#legs tied apart so the other gets a good view of it all and can only watch this happen while he’s tied back away unable to touch

[beepbeepbithc]

putting our ocs through a Scene together,, and it is so much fun. i am thinking abt it so much and i love it. it’s so good, they deserve it

[nanaslutt]

Good boy

synopsis: Choso ditched you for his brother. His punishment? Getting tied up and watching you get off.

pairing: Choso x reader

cont: fem reader, established relationship, kinda sub!Choso, restraints, masturbation, cumming untouched, bed humping, oral(r!r), dirty talk, cum eating, praise

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Choso's strong arms pull against the rope that binds them, secured in a way that can even hold him down. He's sat on his knees with a pout on his face while a puddle of pre-cum grows on the floor underneath his twitching cock, a line of the slick connected to the tip of his dick. 

Choso has to remember to swallow every so often as he watches you piston your fingers in and out of your cunt, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His face is all screwed in lust and need, his eyes glossed over and lips swollen and wet from how frequently he licks his tongue over them. 

The squelches emanating from your pussy only makes his cock throb even harder. "F-fuuuuck Choso-" You whine, spreading your legs further apart for him, letting him get a better view of the mess you were making between your legs. Your fingers were coated with your wetness and were only getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.

Choso's cock bobbed at the sound of his name leaving your lips. "It hurts, I- I wanna fuck you now," Choso begged, stuttering out his words. He felt like crying, his poor balls felt so heavy and he needed to feel something wrapping around his cock before he lost his mind. 

You shook your head, adding your other hand between your legs to start rubbing at your clit. Choso whined, watching astutely as your cunt squeezed around your fingers at the added stimulation. "D-did that feel good?" Choso asked, his eyebrows furrowing together tighter. "You got tighter when you touched yourself there." He explained.

You gasped, rubbing your clit faster while looking up at him, your eyes darting between his cock and his eyes which were focused on your hole. "Yeah, Cho, f-feels so good." You replied, your pace faltering for a moment as you rubbed your clit perfectly, making your mind go blank. 

Choso's breath picked up, he was panting loudly now, squirming on the floor. "I wanna lick it. I- I wanna lick your pussy." Choso cried, licking his lips. "Please, please give me something It hurts, my cock hurts." You almost started to feel bad, but each time your eyes found his desperate face, it was hard to. 

He looked so vulnerable, so needy, it was a good look on him. "No Choso, t-this is your punishment for ditching me for your brother." You said, staying adamant in your stance on not letting him fuck you. "I- I know I know I'm sorry, I don't have to put it inside just- please, please give me something." Choso cried, his shoulders flexing as he tried to wiggle out of his restraints.

Looking at him for a few seconds, you decided a little something couldn't hurt. Pulling your fingers out of your cunt, you sat up and crawled toward Choso who sat by the wall. He watched with hungry eyes as you slowly made your way closer to him, leaving your previous spot against the back of the bed.

"You wanna taste me?" You asked, tilting your head at him. You braced yourself on your knees and leaned forward, placing one of your hands on his upper thigh to steady yourself, dangerously close to his cock. Choso nodded hastily before you even finished speaking. "I'm not going to touch you, this is all you get." You told him, making him look into your eyes so you know he understood.

"Okay, thank you, thank you," Choso asked, his eyes dropping to your hand that had just been inside of you. "Open." You instructed, watching him with bated breath as his jaw fell open and his tongue fell out, his eyebrows furrowing together in need. "Good boy." And with that, you pressed your fingers against his tongue, letting him wrap his lips around them as he sucked off your juices, his tongue swirling around them.

A smile graced your features when his eyes rolled back in his head and a loud muffled moan vibrated your fingers. Your mouth fell open in a small o, the feeling of his tongue licking your fingers making you feel a new sense of need between your thighs. 

Suddenly, Choso bit down on your fingers, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to catch you off guard, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. You watched Choso's body jerk repeatedly, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before you felt something warm and hot land on your thigh.

"Oh fuck..." You whispered to yourself as Choso whined around your fingers, his tongue still working adamantly around them, trying to prolong your taste as much as he could. Choso's cock bobbed heavily in the air, his balls throbbing as he released his seed all over you and the floor between you. 

Your fingers slipped out of his mouth when his chest fell forward, his head landing against your shoulder. "Oh my god Choso, fuck." You whined, your body feeling like it had been set on fire. Choso was cumming. Choso was cumming hands-free, just from tasting you.

You reached out to grab his hot cock at the end of his orgasm, slowly jerking him off, trying to milk every last drop out of him. "Oh- y-your hand-" Choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, wishing he could cling onto you with his arms right now. "F-feels good, feels so good keep touching me, please." He begged. 

You knew you weren't supposed to touch him, at least according to your own rules right now, but when he begged so sweetly it was hard to ignore him. Choso breathed heavily against the side of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "You like my taste that much, baby?" You asked, running your freehand through his hair, still every so slowly jerking him off. 

He nodded right away, a soft "uh-huh" leaving his lips. "You're so cute Choso, so cute." You praised, dropping your eyes to his cock, noticing how his abs still clenched and twitched every so often. He made such a mess, his cum had drenched your thighs and the floor under him.

"You made such a mess though, Cho." You said, gripping his hair tightly between your fingers, pulling him out of the crook of your neck softly. "Look at all this, it's everywhere." You said, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs at the sight as you pretended to act annoyed.

"I- I'll clean it." Choso immediately offered, looking up at you like a puppy as he nodded at his own words. You let go of his cock and wiped your hand clean on your thigh before grabbing his soft face in both of your hands, which he leaned into, his eyes closing as he nuzzled against your palms. 

"How are you gonna clean it with your hands tied behind your back?" You asked, waiting for him to suggest a certain idea before you did. Choso was one step ahead of you as he answered, "My mouth, I'll use my mouth." He said confidently, his face staying serious even when you smiled, your eyes raising in surprise. 

"Yeah? You gonna lick up your own cum off my thighs?" You asked, a hint of teasing in your tone. Choso nodded right away, already trying to lean down to start when you slid one of your hands behind his head and gripped his scalp, tugging his hair sharply, making him groan as he was stopped in his tracks.

"I'm not gonna make you do it on this hard floor, come lay on the bed with me." You said, your thumb rubbing against his cheek. Choso followed you like a duckling as you grabbed his forearm and pulled him backward with you towards the bed. You helped Choso situate himself between your thighs, his arms stim bound behind his back.

Choso sighed in relief, in this position his cock was pressed firmly against the sheets, making his still prominent arousal get a little relief. Choso nuzzled his head against your thigh as you placed your legs around his shoulders, your hands gathering the stray hairs around his face, making sure his hair didn't get any cum on it.

"Good boy Choso." You praised, looking at him fondly as he licked his first fat stripe against your thigh, taking his tongue back into his mouth and swallowing quickly before he scrunched his nose and opened his mouth for more. His reaction made you giggle. "You don't like the way you taste?" You asked, feeling yourself throb the closer and closer Choso got to licking up the cum that was right next to your throbbing pussy on your inner thigh.

Choso shook his head before swallowing, his hot tongue making your thighs clench as it caressed your skin repeatedly. "I was just thinking I feel bad for you." You laughed at how cute he was beginning before you shook your head and ran your fingers through his hair to recollect it before you held it back again, out of his face.

"I like the way you taste Choso." You said, making his eyes shoot up at you, locking onto yours as he leaned forward and licked another stripe against your leg, the eye contact making you swallow hard. Choso blushed at your shameless words before he shut his eyes and continued cleaning you off.

Your breathing started to pick up when his licks became kisses and bites, and he became less and less focused on cleaning off his cum, the trail of his mouth getting dangerously close to your cunt. You were throbbing at this point, you almost wanted to beg him to touch you. "Choso." You said softly, about to warn him not to touch you per his punishment, but you were unable to do so, instead tightening your hand on his hair, hoping that would get something across to him because there is no way you had the will to tell him not to touch you right now.

Choso looked up at you with lidded eyes, all glossed over and fucked out as he shimmied closer to your cunt, licking the skin just under your pussy lips. The look on your face now was pure lust and unbridled need as you swallowed hard, watching Choso try and be sneaky. Keeping his eyes on you, he stuck his tongue out before he leaned forward and opened his mouth, his tongue falling out, making your breath pause before he closed his eyes and made contact with your cunt.

"Oh fuck Choso-" You whined breathlessly, your head immediately falling back against the sheets at the contact, your grip in his hair loosening as you held him against you using the nape of his neck.

Choso moaned softly, shaking his head back and forth against your pussy as he lapped at your folds, his tongue breaching the entrance of your pussy as he swallowed up your wetness, replacing the bitter taste of his cum with the sweet taste of yours. Because Choso's arms were bound behind his back, the only thing holding him up was your legs that caged him in, so his face was getting buried in your pussy, bringing you the most delicious pressure.

"M-mmmm-" Choso moaned into your cunt, his fat tongue stretching open your walls. "B-bad boy Choso, you're such a bad boy." You scolded, with no real malice behind your words. You were too horny, and his tongue felt too good to care about him breaking your rules. Choso hummed in response before his plush lips found your clit, wrapping around them.

"Oh god- right there Choso- Fuckkkk right there-" You moaned, gripping his hair and the nape of his neck ruthlessly, trying to ground yourself. Choso moaned against your clit, the sound vibrating your pussy, making your body jolt and jerk with the stimulation. 

You suddenly noticed how much the bed was shaking, which snapped you out of your own head a bit as you thought you were the one causing the commotion unconsciously. Peeking your head back up, you saw Choso's hips rutting quickly against the sheets, his eyes firmly shut as he ate you out, his tongue batting against your clit expertly.

You watched the way his hands clenched and unclenched in the restraints, the muscles of his back flexing every so often as he tried to fight them to no avail. "Does your cock feel needy again?" you asked, looking down at how sloppily he was working his tongue and lips against you. He nodded, his glossy eyes peeling open to find yours, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you gonna cum like that?" You questioned again, noticing how harshly he was fucking the bed, the frame squeaking underneath him. You blushed hard, from an outsider's perspective it sounded exactly like he was fucking you.

The man between your legs moaned as he nodded, his eyes staying locked on yours save for the occasional fluttering as he ate you out. His answer made your pussy clench around nothing. Choso was so shameless and desperate, you felt like you were gonna cum just from watching him hump the bed like some dog in heat.

"M-make me cum with you." You begged, feeling yourself on the verge of your orgasm. "I'm about t-to cum." Choso felt his balls tighten at your confession. The taste of you flooded his tongue, your smell invading all his senses as he flicked his tongue against your clit with twice the intensity, trying to make you cum before he did.

Suctioning his lips around you harder, your back arched against his face, which Choso followed with his head, not wanting to give you a second without pleasure. "Right there, right there, d-don't stop Choso, don't f-fucking stop-" You whined, your hips now humping against his mouth on their own volition, forcing him to nod his head with you to keep up, increasing the stimulation.

Choso was getting restless, he needed to touch you, needed to feel your body against his hands. He hated these damn restraints. Just before you felt yourself reach the edge, you heard an unintelligible 'snap' before you felt Choso's hands on you. Which is weird because you could've sworn you tied him up- but you couldn't think much about it as his tongue rubbing against you pushed you over the edge.

Choso gripped the fat of your thighs, keeping you flush against him as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. Choso followed only moments after, his cock humping weakly against the sheets as he came for the second time, his cock rubbed raw from the comforter, but that didn't stop him from fucking it roughly, pretending he was releasing his seed inside of you as he came.

Moans of his name falling from between your lips as your thighs snapped around his head only made his orgasm feel that much more intense. You had to practically push him off of you when the shocks of your high died down, his tongue starting to push you into oversensitivity. Peeling your eyes open slowly, you looked down at Choso, who was gripping your thighs, then over to the very expensive red shibari rope, which had been snapped in two.

You opened your mouth to speak but the next thing you knew, Choso's lips were on yours, his softening cum covered cock pressing against your inner thigh as he crushed you with his body, his arms coming between your and the mattress to wrap around your body, keeping you flush against him. All you could do was moan in surprise and gasp into his mouth as he forced his tongue between your lips, your taste flooding your mouth.

After the rushed, needy kiss, Choso pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you by your lips. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he was panting heavily, almost louder than you were. "I don't like that rope." Were the first words out of his mouth, making you giggle. You grabbed his face and pulled it against you, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"That rope was really expensive." You said, looking at him with raised eyebrows. Choso stared at you blankly before he squeezed his arms around you again and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his sweaty body overwhelming yours with heat. "Good. Don't buy another one I don't like it." He said pouting, his body relaxing into yours. 

"I won't as long as you don't ditch me for Yuuji anymore." You said, poking the tip of his nose. Choso crinkled it before he nodded and buried his head deeper. "Okay. Sorry." He replied, his breath tickling your collarbones as his breathing returned to normal. "Good boy, Choso. You're a good boy.

[knightjpg]

Brick by Brick

And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too. Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench.

tags: construction worker simon/neighbour reader

part 1 | part 2

Summer is the worst time of year for construction work outside. Up early before the birds are awake to try and beat the heat, arriving on site at six or earlier with bleary eyes and creaky joints from the day before. It means coming home at four or five with lots of day left to get through yet without the will or energy to do anything beside shower, eat, watch some telly, and sleep. 

The pay is good and it beats sitting in a cramped office all day, but when Simon gets home with aching knees and the thrum of a headache at the back of his skull it's hard to remember why on Earth he chose the career he's in. He's drenched in sweat, large dark patches adorning his pits and back. 

It's one of those days where very little can make him stray from his commute straight to home to collapse into his big falling-apart chair, but today it's not really up to him. A large moving truck blocks his driveway. The faded company logo against dirty white overtakes the entire view of his windshield, though Simon can see the back doors are still swung open. No one to attend to it, though. 

Simon noticed the FOR SALE! sign had gone, of course. Remembers feeling vaguely pleased, even, that the home next to his wouldn't be empty anymore, because he of all people knows exactly how quickly places can fall apart without anyone tending to it. But right now all he feels is tired, and hot, and really fucking annoyed. Just when he's clicked his belt loose to get out of the car and see if the dolt belonging to the truck is anywhere to be found, voices carry from the open front door. 

