#i'd gladly bend over for all of them

[angeldr001]

Dante Writing Prompts

These are just a few prompts I've thought of. I have tried writing and it's not the best. So, I'd rather have someone execute the prompts in their own way.

If any prompts are used no need to add credit where it is from, just let me know you made a post so I can read it :)

Mature themes: Minors do not interact.

Most of these are smut. What can I say a girl gets no action anymore so it's now up to the imagination...

Warnings: CNC, Biting, Breeding, Unprotected, Virgin Dante.

❥ Dante's apartment is in shambles from a demon breaking through the wall. He finds himself outside of your apartment, knocking at your door. You get up from the couch only wearing an oversized shirt and knee-high socks as cover. You open the door to find Dante holding a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder.

He coughed awkwardly, "Trish said no and Lady laughed in my face before I could even ask. Can I spend a few days?"

You walk back over to the couch and sit down. "Shower is the first door on the right, you can sleep anywhere." He closes the door and locks the deadbolt before making his way to the bathroom. After a few minutes he comes out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, "Hey, how do I turn on the hot water?"

You make your way over to the bathroom, leaning down to show him a demonstration of which way you turn the knobs to get hot water. Turning around you find him still standing at the door, hand over his mouth blushing bright red. "okay, thanks." After leaving the bathroom he quickly closes the door.

"He's so weird..." turning off the living room light and making yourself comfy in your bedroom, quickly falling asleep before he exists the bathroom. He shuffled into the room and laid down onto the bed with you.

He wakes up in the middle of rutting into your ass, arms wrapped around you. His body tenses up, scared of any movement that might wake you until he feels small movements of you rutting back against him....

(Rest is up to you and anything can be adjusted, this was just a late-night thought before going to bed. It is a CNC preference, consensual of course, but if you would rather change it to keep yourself comfortable, I will still gladly read it.)

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❥ Dante holding you on his lap, straddling him. He's slowly marking his way down your neck to your collarbone. He leans forward, bending your back at an awkward angle. You look behind you to find he's using the remote to change the tv channel.

Music starts blasting through the building. He leans back with a smug smirk, "I work better with music" before going back to devouring your neck.

(Anime scene I could not get out of my head, it's literally perfect)

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❥ Virgin Dante whimpering from the next room over, a tightened fist over his cock. You try to tune out the noises by keeping yourself busy until you hear a sound that sounds very similar to your name.

Walking up to his door before lightly knocking. Rummaging sounds coming from the room before it cracks open. His face still covered in lust and low lidded when he peeks out. "Oh, hey y/n, what's up?"

You plaster a sickly-sweet smile on your face before speaking "I could help you if you would like."

(My favorite part about the DMC franchise is not only is it cannon that his dick is huge but it's cannon that he's "pure virgin")

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❥ You begged Dante to help you dye your hair. He grumbled a little bit before finally giving in and making his way to the bathroom with you. He even let you dye a piece of his hair to match yours.

(Fluff!!)

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❥ Dante pounding into you from behind, leaving marks and bites all over your back. You begged him to cum inside of you. Hearing that led him to go feral and pound you into next week.

I have never actually written out any kind of smut prompts, anything I did try to write was fluff. I never realized how embarrassing it is to write out the word cock...

If anyone writes these please leave a comment so I can read them or tag me in your work!!

[sourlemonsprout]

just imagine Alphonse and Seth’s individual reactions to finding out Sugarboo snorts when they laugh. Like you know they’re holding back for a bit when Seth first started staying with them but then Al was like “hey y’know they’ve got a snort laugh right?” and Seth demands proof (he believes it he just wants to see it for himself)

Alphonse x Seth x Boo (gn!reader)

Thank you so much for all the love and requests!!

Word Count: 862

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The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden glow across the living room where you sat comfortably snuggled into your boyfriend's side in one of your wide chairs in the living room.

"Are you sure you're okay sleeping down here on the couch, Seth?" you asked. "If you need a break, you can always take the bed. Or I can look for a sleeping bag somewhere around here." You turned your head away, trying to remember if you even had a sleeping bag anymore.

"No, no, it's alright. I'm fine Sugar, really," he assured you.

"I truly appreciate you lettin' me crash here," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's no problem, really!" you assure him.

"I think he actually prefers camping to a warm bed. If you gave him a sleeping bag, you might have to go searching for him in the woods." Al said, drawing a light giggle from you, to which you brought a fist up to cover your lips.

"You laugh but it's true!" Seth nodded.

"To each their own I suppose, I'd gladly take a cozy bed any day over a tarp and sleeping bag." Al shrugged.

"Speaking of cozy, I'm gonna go change into some comfier clothes," you pat Al's leg before hopping up. Seth's gaze follows your figure as you hop up the stairs and disappear out of sight.

"You good?" Al asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, oh, yeah." Seth shook his head slightly, a little flustered that he'd been caught staring.

"Uh huh, your face was lookin' a little pink there for a second." Al pried.

"Well, ya' know, they've got a nice laugh," he admitted quietly.

"It's uh, been a while since I heard a laugh like that," he said with his mouth drawn in a faint smile, the edges of his deep brown eyes grew soft.

"Oh yeayea," Al nodded.

The boys sat in comfortable silence, taking in the moment and appreciating the calmness around them. It had been a long time since they had felt so at ease in each other's presence. There wasn't the slightest hint of tension, regret, or anger between them. They had finally found a moment of respite, and it was all thanks to the sunshine that you had brought into their lives.

"You know they snort when they laugh hard enough?" Alphonse broke the silence. Seth spun his head to face Al, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with disbelief.

"Really?"

"Mmm, it's true." Al nodded. A flicker of light danced across his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "I remember bein' a little shocked the first time I heard it. But I gotta admit, everything's just so much funnier with a laugh like that," he recounted, a warm smile spreading across his face. The more Seth thought about it, he could totally picture you snorting while you laughed, and oh he longed to hear it.

"Well, I just have to believe it when I hear it for myself," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I know they've been hiding it, but I'll see if I can break them," Alphonse said with a smirk.

It wasn't long before you entered the living room, wrapped in fresh pajamas and holding a blanket, there was a spring in your step as you walked.

"Here, I brought down this extra blanket for you," you said, chucking the soft grey blanket that you were holding onto his lap before collapsing on a chair.

"It's startin' to feel like a slumber party up in here," Al said, bumping his hands up with a silent 'whoop-whoop'.

"You guys wanna watch a movie?" you ask, eyes angling for the remote before the boys were nodding their heads.

"Alriiiight!" you say with a huff as you slap both needs and bend forward to get up.

