#lorna shore thots

[lilgarbitch]

Will Thots🥰

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

CW: he just loves to talk…even to talk you through it

Author’s Note: My adoration for this man is never-ending and it’s becoming harder to shut me up about it so I’m just gonna yap here❤️

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @follow-me-down-to-wonderland

Everyone who knows Will knows that he loves to talk. And everyone who knows him could never hate it. He’s insanely hyper and just overall adorable. He’s the most sociable person you’ve ever met. That person who starts up conversations with people in the same aisle as him in convenience stores, even if you’re on a 3 AM 7/11 trip for munchies. Despite his tattoos and frat boy-like style, the second he opens his mouth, strangers lose any former judgement and begin to adore him just as much as you do.

He’s the kind of guy to start conversations back up like they never ended, even after not seeing someone for months. When you go out with him to events pertaining to his band or even just gatherings of friends with friends of friends you’ve never even known existed, everyone has and will speak to him at least once, if not spend the whole night in the conversation he is oh so willing to let drift from topic to topic, as long as it means he can connect with people and make new friends.

Even when you two are alone, the conversation never dies. It occasionally gets to a point where you’re about to tape his mouth shut when you have to keep rewinding scenes of tv shows, whether you’re missing out on important parts, or you’ve been trying to get him to catch onto the plot twist of a show you love, yet he keeps asking questions that will literally be answered if he just paid attention.

But you also love that about him. Even watching the scariest movies together, he’s cracking jokes and saying whatever comes to mind, always leading to the two of you having to either pause or rewind because you were laughing so hard. It even gave you the freedom to start speaking your own thoughts on things, no longer holding back questions or jokes in fear it’ll never land. If he was confident enough to speak without worry, who says you can’t?

Another thing he never held back from was his compliments. Even if the two of you were bumming out in bed, mid aggressive battle of a video game or just working on a Minecraft world together, him working towards building up his inventory to fight the ender dragon and you decorating the block mansion you created for the two of you, he’d take every chance he got to give you that cheesy gorgeous smile and tell you that you were the most beautiful person he’s ever met. To tell you that, even though your hair was a rats nest from not brushing it yet that day, the color you just had done was looking out of this world amazing. He’d compare you to whatever came to his mind in that moment. Describing your eyes like nature sights you two visited or how he wished you could just wear his t shirts and boxers out to dinner with him because they just looked so hot on you.

Reader discretion is advised. MDNI

There wasn’t a situation in which he stopped talking. You were never one that thought you enjoyed dirty talk that much, but once you started dating Will, you didn’t think you could ever live without it.

He would be blunt about it. You two would just be relaxing on the couch when he’d turn to you and, saying with his whole chest, admit how badly he needed to taste you. It caught you off guard the first time, but the more he was open with how desperately he was for you, you were worried you’d start getting off with just his words.

And you couldn’t let him know that. Because if he found out, you already knew he’d start whispering things in your ear in public. Because he took every chance he had to talk, especially to prove to you just how much he loved, adored, and needed you. It never ended. Out of the bedroom, and in.

The way his voice would rasp as he told you how good you felt around him. He’d use every sultry adjective in the book to describe what he felt, always saying the most perfect thing, even if his mind wasn’t fully there. He’d use the most sensually words when you made love, and the most lewd descriptions when he needed it rough and dirty.

Even when you were pleasing him and his mind was a jumbled mess of pleasure, he still kept trying. A whiny ‘fuck’ here and a groaned ‘holy shit’ there. He never stopped talking. And you think you may have enjoyed that more. The way he’d slur his words as he tried so hard to tell you how good you were making him feel. The way his eyes would squeeze shut and his head would be thrown back and you finally thought you’ve reduced him to nothing but squirms and whimpers, he’d manage to throw in a ‘you’re fucking perfect’ with what little voice he had left.

And, boy, was this man an absolute king at aftercare. Even if you two were completely winded, he’d hold you close and whisper how perfect you were in every way. As the two of you slowly dozed off, he’d tell you how much he loved you and how you changed his life for the better from the moment you joined it, even if he was mumbling and slurring his half-asleep words.

And he was always had to be the last one to say ‘I love you,’ even if it meant a 10 minute long, back and forth battle.

[circle-with-me]

This photo needs it’s own post. I don’t think I have to explain why 🥵

Photo: thewillramos

[circle-with-me]

i— you… just… oh my GODDDDDDDD.