“...last. I'm afraid it's a little heavy, though, so maybe we should get the boxes out first?” 

And out steps the sweetest little thing he's ever seen. Hair tied up, tight little top, and shorts that give him ample view of your legs.  

Maybe summer's not so bad after all. 

You're talking to a bloke wearing a uniform that matches the moving truck and who looks flushed in the face from exertion. As soon as you clock Simon's car, though, you stop mid-sentence in surprise, and then quickly walk to him, brows furrowed apologetically. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry—you're trying to get past us, aren't you?” Simon gives you a nod, and you turn back to the mover. “Would you mind moving the truck up a little? I don't want it to be in the way.” 

There's precious little parking space ahead, so Simon rolls down his window and calls out to you, “Jus’ backing up a few yards s’fine.” He gestures to his driveway so you know that's where he's headed, and you flash him a smile and a thumbs-up in understanding. 

The truck is moved, Simon parks his car, and you pull another heavy-looking box from the cube. You never reach your new doorstep with it; Simon steps in and lifts it from your hands. You blink up at him, lashes fluttering sweetly with surprise. “Oh—are you sure? It's heavy...!” 

One corner of Simon's mouth tugs up. Tired as he is it weighs next to nothing, and he can't resist holding it with one arm, holding out the other. 

“Can take ‘nother if you need.” 

You laugh and assure him this is quite enough, then jog back to the truck while Simon pushes past the half-open door to his new neighbour's home. 

It's a mess, of course. Piles of boxes, scattered furniture, rolled-up carpets. Simon puts the box down in the living room, then saunters back outside to lift another from your hands. He does the same with the couch; the mover is struggling and Simon doesn't trust him not to let it fall and crash. And you're such a little thing. Just doesn't feel right, watching you rush around and struggle without stepping in. 

With Simon's help it's quick work. The mover thanks Simon before driving off, but he's not really listening. There's much more important things to pay attention to. 

You're pretty. Cheeks flushed from exertion, breathing hard, flyaway hairs from your ponytail sticking up in odd directions. Simon has to suppress the urge to smooth them away. 

"Thanks so much for the help,” you tell him earnestly. “I'm sorry we were in the way—we thought we'd have a little more time before people started coming home from work.” 

“S’alright,” Simon says. It's nearing evening, now, the sky above you glowing in pale pink and oranges hues. The little smatter of trees across from you rustles with a gust of summer wind.  

You introduce yourself and insist on giving Simon your number “in case there's ever anything you need.” Simon's more concerned about a young woman living all on her own but takes your number all the same, watching your pretty little fingers tap it in on his phone. 

“I mostly work from home, but I'm very quiet and boring,” you tell him with a smile. “You don't have to worry about noise.” 

For some reason that isn't the selling point it should be. When Simon stands inside his hallway, house empty and dark and quiet, he wishes he still lived in a shitty apartment with thin walls on the bad side of Manchester. Maybe then he'd hear your footsteps, or better yet, your voice. Instead the only thing waiting for him at home is silence. Heavy and thick, where he's ripped away from sweet sunshine and plunged underwater. 

-

Simon is halfway to falling asleep on the couch when the bell rings. He groans, drags a hand over his face, and glances up at the TV. The football match is still going. The camera pans over a cheering crowd, their cries distant and quiet. 

He mutes the thing entirely and heaves himself up to open the door. Swear to God, if this is the fucking salesman again... 

“Hi there.” 

You give Simon a little finger wave, your other hand cradling a round oven dish. When you shift on your feet the protective foil on top rustles noisily. 

You look a little more put together than you did yesterday—rested, showered, fed. Just as pretty. 

Although, speaking of fed... 

“Alright?” Simon asks, eyes on the oven pan. He's only catching a faint whiff of something, but whatever it is smells really fucking good. His stomach reminds him that the only thing in his fridge are a couple cans of beer.  

You nod and lift the dish with a shy little grin. “Yeah. Um. I wanted to say thanks again, for yesterday. And I wanted to test out my oven, so...” 

You hold the dish out for him to take. Simon's fingers brush yours, large meaty paws easily twice the size of your own. When he peels back the foil you add, “Shepherd's pie. I thought about cookies, but I wasn't sure if you'd like those.” 

The scent hits him, then, rich and hearty and buttery smooth. The dish is still a little warm. 

Fuck. When was the last time he ate something homemade? 

“No, I'll eat anything,” he says, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. He hasn't showered yet. Must look a nightmare. Does he stink? “Thanks.” 

Your whole face lights up, and Simon's neck feels hot. He averts his eyes to avoid your gaze and pretends to inspect the pie instead. Jesus, what is he, twelve? “I'm glad. I'll leave you to it, then.” 

D’you want to come in for a drink?  

It's on the tip of his tongue, but he can't get the words out quite right and gives you a brusque nod, watching you walk back to your own home before closing his door all the way. 

He eats at his kitchen table and finishes the whole thing in one go. Chases bits of flakey crust with his finger, licks up every leftover crumb. The meat is tender and juicy and for a while after the only things he smells is golden-brown potatoes seasoned with rosemary. 

He mourns it when it's gone, of course. Has half a mind to go over right now and ask if your cooking is for hire—Simon can't remember the last time he felt satisfied. When he ate not just for the sake of fuel or convenience but because someone wanted him to have something nice, something special. Is it special? Is he special? Are you going around the neighbourhood handing out cookies and pies to just anyone? 

Simon's sigh is loud in the silence and sticks to the kitchen walls. 

The pre-made frozen meals are fine, of course. Empty plastic containers fill up the rubbish bin. They're easy and cheap and most days Simon's glad just to have something warm in his stomach.  

And yet. 

The next day Simon stands at your door at six in the evening sharp, holding the clean dish in his hands. You invite him in for a cup of tea, because unlike him you have good manners, and you sheepishly apologise for the stacks of boxes everywhere. 

“S’alright,” Simon says, carefully manoeuvring around a large pile of books. “I don't mind.” 

And he doesn't, though he does feel like a bull in a china shop. Large and much too coarse for the little tea cup you hand him while the kettle whistles on the stove. 

“I'm afraid I don't have much to go with it,” you say with a flutter of your hands. “Do you like ginger snaps? I think I've got a pack somewhere.” 

You don't wait for his answer and pry open one of the cupboards. First come the ginger snaps, then the box of Earl Grey, which you hold up to him with a triumphant smile. “Unpacked the important stuff first.” 

Simon frowns and jerks his chin to the cupboard. “S’it stuck?” 

“Oh—yeah. They all are.” You give the wood a little knock. “It'll take me some time to get to fixing everything. The house went for a good price, but only ‘cause it needs some love.” You give him a rueful smile and get up, wiping your hands on your thighs. “I'm not all that handy, so I'll have to take it bit by bit.” 

Simon rises before you finish your sentence. "Let me see.” 

“Oh, no, it's okay. It's not a big deal, really—” 

Simon crouches down, slowly, to spare his knees, and tests the hinges. The wood is rotten in certain places, the hinges old and rusted. Rather than fixing it up it should be replaced entirely. You really better had gotten this place for good money, because this will take more than a bit of elbow grease to repair. He prods at the hinges, tuts, and looks up at you. 

“Ready to fall apart, this one. You said they're all like this?” 

You nod, worry creasing your brow. “I—yes. Well, the kitchen is. The bathroom seems alright. Is it worse than I thought?” 

“Might be. You have anyone look at this?” 

You shake your head. “I'm starting to feel silly about it now, but I was going to look up how to do it myself.” 

Simon straightens. “I'll go get my kit.” 

-

It's not as bad as he feared. Two cabinets need tearing down completely, but the others are worth saving. Simon warns you the repair job will fuck the wood, but you tell him it's no problem; you'll paint over it anyway. 

You feed him tea and ginger snaps while he works, asking him several times if he wouldn't like a break, hasn't he done a lot already? You feel terrible about having him work on his day off. Didn't he say he worked construction? He must be so tired, poor man. You insist he stay for dinner. “You've been so helpful—it's the least I could do.” 

Simon takes a breather to watch you cook. Chicken, pasta, summer salad. The sun sinks lower and hits you straight on from the kitchen window, painting the edges of you a dazed red-gold. An angel's halo. 

“You big on reading, then?” 

You turn down the heat and put a lid over the pan to join him at the table. Simon's eyeing the many books strewn about on top of boxes that say “pans” and “kitchen supplies”. Le Morte D’Arthur. Histories of the Kings of Britain. Beowulf. There's even one that prompts a vague, long-forgotten memory from his school days— The Canterbury Tales.  

“I am. Always have been.” You nod to the books. “I teach at university—medieval literature. But I'm working on my own research on the side.” 

Simon lets out a low whistle. His pretty bird is a clever one. Smarter than him, that's for sure. He might be big and strong but he's got bricks for brains. 

That's what his dad always used to say, anyway—that he's stupid. Those always were his kinder moments. 

“That explains all the books y’got.” 

“There sure are a lot of them, aren't there? I swear moving really makes you realise just how much stuff you own...” You shake your head. “I'll have to get a bigger bookcase.” 

“Think it's impressive.” 

Your eyes crinkle with a smile. “Not as impressive as knowing how to fix my cabinets! I don't know how I would've managed by myself.” You hop up from your seat to check the food, then ask over your shoulder, “Is that something you do a lot for work, too? Carpentry and the like?” 

Simon shakes his head. “We do the heavy lifting. Clearing a place out, laying the foundation. Johnny—my coworker, he's mostly on machinery. Kyle does transport and plumbing. I do the heavier handiwork.” 

You hum and start plating the food while asking him more questions. Is the pay good? Is his boss fair? Are his coworkers nice? 

Price's fairly strict is what he is, Simon answers, and you laugh again. He likes that. Likes that he gets you to do that. 

He wolfs down a plate of his pasta and devours the chicken. It's fragrant, roasted with lemon and thyme, bursts between his teeth. He tells you more about Johnny, that he's a cocky bastard who likes playing with electricity way too much, but that he's also a loyal friend. That he's a hard worker—that all of them are. 

When his plate is empty and he's eyeing what's left in the pans you push them closer without saying anything, and prompt him to tell you about that time a plumbing line exploded and Kyle got soaked from tip to toe in disgusting gunk. He smelt like sewage water for weeks. 

Simon doesn't even realise how much he's talked until his throat starts feeling rougher than usual. You make it easy somehow. If he'd thought you would look down on him because of your own job he needn't have worried. You're not at all like what he imagines when he thinks of professors, none of the stuffy superiority complex he's used to weathering when people find out all he does all day is chafe his fingers on hard cement.  

Maybe you're just good at faking it, but he doubts it. The sparkle in your eyes when you listen to him so intently has to be real. 

You send him home with a warm thanks and dessert, and Simon feels something in his chest lurch when you peer up at him through your lashes in the doorway, smiling and sweet. Can't remember the last time he went out for dates. Can't remember having the time or energy for it. 

And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too. 

Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench. 

There are days when it's hard, of course. Simon is only human, and spending days and days on sizzling hard concrete would wring anyone dry. The project is coming along nicely, but at the height of summer there's plenty of times when even the promise of your smile isn't enough to keep him from falling asleep on his couch—often on an empty stomach. 

But during the weekends he rings your bell dutifully. Six o’clock becomes something sacred in his mind, sweet relief after praying on his knees for hours smoothing out cement. It gets to the point where he turns down Friday drinks with the guys more than once because he's got something to go home for now, his pretty little bird that's never once mentioned a boyfriend of any kind. 

“You really should let me pay you.” 

Simon gives you a look before pushing his large shoulders further into the cabinet under the bathroom sink. “Should be the one payin’ you. I know I'm doubling your grocery bill.” 

He eats more at your place than his own these days. It gives him incentive to rush through a shower, dress like something resembling a human, then wait at your doorstep to be let in. Wagging tail and everything. 

Your cheeks darken and you duck your head. “No, um... It makes me happy. To see you eat my cooking, I mean,” you confess a little shyly. “I feel like I'm the one getting everything out of this. I hope I'm not keeping you from—from spending time at home, or with your family.” 

“S’just me, love.” Simon pauses, pretends to inspect the pipes. “Less you don't want me coming ‘round anymore.” 

“No, no,” you say hastily. “No, I like—I like the company. Really.” Your voice softens. “And I'm not just saying that because I appreciate the help.” 

Simon exhales, shifts a little to accommodate the strain in his boxers, and holds his hand out for the screwdriver. 

[allurilove]

Yandere Stalker x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Stalking, blood, non con—he goes down on you without you knowing, fem reader, perverted and lewd behavior, again he’s weird and so delusional, mentions of violence against women.

*Happy Pride month!!! 🫶🏻This fic is influenced by You—specifically season one. I’m trying to give him a joe goldberg vibe. This is also part two, and check out part one and part three! Your stalker doesn't have a name, and this fic is in his point of view. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your stalker decides to celebrate one year of staking you by giving you a little visit.

What’s more dangerous than a lustful and starved man?

You wanna know what’s great about New York? That every apartment seemed to have a fire escape. Yours is tastefully decorated with a rug, and a small chair that has a plaid blanket draped over it. What's also so great about it is that it gives me access to you. You live on the fifth floor of this red-bricked building. It’s somewhat old but has a nice rustic charm. You seem to have an eye for knackered and worn-down things, as I’ve seen you pick up a used vanity and refurbished it. Inside, there’s a lobby with a doorman that is barely awake half of the time, he picks up a huge breakfast and clocks out after having a food coma. He's old, flabby, and not nearly ready to protect you like I am.

I seriously doubt he could jump over his desk and grab the throat of any danger coming your way. It's quite concerning, you know? You often sleep with your window open, and with the current rise in crime...you could get stabbed, kidnapped, bound and tied, and thrown into the back of a truck in a matter of seconds. Trust me, I have seen it happen before.

Don't get me wrong, it's understandable. It’s a hot spring day, and even if the moon gave the city a bit of a break from the sweltering heat, the lingering humidity continued to have a tight grip on everyone. Every crow resides in the trees for shade, every stray cat hiding in the alleyways, and even the rats seem content with steaming away in the sewers. The pavements are hot, the wind is hot, and you can see and smell the stench of people's BO in the air. I mean, c'mon... have they heard of deodorant?