"Jesus, you stand up like a Midwestern dad," Al laughs as he mimics your actions dramatically, leaving you two giggling at one another like children. As Alphonse continues to mock you for 'being an old man', your giggles turn into full-blown laughs until a small snort escapes your mouth, which has you doubling over, grabbing onto Al's arm for support as you cover your mouth with your other hand. Just as Seth thought he couldn't adore you anymore, you reveal a laugh like that. He loved how your face glowed with euphoria as you clutched at your sides, trying to regain oxygen in your lungs. Your infectious laughter filled the room, causing Seth to chuckle, unable to resist the joyful atmosphere that surrounded them. The more you snort, the harder y'all laugh.

Once you were able to breathe properly and stand upright, you gave Al a little kiss on the side of his cheek and snatched the TV remote off the coffee table.

"Alright you two, what're we watchin'?" Seth asked, still unable to wipe the grin off his face.

"Nothin' scary, I'm lookin' at you Boo," Al opined, shooting you a side-eye.

"Maybe a comedy?" Seth suggested. The corner of your mouth curled into a smile as you squinted at him.

"You're just trying to get me to snort again, aren't you?" you chirp.

"…maybe"

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The End <3

[mvrkieboo]

Old Bloodhounds

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You waited beside Woojin's Jaguar with tears streaming down your face. Honestly, you've already cried over Yuno's shitty behaviour, you've cried over the witch hunt. When you came down to the lobby, you were stopped by Sungwoo just right after you got out of the elevator. The young security guard told you there were some weird people waiting outside the lobby doors, held back from entering the building by the other security guards.

The only thing you could feel by that time was exhaustion.

You wondered when this mess would end. When you had called Yuno to inform him of his stalkers outside the building, you were surprised to see that he was quick to go down and handle this, even though you're pretty sure your call woke him up from his sleep. In just 10 minutes he was already out of the building, yelling at his stalkers, and the clip of him cussing at them went viral in minutes tops.

The fight with Yangyang pushed you over the edge. Sungwoo could only offer you his mini tissue pack when he saw your tears swell, and you gladly took it. If he had personally comforted you, that would be crossing the line. You were a resident of New Axis and he was part of the staff—but you always felt like he was the kindest man you ever met, next to Geonwoo and Woojin, of course.

Even after the small crowd outside the building was gone after Yuno threatened to press charges against them—not on your behalf, but for his own self—you didn't dare to take a step outside the lobby doors. So when Geonwoo and Woojin offered to give you a ride, you were more than relieved.

Geonwoo and Woojin walked up to you, faces ethched in worry. Your heart sunk at the sight, but Geonwoo was quick to reach out to you with his arms, and pulled you in a bear hug.

"You sure you want to attend your classes today?" He asked softly, and you nodded against his chest.

"I have to. I have a presentation today and I can't just leave my assignment partner to present it alone." You smiled up at them both after you pulled away from the hug.

Woojin came up to you and wiped away your tears before ruffling your hair, bending down to meet your level.

"You'll get through this, Y/N. You're stronger than you look."

You nodded and he gave a firm pat on your cheek at that.

Geonwoo opened the back door for you, "Let's go."

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"Look at those raccoon eyes. If you cried any longer, they would be swollen shut." Woojin teased and Geonwoo was quick to slap his arm from the passenger seat.

They bickered for a moment, their silly antics bringing a smile to your face (this was on purpose, you were aware—they knew you always found their bickering hilarious). You adored the close relationship they shared, how strong it remained through all of the suffrage they were put through—then your thoughts went to Yangyang, and your smile quickly dropped, which was something both of them picked up on through the rearview mirror.

"Come on, kid. It's no use to be so down about this—shit happened already. Try to keep your spirits up, hm?" Geonwoo chided gently, head turned around to face you directly.

"No matter how much I dislike him, your brother came to your rescue rather quickly. He still cares about you, but his head is too far up his ass to openly express that." Woojin sighed, making a turn on the road.

"It's not Yuno I'm still so upset about. I—I just had a little fight with my friend, that's all." You spoke sheepishly, shame creeping into your heart at just how concerned they were over you.

If all you're going to do is make me worry over you everyday, I'd rather disown you right now. Do you hear me? You're no daughter of mine anymore.

Mom! Mom, please, they'll kill you if you're caught—

I'd rather die then! I'd rather die than to live so pathetically for the rest of my life, rather die than bear the shame, to worry over you everyday so much that I age quickly. If you want to live that way, fine! But don't expect me to do the same. Now let go of me—

"What did you fight about?" Woojin asked, taking a glance at you through the rearview mirror.

You explained the whole fight you had with Yangyang in the groupchat and both Geonwoo and Woojin's face harden over time. After you're done telling what had happened, the men remained quiet for a while. A kind of quiet that has you nervous, dread filling your empty stomach.

"Y/N, we said the same thing back then. Your friend has a point."

"Woojin, I know he has a point. But to speak about the things that happened to me back then, it's..." You felt your throat close just by mentioning it liberally.

The shame it brought. Working for those horrid men.

"I understand why it's hard for you, but your friends are people who care for you, kid. They probably feel like you don't really consider them as your friend when they notice you keep so many things from them."

Your own face hardened at his words. They made sense, and you suspected Yangyang only lashed out because he's...insecure on how much burden you've kept to yourself. He had considered you his close friend, you know everything about him, but he knew nothing about you.

"When I'm ready, I'm ready. I can't have people push me to tell them—"

"If you don't tell them, you'll lose them—and you do know I'm not just talking about your friends, right?"

You see Geonwoo putting his hands on Woojin's shoulder as the latter continued driving. You've known them too well to misinterpret Geonwoo's gesture as a warning to Woojin. He gripped on Woojin's shoulders to ease them. Woojin was so worried for you, he's getting angry at the situation and your inability to rectify it.

Will that worry then turn to a burden? Will that burden become too heavy to bear? Will they abandon you like your mother did to get rid of that heavy burden?

Despite what they actually think, Geonwoo and Woojin didn't know everything about your past. Not quite. There were two things they were unaware of. One of it is how they didn't truly know the specific reason why your mother abandoned you.

She abandoned you because she couldn't stand knowing that her daughter—the daughter she loved truly and deeply—will be bearing the sins of the man who's not even her father by blood. Her disowning you and abandoning you was the only way to keep herself sane.

You will always hate her for it.

The rest of the ride was silent, and they dropped you off without the usual fanfare. No 'goodbyes', no 'I love yous', no 'study wells'. As you watched them drive off, the only thing in your mind is echoes of how much you hate your mother. How much you hate how her words from that night was still stuck to you until now.

Mom, please...don't go. Please.

Let go of me. I already asked you to run away with me, but you refused. You would rather let those bastards turn you into their slave to pay off that stupid man's debt, and you're asking me to stay so I can watch you rot away? How dare you. How dare you, Y/N. How could you ask a mother to stay and witness how her choice ruined her own daughter's future?

