hair again, this time controlling your movements completely. He forced your mouth along his cock, bopping your head up and down until his hips started shaking and he couldn't take it anymore. Proud with yourself for getting through this without panicking, you leaned back and opened your mouth.

Ransom's grunts and pleasure filled moans filled the room, as his cum started shooting out of his cock. Little droplets ended up inside your mouth and on your lips, and maybe intentionally or by mistake, he shot a few pumps on your cheeks and in your hair. But you remained there, motionless, waiting for his next move.

With the phone still pointed at you, Random used his thumb to gather all the cum you had missed, before shoving his finger into your mouth.

"Always eager to suck on something, aren't you?"

You proudly nodded.

After that he threw his phone on the bed, and helped you up. He instantly went in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around your body to play with your ass while his tongue dominated yours. He owned you completely.

"Go run a bath, baby" Ransom said, slapping your ass, "I'll be right there"

"But.." you hesitated, "What about me?"

"What about you?" he asked, cluelessly.

"I didn't finish…"

"It's early, love" he smiled, kissing your forehead, "Let's take a bath now, and then daddy will take really good care of you, yeah?"

And he did. He kept his word. You jumped in the bathtub about 5 minutes later, settling between his legs. He held you in his arms, kissing all along the curve of your neck, playing with your breasts as he kept telling you about his plan to take over his grandfather's company.

Eventually, with you being your needy self, he had you straddle his hips, as he sunk his cock into your pussy. You went limp against his chest, your pussy every now and then clenching around him as he tickled your sides and played with your ass. When the water started to get cold, all it took for you to finish were a few simple rolls of your hips, Ransom following closely behind, much to your surprise. 

That night, he didn't ask you to cook anything for him, instead just ordering and sharing a pizza. As you waited for it to be delivered, Ransom ate your pussy into oblivion on the kitchen table, joking about how your cunt was the most delicious thing to ever touch that surface.

The following days went by similarly. He was always down to get dirty, but the one thing that was different now was his constant need to film you. With time you got perfectly comfortable with it, putting on a show for him with every chance you got. It was just a matter of time until you barely even noticed it.

One day, as you ran your usual errands, when you stopped by the bank, something caught your eye. You instantly requested the balance, and you almost dropped the piece of paper when you read the numbers. You paid the cashier a polite goodbye, and stormed out of the bank, your phone glued to your ear.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up!!" 

But he didn't.

You rushed home, palms sweaty against the steering wheel. God, you hoped it wasn't what it seemed. What troubled you the most, was that you weren’t even 100% mad. There was some other kind of emotion there, but you pushed it aside. As soon as you reached your house, you stormed inside, bursting into Ransom's office without bothering to knock first. 

And this time, you caught it. For a split second, you managed to see the video open on his computer, before he switched the tab back to Spider Solitaire. 

"You fucking asshole!" you yelled, slamming the piece of paper against his chest, "You sick fuck! You thought I wouldn't notice?"

"Come on, baby" Ransom chuckled, way too relaxed for how enraged you were. He spun his chair around to face you, extending his hand to grab yours, "Relax, I only-"

"You only what?" you interrupted him, "Sold my nudes? Are you insane?"

"Don't talk to me like that-" he threatened, leaning his head to the side, "You know I don't appreciate it"

"And I don't apreciate you posting my sex tapes on the Internet!"

He grinned, "That’s not the same thing"

"Yeah!" you scoffed, throwing your arms into the air, "What you did is so much worse!"

"Careful there, baby" he shook his head.

You wanted to protest again, but he stood up. Ransom took a menacing step towards you, towering over your small frame, the fire in your attitude instantly dying down.

"You don't get to talk to me like that-" he whispered, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, "But I'll let it slide this time, doll, because that's exactly why I didn't tell you earlier. Wanted to see you panick a bit"

"Ransom…" you whined, "You should've asked"

He shook his head no, "You know I never ask, I just take. You should've considered this when you decided to be mine"

"I would have been into it, but I still wished you had told me" you said softly, too shy now to even look into his eyes.

"We talked about this, you're mine, I make the calls, not you"

"I know, Ransom, but-" you whined, but he grabbed your cheeks between his hands and stopped you.

"But what?"

You blinked a few times, "But nothing, I'm sorry I yelled, you're right"

"Of course I am" he chuckled, kissing your forehead, "See what happens when you worry, baby? Just be a good little girl and do what you're told without whining and bitching around, and everyone will be happy. We don't have to fight if you listen to me"

"I love you" you pouted, pressing yourself against his chest.

"Love you too, pet" he responded, slapping your ass a few times. 

As things finally calmed down, you decided to go change and then return to Ransom's office so he could show you how the page was doing. Just when you were about to walk out the door, he called after you. "Oh, and Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Love, some of the ideas I've gotten over the past few days where actually requests from our subscribers. Today will be fine, nothing new, but tomorrow we have a threesome. Some dude, Lee Bodecker, handsome guy, make yourself pretty, you'll love him!"