June is just a month that comes before my favorite season.

Summer, and in other words: “An excuse to wear more revealing clothing.” There’s something amazing and titillating seeing you in tiny, tight tank tops, walking around in flip flops with freshly painted nails, and your hair up so I can see a bit of your neck.

And today marks one year since I first saw you. I know how you drink tea since coffee makes your head hurt, how you dance around your apartment after having a good day, and how you always leave your apartment at 12 p.m. for lunch.

I memorized the exact time you close your curtains for bed, just before I catch that perfect glimpse of you in your robe after a hot and steamy shower. I want to be your bath mat so badly. Step on my ribcage for all I care, and let droplets of water from your body fall onto my face. Let me see up your towel and gaze into what I consider to be the gates of heaven itself. Let me lift my head up so I can suck the remaining bathwater on you. Let me get all of my questions and prayers answered, and let me see all of you.

I have reached the top of the steps, my hand gripping onto the window to push it up higher, and I duck down to crawl into your bedroom. The floors seem to creak with every step I take, yet you haven't woken up. A heavy sleeper, are we?

My eyes adjust to the lack of lights. My pupils expand as I drink in your nude form. You look so serene with your soft snoring, your arms splattered, and my gaze traveled over the peaks of your tits rising and falling with your breathing. Your blanket was just thrown to the side, clearly disregarded with a bit of anger, and I could see the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

Your legs were already sprawled wide open-- a reward for my tremendous bravery. I lick my lips. I notice a white string sticking out from your underwear, and I reach out to gently tug on it. It looks stuck, and I wrap the string around my finger and give it an extra hard pull.

What could that be? I know you’re on your period, and I still have your pad that I grabbed from the trashcan earlier. I sort of understand what a period is, and all I really know is that the sight of your blood causes my head to spin. I pushed your panties to the side, and my curiosity piqued as I slowly removed the feminine product out of you.

I inspect the hygiene product I haven't really seen before. It looks different from a pad, and in my opinion it looks like a sperm— well the shape anyways. I put the tampon in my mouth, gently suckling it as if I were an infant. You taste salty, copper-like, and your plasma is warm. It's almost soothing. I then let the tampon fall out of my mouth. I tug on your underwear, pull it down from your legs, and stuff it into my pocket.

I rub my hands on your thighs, and I can feel the slight stubble on your legs. My fingers graze over your sex, and it follows the outline of your pussy. I put your legs on my shoulders, my head then leaning down so my tongue can lick stripes on your slit. The tip of my tongue touches the wet curls of your hair, and a frisson of pleasure runs down my spine. Your cunt is an eesome sight, the hair dampened by my saliva, and it covered your core like it was protecting the most precious jewel. And in a sense it was. I become more brazen, a single finger pushing inside you, and my jaw dropped at the sight of you sucking my finger in. You welcomed it so nicely, and there was a nice pressure of tightness.

I curl the single digit, intently staring at your face for any reactions towards my fingering. I use my thumb to circle your clit. I have read that some women can't come based on penetration alone. Hopefully, my tongue and fingers can help bring you to the brink of an orgasm.

I also hope that you never wake up. How else am I supposed to memorize your body? Would you even think that I am worthy of you? Or would you run away just by seeing my face alone? Would you think I'm crazy, or would you be flattered by the way I devour your cunt like it's my last meal? I hold your hips down firmly onto the bed, you're slowly squirming around and starting to gain consciousness.

It's like I'm drowning in a never-ending pool of crimson, and no matter how many times I swipe my tongue, it just oozes out of you so effortlessly. Your aroma is intoxicating, and it's like your body lured me--the prey-- into your little trap of ...

"Where are you going...?" I instinctively mutter as I miss the presence of your warmth against my mouth. You seem to crawl away, your limbs trying to save you from the repeated administrations of teasing.

My eyes shoot open as I realize that you're screaming. I immediately reel back, my ass landing onto the hard floor and I wince. "Shit-- I'm sorry!"

I scramble onto my feet and I try to duck every pillow you throw at me. I trip on my way out, and the wind gets knocked the fuck out of me as my bottom half got stuck in your window.

"This is literally my worst nightmare...!" I grunt as I try to wiggle my hips. I feel pain coming from my crotch, it's compressed against the window sill, and of course my dick had to be as hard as a rock.

You continue to hit whatever you see-- which means my ass. I yelp as you put your hands on my bottom, and you muster as much strength as you can to get me out of your house.

Why is this oddly arousing?

With one final shove I landed onto my face.

There's nothing dignifying about walking down the street with a clear boner and a bloody nose. I just look like a pervert that got punched after leering at someone. Wait.

No, that's not what I was doing. I'm not a pervert. I just have wandering eyes that are glued to whatever you're doing. I just happened to notice how your chest bounced around when you were running late and had to run out of the house. I happened to carry a tiny vial to collect any fluid and essences that dripped out of you after our encounter. My hand reached into my pocket, and I sighed in relief as I am comforted by the soft material of your panties and of the long plastic tube. I feel a sense of relief knowing that they didn't fall out as you kicked me out.

Am I crazy? No. Am I the only man you'll ever meet that has done this to you? Probably. I am one of a kind, after all.

Allure: Someone slap some sense into him.

[daydreams-after-dark]

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader

Scientist Chan Masterlist

Part 1 of ∞

Scientist Christopher is doing experiments on making pussies come. He has a range of devices (vibrating devices) that he uses on his subject each night, and you’re his favourite subject.

Approx 5 minute read

Unhinged level 🤡🤡🤡

CW: master/sub type role, sex experiments, sex toys, praise, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cream pie.

Every night he sets you up on the bed that’s situated in his office and gets you to spread really wide, sometimes putting your legs in stirrups. It always starts with a “hole inspection” before moving onto the “stimulation phase”.

Sometimes he uses a small and intense vibrating device on your clitoris, with no other stimulation, and he doesn’t take it away after you come.

Sometimes his goal is to make you come as fast as possible.

Other times he sees how long he can edge you, using a variety of devices. He watches intensely, taking notes on how the stimulation affects you. It usually reduces you to a whimpering, begging, mess.

And sometimes he wants to see how many orgasms he can get out of you. The record is eleven.

But tonight when you arrive he wants to try something completely different. Instead of having you lay on the bed, he gets you to sit on his desk, legs spread wide for him.

You notice he looks unusually disheveled and flustered tonight, as he lowers his chair so his face is at a better level to view your pussy.

“As usual let’s start by seeing how wet you are. Prop your feet up on the desk.” He taps the top of the desk. You comply. You’re so exposed, as usual. And you’re wet, as usual.

“Fuck!” Chris whispers as he spreads your pussy lips apart and runs the pad of his thumb against your opening and dragging it up to your clit.

You moan and lean back on your elbows. “Fuck, Sir… feels good.” You whimper.

Chris looks up and meets your gaze and you can’t help but beg with your eyes for him to make you come.

“You know,” he says quietly and licks his lips as his eyes go back to your dripping pussy. “There’s still something we need to check that we haven’t checked before. Do you know what that could be?”

“N-no… I don’t, Sir.” You stammer.

Chris slides two fingers inside your cunt and starts to dig against your gspot. You cry out at the sensation. It immediately brings you so close to climaxing.

“We need to see if this pussy can take cock.” He said matter of factly, removing his fingers and leaving you feeling empty. Empty and fucking desperate.

“I need to see if it can be done? Can we try?” He asks. He always asks when introducing a new stimulus.

You nod profusely. “Yes sir… please… see if it can take cock.”

Chris stands up in front of you and unbuckles his belt. You have never seen his dick, but you’ve seen the bulge in his trousers countless times before when he’s worked his experiments on you.

Your eyes widen when you see it. Thick. Long. Full. Veiny. How the fuck was it ever going to fit?

“We need to go slowly to ensure you stretch properly. Just relax for me. Can you do that for me?” He says gently stroking your inner thigh with one hand and the other pumping his cock.

“Mmm-hmm. I’ll try..” You say.

“Good girl.” He replies lining the head of his cock up to your cunt. He doesn’t penetrate you. He knows how your body responds to sexual touch. He knows it won’t take long to prep you enough for penetration. The question is, can you take all of him?

Chris reaches into the top drawer of his desk and brings out his strongest bullet vibrating device and places it over your clit. It only takes a moment for your body to respond. You are already starting your tremble. Your arousal is leaking onto the desk.

Chan hums in approval as your pussy clenches and releases as though it’s trying to suck him inside.

“I-I’m going to push inside… ready?” The usually composed Chris was showing signs of desperation. He’s imagined what it would feel like to have you wrapped around his cock for a long time now. How would feel? Warm? Wet? How tight would you squeeze him? What would your pretty little hole look like with his cum oozing out of it.

“Please…” you squeak, bringing Chris out of his thoughts. He won’t have to wonder any longer.

He squeezes the head of his cock into you. Just the tip, and pauses. The stretch is intense already.

“More… please… need more.” You cry. Chris raises an eyebrow “So this is what babygirl needs, hmmm. To be filled with cock.” He puts the vibrator on the desk, then pushes the underside of your thighs wide with his hands to give him as much access as possible. “I need to see if you can take the rest in one go. I’m going to push in the whole way.” His eyes flick up to meet yours for consent.

“Yes. Fill me up, Sir.” You have no hesitation. You need him.

“Okay. Relax for me.” And he pushes his entire length into your cunt. “There you go. There you go…big stretch…that’s it…good girl.”

It’s the best pleasure-pain you’ve ever felt. Chris’s cock stretching your walls and kissing your cervix is nothing like you’d imagined. He is so deep inside you. His hips pressing against your body. Connected so intimately.

For a moment Chris remains still. “Very good… Your pussy can accommodate cock rather well.” He states looking down to where your bodies are connected. “Now we need to check how hard your pussy can take it.”

Fuck! Just that sentence alone makes your insides burn and you involuntarily clench around Chris’s cock. He smirks, taking a mental note of your reaction. He knows you like dirty talk from previous experiments, but he wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it with him buried inside of you.

“Ready for me to move?” He inquires. He’s using all his self control to wait until you’re ready. You sit up, taking Chris by surprise, and reach up to the buttons on his shirt. Your faces are so close that you can feel his breath on your cheek. He looks down to watch your hands unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor. You gasp at the sight of his body and explore his toned muscles with your fingertips. Chris is as still as a statue and hard as stone inside you.

You slowly lift your gaze to find he is staring at your lips. Your hands find the back of his neck and you bravely bring your mouth to his. Chris moans at the softness of your lips. You slowly push your tongue into his mouth. It’s your turn to explore him. He knows your body so well, but this - kissing, fucking - it’s new to you both.

Chris kisses you back fervently and pushes you to lay down on the desk, him still attached to your mouth and your cunt. He starts to move inside of you. Slowly withdrawing and sinking back in. Slow and deep. His hands slide underneath your t-shirt finding your bare beast and he groans as he squeezes it. His mouth kisses every inch of skin on your neck. It’s like the floodgates have opened and he can finally show you how he feels. That you’re his favourite test subject.

Your moans and whimpers echo around the room. You’re desperate for Chris to ruin you.

“Y-you need to f-find out how h-hard I can t-take it.” You manage between heavy breaths.

Chris stops kissing you and leans up to take a good look at you. “You’re right.” He stands up and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. “Let’s see how hard you can take it.”

You aren’t prepared for the intensity - the brutality - of his thrusts. Each one knocking the breath out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, babydoll. So wet too. You should see the cream on my cock.” He grunts.

All you can do is cry, pant and moan as you have your brains fucked out. His thrusts push you across the desk.

“No baby, you’re not going anywhere.” He growls grabbing your legs and pulling you back towards him. Bending your legs to fold you practically in half, Chris continues to pound against your cervix. He brings a hand to your stomach and presses down to apply more pressure around his cock. This in turn allows his cock to press against your gspot.

“F-fuck!” You arch your back off the desk. “I’m so s-so close.”

“Hold your legs up for me pretty girl.” Chris instructs. Then you feel vibrations on your clit. The vibrator. Your eyes roll onto the back of your head as your legs shake and your cunt pulsates. “I’m fucking coming!” You scream, and as your orgasm hits you squirt all over the vibrator, Chris’s hand and his cock.

Chris doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. He doesn’t remove the vibrator. He just fucks you even harder. The overstimulation brings tears to your eyes, but the impact of Chris’s thrusts dull the discomfort, and after another moment you find yourself coming again, making you cry out even louder than before.

Chris grunts and growls and then finally stills. Then you feel it, his cock pulsating inside of you as he paints your insides with his hot cum.

He pulls out while you’re still catching your breath, and crouches down so he can watch his cum seep out of your swollen pussy. He hisses through his teeth. “So fucking hot.” Then with two fingers, he pushes his cum back inside your cunt.

“You need to keep this inside of you okay. Let’s not let it leak out too much or I’ll have you keep filling you up.”

You sit up, making the cum ooze out again.

“You did that on purpose.” Chris’s tone is unamused, but there is a smirk on his face.

“Whoops. You’re going to have to repeat the experiment, fill me up again.” You taunt playfully.

“Hmm. I think you’re ready for us to move on to the next phase of the experiment.” He said, ignoring your brattiness. “Next time we will see how your pussy takes it in various positions. Then after that perhaps seeing if it can take two cocks at once. I have a fellow scientist who I think will be perfect for the job.”

…

Part 2 In this installment, he explores your reaction to various sexual positions, and introduces anal penetration while on a video call with Professor Lee Minho

This is a slight rework of an older story I wrote. It may be familiar to some.

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pairing: charles leclerc x sm admin!reader

summary: an unofficial fan account gets a little unhinged until it doesn’t…

a/n: well I was planning out a different piece and this one formed like completely done in my head so…

a/n2: also this picture of charles is just fucking godlike 👌🏻👌🏻

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scuderiaferrari: and so the season starts!!

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user1: this is gonna be our year! I can feel it

↳user2: Forza Ferrari Sempre!🏎️🏎️

↳user1: Forza Ferrari Sempre! ❤️

charles_leclerc: 😁 it’s good to be back!