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[star-suh]

Can you please write another Lucas x male reader smut please? College AU with a size kink and sweat kink and the male reader becomes a dominant sub for a while and is bratty and bitchy which Lucas likes it when his bitch boys get all feisty

not a birthday cake

wong yukhei x male reader

cw: college au, size kink, sweat kink, dom reader for a moment, kinda brat reader, hair pulling (lucas receiving), slapping, blowjob, rimjob, face sitting, nipple play, degrading.

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"he's so fucking hot" thought lucas, who was watching y/n doing some stretching in the sports class, he was staring directly at his ass "that's a whole damn bakery" he went to y/n's side, bend over (lucas is 6'0 and y/n is smaller) and whispered to him "that's a lot of cake and it's not my birthday yet" y/n laughed and replied "oh really? thanks haha. this cake it's not for birthdays tho" he looked at lucas disgusted and went to the other side of the field.

the days passed and lucas was trying to convince y/n to let him use his pretty ass but he always denied. "you really like playing hard" said lucas, "maybe" replied y/n who was ready to leave but then lucas yelled at him something that made him stop "jokes on you, i like that shit" y/n kept walking so lucas wouldn’t see him blushing. deep down y/n wanted to feel lucas inside him since that day when he saw lucas wearing shorts and his bulge was notorious, he wasn't wearing underwear, it looked so big and fat that it made y/n drool at that moment. but he likes playing hard to get so here we are.

some days later the class was taking a vacational trip for a week and y/n has to share the dorm with lucas. "i'm hungry, can you give me some of that?" lucas signaled y/n's ass, "you won't be able to handle it, just give up" mocked y/n. "are you challenging me?" lucas stood up from his bed, "'cause i'd take the challenge gladly" he said coming closer to y/n who decided to rail him up more "nah, i don't think so. bet you won't be able to make me see stars" y/n ghosted his lips on lucas'. "bet" said the taller who went to lock the door.

y/n was riding lucas' face "if you wanted my cake that bad make sure to eat it good" he says sitting hard on lucas' face to make sure his tongue goes deep into his hole, the taller was just laughing seeing the bottom's attempt to dom him. when his hole was sloppy and agape y/n went to down to suck lucas' cock the manly musk of it making him feel dizzy wanting to taste from balls to head tracing every vein with his tongue. y/n sucked lucas for some minutes, leaving the cock wet to use it as a lub. he guided the tip to his hole and sunk in it little by little but then lucas just thrusted to put it all in at once making y/n shiver for the sudden stretch, "what happened mr. dom i thought i was the one who couldn't handle it".

y/n slapped lucas who licked his lips "shut the fuck up and suck them" he pulled lucas by his hair and guide his mouth to his nipples, lucas just sucked them and bite them without losing the pace of his thrust.

some time passed and lucas was fucking y/n against the wall, making sure to reach y/n's sweet spot with his tip all while y/n was licking the sweat off of the taller's neck "you're so fucking big in both size and height" exclaimed y/n tracing the bulging veins on lucas' arms with his fingers "destroy my hole lucas please" begged the small guy. lucas just laughed "look at you, acting like a slut now when you were so feisty and hard to get before. what. happened. to. the. original. plot." he says the last phrase with a hard thrust between each word. he grabs y/n's jaw so they can make eye contact "be glad i like my bitch boys like that or else i would've punished you already" y/n just nodded sticking his tongue out so lucas can suck it. 

lucas put y/n on the bed, face down and ass up and kept fucking him, making sure that y/n not only saw stars but the entire universe. he then puts one of his foot on y/n's head to fuck him more hard. he then just pull out his cock and watch y/n's whole clenching at nothing and spit inside of it to immediately put his dick back in and repeat everything from the beginning, skipping the spitting part this time. y/n started to jerk off feeling that familiar sensation in his stomach and came right at the spot when one of lucas' thrusts reached his sweet spot. when he was ready to cum, lucas lifts y/n up and makes him lean against his chest and whispers "ready to get that cake frosted with my cream whore?" with every thrust he does he slaps y/n's ass cheeks leaving them tinted in bright red and y/n just moaned like an impatient bitch waiting to get filled. finally he came and it was a lot, cum spilling out of y/n's hole and dripping down lucas' dick.

y/n fell down to the bed tired, "next time be careful when you challenge me. i never lose" said lucas licking y/n's ear and slapping his red ass "want me to put more baby batter inside you or want me to take out what you have inside already?" asked the older, seeing that y/n didn't answered he went to see him and see that he was sleeping already. man just laughed and thought "this vacational trip isn't bad after all" he grabbed wet wipes, cleaned y/n and left the bedroom to go find something to eat.

[depressnt]

If I ever wrote a Wicked dnd au (tw massive rant!)

There'd be 8 grimmeries that encompass the 8 schools of magic, written by the wise ones and enchanted with sentience, they all choose one powerful magic user who encompasses their school to be able to read it, but people only know of the Transmutative Grimmerie- the bronze one- because there's a spell that keeps it in the emerald palace and the wizard tries to brute force it to work for him, and none of the others have come out of hiding and are instead waiting for a magic user to discover them

I say magic users because they won't always necessarily pick a wizard just because Wizards are those most likely to use spellbooks. The grimmeries choose someone who will use their spells to the betterment of Oz, and sometimes they won't even pick someone who specializes in the school of magic they represent

Also, Galinda is a wizard. People pretend she's a bard, but she is 100% a wizard. I'm sorry but I don't see her being selfless or dedicated enough to be able to practice as a support class, and while that one wicked dnd au where she's a cleric is wonderful, I'm a wizard Galinda truther. She WANTS to study magic, she's BEEN studying magic her wholeeee life, she wishes it were innate but it isn't so she's gonna grab magic BY THE BALLS and bend it to her will. Whether she specializes in enchantments (charms) or illusion is something I'm still debating, probably enchantment, but I hc Conjuration comes easily to her because she knows how to make something out of nothing (through lying), and doesn't want to lie but she kind of has to do it all the time and it sucks, she wants her lies to not be fake anymore, she's an honest gall! Just sometimes honesty gets you killed real damn dead. I think the Evocation grimmerie might like her, she's selfish enough to call on the aggressive nature of its spells for her own gain, and it just so happens that "her own gain" is "making Oz the kind of place Elphaba can live safely again" (I read a two chapter 34k word gelphie hurt/comfort reunion fic, and her characterization just KILLED me, I'm never gonna stop thinking of her, I love her)

(Found the link!)