Smile for the Camera

I had this thot while writing for Dirty Boy and was kinda bummed I didn’t think of the idea for that series sooner (shameless plug for Pretty Boy), and @circle-with-me’s camboy!Jolly blurb fed the brainworms I was neglecting, so have some more Noah and Will, but camboy!Will edition. And in typical me fashion, this sooo got away from me so enjoy the longer, kind jumbled thot.

18+ below the cut. (1.6k words)

He just kind of stumbled upon the live stream one day. He was already scrolling thru only half searching for something new, but something about this particular stream caught his eye. Maybe it was the tattoos, maybe it was his physique, maybe it was the quick little preview of the hand sliding a wand up the length of his cock, but something enticed Noah to check in.

Trembling thighs and fingers, heavy panting, and the most pitifully beautiful whines were waiting for him. Noah watched, entranced by the flexing muscles of the man’s stomach and writhing hips that begged to chase after the vibrating wand every time he moved it away.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” He said softly, absolutely breathless.

Noah’s cock twitched, but he chose to ignore it. He was more focused on his screen.

The wand moved back to the base of the cock and slowly, agonizingly slowly, worked up to the tip. The man arched with the most obscene groan Noah thinks he’s ever heard and dropped the wand, semen erupting from his cock, making quite the mess of his thighs and who knows how overstimulated cock. He drops more money than he usually would on this kind of thing, simply because… well he isn’t sure, but far be it from him to deny he enjoyed the show.

His breath catches a little when the man moves the camera to show more of his mess and then his face. His skin is flushed, tacky with sweat. Heavy eyes of deep brown looked back at him with a small smile adorning his pretty, pink lips. There’s a piercing in his nose that catches in the light and large plugs in ears. A lone singular hoop is looped above one of them. Disheveled, pink curly hair paired nicely with the hue on his cheeks. He reads something from his chat and he laughs—pure and loud, face scrunched up.

Pretty. Oh so pretty.

Noah didn’t know what brought him to the stream—but he knew this was the stream that kept him coming back.

Soon, Noah finds himself a regular and top supporter. He’s sure the money could be going to something more useful, but he’s happy to give Will a nice chunk of change. Pretty boys deserve pretty things and it makes Noah giddy to know his money is being spent properly.

Will always messaged Noah when he bought himself something nice—be it jewelry, clothes, cologne, toys, or something as simple and mundane as dinner even if it was take out.

They’d amassed quite the catalog of innocent and salacious conversations. Noah constantly had to remind himself this was strictly transactional and his pretty little whore wasn’t just for him. Will had to remind himself of the same—business is business; surely he was reading too far into the more than flirty messages. After all, he was just some guy. Noah was a name with no face.

The weird but welcoming warmth that filled him with tingles and sent his heart in a tizzy was simply because Noah was his favorite regular.

Typically, Will didn’t accept gifts. A few scary encounters and bad apples made him extremely weary. He had a long process in place just in case. Despite Noah’s kindness and respectful nature, he was still apprehensive, but eventually he agreed—and in a month's time, he received a discreet box. Before he even opened it, he sent a picture of him excitedly holding the box, a full cheesy ear to ear grin to match. Will promised to open it and use it on stream—an impromptu viewer’s choice, special for him. Whatever he wanted. He needed only to ask.

Noah was elated to see his gift in Will’s hand—eyes sparkling with wonder and anticipation. He told him nothing else other than it was a new dildo. It was one of his bigger toys, he knew that. He dropped a big sum of money, telling him he couldn’t wait to see how deep he could work it inside him. Will’s expression lit up when he recognized the username.

“For you, I’ll make it fit.” Will winked, and Noah felt his cheeks warm.

He watched in awe as Will slowly brought the tip to his mouth, gracing it with short pecks before slipping past his lips—those lips Noah thought so much of, those lips that he wished he could taste. Those lips he wished were wrapped around his actual cock instead of his hand. Fuck, he wanted him so badly. Had he gone too far? Evidently not if Will was using the toy.

Will managed to get half of the silicone down before gagging—ever determined though, he swallowed more, struggling against his body’s resistance. He choked on a cough and pulled the toy from his mouth, gasping for breath. He loved a good throatfucking, but it was so hard to do by himself.

Pretty, was all Noah said with his next chat—and he knows Will read it with the way his cheeks flushed.

Will clicked around for a moment, and then a second camera angle appeared. It was recording the lower half of his body, legs and cock on full display. He waved to both cameras—a gesture Noah found incredibly endearing. A few more clicks and both camera angles filled the screen.