↳user3: WDC incoming! All the signs point to it! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳user3: omg I’m gonna faint! 🥳🥰😊

user4: god could they look any hotter???

↳user5: I know right??? Like leave a little for the rest of us!

↳user6: 🕰️ timing it till cl16wife gets here…

↳user7: I was just about to say the same thing 😆

↳cl16wife: I felt a disturbance in the force and I came running

↳cl16wife: holy shit I’m wet

↳cl16wife: just give me one chance I’ll give you head so good it’ll change your life 🥵🥵

↳user6: 🤣 you need to keep it pg

↳user8: girlie you need to get a life

↳cl16wife: I have one and I’ve decided to devote it to being on my knees for the hottest man ever

carlossainz55: it’s great to be back!

↳landonorris: don’t sound so happy you muppet! We were supposed to go golfing this weekend!

↳carlossainz55: Ferrari first!

↳landonorris: then me right?

↳carlossainz55: no

↳landonorris: what!!

↳carlossainz55: you rank about 10th

↳landonorris: WHAT!!

↳user9: I’ll put you first!

↳landonorris: I’m good with 10th

cl16wife: god please just give me one chance 🙏🙏

↳user10: girl I think he might give you a restraining order

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cl16wife: my man being a whore on main…🤤🥵

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user11: girl… I see the vision

user12: this is disgusting behavior. Just because he’s an athlete doesn’t mean you have the right to objectify him

↳cl16wife: you’re the one who followed me and this has been the type of content on my page for years. Leave or shut up

user13: I knew as soon as I saw his photo dump cl16wife would be there

↳cl16wife: my man be looking fine as fuck lately. Of course I’m gonna be there

cl16wife: doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, cuddlefuck, side fuck, mating press, 69, upside down, full nelson, pile driver, one leg up, tied up, in the shower, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the wall, on the couch, in the garden, on the grass, in a car, till the mattress is wrung out and soggy, till he molds it to the shape of his dick, till my throat needs stitches, till my hips are dislocated, till my pelvis snaps, till my jaw is locked, till my body is numb, till the wall paint is peeling off, till he’s shooting blanks, till the house falls apart

↳user14: I’ve got something for you!

↳cl16wife: yeah?

↳user14: it’s a bible and a restraining order Jesus Christ

↳cl16wife: sorry only accepting Charles Leclerc as a gift!

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scuderiaferrari: and that’s how you do it! March and April were made to be Ferrari red! 5 Ferrari 1-2 wins and our Charles Leclerc is leading the championship battle with Carlos Sainz in a close second! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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user15: I TOLD YOU! ITS OUR YEAR

↳user16: god I don’t want to get my hopes up yet but please please please 🙏🙏🙏

↳user17: I know we as Tifosi are delulu to the extreme but I think it’s finally gonna go our way! 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

charles_leclerc: ☺️ the world looks good from the top step

↳cl16wife: you look good on top 🥵🥵

↳user20: not on his thread girl

↳user21: boundaries! Are! Important!

↳scuderiaferrari:…👀👀👀

↳scuderiaferrari: anyway! Congratulations Charles! Our il predestinato! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

user18: is this what Red Bull fans felt like last year?

↳user19: yes. Yes it is — I don’t really like for the fact we aren’t winning this year but I guess if it hadn’t be someone leclerc is an alright option

↳user18: you can show some more enthusiasm you know — even max is proud of Charles! You should see his face when he goes to congratulate Charles

↳user19:… I guess

carlossainz55: great start!! Let’s keep the momentum up

↳scuderiaferrari: couldn’t have put it better myself chili 🌶️!!

↳scuderiaferrari: proud of both our boys up there on those podiums! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳carlossainz55: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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scuderiaferrari: heading into summer break with a commanding lead! Our il predestinato has a commanding lead with Carlos coming in strong at 2nd! We’ll be back in August just as strong!

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user22: I’m literally on my knees asking for a boring second half of the season

↳user23: no but for real. Let’s do a couple dozen laps of no crashes and no over takes

↳user22: 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

cl16wife: I am literally on my hands and knees for this man holy god

↳user24: I am literally spraying you with a water bottle

↳cl16wife: leave me alone! I’m just a girl

↳user24: you’re totally not

↳cl16wife: 🥲😭😢

charles_leclerc: you flatter me 🥰

↳user25: you’ve got this Charles!! WDC incoming!!

↳user26: our il predestinato!!

↳user27: woohoo!! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳maxverstappen1: congrats Charles

↳charles_leclerc: merci!

↳maxverstappen1: don’t get used to it however. I’m gonna make you work for it in August

↳charles_leclerc: like you did in the first half?

↳maxverstappen1: 😑

carlossainz55: we look good in 1-2!

↳charles_leclerc: we do! We’ll just have to keep doing it!

↳carlossainz55: ¡Absolutamente!

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user28: and when I say something controversial?

↳user29: I’m sat. I’m listening.

↳user28: I think it’s Charles Leclerc and cl16wife

↳user29: what???

↳user28: ok no but listen

↳user28: whoever is that fan account has been relentlessly flirting and thirsting over Charles on his own page AND ON the official Ferrari page

↳user28: they are legitimately the first or second to like the new posts and comment on them

↳user28: and they haven’t been reported yet! Ferrari reports people fast for that kind of behavior on the official account

↳user28: but cl16wife? They back off at like the exact right time so that they don’t get caught

↳user28: so not only do I think it’s Charles and the fan account — I think the fan account and the official account are run by the same person

↳user29:…

↳user29: ok let’s get you back to bed now

↳user29: NURSE! She’s out again!

↳user28: just wait and see. I know I’m right

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charles_leclerc: break time means boat time ☺️

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user30: hot hot hot 🥵

↳user31: yes yes he’s hot BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE 3RD AND 4TH PHOTOS?!????

↳user31: THAT IS A WOMENS HAND

user32: Charles!! Explain! Yourself!!!

↳user33: since when does he have a girlfriend????

↳user32: THATS WHAT WE ALL WANT TO KNOW!!!

arthur_leclerc: without your favorite brother?

↳charles_leclerc: Enzo was busy?

↳arthur_leclerc: the betrayal…

↳charles_leclerc: 🤷🏼‍♂️

user34: ok but where is cl16wife?? That’s 2 shirtless photos of Charles and she’s been quiet

↳user35: right? She’s usually the first to like and comment

↳user28: I TOLD YOU!!

↳user29: oh my god you’ve escaped containment. Let it go

↳user28: CHARLES IS DATING CL16WIFE

↳user29: 🤦

user36: ok but he knows what he’s doing…that little smiley face at the end??? Such a cunty move

↳user37: right? Drops a photo dump with some SHIRTLESS photos and a new GIRLDFRIEND?? And just leaves us with a demure little emoji…

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cl16wife: CHARLES LECLERC IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION! IL PREDESTINATO HAS DONE IT!!

CARLOS SAINZ IS YOUR VICE CHAMPION!

FERRARI IS THE CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPION!

What an amazing season this has been! Congrats again to Charles and Carlos!

FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!!

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user38: OH! MY! GOD!!

↳user39: YOU’RE THE FERRARI ADMIN

↳user28: I FUCKING TOLD YOU BITCHES

↳user40: oh my good I can’t believe you’re right

user41: plot twist of the fucking century

↳user42: am I drunk? Like did I imbue something somehow???

charles_leclerc: chérie cl16wife

↳cl16wife: yes?

↳cl16wife: oh shit

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cl16wife: lol i knew wag life would suit me better anyway 😂😂

Btw he’s MINE SO WATCH YOURSELVES

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charles_leclerc: awwww 🥰🥰🥰 chérie…any life where you’re by my side suit you

charles_leclerc: and you’re mine too

charles_leclerc: and you made a lot of promises this season🧎🧎 …

↳cl16wife: literally sprinting to you right now 🤤🥵

[channieskies]

Pairing: Lee Know Reader (Fem) Bang Chan

Summary: Your joke turns into you and your boyfriends gift to his good friend for his birthday.

WC: 3920 {Reading Time: 16 Min}

♱‧₊˚. Kinktober: Day 25, [Bondage, Choking, Oral Fixation, Threesome/Multiple Partners]

Genre: Smut, PWP

Nets: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Warning(s): Dom/Sub Dynamics, Threesome, Vagial penetration, Oral, Anal Play and penetration, gagging, BDSM, Unprotected sex (This is a work of fiction, please protect yourself in real life), Vaginal and anal creampie, Cum swallowing, Pet names (Baby, Dirty Little Slut, Dirty Girl), Please let me know if I missed any!

Authors Note: Happy Birthday to our lovely Cat Daddy, Lee Know. I originally started writing this (last year) for a joint birthday project, but never released it. Even though it's the last hours of his birthday, I still wanted to post this. It's also Kinktober, so why not join the festivities with a very filth filled fic? This has not been beta read or thoroughly proofread. I hope you all enjoy this!! Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the dividers.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

You exhaled deeply, your main focus was on not choking on your own saliva. You were bound and gagged, laying on the expensive rug of your boyfriend's downtown apartment. The panoramic view of the city was your backdrop to the filthy scene that was playing out, with you as the main character. Guess you could say you were in a festive mood, all things considered. You honestly looked like a turkey with the way your legs were tied. Bent at the knee and tied in two places, once at the ankles and once at the thighs to prevent you from moving your legs in any way your boyfriend didn't like. 

There was a spreader bar attached to the ropes that kept your legs open, your pussy on full display for anyone to watch. Even the people in the high-rise across the street would be able to see any and everything they wanted if their hearts so desired. Your hands were cuffed with the same material your legs were and were connected to the bar that kept your feet apart. You also had a nice ball gag in your mouth, because why the fuck not at this point? You were stuck, but the longer you sat like this, under the careful watch of your significant other and his friend, the more you liked it.

“And you were really up for this? For me to.. fuck her too?” Your boyfriend nodded at the other man's question. 

“She wanted this to be your birthday present.” He sighed, “I normally would object, since I don't like to share, but just look at how she looks.” He stuffed a hand in his pocket as he took in your appearance. 

“She almost looks like she should be the centerpiece on a table, no?” His friend chuckled.

Chris took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it. “You ready baby?” You whimpered and nodded. You were wet and exposed, but thankfully the fire that burned nearby kept her warm and toasty. “You can start, Minho. I kinda want to watch.” Minho was thankful to his hyung for inviting him into his home like this, presenting him with such a beautiful and pliant present. He wasn't one to pass up a good time when one was offered so generously. He stepped closer, his slippers mere inches from where you lay. 

“I heard you've been thinking about this for a while now. Such a dirty little whore, lusting after another man's cock.” He kneeled right next to you and pulled up a little by your neck. “I hope you enjoy all that's coming to you.”

This had honestly started off as a joke. You really didn’t think he would take you seriously when you said it. It was a joke. A bad joke, but a joke nonetheless. You were just going to get a cute cat tower for Minho’s birthday, one he had mentioned he wanted in passing. He was your boyfriend's friend, so anything too extravagant looked a little weird on your end. So when he asked, you jokingly said, “How about I give him some head for his birthday?” You hid your joking smile behind the wine glass you had in hand. But when he seemed to really be thinking about it, you almost told him you were joking until he answered. 

“Okay. I think that would make his birthday. He deserves it after the year he’s had.” You were in shock, your wine almost choking you as you took a sip. It took more than a moment to compose yourself after his unexpected answer. 

“Wait- are you serious right now?” He nodded, “You really want me to give him head? Minho?” You could admit that there was something about Minho that really made you curious as to how he would fuck. You'd heard the rumors about how talented he was with his hips, and it went without mentioning just how much damage that silver tongue of his could do. You'd even had a friend that told you of a girl passing out from the sheer pleasure she felt while fucking him. But head was head and you truthfully shouldn’t be thinking of anything deeper than that. He’s your boyfriend's friend after all.

“Just head? Are you sure?” His lips curled into a smile as he looked at you from the other end of the couch. “Because… we could make this a full blown threesome and make his year.” Just the look he gave you, sent chills up her spine. You’d never seen your boyfriend in this light. He was usually very selfish with your time with him. That was in no way a bad thing, you loved it actually. Due to his line of work, you couldn’t see him as often as you’d like. So his monopolization of your time was seen as sweet and not an act of pure control.

“Huh?” You were unsure. “Threesome? Chris… I was jus-” He cut you off, pulling out his phone.

“I'll contact him.” And that's how You ended up like this, laying in the living room like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey.

Minho didn't bother unbuckling his belt, he just unzipped his trousers and reached his hand in, pulling his member out of the hole in his boxers and through the unzipped opening in his pants. 

“You said she's good with her mouth, right?” Chris smirked proudly as he took a seat on the sofa, legs spread wide.

“Yes. She actually gets pleasure from it. She aims to please.” He leaned back, getting comfortable, so he could enjoy the show.

“You really have no idea just what He says about you in the group chat, do you?” He kneeled next to your head, taking care not to sit on your hair. “All the little nasty things he's said you've done. All the photos he sends us to make us jealous. And now I get to have my turn.” He gently moved your hair from your face, before unbuckling the gag that your boyfriend so lovingly put in your mouth.

Your lips were swollen, mouth tired from being wrapped around the toy ball for quite some time.

“There's that pretty little mouth.” He tossed the gag somewhere behind him, having no use for it now. His thumb traced your lips, smearing the saliva that had settled from the gag.“That pretty little mouth he loves to show off wrapped around his cock.” 

Chris had your permission to show off pictures to his friends. Most of them were faceless anyway, they could imagine anyone they wanted to, it didn't have to be you. He slipped his thumb into your mouth, watching carefully as you sucked the digit. You kept your eyes on him, feeling almost like you were incapable of looking away.

There was a fire that burned in his eyes, one that told you he wanted to do unspeakable things to you.  “Open that pretty little mouth for me.” You did as told, without an ounce of hesitancy. You stuck your tongue out to accept whatever it was he was going to offer next. He slipped his thumb out and quickly replaced it with his cock. 

Minho was longer than you expected. His girth slid into your wet mouth, inch by inch. He placed a caring hand on your cheek as he started down at you, watching you take him in. He paused halfway, head tipping back with a loud groan passing his lips. “Fuck… I se-see why you always show off how well she takes you.” His head tipped forward again. “Her mouth feels amazing.” 