Elphaba wants to be a wizard soooo bad, but she's a wild magic sorceress <33 Unsleeping City homebrew style, where her wild magic surges build up over time like Pete's, she can't STAND it and she nearly hurt so many people whenever she surged, the transmutation grimmerie picks her both as a way to get out of the palace, and because she wants to enact Good and Solid change in Oz, and it likes that

Fiyero is a swashbuckler rogue who switches his sword out for a gun in act 2, and maybe switches subclasses to mastermind to try and help Elphaba as best he can (reference to mastermind's ability to use Help action from 30 feet away, alsp it was HIS idea to fake her death) (a revived or phantom rogue would also make perfect plot sense, but I don't see it for his character)

Nessa is a commoner until she gets the ruby slippers, which is when she realizes she needs to step up her game if she's to stay with the Charmed Circle, so she becomes a ranger, maybe a monster slayer- seeking out Elphaba to kill her with a gun (hc her father taught her to shoot when guns became a thing, because it was novel and interesting and she liked the power it gave her despite the chair) before having a change of heart

Boq is either a Barbarian or a fighter in my mind, maybe a champion fighter tbh? He'd have been Nessa's (unwilling) right hand during the dictatorship, and I'd believe she'd force him to essentially head whatever military she might have amassed, I think she'd gladly try and seceed from Oz. And also the Tin Woodman was wild with an axe in the books! (Allegedly) (still gotta read those), I think he'd find some release in physical prowess, maybe holding out hope he'd be able to fight his way out, since he was clearly too smitten to smart his way out of... pretty much any situation in his life

[bobbydagen24]

another thing that'd be great about a Third Tv show is that it means we'd be more likely to see some comedic suffering of Bro zone lol.

given the tv shows go all out on that kinda thing we could see that episode of Bro zone bending over backwards to compete with Kismet for Branch's affection and Humiliating themselves.

and we could see stuff like all of Bro zone planning a surprise party for Branch in his Bunker and when he arrives back from somewhere they wait in a dark room to jump out and surprise him only for him to go full on attack mode.

and kick all their arses only to turn the lights on and see all his brothers scattered across the room beaten up and the whole place trashed with him only then realising it was a surprise party for him and feeling awkward 😂😂😂😂

meanwhile the Bros are straight up bruised and battered and kinda afraid of their baby bro now lol.

plus I like to imagine Branch would just casually bring up what the Bros did out of nowhere on Random occasions for the pettiest of reasons like if they were in a snowball fight and one of them was about to throw at him.

he'd out of nowhere bring up how he's having such a good time and he's glad they are finally back since he always used to miss out on snowball fights when he was younger cause he had no one to play with him.

making his bros feel bad and awkwardly stopping them in their tracks only for Branch to take the chance to hit them with a load of snow clearly showing he only said it as a cheap diversion tactic 😭😭

plus maybe after babysitting Bruce's kids and struggling to bond at first they end up getting there in the end and Branch and the kids bond over pranking and annoying Bruce much to his Horror lol.

anyway yeah we gotta hope for a Third Tv show as the comedic suffering potential of Bro zone is endless and I'd gladly watch a show just centered around them being tortured for laughs and Branch getting his own back in many Different ways 😂😂😂😂

[sophswritingthings]

To the anon with the ask who made Mizu a motorcyclist… PLEASE INDULGE MORE 😍😍😍😍

pairing: modern au!motorcyclist!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): light swearing

a/n: she's so HOT I will gladly write more!!!

word count: 470 words / 2,579 characters

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you were walking past a shop. a motorcycle shop and repair, consequently.

that's when a certain pair of mysterious blue eyes caught your eye.

the woman who had absolutely barreled you over, last time. gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair, and a red and black motorcycle that was so distinctive you could notice it anywhere.

and she looked to have noticed you, too.

"its you again," she says with that raspy voice, flashing you a small smile. she's covered in ash and what seems to be oil, and she had glasses sat on her head.

"um.. yes, it is," you chuckle, blushing a little.

"how are you doing?" is the first question she asks, turning her attention slightly back to the motorcycle at hand.

"im okay," you murmur, walking closer to her. whatever she was doing was quite interesting, "everything's healed up properly."

"well--good," she slides under the motorcycle without a word.

you watch with interest, "um.. what are you doing?"

"hit something a little too hard. probably or rock, or some shit," she hissed. you could see that her legs were a bit torn up, under her torn jeans.

".. you okay, then?" you whisper.

you sort of wanted to return her earlier favor.

"I'll be fine, probably just a couple scars." she responded, rather calmly for someone who could have easily died in some accident.

"I could.. clean you up. return your favor," you place down your bag, as she slides out from under the bike.

under her soot covered face, you can see the faintest hint of blush.

".. if you'd like, I suppose it isn't a problem," she looks hesitant to tell you where the bandages were. to let you touch her.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." you chuckle, going to where she has directed you. "I'll be gentle."

she scoffs, "its--its not--" she stammers, "I know that."

you bend down to the floor, first wiping her face and arms of all soot and ash. you see the cuts and scars along her arms, frowning a little. how often did she get injured?

you ignore it, though, not wanting to press her with questions. you just clean her wounds, wrapping bandages over them.

"hey, did you--" she pauses, watching your head snap up to look her in those blue eyes. "--maybe.. wanna go and get coffee? lunch, even, I--"

you cut her off, smiling, "I'd like to."

her eyes widen, "wait, I--really?" she seems surprised that you would even consider it.

you chuckle, "yeah.. is that so weird?"

"no, it isn't," she sighs. "I haven't been on a date in awhile, so im sorry if im shit at this."

you blush a little, giggling, "I probably am shitty at it, too, so don't worry too much."

she laughs, "good. than we can be shit at it, together."

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[blackbirdffxiv]

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I prefer to go by they/them pronouns.

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I make cosmetic mods and port hair! You can find my mod repos below

Things to know:

IRL/my own ADHD brain sometimes get in the way which means I can be slow to respond to a lot of things due to distractions. Please try not to take this as a personal slight, life just happens to me sometimes.

I do a lot of aesthetic/stylized gposes mixed in with canon/game/lore-friendly gposes.

Some of my tags:

ffxiv mods: I use this for my mod releases.

Mun's Adventures in Modding: This is for my WiPs and progress updates.

Mun Ramblings: This is my OOC tag when I am just kinda going on about things that may not be related to XIV, sometimes it is. It can literally be about anything. This is also coupled with a generic OOC tag.

Reminders of You: My "IC" aesthetic tag, primarily about my main as my main is who I like to focus on for things like aesthetic posts, RP, In-Character, etc.

Spicy Gposes: This is my NSFW gpose tag. None of my NSFW content posted here will be explicit. The only lewd content I post here are tasteful nudes. They are also accompanied by a Mature/Sexual Content filter.

What I am okay with:

WCIF (Where Can I Find) questions, whether in DMs, ask inbox, etc. It can be about gear, my filters, etc.

Questions about any of my characters.

Questions regarding mods I've already created and released.

Requesting tips/advice when it comes to gposing, RP, etc. I'd like to think I'm well-versed in both and would gladly give my own advice to new people who are getting their foot in the door, or simply just want some tips from someone with experience.

What I am not okay with:

Witchhunting - (aka don't message me "warning" about someone else unless you have the solid proof to back it up, and if it's severe enough to warrant it; I have no interest in getting mixed up in back and forths between individuals)

Spamming of "can you make this mod/port this" in my inbox and DMs - I mod 98% of the time for hobby, and my inbox is not the place to hound me for mods.