Noah wasn’t sure where to look. There was too much to take in—Will teasing himself by rubbing his cock with the toy, writhing and bucking his hips, his mouth hung open and gasping for breath, the slender fingers, the flick of his tongue when he licked his lips. It was all too much to focus on.

But he kept all his focus on Will’s hand when he started prepping his hole. Slick finger sliding in and out, stilling inside while he grinded down. Noah could tell he was curling them up by the way his wrist contorted.

Noah groaned loudly, not caring at all who may have heard, when Will eased the fake cock down to the hilt. The muscles in his neck and jaw tensed and Noah swore he saw a sprinkling of tears line his lashes. He couldn’t belief pretty he was, how fucking beautiful he looked—just genuinely the prettiest fucking boy he’s ever seen.

So fucking pretty falling apart on my cock.

Pretty. Oh so pretty.

Will bit down on his lip hard to keep Noah’s name contained. In the privacy of his own space away from prying eyes was one thing (he hadn’t even sent Noah a personalized video of him gasping his name), but under the gaze of an audience was another—even if this was specifically for one person.

His whole body felt the heavy, heaving breaths; it was like he needed all his muscles to breathe. Dizziness filled his vision and head with every inhale and exhale.

“Oh fuck,” Will gasped, clutching the arm rest for dear life, “I’m gonna— N—“

The rest of his air burst through his lungs. Will succumbed to the intense, mind blowing pleasure, blissfully soaring high above everything. His whimpers ran wild. Endlessly, his seed spilled, spurting everywhere and making a huge mess all over his desk. He’s certain he’d never cum so much and intensely in his entire life.

And neither had Noah—his hand and cock covered in semen, his own breathing strained and labored. He looked between his mess and Will’s, wondering how he tasted and if he could make him cum like that if given the chance. Noah closed his eyes and licked two of his fingers cleaning. He tried his best to pretend it was Will.

Will sat quietly for a long while with closed eyes, replenishing his breath and energy. As he removed the dildo, the slow drag sent a shudder down his spine and to his toes. He sighed softly at the emptiness. Before he even used it, he knew this would not only be a new favorite of his, but also his viewers.

Smile for the camera, someone said. He chuckled, happily obliging—sweet, soft, and fucked out. It may not have been for Noah, but who would stop from thinking it was?

A familiar ping sounded from his phone.

He made his goodbyes quick, thanking everyone for their time and support and shut down the stream. He scrunched his face at the mess on his desk, dreading the clean up. It could wait just a longer though. Will was curious to know what Noah sent.

A photo of his stream on his laptop was in the background and hardly the focal point. What caught his attention was a messy hand and softening dick and accompanying text:

My pretty little whore, you've made a mess of me.

Will couldn’t help the half moaning gasp or the throb of his cock. Tattoos littered his arm and hand. How funny he knew how his dick looked—and to some extent, felt—before he knew what he looked like.

He stared at a puddle of semen then without a second thought, collected most of it on his fingers. He opened the camera on his phone and smeared his cum on his tongue, snapping a picture before swallowing it down.

You’ve made a mess of me too.

The next morning, Will woke to a message from Noah. Half asleep, he grabbed his phone and opened it. The lingering tiredness clinging to his bones quickly dissipated upon seeing the photo. A gorgeous man—one of the most gorgeous he’s ever seen stared sleepily at him. Impossibly dark brown eyes. Tousled soft, short brown hair. Bare chested and covered in more tattoos. The cutest pout. Will’s heart skipped.

Look at me when you’re fucking my cock later.

[caitcoreeeee]

I need some motivation to get into the flow of writing again because I have 2 fics lined up but can’t find the motivation to start them (a Nick Folio one shot and a Matt Honeycutt one shot) I’ve been working like a dog (I work at a daycare and those kids kill me) and I come home exhausted but bored and need stuff to do so I thought maybe sending some prompts in for little blurbs or thots might help me find the passion again!! I can write for any of the bad omens boys, Lorna shore, MIW, Sleep token, Matt Honeycutt, oli Sykes so please please give me something guys!!!

[foli-vora]

I saw you reblogged a gif set of Kylo Ren 😍. Are…..are we………we thinkin some thots?

Also, I saw Lorna Shore in October and the drumming was face melting and the very capable very sweaty drummer!Din popped in my head :)

god when am i NOT thinking thots about that emotionally stunted man?? i’ve been weak for kylo/ben since day 1 lmaoo. i’ll look into finishing some of the random ass things i’ve got collecting dust in the docs!