Chris chuckled from the couch. “Yeah, well wait until you feel her tight cunt.” His words made you clench around nothing. You really weren't expecting to get this far, let alone far enough for him to actually fuck you.

Minho started to pull back, before thrusting slowly back into your mouth. His eyes traveled down your body to your glistening folds, the crackling fire adding just the right amount of light to illuminate it. He had the perfect view of it in the strange mirror Chris had set up in the middle of the living room. Just the thought of finally getting to fuck you, made him want to blow his load. 

He'd been curious about you since the first time his hyung introduced you to him. He could honestly detail every second of that moment without missing a step. From the thigh length, form fitting, black dress you wore. To how you smelled like vanilla, tuberose, with a light hint of arousal tied right into what he could recall as being the most sensual scent he's ever had the pleasure of inhaling. 

Even to the smallest detail of the hickey on your neck from what he would assume to be a quick, yet steamy makeout session with Chris before you both entered the restaurant. He couldn't blame the man, you were drop dead gorgeous. He had to applaud him for even making it into the building at all. Because If he was given the chance, he would have fucked you in the parking lot while all his friends waited for his arrival. Nothing wrong with being fashionably late to your own birthday party. 

One particularly hard thrust and the sound of you gagging pulled him back into the room. Your wet mouth had sent him into a daydream, he could see how easy it would be just to drift off until he'd come crashing back down to earth with a soul crushing orgasm. He pulled back, taking his member in his hand, rubbing the tip against your lips in an attempt to ground himself in the moment. He'd seem like a bitch if he came less than five minutes in. 

But you were relentless, even with just him tracing your lips with his tip, you still took the initiative to slot his member between your lips, sucking the underside of it as best you could, given the fact that you were completely bound. 

“She isn't made of glass, you know? I guarantee you she's thinking that right now. She doesn't like being treated like she's fragile. Trust me, she tells me that all the time.” Chris mumbled the last part, but Minho still heard him loud and clear. His eyes met yours and you nodded. Neither of you knew he was taking his time for his own sanity. He resigned himself, taking in a deep breath, then exhaling. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and led his cock back into your mouth with the other.

He'd have to fuck your mouth like he'd wanted to do all these months. Liked he'd imagine he was doing every time he fucked his fist to the pictures his hyung sent. He'd tried not to fap to them at first, but what else were these benevolent gifts for if not for high quality spank bank material? With a tight grip on your hair he resumed thrusting. Letting you get adjusted, before slamming his cock into your mouth like you clearly wanted him to. It was something about the way you hollow your cheeks. Something in the way you glide your tongue on the underside of his stiff cock. Something in the way your moans sound for him as he fucks your throat. 

If mere pictures could make him unravel, what would happen now that he got to feel you? You constricted your throat, making him groan, causing his hips to stutter. “Fuck…” You kept doing with every other deep trust, making him spiral. Minho came undone, his seed slipping down your throat, despite his best efforts not to cum too soon. He let out a guttural moan, grip on your hair tightening as he came hard. You continued to suck, not wanting a drop to go to waste. “Sto-stop, stop.” He had to pull away, if not, he'd risk overestimation. With the prospect of being able to fuck you he couldn't risk that. 

“Now you know why I always show off, yeah?” Minho felt like he'd gone deaf in one ear and blind on the same side, because he didn't hear or see Chris get up, nor did his words register until after he'd gotten to his side. All he could do was nod, his brain wasn't functioning at a high enough level to form a response. “Scoot. It's my turn.” Minho obliged, crawling a few paces away to give his friend room. Only then did he notice his friend had undressed. It felt like maybe he'd blacked out for a moment, that was the only way he could explain the unexplained time jump after he'd nut.

“You doing okay, pretty girl?” Chris gently wiped a tear that had fallen from your eye. You nodded. You were more than okay. How many other girls could say they were lucky enough to participate in a threesome with their boyfriend and his very handsome friend? Probably not many. You were soaked and ready to have more than just your mouth fucked. “Good. Because I want your best, yeah? You know how I like it.”

He knew you knew exactly what he liked and you were more than happy to indulge him. It was Chris's turn to kneel next to your head. He was even closer than Minho, practically straddling your neck. He bypassed his dick entirely and grabbed his balls, fisting the sack. “Open wide for me baby.” The words barely left his lips and you eagerly did as told, opening your mouth as wide as you could.

Minho waited with bated breath, to finally get a chance to see just how well you took his friend. Pictures, as he'd recently found out, don't do you justice. While they were beyond hot, to feel you for himself took things to a whole different level. Chris was already hard. He wouldn't admit it, but seeing you like this did something to him that he couldn't quite explain. Now, he wasn't saying that the situation would ever happen again, but he could say he was enjoying himself.

You took His balls into your mouth, sucking on the skin as he stroked his length. “You're so fucking good, baby.” He tipped his head back. The combination of your mouth on his balls and his skilled hands working on his own length was euphoric. Minho watched on, in awe of just how well you worked together. You knew your boyfriend well and even without you being able to touch him, you could still lend a hand in pleasing him.

He noticed how you clenched around nothing, wetness already dripping from your untouched cunt. His eyes finally focused on the plug that sat snugly in your ass. Your wetness had dripped over the shiny heart-shaped diamond. God, how he wanted to taste you. Your wetness tempted him, begging him to come closer. He didn't even realize he'd moved until he was face to face with your pussy. He took a tentative lick, unsure if he was even allowed to do it. You moaned, squirming underneath him, alerting Chris to what was happening between your legs. He looked back, an amused smirk on his face.

“Just couldn’t resist, hmm?” He chuckled as Minho glanced up at him, mouth busy between your folds. You could feel him smirk against you, too occupied to answer your boyfriend's question. He went back to work, getting the confirmation he needed from both you and Chris. Was this your birthday or his? Because this was some extreme wish fulfillment here. Your boyfriend's balls in your mouth and a handsome man enjoying his birthday gift between your legs. What more could a girl ask for? 

Clearly you could ask for more. Chris leaned back, pulling his balls from your mouth, just to replace it with his thick cock. You clenched again as you gagged, much to both Chris and Minho’s delight. You pushed even more wetness on the man between your legs’ tongue, making him groan. How could Chris not talk about how good you tasted? How sweet your pussy was to devour? He dove in even more. He wasn’t afraid of drawing, even if he couldn’t swim. His moans and smacks are what alerted your boyfriend as to why you were shaking, why tears were pricking your eyes. He smiled to himself. Glad you were getting pleasure out of this for yourself. While he loved to use you, he didn’t want you to feel used. 

Your hands were balled into fists. This was almost too much for you to take. Your mouth was full, your ass plugged, Minho had just stuffed two fingers inside of you, all while he mercilessly toyed and sucked on your clit. Your legs were shaking, you couldn’t help it. What was a girl like you to do? Chris pushed his dick in as far as it could go. Reaching between his legs, thumb on your throat to constrict your breathing. Your body tensed. This was it. This was how you reached heaven. Your vision blurred, tears beginning to stream down your face as you came. He pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you a little room to breathe. Thick strings of saliva connected you to his member as you choked out a long wonton moan.

You couldn’t see the satisfied look on your boyfriend's face, but you knew it was there. Meanwhile, Minho happily ate to his content. He had tuned out anything but the soft cackling of the fire and your moans. He wanted to make you feel good. He knew this was the one and only time he’d get to do so, Chris had told him as much when he gave him the rundown for the night's events. So Minho wasn’t going to take this opportunity lightly. With your clit still in his mouth, he added another finger to your cunt, totalling them to three. He searched for the squishy little pad inside of you, pressing up on it, dragging his fingers back and forth on it. Luckily for him, you couldn’t move, because you seemed like you wanted to run, as overstimulation started to take over. You cried out, unable to do much else. 

“What's he doing to you baby?” Chris asked smugly, index and thumb grabbing your chin, lifting you. He forced you to look at what the birthday boy was doing between your legs. You almost came from the sigh alone. His face was smeared with your essence, eyes completely dark with lust, fingers stretching you out as he continuously hammered your g-spot. Your second climax hit you without warning. Your squirt forcefully being pulled from you, painting the man's face and fingers between your legs. You let out a scream that reverberates off the dark walls of the apartment. Thankfully you knew that the walls were well insulated and the neighbors wouldn’t be calling the cops to file a noise complaint. “Look at that…” Chris almost looked proud at the mess you’d made. “You’re spoiling my baby, Minho.” 

The man groaned against you, still licking up all of your juices, determined not to leave a trace behind. You were intoxicating. Minho was absolutely enamored with you. From the fucked out look that graced your face to the taste, smell, and aura of you. He could shamelessly say that the little crush he harbored for you, might be developing into something more. But he couldn’t think of that now. What would his hyung say if he ever found out his feelings? He pulled back, pushing thoughts of wanting you for his own, out of his head. “You ready, baby?” Chris ran a loving hand down the center of your chest, under your tied arms and over your stomach.

“Since it’s Minho’s special day, I’ll let him decide if he wants your tight little ass or cunt. Okay?” You nodded with wide sparkling eyes. Any bit of tiredness was washed away with the prospect of being fully stretched by two men. That made Minho painfully hard. He groaned as he sat on his knees, fingers finding their way to his member, tugging it to feel a bit of relief as he thought about what he wanted. If he was being truthful with himself, he’d admit he wanted to be shellfish and have you all to himself. But he couldn’t do that, not here. Not when his friend was so nice to share you with him. “What do you say, Minho?”

“Pussy.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice. He needed this. He needed to feel you wrapped around him.

“Pussy it is, then.” Chris undid your restraints, your hands going to each of your wrist to rub where the fabric had left behind little marks. Something to remember the beginning of the night by, at least until they faded. Chris stood and being the gentleman he was, helped you up to your feet. He made sure you were steady as he led you to the couch. First he had you bend over, legs spread, so that he could carefully remove the plug from your ass. But not without toying with it first, pulling it in and out, making sure your hole was nice and stretched for him. Next was the application of lube to both of your holes and his member. “Here,” motioned the bottle towards Minho, who was forced to peel his eyes away from the sight between your legs to take it. 

Chris was the first to lie down on the couch, leading you to lie with your back to his chest. Deft fingers, led his member to your waiting ass hole, and he expertly guided it in. Your head rolled back onto Chris’s shoulder as he filled you up, pushing you down slowly on him, making you take him inch by inch. Minho stood there, just watching as your face morphed into one of pure ecstasy. He was still tugging on his length, readying himself for you. Chris waved him over, letting him know it was his turn to slide in, and he honestly couldn’t wait. Despite not wanting to come off as too eager.

He swallowed the lump of spit that settled in his throat as soon as he kneeled on the couch between your legs. You were spread wide, lubed up, ass stuffed full of cock, while your pussy waited to be filled by him. Only him. He was still gripping the lube in his hand and used a bit more of it on himself before tossing it and lining his member up with your entrance. He slid the tips back and forth through your folds, making you jerk and squeeze your boyfriend. Chris’ grip on your thighs tightened, spreading you even wider. The sight made Minho dizzy. “Please…” The whine that fell from your lips nearly drained the man of his life force. “Please Minho…” You reached a hand between your legs, spreading your lips even more for him. 

He nearly crumbled. He wasted no time, sliding in, feeling your warmth envelope him. His eyes rolled back in the back of his head. This had to be the best feeling in the world. You were warm and tight, made even tighter by your boyfriend stuffing your ass. He took a moment to savor the feeling, before he started moving. That was Chris’ cue to do the same. You bit the back of your hand, to keep yourself from screaming. The feeling was indescribable.The initial pain subsided so quickly it scared you. Chris moved your hand. “Let us hear you, baby.” He dragged his nose along the column of your neck and pressed a kiss under your ear. “Let us know you feel good.”

You nodded, eyes focusing on the man in front of you. His eyes completely focused on where you were connected. Fixated on the way your walls pulled him back in every time he pulled back. The lube slowly mixes with your cream, and the sight would be one he’d remember for the rest of his life. What other birthday was like this? Has there ever been a gift given to him that was better? Nothing could top this. Well- unless he got to do this every year. He picked up his pace, loving the grip you had on him. Your eyes closed, mouth agape, but only long enough for fingers to be stuffed inside it. You felt spit coat your clit, causing your eyes to flutter open in time to see Minho rubbing it fervently. He wanted this to be a mind blowing experience for you too.

Your hand flew to his wrist, almost ready to pry it away. But the pleading look in his eyes made you pause. He angled his hips in just the right way, the tip of his member brushing against your spot, making your toes curl. Tears once again brimmed your eyes, the feeling of both men fucking you open was almost too much to take but at the same time you wanted more. Wanted to give them as much pleasure as they were giving you. You squeezed your walls, tightening around both of them. Chris’ hand that was still holding your thigh, moved to your neck, squeezing it in retaliation. Minho picked up his pace, fucking into you faster, using his years of dance training to further impress you. A few more flicks of his fingers against your clit had you coming undone. Shaking wildly between the two men. 

But that didn’t stop their thrusts, if anything that encouraged them to keep going, extending your hard orgasm. Minho did at least give your clit a break, reaching for your nipples, to pinch and pull on both. You let out a choked sob, feeling on the edge of hysteria. Chris' hand relaxed around your throat, the fingers he had in your mouth stroked your tongue. His hips gave a few more thrusts up into you before he unloaded right in your ass. You grabbed at his hand, nails, digging into the skin of his wrist. You could feel his seed seeping out of you as he stilled. He softly ran his fingers over your sweat slicked stomach, soothingly.

Minho was still going. He leaned in, kissing the parts of you he was allowed to. Your lips were off limits, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get close. He littered your jaw with kisses and bites, then did the same to your neck and chest. Once again he was like a man starved, needing to consume every last bit of you. He left marks all over your skin. Hoping that you would cherish the small amount of time you could share together, because this was certainly going to be burned into his brain. This was now going to be a part of his personality, something deeply embedded into his psyche.

The way you were looking at him, like he had the power to unmake you at this very moment was making his head spin. “Minho…fill me up… please…” You reached a hand out, fingers brushing over his cheek as you looked him in his eyes. This was delusion inducing. He didn’t need you to look at him like that. What was he to do if he fell for your charms any harder than he already had. He shook his head, closing his eyes to break the searing eye contact you had with him.