Lore policing - I am a firm believer in "bend the lore all you want so long as you can logically explain it". Translation: don't police what I do, you're not going to get anywhere with it.

General jackassery - Just don't be a douche, it's not that hard.

Modding Repositories & Other Social Media:

Below are the current repositories I post my mods at; all my current mods are free and public to use. Any paid mods I create are always released two-three months off it's early access period. I never plan nor will I ever perma-vault a mod (and even then I make a paid mod maybe once every few months)

XIV Mod Archive (Free)

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Twitter / "X" (For all my content + explicit/NSFW content)

Gpose Commission Carrd - I do take the occasional gpose commission; feel free to take a look.

[exspiravited]

Talk about Dialga & Palkia c:

Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person! | accepting!

"I care about them both deeply. Even though father favored them both over myself, they still weren't exempt from his wrath. I did everything I could back then to keep them safe. We... were all each other had. Arceus did not care for any of us - we were created simply as tools for him to use, in my opinion. We only knew what love was, because we loved one another. I remember when Arceus decided to separate me from them. I was.... 'corrupting' them, he said. I was 'too monstrous' to be trusted around them, he said. I didn't understand what he meant, or why he said such a thing. Hurting them was my worst nightmare back then, especially with how out of control my powers were. I would sneak out of that locked room in the back of the palace just to see them. But I really did think it was for their own good at the time... even if it hurt to be away from them."

"I didn't always care about them, though. There was a time..." Giratina pauses, letting out a deep breath. "There was a time where I would have gladly killed them both with my own hands. When I was thrown into the Distortion World, they were the last people I saw. They were both behind a pillar, watching me fight for my life against Arceus, watching me lose everything. For... longer than I'd like to admit, my wrath was directed at them. I blamed them, instead of Arceus. I spent so many years of my banishment enraged. My anger was misguided - it took me far too long to acknowledge that. Being banished for five billion years of your life gives you plenty of time to think and to reflect. Arceus got exactly what he wanted by driving a wedge between us. I still wonder if he somehow predicted that I would blame my siblings instead of him."

"It wasn't their fault. They were scared, just like I was, and with how young we were... there wasn't anything we could have done, even together. I wish I would have realized that sooner. Instead of worrying about their fates under Arceus without me around to take the brunt of his rage, I instead spent my time plotting how I would kill them both when I got out. I... feel as if I'm not worthy to be their sister. It's a deep level of shame I still hold to this day."

"I have been free from the Distortion World since the Hisuian era of Sinnoh's history, and I have still not reconnected with either Dialga or Palkia on a personal level. I did save them both from the red chains on Spear Pillar, but I haven't actually spoken to either of them in eons. I'm terrified of what they'll say, or how they'll think of me. It's been... such a long time. I've been gone for a third of our lives. I remember them both as being kind and quiet children, like I was, but I can't say what they're like now. What lies did Arceus fill their heads with in my absence? How badly did he hurt them both when they didn't bend to his wishes and demands? I don't know. I don't know anything. They... deserve a better sister than myself anyways. One that didn't spend billions of years of her life dreaming about how she would slaughter them without a thought. One that didn't fail them both so miserably."

[beneficialfondue]

Untitled Sokka/Zuko Poem (Color Blind Version) inspired by OhMyFreddy's Heart's A Thousand Colors

(Sokka blue)

I just wanna kiss you

I don't wanna miss you

But in the end my thoughts always

Twist back to you

And I don't know where we're going

And I'm scared of not knowing

What dangers lie around the every bend

But I know that I'd crash and burn for you

Because it would all be worth it in the end

And you know that I would die for you

And in my arms you can always rest your weary head

(Zuko red)

Robed in fire that I burn to touch

Eyes like the ocean but still seem to scorch

I've never been afraid of losing good things but

I'm petrified of losing you so much

And I don't know where I'm taking us

But I'll be damn if I lose your love

So I'll hold you tight as we round every bend

Because I would burn the world for you

Even if it isn't worth it in the end

And you know that I would die for you

And in my arms you can always rest your weary head

(Together purple)

Once you were my enemy

But now I know your love

And before it was anger boiling in my vains

But now it's desire when I meet your gaze

The world may not understand us

They can laugh, and scorn, and hate

But life is better together

In this bed that we have made

So if we have to fight them all

I'll gladly do so at your behest

And once the fighting's over

In your arms I'll rest my weary head

(Original Color Coded Version)

[prpfz]

🪣🧼 Hii. Im an 18+ trans man looking to do some m/m agegap, pet play, or master/slave dynamics (would also love a combination of these all!!) The OC I'll be using is older (mid-40s to earlier 50s), and I'd like to pair him with someone younger (20-30). Dead dove topics would most likely be included, but please let me know how comfortable you are with those type of things.

The plot:

To any onlookers, muse a is in charge of everything, dominant in all ways. He demands respect and will receive it, rarely bending to someone else's wishes. Muse B works closely under A as an assistant. People in office joke about the duo, assuming that A is a cruel boss. However, behind closed doors, things are completely switched. Muse A will gladly kneel and roll over at Muse B's comment. Muse A lives to serve B, his entire life being devoted to them.

This can be altered, of course, to fit your OC! I really want to play around with the dynamic and secrecy of the relationship.

Smut and NSFW would definitely be included, please have an OC that's a switch. I'm open to MOST things, but I draw the line at vomit and noncon.

leave a like, and I'll get back to you ASAP <3

give a like and anon will get back to you

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/wandamaximoffsbadgirl/765244515560964096/httpswwwtumblrcomwandamaximoffsbadgirl765189?source=share

Hmm, I suppose this is true. So, what would you want to do... you know since you can do whatever you want, whenever you want. Go on, be creative.

~🍒

Well knowing you....

I know you'd gladly sit on my lap and cockwarm me for hours letting yourself leak onto me. You'd beg and whine about wanting to move around, but why should I give you that satisfaction when I'm busy with other things.

I'd make sure you keep drinking like a good puppy.

You might ask to go to the bathroom and I'd deny you because I know you can hold it like a good puppy.

Eventually I'd finally just bend you over my desk and pound into you. You'd be soaked and fuzzy from drinking so it would be easy to use you.

I'd grab your wrists and hold them behind your back. I'd push my weight onto you and bite at your shoulders and back, making sure to leave my marks all over you.

Everyone will know who you belong to.

[artistisdead]

list of men in dick roles but i still wanna you know:

1. john cassavetes in mikey and nicky and husbands (god no ion want rosemary baby john even tho he is so...)

2. jean pierre leaud in la maman et la putain

3. tony leung in lust, caution

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He only has one arm to wrap around him because the needle jams and feels awkward when he tries to bend his left arm, so his right will have to do. His right is all he needs to wrap it around the weeping form that has securely shoved his face into his shoulder and started to release what he can only assume are the years of worry that have amassed since they last saw each other.