OOOOH. ooh yesss. imagine just chilling at his apartment, watching him practise and thirsting over the bead of sweat that would just ever so slowly slide down his temple. his arms tho. drummer arms are good arms. i’d probably knock his drum set over throwing myself at him tbh.

[lilgarbitch]

Will Thots👀

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

CW: He’s home, burnt to a crisp, exhausted, and just really needs to be near you. grinding, p in v (unprotected, don’t be them)

Author’s Note: Going off of last thot and everything Lorna Shore has been doing and posting lately, what’s Will like when he’s finally worn out? When he’s finally back home from touring and exploring?

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @oobleoob

You always loved Will’s energy, always having the best time even if the two of you were just relaxing at home. But there were a few occasions where Will was just utterly exhausted and couldn’t be at full capacity, today being one of them.

The band just got home from playing in Hawaii and touring Australia and you were honestly surprised he didn’t get sun poisoning. Everyday, you watched his socials and all the pictures and videos he sent you of him exploring with his band and the others, having a blast. You were honestly jealous you couldn’t join him, until you caught sight of him when he stepped off the plane, the exhausted smile as he dragged his suitcase and own feet towards you. His lazy hug was like being wrapped in blankets that just got out of the dryer, and you were honestly worried he got too much sun with how he was still holding the heat in his skin, but he promised he was just a little burnt and that his Puerto Rican skin could handle it.

The ride home was full of mumbled stories of his trip, him slouched in the passenger seat as he told you all about the different sights he saw, the animals he met, and the shows he played. You joined in by telling him all about what the cats have been up to and how much they missed him, speaking in a soft voice since his wasn’t much louder.

When you finally arrived home, you helped him carry some things in, already seeing the effect of being home slow him down as his body finally began to relax. He greeted and snuggled with the cats as you made a late lunch for the two of you, just opting to eat on the couch, watching some tv and talking together. As you washed the dishes, he came up behind you and gave you another hug, telling you again just how much he missed you. You turned around and gave him a proper hug, both of you needing the comfort after 2 weeks of being apart.

“Can we just cuddle today?” he mumbled into your neck, holding you close to him, “I just wanna lay down with you.”

“Of course, baby,” you tell him in a sweet voice before he gently tugs you with him towards the bedroom.

He pulls you down onto the bed with him, tugging you close and burying his face back into your neck. One thing about Will is that he adored physical touch, especially cuddles. So if he was extra tired, he had to get as close to you as possible. Simply holding him was not enough. He’d tangle your legs together, wrapping one of your legs over his hip as he wrapped his around your other. He’d have his arms wrapped around your waist extra tight, forcing yours to go around his head as he muzzled into you.

Reader discretion is advised. MDNI

Depending on his exhaustion levels, he’d sometimes talk to you about anything and everything, but tonight, you figured he just wanted to hold you. That was until you felt his breathing pick up slightly.

“I just missed you so much, baby,” he softly groaned against your neck as he somehow pulled you even closer, squeezing you tighter.

And thats when you felt it. The growing hardness pressed against your thigh. You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before his hand slipped down to pull your leg closer and for him to start grinding against you, his thigh rubbing against your core in the process.

Weak grunts and groans muffled against your neck, mixing in with your quickened breath as he rocked his hips, rubbing his bulge against your upper thigh. You used your leg wrapped around his hip to hold him close and match his movements, needing more friction.

He huffs and starts lazily tugging at your bottoms, causing you two to work together to remove them before he unzips his jeans, pulling them down just enough to release his cock, pulling on and hooking your leg over his hip again, and slowly easing himself into you.

He returns to his earlier position, holding you tight with his face buried in your shoulder before slowly pulling out, then pushing back in. Languid thrusts matching each heavy breath in your ear.

Soon, he’s gripping the back of your shirt and your arms are pulling him even closer, one of your hands resting on the back of his head, gently tugging at his roots as soft whimpers and whines fill the room.

His hips pick up slightly, and you know he’s getting closer as he moans slurred words of pleasure into your neck. He angles his hips, causing him to brush against your clit with every thrust, helping pull you closer to the edge with him.

His movements get sloppier as he nears his climax, groaning and gripping you even tighter as he spills inside of you. He doesn’t stop his movements, pressing his lips to your neck and adding more pressure against your clit until you finally join him, letting out a whine and tightening your leg around him.

He places soft kisses against your neck and mumbles how much he loves you, waiting to move from the position you two were in because he just needed to stay as close to you as possible.