Chris chuckled, reminding Minho of his presence. “Baby, I think you are fucking with his head looking at him like that.” Minho’s eyes shot open. What did that mean? “Don’t lead him on… tell him what you want.” He grabbed your chin to keep your eyes on Minho. “Tell him again what my dirty girl wants.”

Your tongue darted out, wetting your slightly parched lips. “Cum inside me, Minho….” You were pleading with him now and how could you not oblige? “Fuck it deep into this pussy… it’s yours for the night…” Could he get high off words? It felt like more than his lower head was about to pop. That was all it took for him to burst. He pushed his hips flush against yours, hands moving to your hips to keep them in places as his streams of cum filled you up. You reached for his face again, dragging your thumb over his bottom lip, as your eyes stared deep into his. He didn’t need a kiss if this was how you treated him. But if he had one wish, this night would never end. He’d repeat it over and over again until the end of time.

© ✐Channieskies 『MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. Please leave a like , comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this story.♥』

[shelaghdette]

headcanon with evidence: shelagh turner is autistic/neurodivergent!

intense interests: shelagh's special interest is obviously the science of midwifery. she's only 30 years old at the beginning of the series, but already her expertise is virtually on par with the older nuns. her deep knowledge is very well respected by her patients and colleagues. she also LOVES to talk about it, you can see her face light up every time she has a chance.

hyperfocus: when shelagh is completely absorbed in a task, she struggles to notice anything else around her. for example, in the very first episode, she doesn't even notice jenny is in the room when she comes to inform sister julienne about her latest delivery. when sister julienne introduces her to jenny, she only very briefly acknowledges her, and then goes back to talking about work, which ties into -

struggling with social cues: in scenes with lots of shelagh dialogue, notice how she struggles to make prolonged eye contact. a notable exception is sister julienne and, later, patrick, but this makes sense. a lot of autistic people struggle to make eye contact generally, but have a few "safe people" with whom it's a lot easier. shelagh also struggles with boundaries, indicated by her lack of ability to ask for help when she needs it or say no when she's asked to do something. she can also be very blunt and forthright about her opinions, such as when she tells jenny to "please stop wittering on about vegetables, i could not care less." she wasn't trying to be rude, she was just indicating her disinterest in the subject in a very to-the-point way. also, when she was infodumping about the bri-nylon nightie, and CLEARLY misunderstanding cues that patrick thought she was extremely sexy in that little get-up 😳😏

stimming: shelagh is CONSTANTLY stimming. most notable are her hand movements, she fidgets with her hands a lot, and when she sits at a table, she often keeps her hands below the surface. i believe this is so she can subtly stim without attracting attention. oh, and you know the autistic stereotype of velociraptor arms? well, i give you...

masking: she's a social chameleon. her speech mannerisms were much more formal and clipped while she was still in the religious life, because she was holding herself to a certain standard, even though it's not necessarily required (look at sister evangelina). i think she was trying to model her behaviour and mannerisms on sister julienne, which is SO COMMON for autistic women to copy the behaviour of someone they admire in order to blend. she also "mirrors" body language, seen here. (both have their hands in their pockets, their legs are the same width apart. also peep my babygirl not making eye contact AGAIN while he's directly looking at her face!)

exaggerated facial expressions and emotive tone of voice: it's a common misconception that autistic people always have monotonous voices and flat facial affect. some do, but just as many are the complete opposite and actually have really varied expressions and tones. ctm fans who don't like shelagh tend to point this fact out about her, but to me it just makes her relatable, because i'm a really emotive autistic person too!

also, this is just anecdotal, but all of my autistic friends who watch ctm agree with me that shelagh is most likely autistic. and we're really good at identifying autistic traits in others.

these are just my observations from watching the show, as an autistic person. if you don't share these views, that's fine! but please be mindful of what you say if you aren't neurodivergent ♡

[umiewrites]

Hyena (NSFW, 18+)

01.OCT.2024

SMUT, no plot ❀˖° NSFW ❀˖° Sexual ❀˖° GN Reader, AFAB/Transmasc! Jun Sazanami

Jun Sazanami × GN! Reader (SMUT. No pronouns, gendered terms, clothing, genitals mentioned for reader. Established relationship. (AFAB/Transmasc) Jun (he/him). The word cock is mentioned and used for reader, but it can be interpreted as a strap.

CW/TW: Reader receiving: Jun rides your face, and your dick (can be interpreted as a strap), bondage, slight degrading (mentions of being used as a toy, a doll, etc.)

Jun receives: face sitting, vaginal penetration, vaginal sex, Jun gets a little if not a lot sex drunk here. The words clit, pussy, cunt, womb, etc. is being used to describe his sex.

Syn: Jun proposed the idea ages ago, how much he wants to tie you up and use you like his own toy for one night. After so many busy hours working and finding the right time off to do so, he finally gets to indulge his fantasies.

"Stay still, kay?" Jun looked at you with a delirious smile as he tied you up to the bed, feeling nothing but sheer need as his cunt clenched around nothing but the thought of using you like a toy all night.

Your wrists are tied together, you're stripped naked, with nothing but a horny and needy Jun to ravish you. He sits up, giving you a good view of his drenched wet folds, and without warning, he places himself on your mouth.

Loud gasps leave his mouth when you immediately understood and used your tongue to lap at his pussy. It's insane how wet he is, as his arousal touched your lips, your chin, and best of all, your tongue.

"Haah— yeah. Yeah, right there...!" Jun had one hand on the headboard, the other down in your hair. He arched his back when you sucked on his clit, knowing how good it makes him feel.

"Aren't you so obedient, letting me use you for the night? Wanting nothing but to please my hole? Even if I ride your dick till sunrise, even if I sit on your face till your tongue can't move? Goddamn—" he's surprisingly verbal tonight, a result of how pent up and needy he's been.

He's been pestering you about the idea of letting him use you for a whole night, but you two struggled to find a time that's right. He's busy, he's moving around a lot, so sore legs after sex meant he'd be off for the whole day. Finally though he's able to have the whole day off tomorrow, so he can fuck himself brainless tonight for all he cared. Plus with the workload and stress, he's needed this so bad.

He's a lot more delirious and out of his mind, being so pent up. It's the reason he doesn't waste much time before he puts his pussy on your mouth, already soaking wet that your tongue slipped in easily; a louder moan coming from his throat when you did.

You can tell with how he's a little loose, he's been fingering himself to let off some steam. Who are you to deny your handsome boyfriend the release and pleasure he's wanted from you for so long? You might want to tease him, to start some dirty talk, but with the way his hips rolled on your face, you'd be lucky if you could even find space to breathe.

"Heheheh... Mmh, god... I've been wanting this for so long...!" He said between moans and gasps, feeling your tongue spread his labia apart.

A hand goes down to his clit so he can play with it while he rides your face, and the moan he let out has got to be the loudest one yet. It's out of character how needy and sex drunk he is right now, but that just goes to show everything into play. He's pent up, and the idea to use you like you're nothing but a toy has been on his mind for ages— and now it's coming true.

"(Name), agh...! Deeper, deeper... Can you go deeper?" He pleaded, and you tried your best to reach out with your tongue. His thighs spread a little more and lowered himself more on your mouth— not that it made much of a difference with how he's already grinding on you.

His fingers start to rub harsher and pinch his own clit, getting more noises out of him. He's never been too vocal, only a few grunts and groans here and there. But tonight, he's sounding like a literal hyena, with how he's howling and whimpering.

"More. More...!" He starts to grind on your face, both hands on your head to force you too. Your chin is full of his slick now, and your hands struggle against the binds to no avail.

A loud howl like moan is ripped out of his mouth, as you taste his juices pour onto your tongue. He has the stamina to grind on you a little more, loving the sensitivity and the shivers it gives him.

He lifts himself off with a blissed out smile. He sat on your stomach for a moment to catch his breath, satisfied at your slick covered chin.

"I could ride you for ages...~" he chuckled. It really sounds like he isn't finished yet.

(Several minutes later)

He's riding your cock like there's no tomorrow, while all you can do is watch. He's fucking himself out on your length with a smile, ramming it into his womb. He hasn't made any effort to actually make you cum, even if you did, he didn't try nor did he care. All he cared for was using your body as his own sex doll. Whatever sound you make, any complaints you have went into one ear and right out the other.

Sorry he hasn't touched you properly— he's too busy bruising his own walls with how fast he's riding you. He's got really good legs after all, and he's doing it all with a pleasured smile and laugh.

You're crying? Edged? Whining? Too bad, all your mouth's good for now is eating him out. Your hands could do nothing but struggle against the binds, so scream all you want. The deal was that he'll use you like a doll, accept that.

All you can do is watch as he fucks himself stupid on your cock, your face, your thigh, whatever... His inner thighs are soaked, wet sounds escaping every time he hilts himself on you.

One of his hands grab for the vibrator laying on the sheets. Is he gonna use that for you? As if.

He places it to his own clit while he rides, putting it to the max settings immediately. An euphoric, crazed cry escapes his mouth. He's in sheer bliss, and all you can do is watch. Watch, as he fucks himself stupid on you, all night, he's treating you like a toy, but he's nothing but a whore by the end of it.

A whore who's getting off of your body. Using you for his own pleasure. By the end of this he'll be thoroughly fucked out, but it'll be a long time before his stamina allows for him to collapse. So brace yourself.

.

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Rambles: Honest to God I am not doing kinktober btw I just have severe executive dysfunction and I haven't had the mood to write for months. Anyways. Jun pussy for the world!! I also imagined him with rainforest pussy we love rainforest pussy!!! But I didn't write it cuz I figured I'd let reader imagine it to be whatever they want. Lmao.

[cloudy-em]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: pussy play, fem!reader, vibrators, bondage, oral, overstimulation, mild inspection, biting, squirting, very slight anal fingering, praise and degradation at the same time(?)*

so i spun the wheel of sluttopia with chef luca in mind, and this is the result of the wheel giving me the prompt "pussy play". probably very ooc but it's okay cause luca is hot

send me an ask with a character and ask me to spin the wheel and i'll write it :)

When Luca said he wanted to try something new, you thought you knew what you were getting yourself into. He always loved your cunt, worshipping it with his mouth for hours whenever he had the chance. Now, he just wanted even more control over it.

He has your hands tied to the headboard and a spreader bar at your ankles, keeping your legs nice and open so he can "enjoy the view". Luca is a passionate lover, but has never been much of a tease, so the fact that you've been tied up for 20 minutes and he hasn't even kissed anywhere close to your mound yet is quite surprising.

He's kissing up your legs and leaving hickeys around your thighs, getting so close to where you want his mouth but it's just not quite there. Finally, you feel his thumbs spreading your lips apart.

"Oh, love," he says mockingly. "You're so wet, did you know? Absolutely dripping. And you should see this little clit, she's throbbing for me. She just wants some attention. Should I give her some attention, darling?"

You moan out, "please! please touch me, Luca!"

He spits at the top of your pussy, and simply feeling it run down provides you slight relief. He watches as his saliva reaches your hole, and he plays with it there, gently circling the entrance with his index finger, pushing in slightly before pulling back out, teasing. You whine out, and Luca finally decides he can give you more, burying his face in your cunt.

He's eating you so good, like a man starved. His eyes are closed and his nose is pressed into your clit, leaving your hips bucking and trying to squeeze your legs together, frustrated when you can't because of the spreader. His mouth is sucking wherever he can, and his tongue is shoved in your hole, the muscle pushing against the back wall of your vagina. The sounds are lewd; he's humming and grunting into your cunt and you can hear how wet you are. Luca has always been a messy eater when it comes to pussy.

His index finger makes a comeback and his middle finger joins, pushing against your resistance and forcing you to gush more. His mouth is now solely dedicated to your clit and he sucks on it, not wanting to let go. He alternates between long periods of sucking and then pressing hard kisses to the hood. He's working 3 of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you, and you're squealing as he moves to tickle your g-spot. It's then that you can feel yourself cumming, his is name the only word that leaves your mouth. He licks you up to help you come down, and you think he's done with you.

You're wrong.

He's biting your lips and thighs, working you up all over again, and you can't seem to get the words out that it's too much. He reaches beside him, and you can hear it before you feel it. The quiet buzzing is a telltale, and before you can question him, it's pressed to your clit, the sounds of the vibrations suddenly much more apparent. It's embarrassing how you can hear how wet you are even more now, the sound amplifying as he turns the vibration setting up. You feel yourself flush more, if that's even possible.

"Oh, look at you, love, you should see yourself." He says it like he's seeing you in your wedding dress and not like he has you tied to his bed and is using you like a toy. "So wet, hm? You tasted so good, but seeing you like this, fuck, it's so beautiful." You know his other hand is stroking his long, thick cock. "You can cum again for me, right? You'll do it again because you're my slut, aren't you?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm your slut, I'm your slut," you whine out, desperate and ready to orgasm again despite how overwhelming it feels.

You can feel yourself clenching as you climax for the second time, and Luca praises you.

"Such a good girl, love, cumming for me again. We can do one more, yes?"

You're so fucked out, you can only nod. Luca stops jerking himself and pulls out a second vibrator. With no break between your orgasm and his next action, he pushes the toy inside you, expertly pushing it against your g-spot while the other vibrator continues to rest against your clit. He keeps the toy inside you still, but moves the one on your clit in circles. It's so much, it's too much, and you're screaming and whining incoherently. The toys feel so good, and Luca knows it. He knows you're so close, you just need something extra to get there.

So he gently prods the tip of his pinky at your ass, and before he can even push in, you're squirting for him. And he loves every second of it.

Everything feels so so good, you're repeating his name like a prayer. He's turning the vibrator settings down slowly, coaxing you through your powerful orgasm.

"That's it, darling, that's it. You're so so good for me, so beautiful like this. That's it, good girl."

Your legs are still shaking as he takes the spreader bar off, allowing you to curl into yourself while he moves to unbind your hands, massaging your wrists. He kisses your cheek, mumbling something about being right back.