"I'll be back to check on him and Kumo in a little while." The engineer sounds as he gives a sympathetic smile at the display before him. He can't imagine what it would be like to be separated from someone so important. Were they married? Just engaged? Just dating? He supposes it doesn't matter and he doesn't know how any of that works in Misterican culture - but he almost doesn't need to when a word like bond makes it feel all the more heavy.

Revon is stepping over to the other bed to look over the sleeping body of white and he frowns. He's pulling blankets over him and making sure he's properly tucked in before a hand raises to gently brush the hair from the prince's face as he sleeps.

"Sielu, I am - going to be right back. I am going to tell Aamunkoitto and Valo that we found Sinfonia and brought back the prince. I'm sure they'll be relieved."

And just like that they're alone. Alone with just the sleeping form of his nephew on the other bed across the room. Just like that they're alone again and he wants to ask where Sydän is because seeing his bond without her is jarring but at the same time he wants to just let Sielu release the rivers that have been pouring into the ocean with no where to go for so many years.

Instead his lips part and he sounds.

"You're not mad at me, are you? Even though I'm late? I told you I'd be right behind you, didn't I?"

He wants to stroke his other hand through his hair. He wants to show him all the comfort he requires. Aqua says he'll take care of him but he doesn't know which one of them needs the more of it. There are ghosts in Aqua's gaze like the shipwrecked souls that were devoured by the fury of the ocean's tides.

Aqua's oceans have always carried life in them and the music lit his currents to life with a vibrancy that was unmatched to all around but now ... He wasn't expecting to see the waters of those ocean eyes to have turned into a graveyard.

Maybe he was a siren all along?

But he doesn't feel like it's others who died but instead their memories. Ghosts of their memories lurking deep in ocean depths of a man who longs to be loved again.

Sydän must have... And he can only imagine how heavy it has to be. He can't only imagine how lost he is. He doesn't need to speak. He doesn't need Aqua to tell him how difficult it is to know he's carrying a weight around that he doesn't know what to do with.

He'll help him carry it just like Aqua has carried him for all these years.

"Shhhh." He sounds as his mask comes off and he's moving to the best of his ability to place a kiss on top of the head of blue weeping into his shoulder. His free hand moves around wrapping around him to stroking through a blue river with much effort.

"I won't go. I won't let go of you again. I'm sorry Aqua. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. I was scared and I thought I was going to - I didn't want you to see. I was scared I was going to lose you, so I was an idiot. I'm sorry. I promise I won't let go again. I promise. Can you ever forgive me?"

He supposes he doesn't mind is Aqua is a siren because he's his siren and he'll dive to any depth just to be with him. Just to hold him. Aqua's song is the only song he wants to hear. The only waters he wants to dive into. He wants to exist in them. Let them envelop him. He'd gladly drown in his waters if it means he could just hold him one last time. He'll go to any depth. Any depths that song leads him to. Without question or second thought.

There's a heart he loves that needs to burn, and he's the only one who can make a fire underwater.

For the first time in ten years, he doesn't want to fade. For the first time in ten years, he feels like something to live for has been breathed into his lungs.

For the first time in ten years, he wants to do something other than sleep.

Sitriini has always been good at creating fire. Relighting something in him... Well, it doesn't surprise him that he did, to say the least.

Further, there's the way he says he wants 'Aquani' - it doesn't feel like a trick coming from him. Of course, the others aren't trying to seem that way, it's just... it's just that things ended up how they did. It's just that Sitriini has always put so much effort into making him feel seen and making him feel irreplaceable.

It's just that he knows Sitriini genuinely wants him. He doesn't have to wonder for even a moment if Sitriini would be able to think of him as filling some slot - some representative for Sydän or some replica of Pilvi - because even in a state like this he calls him by name.

By first name, possessive like he's a gift rather than a pet or item in some collection and spoken softly like he's been a significant loss all these years.

Like he's more than just a face in the lost kingdom's ruined archives grieved only with masses of others. Like he's still worth something all on his own. Like he's fine just as he is, like there isn't some invisible set of expectations, like he's not just insane or an idiot or a burden.

It's been so long since he hasn't felt the need to be good. It's been so long since he's felt like himself that he'd been convinced Aqua Sielu died about ten years ago and yet three small words have poured buckets of life into his bloodstream.

I want Aquani.

How long since he's heard that?

I want Aquani.

It's such a simple sentence, yet he's certain it's what hope sounds like. It's what belonging sounds like.

His second name gets his attention again and has him blinking mist out of his eyes. He can change the bag. No problem.

He offers a nod before he realizes Revon is putting him down on the bedside.

Again, Sitriini calls his name - he says please, he says he wants to hold him - and his heart feels like it's skipping beats as he obliges with the request.

"You came back," he finally whispers, trying to ignore the awful floral scent that's stuck on the shoulder he's buried his face in. Likely another hallucination, since Revon doesn't seem worried.

"I don't have to be alone anymore?"

The tears start back up as he says it, his voice cracking by the end of the statement. No more waking up to an empty room. No more forcing himself to be quiet while he rests between his friends. No more uncertainty over whether he's asking for too much. No more pushing through headaches and dizzy spells to seek out a hug. No more crying into a pillow and pretending that by itself doesn't shatter him. No more hard days spent by himself because he's in too much pain and feels too sick to navigate the halls. He doesn't have to wake up alone. He doesn't have to wake up afraid. Never again.

"I... I was so scared. I will take care of you. I promise. Just please don't go again."

It's been awful without you.

[talaok]

hi bestie, hope you’re doing good <3 can i request something please? hear me out on this one aaaa

pedro and actress!reader are co-stars and there’s a pool table around one of their sets, she mentioned that she doesn’t know how to play pool and he gladly makes it his mission to teach her how to play pool and she’s frustrated because he smells so good and he keeps whispering praises into her ear while he has her bent over the table LWIDJFNRNRMD and then they end up fucking back in her room hehe

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: a hot pool lesson with Pedro

Warnings: a bunch of shameless flirting, tension, dirty talk, and an obscene amount of pet-names, but no smut bc for some reason I've found I don't want to write smut for Pedro

a/n: girl...that's so fucking hot

"what!?" 

you laughed softly "I'm sorry alright, I've just never played!"

"not even once?"

"nope"

"what do you do when you go to a bar?"

"I drink?" 

He huffs a laugh "that's unbelievable"

"Maybe it's more a thing of your generation..." you teased, cocking a brow.

"oh yeah? You're saying I know how to play pool just 'cause I'm old, sweetheart?"

You bit down a grin "I didn't say anything, it was all you"

"mh-mh" he hummed amusedly, taking a step to get in front of you.

His broad figure towered over you completely.

"Well I won't have any of that, a pretty lady like you needs to know how to play"

"is that right?" you smiled

"Absolutely" he nodded, a smug smirk tugging at his lips "and you're in luck... I happen to be a very good teacher"

You laughed softy "I would have betted you were. You have a lot of expertise?" you said, fully aware of the suggestive undertone of your words. 

He bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours "I sure do, sugar" 

You had played with fire and now your cheeks regretted it, as a pink tint flowed to them.

"so what do you say we get a drink somewhere and I teach you a thing or two when we're done here?"

"I'd like that" you nodded a shy smile on your lips.

"It's decided then" he winked, as someone called for him " you better start getting your face game on sweetheart"

__ __ __

With a quick call, you found out the bar just in front of your hotel had a pool table, so as you had decided, once you had both finished for the day, at around six, you made your way there.

You felt a slight buzz of anxiety the whole day. This wasn't the first time you hung out alone, and it's not like you didn't like it, or him, hell, that was probably the problem, you liked this idea a bit too much, and were concerned with the possible consequences of what precisely that excitement could have brought.

But still, as you sipped on your wine, watching him set up all you needed to play, you had never felt so at ease.

He was always able to do that, just his presence soothed you.

"Alright," he said, standing up after having racked up the balls with a triangle thingy "We're set up," he said, handing you your stick.

"alright then professor, how does this work?" you asked playfully, causing him to grin.

"ok so first of all one of us has to break"

you frowned, confused "as in..."

"right" he smiled "The break it's the first shot, if you make a ball into a pocket, you claim that type for the rest of the game"

"ok" you nodded, feigning confidence. You already knew you were gonna be shit at this.

"You wanna try to break?" he asked, 

"Uhm, sure, but I think first you gotta tell me how to use this thing" you laughed softly, eyeing the wooden stick in your hand.

"Ok, first of all, that thing is called a cue," he said "and don't worry I'll guide you through it, sugar" he reassured you.

"Alright," you spoke softly "so what do I do?"

"ok, so first of all you bend over the table," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"you're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" you joked, doing what he had instructed.

You heard the warm sound of his deep chuckle behind you "You have a dirty mind sweetheart" he shook his head, coming to stand behind you as you bent over. 

"ok, now try to aim for the center of the triangle with your cue"

"you tried but you quickly came to a realization "Pedro I have no idea how to hold this" You smiled

"that's not so bad" he spoke, eyeing your grip, "but here," he said, one of his hands guiding your fingers around the stick "that's better, you have to hold on to it tightly ok?" he said, and you nodded "while for this hand..." he trailed off, taking your left hand in his and positioning it how you were supposed to on the table "you have to hold it like this so that you can aim " he murmured.

His whole body was pressed against yours, his scent was intoxicating if not poisoning, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it followed the shape of yours.

Your heart started beating faster, and you had to bite your lip

“Try making a shot” he murmured again

“O-ok” you stuttered, mainly focusing on not moving any part of your body because that would have meant doing so against his.

You tried taking a shot, and as you could have probably predicted, failed miserably.

The ball didn’t even graze the other ones.

You laughed softly “shit”

He chuckled, the soft vibrations of his voice traveling straight to your ear “Don’t beat yourself up, it's your first time after all” he spoke, retrieving the ball before getting back to his previous position, his body and arms stretched out to guide yours.

God, was he distracting.

"ok now try again" he whispered gently, his hands leaving yours temporarily to move some hair out of your face. You blushed as your breathing quickened "You can do it sugar, try taking a deep breath"

That's easier said than done.

You tried nonetheless, attempting to clear your mind and trying again.

"that's it," Pedro smiled "That's a good girl"

fuckshitfuck

As embarrassing as it sounds, you could feel your panties grow wetter.

But I mean, did he have to whisper that into your ear? Not that you were complaining it's just... you weren't much of a fan of having all the oxygen taken out of your body with just two words.

He must have noticed something was wrong because he asked "You ok, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah, sorry" you smiled your tension away "So what happens now?"

he leaned up and took a step away from you, retrieving his own cue.

"now since you claimed the stripes balls," he said, taking the one you had made into a pocket out "I'm gonna play to make the other ones"

"ok" You nodded, "show me how it's done then, professor"

He analyzed the table before positioning himself to make a shot.

He glanced at you as he was in position "Ready?" he asked

"oh I'm ready" you teased.

He made the shot and made two balls like it was nothing.

"show-off" you joked, your lips pulling into a smile "So what now? You go again?"

He raised himself, his eyes locked on yours "Usually yes, but I want to help you out here, so why don't you go again?"

"fine, but not because I need your help" you clarified, deciding on what ball to aim to and bending down in position.

"you're already better" he spoke, his voice suddenly deeper as he got behind you once again, this time his hands finding your waist.

You had to hold your breath.

"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what you've learned" 

"is my grip right?" you asked, half (actually fully) hoping he would get closer to you.

"let's see" he granted your wish, bending down to you "That's really good sugar, you're a natural"

"you're just saying that" you chuckled

"no, you're real good at this," he said "Now try again, c'mon"

You set your fingers how he'd taught you and were rewarded with a sultry "That's it, sweetheart, that's perfect"

His breath was fanning over your neck but you somehow managed to make the shot.

"atta girl, if you keep going like that you might just beat me" 

"might?" you forced yourself to act as if you weren't about to combust "I don't think there's any doubt I'm gonna do that"

He chuckled, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your sides "You keep dreaming" he mocked "Now let's see if you can do that again" he challenged.

You turned your head to the side, finding his just inches away.

Once again, your heart took a toll.

Whatever you wanted to say, had flown out of your head.

The only thought in your mind was: God how I want to kiss him.

You had never admitted it, but I guess this was as good a time as any.

"go on angel, show me" he nodded

You obliged, getting back to the game but having to bite your lip to prevent your heavy breathing.

You once again relished the feeling of him so very close to you, and just as you did... an idea came to mind.

So what if I...

As you aimed for a ball, you let your body move with you, more precisely, you let your ass stretch out a bit, casually finding Pedro's crotch.

He cleared his throat, and you bit down a whimper at the feeling.

"sorry" you murmured, pretending to be still focused on the game.

"it's nothing sweetheart" he reassured you, his hands still on you.

"is this good?" you asked innocently as you grinded on him again, nodding to the way you were placing your fingers.

"fuc- Yeah," he said, his voice more strained "Yeah that's perfect sugar, just like that, you're doing really good"

"really?" you asked, moving your ass against him again.

You were determined to break him. And you did.

You had to admit it had been easier than you'd expected.

His hold on your waist got tighter "you might want to stop doing that" he whispered to your ear, spreading goosebumps all over you

"do what?" you asked naively

He chuckled softly

"You're gonna get me in trouble sugar"

"Why is that?" you said, turning to him.

He paused a moment, as if he was pondering if he should have told the truth.