He returns with a cool washcloth, wiping gently up your legs and pussy, cleaning you up. You shudder, oversensitive, and he tries to be as quick as possible. When he's done, he climbs up next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you lovingly.

"You were so good for me. How do you feel, love?"

"It was great, Luca, thank you. I'm just kinda out of it right now," you laugh a little. The world still feels a little unreal, a little floaty almost.

He smiles and kisses your bare shoulder. "Can I get you anything?"

"Just stay with me."

xxxxxxx

alrighty well that was slutty time to go touch some grass

feel free to send in requests <3

[whiskey-bumblebee]

tell me I'm good (1/3)

Pairing: DBF!Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Praise kink (extensive), daddy kink (one use of 'daddy'), dad's best friend trope, PIV sex, use of "good girl", brief playful threat of violence towards Aaron. Allusion to alcohol in the epilogue.

A/N: one of my three smut hotch blurbs! this one got the most votes so here she is <3

"He's gone for the weekend," You breathe, pulling Hotch in by the tie. "We have the place to ourselves."

"Aside from the party downstairs?" He laughs.

In all honesty, you'd forgotten about your college friends downstairs. It was a celebration for those of you nearing the end of term, and with your parents out of town, you knew you wouldn't be interrupted. Someone had brought a strobe light, and there was a keg in the kitchen from god-knows-where. Now that you weren't focused on getting naked as quickly as possible, you could feel the pounding bass coming through the floorboards.

Aaron had heard the party from next door, and came over to check on everything. And when he saw you in your slutty little outfit, well...

He kisses you, biting your lip. You can tell that your grip on his tie is restricting his breathing slightly, and he takes your hands gently, guiding them away from his neck.

He loosens his tie, gesturing for you to get on the bed, and you do so quickly.

"Desperate, hm? Or just in the mood to be good for once?"

"Does it have to be one or the other?" You smile, slipping your clothes off.

He holds his tie in one hand, raising an eyebrow at you. You nod, excited, and he slips off the rest of his clothes, carefully folding his pants and leaving them on the armchair in your room.

Your breathing turns heavy as you take in his naked form in the low light of the room.

"So handsome," You murmur. "I'm so lucky."

He leans over you, pressing kisses to both of your cheeks before shuffling further up so he can tie your hands together. Once he's satisfied, he walks over to the foot of the bed, enjoying the view of you sprawled out, your wrists bound with one of his favourite ties.

"Spread your legs," He says, his voice husky with lust.

You drop your legs open and he starts to fuck his fist, eyes drinking you in, committing your features to memory. His gaze lingers on your cunt and you know he can't wait to make you feel good. You don't rush him, enjoying the view from your side just as much.

In a minute or two, he was fully hard, his cock stretching up past his navel, and you practically salivated at the gorgeous curve of it. He wasn't the longest you'd ever seen, but his girth made you do a double-take every time, the weight of it sending it leaning slightly to the right.

"Funny, isn't it? You're dressed like all of the other sluts, but as soon as I get you alone..." He stalked over to the head of the bed and leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You just want to be good."

You moaned, rubbing your thighs together. You were soaked.

"I do," You breathed. "I was going to call you."

He huffed a laugh. "I doubt it. Every guy in the place wants you."

"Sucks for them," You said earnestly, taking Aaron by the chin. "I only want you."

He takes his place on the bed, pressing kisses to your neck, your chest, trailing them down, down, down...

"If I wanted boys, I could have them," You breathed, running your fingers through his hair. "You know I need a man."

"I know, sweetheart," He nipped at your thighs, trying to pry them apart with his hands. "C'mon, drop your legs open for me."

You spread your legs, and he makes his way back up your body, kissing your lips softly, cupping your cheek.

"Wider, honey. You know I'm broad."

You press your legs further apart, and press your breasts against his chest. "Please, Aaron?"

"A little more, honey," He shifts his attention to his cock, running his head through your folds. "Daddy needs some room to work."

You urge your hips to relax, to give way to Aaron's wide frame, and they finally give a few more inches, and he slots his thighs between yours.

He groans as he presses into your cunt. "That's it, take it for me, I know you can."

Your body completely relaxes under the pressure of his touch and the warmth of his skin against yours.

"There you go," He breathes, grinning at you. "There's my best girl."

You suddenly clamp your hand over your mouth, suppressing a loud moan as your eyes roll back in your head. Aaron gives a rough thrust, curling his hips into yours so that he hits the exact spot to-

"Oh my god!" You cry out, pressing your hips into Aaron's. Your hand falls away from your mouth, instead grabbing a handful of the sheet.

You look away, pressing your lips together, and Aaron slows down, touching your face gently.

"Everything okay?" He says, his voice tender. You never realize he's playing up his dominance until he lets you in like this, revealing his soft side.

You nod quickly, enthusiastic.

"If you slow down, I'm going to-" His hips pick up again, and before you know it, you're bucking your hips and moaning again. "If you slow down again, I'm going to slit your throat."

He laughs to himself. "Alright. Why did you look away?"

You almost roll your eyes, but when you meet his gaze, your lips spread into a perfect 'O'. He's looking at you so intensely, so focused...

"I like it when you tell me I'm good."

"I thought I felt you clench down on me," He says cockily, tracing his fingertips over your ribcage. "What do you want me to call you?"

You moan as his quick thrusts punch the breath out of your lungs.

"You know..." You say meekly. "You were saying it before."

"Spell it out for me, honey."

He's teasing you, you know that. The embarrassment still makes your face feel warm, makes your fingers curl around the loose end of the tie.

"Please," You whine softly. "I need you to say it."

"Say what, honey?" He brings his face close to your ear, rubbing his cheek against yours. His stubble adds an extra sensation to the mix, and you keen against the tingly feeling.

"Do you like being my good girl? Hm?" He drives his hips into yours, keeping the pace steady and aimed directly at your g-spot. "Or more than that? So good that you're my angel?"

You moan loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you nod desperately. "Yes."

"You're my angel, honey. Taking my cock so well."

His praise is dripping from his tongue so easily that you can almost feel it land on you, golden and warm, leaving you gilded.

You feel so confident, and you press your hips back into his, matching his rhythm as you match his thrusts. The movement emphasizes your breasts, and you notice as Aaron's gaze falls to them, mesmerized.

"You feel incredible," He breathes. "You look... Fuck," He tears his gaze from your breasts, looking back at your face. "You look perfect."

Tears of pleasure roll freely down your cheeks. Even though your wrists are tied together, you loop your arms over Aaron's shoulders, using your fingers to tug at his hair.

"I love you," You cry out. "I love you, Aaron."

He smiles, his face glowing. "I love you too. Are you close, honey?"

You nod. "Can you touch my clit?"

"Of course," He says, reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit gently. He'd been fucking you hard, so the gentle touch was a euphoric contrast from the way his cock pressed into you. Without warning, your legs tensed around him, thighs clamping down hard on his hips as your back arched and your eyes fell closed.

You let out a long, high moan, and Aaron kept fucking you through your orgasm. When you finally felt your soul return to your body, you wiggled your fingers and looked up into Aaron's eyes. His jaw was clenched, and you could tell he was holding back. It turned you on to know he was delaying his own pleasure for the sake of yours.

"Where should I come, angel?"

You gestured to your chest and stomach. "Paint me," You breathed.

He pulled out quickly, wrapping his fingers around his soaked cock and jerking himself off. A guttural yell left his throat and he threw his head back, ribbons of come landing on your nipples, your torso and your tits. He collapsed beside you on the bed, and the bed bounced with the force of his landing.

You laughed lightly as you bounced.

"Aaron," You said quietly. "That was really good."

His breathing was still ragged, but he rolled onto his side and smiled at you, running his fingers through his come.

"You want to suck my fingers?" He asked quietly, half-joking.

"Feed it to me," You said, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out slightly.

He tucked his fingers into your mouth, and sure enough, you sucked on his fingers, swallowing his come.

"Good girl," He cooed. "How does it taste?"

He wiped his fingers on his leg.

You nodded. "It's better since you quit smoking."

"You're a great incentive," He murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

You smiled and kissed him softly, letting his hands roam over your body. He relished in it for a moment, then rolled onto his back again.

"So. Angel?"

You hummed.

He laughed to himself. "No, I mean, you like it when I call you angel?"

"Yeah," You breathed. "I didn't know that until tonight."

"Good to know," He said, and you could hear the smile in his tone.

"It's... quiet?" You said, reaching for your phone.

"No music," Aaron said.

You laughed to yourself, then showed Aaron the messages on your phone. "The cops came and cleared out the party. Friends of yours?"

He huffed a laugh.

_____

a few months later

One of your friends elbowed you, and you winced slightly. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure that your angel wings were still squarely in place.

"What?" You whined, looking over at the person she was nodding towards. Tall, dark hair, face covered with a red devil mask.

"Who's in the devil costume?"

You smirked into your drink. "Who knows. Must be a coincidence."

"You, like, have to get a picture together. Devil and angel? That's too good," She slurred.

You checked your phone. Sure enough, there was a text from the contact you'd saved as A.H. to avoid any prying eyes from catching on.

I might be the devil, but you're the one who looks hot as hell.

You checked that your friend's attention was elsewhere, and typed a quick response.

Thanks <3

I want to fuck the halo right off you. Interested?

Your heart rate picked up, and when you looked up, you couldn't find Aaron in the room full of costumed college students.

There was a hot breath on the back of your neck, and you couldn't fight the smile that pulled at your lips.

[pinkjoy-cons]

It's More Fun When You Can't Read my Mind

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝔁 𝓐𝓷𝔂!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 This is Kaeya x any! reader this is smut but I do not specify body parts, no pronouns, no Y/N. Body neutral: no mention of skin tone, body shape, or defining features. I also use pet names that can be used for any gender. I wanted to try writing something that anyone could read so if I have something that pertains to one body type, let me know and I will fix it :) This fic takes place in a modern setting. Word Count: 1022 Please do NOT repost my fics anywhere or recomend them on TikTok!!! Warnings: Fingering (receiving), lube, implied use of toys, masturbation, degrading nicknames (whore, slut, cum slut), cnc/accidental voyeurism (it’s on accident but you don’t mind it), Kaeya walks in on you ya know. Exaggeration of sexual activity. Semi-edited. Let me know if i miss anything. Minors please don't interact Title taken from this song by Cloudy June.

It all started with you just giving him a spare key to your small apartment. You, at the time, had no other intentions other than giving your friend a free invitation to drop by anytime.

You were Kaeya's "innocent little friend" as he so annoyingly and affectionately called you. Damn, it drove you crazy. Innocent? Please. If only he knew. The things that go on through your mind when he's around. All the dirty thoughts that pass through. Things you wish he'd do to you and you to him.

Many late nights you had fucked yourself with your fingers, dildos, vibrators anything, just imagining how he would tease you for being his very own slutty little thing. And it was that very thought that was getting you through this late night session.

Imaging Kaeya on top of you, one hand two fingers knuckle deep, curling up to hit that spot that feels too good to be real. He would have one nipple in your mouth and have your hands tied to the back of your headboard so you couldn’t touch him. Couldn't drag your nails along the rivets of his abs. Leave little crescent moons in his skin. Pull him into a sloppy kiss and moan into his mouth at how damn good you feel because of him.

He would tease you for sure. You did your best to force your fingers deeper as you continued to let the scene play out in your mind.

He would moan against your nipple and pull off with a pop and a long lick of his tongue just to make you arch into his touch. 

"My, what a desperate little thing you are." He would look at you with that sultry blue eye. "Is my little slut ready to come? Huh? Is my baby gonna get off with my fingers alone?" 

"Yes Kaeya!" You cried. Fingers moving with a mind of their own and the lube you added earlier making a mess of your thighs.

"Archons, you're pathetic. Are you pathetic? Huh? My pathetic little cum slut who can't get off with me?" You wouldn't answer on purpose. Being a brat was in your nature and you couldn't help but imagine him scolding you, punishing you for not answering.

"I asked you," he would shove his fingers deep as he spoke and you did your best to mimic how you thought it would go, "a question whore." You nearly came; tears falling from your eyes you started to call out his name, begging for him to let you cum. 

"I'm your cum slut Kaeya! Only you can make me feel this way." Kaeya would laugh at you, the desperation in your voice would bring a smile to his lips as he moved closer to your ear. 

"Then cum for me baby." And you did, hard. As you moved your fingers deeper, faster, your hips moved as well. You spread your legs more to feel that beautiful sting on your inner thigh, imagining that he was forcing you open to get a better view of your sopping hole. You called his name like a mantra and let out moans you hoped one day he would coax out of you himself. 

As you came down from your high, you felt disappointed but not guilty oddly enough. Should you? Probably. But in all honesty, it was more embarrassing that you haven't done anything about this feeling you had for him.

"Damn it. Just tell him already." You spoke out loud to no one. Or so you thought. 

"That was quite the show." You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the voice from your bedroom door. You had half a mind to cover yourself up but when you saw who it was you opted for grabbing a pillow to do a half-assed job.

"K-Kaeya! What're you…?"

"You forgot something in my office when you dropped off lunch for me today. But, given what I just walked in on," the look he gave you had the power to make you cum all over again, "a part of me thinks this was all planned." 

Even you had to admit it wasn't. "I just came by to be a friend drop something off and maybe take you out for a drink but imagine my surprise," he stalked closer to your bed and leaned forward so you could see the tightness of his jaw and feral gaze, "Imagine my surprise when I came into to your little place to hear you calling out my name." He had one knee on the bed but he stopped abruptly, he had a slight questionable look on his face. "Do you want me to continue?" He asked you before he took this further, making sure you were okay. It made your heart flutter and you breathed out a yes. 

"Spread yourself for me. Now." Archons there it was. His commanding voice was even better than what you had imagined. "I won't ask again." In a daze you leaned back and spread your legs for him to get a look at your spent hole soaked with lube. He took off his glove and prodded you gently with his fingers. The cool touch made you arch. In all your fantasies you forgot about the difference in temperature. It was already better than your imagination.

"Such a cute little slut. All this time I thought you were an innocent thing." He looked around your bed at the various toys you had. This session was one of your more active nights. "Turns out I was truly falling for a whore." You gasped at his filthy words as your hole gaped at his teasing fingers.