"I wouldn't want to have to fuck you right here on this table" he spoke calmly as if he hadn't just said what he said, "what would all these people think?"

you bit your lip, stifling a whimper "I didn't take you for one to care about that type of thing"

"I'm not, trust me there's nothing I'd like more than to slide your pretty panties to the side and thrust into you right now, but I'm sure a lady like you wouldn't like that"

you smiled "You know me well," you said, leaning closer to him "So what do you say we go back to my hotel room?"

An incredibly wide smile tugged at his lips "I was hoping you would say that"

[sinfulstarskitten]

BP House 2.1

Jennie bites her lip at that. "Good. Since your poor dick is aching for some attention right now, I'll allow you to relieve it. Which one of you want our Y/n's big juicy cock?"

Jennie unzips your jeans and pulls them down without warning, showcasing your huge dick forming a tent in your boxers. The tip is already wet with your precum and you turn red in embarrassment. Rose moans at the sight. "I want to feel his cock between my boobs Unnie! I want him to see them bounce and cum all over them so I could lick them up!"

Lisa shakes her head. "I'd take him in my mouth. I'm already so hot and bothered imagining his hot warm dick filling up my mouth. I'm good at sucking, I'd give him a great time. I'm sure I can take all of it in my mouth. I won't flinch when his hot ropes of cum fill my mouth, I'll swallow all of it."

You moan at her words, but Jisoo has something to say- no, show you.

Jennie turns in your lap to give you a good view of Jisoo as the girl slowly slips off her silk nightgown. Your eyes follow the fabric as it falls off her juicy round breasts, covered in hickeys, her lean flat stomach and finally down her bare pussy. You gasp as Jisoo giggles and falls back on the sofa.

"Lisa darling, would you show Y/n what he'd be missing out on if he refuses me?"

The younger girl licks her lips. "Gladly Unnie."

Lisa slowly pries Jisoo's legs open, revealing her pink juicy pussy, dripping wet with her juices. Jisoo is very flexible, as her legs completely split apart.

"See that, Y/n." The older woman purrs. "My pussy is clenching

around nothing right now. It's all tight and wet and ready for you-" Lisa couldn't help herself at Jisoo's words and bent down abruptly to catch her unnie's breast in her mouth. You watched in wonder as the younger girl climbed onto Jisoo's lap, sucking her nipple as Jisoo broke out into moans.

"Me…" Rose whined. "I want attention too-"

Jisoo grabbed Rose by the arm and pulled her down the couch. "Lick my pussy like the good little bitch you are."

Your mouth goes dry as Rose obeys, pink little tongue lapping up Jisoo's juices and swirling around her clit.

Jennie pouts at you, brushing long strands of your hair back. "My poor baby boy. My girls forgot about you and started playing with themselves. Guess Mommy has to take care of you today."

Jennie pulls down your boxers, allowing your big cock to spring up. Your tip was soaked in pre cum, begging for attention.

"Would you like Mommy to jerk you off while you watch my pretty little girls?"

You nod vigourously, desperate for Jennie's hands on you. You take in the lewd sights in front of you. Jisoo had her head thrown back on the couch, letting out the loudest moans as Lisa played with her breasts and Rose sucked her pussy. Jennie's thumb rubbed your tip and you forgot about the girls instantly.

Jennie grins at your reaction, her hands stroking you in languid strokes. You groan as she starts pumping you, faster and faster. you buck your hips into her hand but she pushes you down immediately.

"Sit still." She commands. "That's an order."

You're so fucking turned on that you could feel yourself getting closer to your high.

"I think- I think I'm close." You say breathlessly and Jennie giggles.

"With only my hand? Oh baby imagine how you'd take my pussy like this. Such a good boy." She bends down to kiss your lips. "Mommy likes you very much. I'll go easy on you this time, I'll let you come. Come in my hand like the manwhore you are. Our little fuck toy."

You go fucking mad at her words, and before you know it, you're shooting ropes of cum into Jennies eager hands. Suddenly you feel lips on your dick and your eyes fly wide open. Jennie is still looking down on you, so its not her. You look down at your dick to find Rose on her hands and knees, cheekily lapping up your cum.

"I've never tasted it." She smiles shyly, looking up at you with pretty brown eyes. "It's so thick and warm. Is it okay Unnie? Was I being a bad girl?"

Jennie licks her hands. "It's okay baby. Be sure to ask next time okay?" Jennie turns to you. "Look at my greedy little bitch, she just tasted Jisoo and she already wants a taste of you."

You felt your dick hardening at Rose's licks, and Jennie did too. Frowning, she stopped Rose by grabbing her hair.

"You can play with him tomorrow, we all can. Go to bed now."

Rosie whines. "But Unnie, I'm so horny."

Jennie smiles, leaning down to whisper something in Rose's ears. You watch as the blonde whimpers, clenching her thighs together. "Oh please do Unnie, I'll be waiting."

Jennie pulls back, grinning wickedly. "That's my baby. Now be a good girl, kiss Y/n goodbye and head up to your room."

Jennie kisses your lips, as if to show Rose what to do. But the mischievous girl leaves a sloppy kiss on the tip of your dick instead, causing it to twitch. She giggles and rushes up to her room.

"Cheeky little brat." Jennie chuckles. "She usually listens like a good little bitch but she's rebellious know that you're here. I'll have to teach her a lesson tonight." She licks her lips.

Jennie kisses you again and you melt back on the couch, enjoying the taste of her lips. She pulls your boxers back up.

"Get cleaned up baby, and go to your room. Rest up tonight and think about what you want to do tomorrow. The girls will be waiting."

You watch as Jennie gets off your lap and walks towards the room Rose disappeared into. You could swear she was shaking her ass a bit more just for you. You wished you could have gotten your hands on them while she violated you tonight.

You look a Jisoo and Lisa on the couch, and shudder at the obscene sight. Jisoo had her eyes closed, breasts glistening with saliva and painted with new fresh hickeys. Down between her legs, evidence of her orgasm dripped from her thighs. Lisa looking tired, was lapping it up to clean her.

"Your dick was huge oppa." Lisa murmured against Jisoo's thighs. "I want to try it next."

Jisoo whined in her sleep. Lisa chuckled.

"Maybe he can take more than one tomorrow Unnie, don't worry."

"Good night girls." You gulped. You stood up, pulled your pants back down and headed to the room that was supposed to be yours. You passed Rose's room, freezing for a moment as you heard loud slaps and screaming moans from the room. You were tempted to take a look, but you forced yourself to walk to your room.

Once you were in, you took the coldest shower you possibly could, but that didn't work. You had to jerk yourself off in the shower, thinking or Rose's soft small breasts, Lisa's plump lips, Jennie's ass and Jisoo's dripping cunt. You came quickly, hoping that would keep you sane for the night.

But as you climbed into bed naked and drifted off, you knew your dreams would have your cock hard in no time.