Finally, he put two fingers in and curled up.

"Fuck!" You grabbed his wrist and he made quick work of keeping your hands above your head as he kept the pressure of his fingers on that one spot. "I hope you don't mind being edged, sweet thing." He leaned into your neck to nibble at your skin, to suck, and lick to make your breath hitch as the sensation. "I want to recreate all those dirty thoughts you had about me."

~

Maybe one day I'll build this into a full fic for both amab and afab but that is if you guys wanted.

Thank you for reading.

[never-forget-viva-la-pluto]

To the SPN fans that are hating on good omens rn bc of the leak, I hope you choke. I've seen some really nasty shit today from some of my (now unfollowed) followers whom I followed for spn content. So let's make one thing clear from actual posts ive seen today:

-Saying that the "wrong angels kissed", is...homophobic. I was with destiel from beginning to end and yeah we were completely shafted, but it's not okay to then say that other gay couples in media aren't allowed to kiss just because they aren't the ones you thought were hot. Jesus christ didn't think I needed to write that one down for ya-bo burnham

-I saw so much fatphobia about how Castiel deserved a kiss more than Aziraphel bc "he has far more sex appeal." Wtf wtf wtf. How do you live with yourselves saying that shit?You can pry Micheal Sheens body type Aziraphel out of my cold dead hands, you CW brainwashed morons!

-hate against the author for some reason, no one is willing to give specifics about it, but I think the majority of them maintain that GO is not good rep because they didn't kiss and now they are claiming pandering or something? Honestly that guy has only ever stood with the writers guild and queer people his whole career from what I find so I don't think it's fair whatever hate they are spouting. He isnt even saying he is upset with fans that saw or shared the video. Hes being super nice about it!

-I will say, non of us SPN fans have a fucking leg to stand on when it comes to hating something bc of the authors, OK. I saw someone saying the writing for spn was better and I can say you did not watch the show. I loved spn but don't do the late Terry Pratchett like this. He did nothing wrong

-on that same ish strain, as an ace person who thrives off queerplatonic relationships in media, maybe they kiss, I dunno. I just have to wait until the season comes out. Not 1 SPN fan gets to bitch about GO asexualty rep when SPN never even tried that route with any of its characters. But also ace characters are allowed to kiss, so you can write them that way of you want and interpret them that way if you want still. This is your viewing experience.

-this leak is truly not the same as the SPN yo a ti leak, solely bc the episode hasn't aired yet. "None of you GO fans would have survived the yo a ti leak." No I think you wouldn't bc the spn leak was clinging to an already mangled straw, while the angel's in GO are queer already. Queer queer queer and no amount of kissing or lack thereof is going to change that. We have no idea what happens in that episode of GO, but we saw the creators butcher the only moment in the show that could have meant anything real for queer viewers in SPN.

-"SPN crowly was kissing dudes first so this one is not that impressive". I see two cakes. One was made with the intent to make gay people look evil, but over time got kinda funny and a little better bc gay people liked it, and the other was about telling an interesting story about how love is so important, especially at the end of the world, and gay people liked that one too! So for me it's YaY two cakes!

-again the anti aziraphel is so plainly just fatphobia. You have no excuses. Sorry you don't think someone who looks like a slightly chubby micheal sheen could ever get kissed by someone who looks like David tennant, but you are not only wrong, you are also childish.

OK I'm done. Go watch good omens s2 when it comes out for my fucking sanity please. Or don't if all you are going to do is try to rip it apart like you do to all media that tries to be better.

[ritalacochona]

Episode 6,7 Headcannon to tied me over..

Wee John has had a few lines here and there but not been central to any stories yet. In the party episode, i hope we get to know John a bit better.

-Since he was always "the big guy," he was always expected to be tough, masculine, and work "man's job." Which meant hard labor. Something hard to carry "...give it to the big guy he will take care of it." It has left his back in shambles.

-By the time Stede Bonnet was looking for pirates, John needed the cushy job on the Revenge. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to make a living sacrificing his back. He didn't mention it when in the interview.

-He didn't expect to be set free from his former life when he joined the crew. Craft projects and bedtime stories that remind him of the soft boy he once was; artistic, mischievious, craving to be seen.

-The crew see him. They quickly accommodate Wee John's needs in a way he would never expect, and they would never mention. Roach giving him the only stool from his kitchen, Stede giving him jobs that require artistry over brute strength, Frenchie always there...

-When the Bonnet crew had to work for Jackie he had to return to "man's jobs." No accomodations when you need to eat. It was hard for him. The crew saw his mood grow darker with his pain but they knew he would never complain. They were his family. He needed to help them.

-In the bar one night, actors performed a story about a mermaid who doesn't know what's good for her, and a sea witch with clear no return policy. The sea witch is played by a man even bigger than John. John wonders what it's like to be so beautiful.

- The Red Flag is the second time in John's life where he felt supported. They immediately gave him the tailoring job. He worked with the gossiping girls, they got him knitting, he felt like one of them.

-Back on the Revenge, crew back together, everyone is different, everyone is in pain now. Frenchie is so changed. John wonders about the lockbox in Frenchie's head. The one they discussed on a quiet evening in their room a lifetime ago. He wonders if the lock broke.

- Everyone has their own troubles, half the crew is falling apart every other day. Wee John recedes into the background, not wanting to take up space. Getting on with it while in pain is an activity he has a lot of practice with.

-John thought Izzy was a twat before. Nasty little bugger, pining after his captain. Oh yeah, that was clear as day to John from his view on the deck.

- Now John can see other things. Izzy trying his best. Snarling and barking sound different when paired with haunted eyes. A man with the weight of the world on his back. John understands that.

- They bond over the stairs, over pain. Over knowing how to get on with it. Over watching all the crew find their places while losing musical chairs. Over continuing on anyway.

- John knits Izzy the stockings that protect his left limb from his wooden leg. Black at first, but then blue like the sea and the sky. Green, and even orange. Never purple, never red.

- When the party is announced, John remembers the story of the sea witch. Never saw the fuss about mermaids, John begins to sew a gown fit for a queen. The parts of him scared of his feminity no longer steer the ship. Izzy quietly admires that when no one is looking.

*** I am so excited to see them perform together.

[betweenbreaths]

a good drink (zoro x reader)

Summary: You learn the hard way never to steal from a pirate, especially not from a petty swordsman.

Rating: 18+ (smut - you have been warned)

A/N: Just a little self-indulgent thing I whipped up after being fed-up with my WIPs. Hope you enjoy!

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"This tastes surprisingly good," Zoro remarks, as he licks his lips clean with a smirk. Tipping his head up, he eyes the look on your face—and you can only imagine how you look like from his view. Perhaps flushed, your eyes unfocused and half-lidded, lips parted in protest from his momentary break.

"Zoro, please," you whine, fingers weaving into his green hair and tugging towards you again. His head stays stubbornly in place, not yielding to your pleas. He seems to be enjoying the sight of you begging, if the growing smirk on his face is any indication. Any other day, you would be itching to wipe it off with a good punch, but right now all you can think about is his tongue on your clit and all the sinful things he was making you feel just moments ago.

Since moving him doesn't work, you roll your hips, trying to inch closer to his mouth but it doesn't get you anywhere either. Your hands are tied securely to the bedframe by his bandana, so all you can do is lay there and let Zoro do whatever he wants with you.

Once he's decided you've stewed long enough, he plunges his hot tongue back into your folds again, causing your head to tip back with a keening moan. Your hips buck towards him before you can help it, and you feel his tongue sweep up the line of your wet slit, straight to your sensitive, pink clit. The tip of his tongue traces the nub in a circular motion, before rolling over it with more force than before and his lips close in, teeth grazing it and sucking hard.

It's like electricity is flowing through your body; the pleasure comes like sparks flying off your skin. You can hear the sound of him sucking, lapping up your juices and savouring you as if you're the finest drink he's ever had.

"Faster. Please. More," you whimper, pulling at his hair. Single words are all you can manage, other than the filthy moans leaving your mouth. You can feel it, your climax getting closer, but Zoro just isn't giving it to you.

"I'm savoring the taste of you," he replies, meeting your gaze and you can see the mirth gleaming in his eyes, "since someone stole my drink earlier."

Petty, that's what Roronoa Zoro is. Of course he would bring that up now, when he has you putty in his hands, needy and desperate for release. All you did was take the bottle lying all by itself on the kitchen counter and drink the last of it. How were you supposed to know it was his drink?

You're about to protest that he should have labelled the damn bottle in the first place, when you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, sinking into you in the next second. Whatever retort you came up with dies instantly in your throat, thoughts scattering and mind going blank as you feel yourself being filled.

His fingers pull back, and plunge into you again, all at a maddeningly slow pace. Grinding your hips into the air does nothing, as before. You can't even move your legs, one of which has been thrown over his shoulder while the other is being held by the calf and spread apart so he has full access to your wet pussy. You're helpless, in every sense of the word, and at the mercy of a particularly unforgiving man to boot.

"Got any complaints? It's your fault for stealing from a pirate."

By now you've given up on reasoning, all sense and logic having left you by now. All you can register is Zoro fingering and eating you out at the same time, and the mounting tension in your lower abdomen is starting to consume you whole.

"Z-Zoro... I'm close..."

At the sound of your whine, he suddenly stops moving. For a second, you're confused. It doesn't take long before you're making a sound of protest and tugging on his hair in a bid to get him to continue.

"Don't stop..."

"Is that how you apologise for stealing someone's drink?"

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please, make me cum." The apology tumbles out of your mouth immediately without an ounce of shame. You're eyeing his wet fingers, waiting with bated breaths for him to slide them inside you again, and to use his mouth to make you unravel completely.

"That's more like it," he says with a grin, seemingly satisfied with your hasty, desperate words, much to your relief.

His mouth closes in on you again, and his fingers thrust into you, harder and faster than before. The tips of your toes die into the bedsheets as your back arches, moaning and crying out for more.

You're so close. You can feel it, the waves of pleasure coming as Zoro sucks and plays with you, observing and drinking in every reaction you make to his ministrations.

You lose track of the seconds or minutes that pass. The tension grows and grows low in your belly like a rubber band being stretched to snapping point.

"Cum for me," Zoro says, with a light moan into your centre that has you shaking from the vibration of his deep voice against your skin.

As if under a spell, your body obeys. A loud cry of his name leaves your lips as you come, head tipping back into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm does its number on you. You feel your body quake as the man continues to go down on you, lengthening and drawing out your climax as far as he can.

Before long, your body begins to still, coming down from its pleasurable high. Your chest heaves as you pant, trying to catch your breath while your vision clears up.

Zoro's eyes meet yours then, and he pulls away from your wet, throbbing cunt, a string of your cum following his lips.

"Don't think you're getting off that easily," Zoro says, voice commanding and making you shiver. You watch in silence as he stands up, pulling out his cock. His member is stiff, standing tall and slick with pre-cum, and the sight makes your mouth water.

Zoro must have seen the desire in your eyes too, because the corner of his lips lifts into a smug smirk.

"On your knees. I'll teach you to apologise properly."

[decaydanceredacted]

joe overstimulating patrick

patrick with his hands tied to the head board and ankles tied to his thighs lying on his back with this thighs spread wide apart giving joe the perfect view of the vibrator deep in his ass

“you look so beautiful like this baby all laid out for me” joe says as he traces his finger tips lightly across patricks stomach and thighs earning a needy whine in return

“so pathetic baby so desperate already” joe wraps his hand around patricks dick and strokes with purpose wants patrick to get off as quickly as possible right now

patricks looks up at joe with his big blue eyes “mmm gonna cum joe please”

“come on baby cum for me come on” joe encourages and of course patrick obeys cumming hard all over his stomach and joe hand joe reaches up

patricks sighs expecting joe to stop stroking him but joe just keeps going until patrick is hard again

“jooeeeeee” joe removes his hand and brings it up to patricks mouth so he can lick off the cum and turns the vibrator up

“you gonna be a good boy clean me off and cum a few more times for me huh baby?”

patrick nods vigorously, hes always wanted to be so good for joe and follow all the rules and make joe proud of him

“good boy”

patrick starts letting out little whimpers wanting to be touched but also already feeling the effects of overstimulation and bucks his hips up every now and then joe can tell patrick is starting to get close again when his stomach starts contracting and he’s trying to squeeze his legs together knowing that patrick likes to be talked to, especially during climax he encourages him again

“you close baby yeah?”

patrick whimpers in response

“words patrick tell me how good you feel”

“uhhhhh soo good joe so good you make me FEEL good joe you make me so good please im gonna cum ughh please please” he moans out as he cums again

“good boy good boy you are doing so well” joe slowly slides out the vibrator and patricks shivers from the empty feeling but it doesnt last long as joe lubes up his aching cock and pushes into patricks hole patricks eyes widen as he realizes that its not over yet

“think you can cum for me one more time baby” joe says as he starts to thrust

patricks mind is a bit foggy from the two back to back orgasms already and he has to genuinely think about wether he can do a third but ultimately he wants to be a good boy and wants to try for joe so he nods

“words love” joe commands

patricks eyes meet joes and he stares at joe for a second trying to will words to come out of his mouth

“yessssss” patrick holds out the “s” sound as joe pushes hard against his prostate patricks mouth falls open drooling slightly

“god patrick its like ur made to take cock so perfect at it fuck”

patrick at this point is mindlessly whimpering and blabbering “please please please please ughhh please joe joe joe joe joe fuck fuck ughh please”

“come on baby im so close im gonna cum cum with me patrick come on”

joe takes patrick overly sensitive cock into his hand and strokes he also pulls out and uses his other hand to jerk himself joe ends up coming first all over patrick stomach and chest painting him

“good boy my good boy cum for me” joe says and leans down to kiss patrick hard on the lips

and patrick does with a very loud high pitch whine panting and breathy and completely floating his body twitching and his face scrunches up

“you did so well you are so perfect patrick so perfect for me” joe starts rambling as he unties patricks hand and ankles kissing where the rope made indents and rubbing over the red marks

joe ends up getting patricks into the bath washing his hair and body and giving him adequate praise and worship until hes all clean and they can go to bed for much needed cuddling and sleep

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