After cleaning up and changing into comfier clothes, you two keep your promise and continue to cuddle the rest of the night, occasionally getting up for snacks, but mainly just holding each other close and talking about whatever came to mind, wanting nothing more than to just be with each other.

[lilgarbitch]

More Will Thots🤗

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

CW: chubby!reader, stealing each other’s clothes, a lil smutty worship

Author’s Note: Bigger gals and skinny boys is the perfect combo in my head. (yeah very self indulgent bc god i love them tatted and lanky) (also if you see me post that middle picture again just with noah’s back tats shhhh you didn’t see anything)

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @oobleoob

You’ve never really gone for the skinny boys. You’ve had friends here and there tell you about some surprising ‘quirks’ the skinny ones tend to share, but you just giggled along with them and went about your day, never really seeing the point in trying and facing the rejection. After all, the skinny ones never seemed to give you any attention, so you felt like your future of muscular dad bods was set in stone. Until you met Will.

Will almost seemed intimidating by you when he first spoke to you, sheepishly rambling about things to keep the conversation going, and backtracking his own opinions if they went against yours, even though it was only things as simple as favorite bands or what you prefer to drink at the bar.

You almost didn’t even catch onto his attraction towards you, assuming he was simply sociable and people-pleasing, until he built up the courage to ask if you wanted to head back to his place. And who were you to pass up on an offer like that? To spend the night with a heavily tatted, extremely attractive and straight up adorable man, who just happened to give you a chance to test your friend’s words. And let’s just say they couldn’t have been more correct.

And then you saw him again. And again. And cute dates and occasional booty calls turned into sleepovers and some of your clothes now ending up in his drawers. To meeting each other’s friends and being able to travel with him to nearby shows.

But now you had to face what life would be like actually dating someone who looked different than you. It was different than your last relationships in a few ways. Nothing too crazy, but they were still things you instantly picked up on.

It took a while for you to not feel insecure, hoping he wasn’t silently judging when you wore certain things, having heard a few comments in the past about what you could and couldn’t wear. But every time you stepped out with Will in tiny shirts and short skirts, you’ve never felt more attractive. It was like his hands couldn’t stay off of you. His eyes always watching your ass as you walked away or your cleavage when you laughed at one of his jokes. And it was never an insulting kind of stare, one where you thought he only saw you for your attractive features or if he was judging the way your stomach rolled. You could see in his eyes that he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

But one big thing you quickly realized when spending more time with him, especially just hanging out at his place, was how much you missed being able to wear your partner’s clothes. To wear a hoodie that smelled like them or being able to steal a shirt because you liked their style. You wished you could wear his clothes, but you had pushed that idea out of your mind the second it came.

That was until the day you woke up to him getting ready for the day, groggily getting out of his bed and heading towards the bathroom to give him a morning kiss and brush your teeth, when you saw he was wearing a new shirt. One that looked very familiar to the one you left here two weeks ago. But it fit him just like the rest of his shirts. The slightly baggy shirts he always seemed to enjoy more than the fitted ones.

He finally caught you staring, looking down, thinking he had something on his shirt, before realizing it wasn’t his shirt. He gave you a sheepish smile, like he was just silently asking to borrow it, completely oblivious to the thoughts racing through your mind.

And that was the day you threw on one of his hoodies, it feeling like he was there, hugging you, as you enjoyed the scent of his cologne and detergent. Now, anytime he had to travel for shows, you finally had a way to feel close to him, stealing a shirt or two before dropping him off at the airport.

And you absolutely adored the late night and early morning cuddles. You had never met someone so cuddly before and you two truly fit together like puzzle pieces. You always hated being reduced down to a ‘Gives good hugs’ girl, but now you felt truly appreciated for it. The way he always used you as a pillow no matter how you laid, even falling asleep while playing on his phone and using your ass as a cushion.

Reader discretion is advised. MDNI

And despite not looking it, that man was strong as hell. He never thought twice before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. You quickly learned that you didn’t have to worry hurting him while sitting on his lap, as he wanted you on top more often than not, mesmerized by the way your body moved when you rode him.

And he absolutely loved having something to grab. Whether it was your ass, thighs, or hips when taking you from behind or below, or the way your breasts spilled through his hands when he held them. He was always touching you, holding onto a part of your body in desperation, proving to you that he couldn’t be more obsessed with how you felt under his touch.

But one thing he loved more than anything else was having your thighs wrapped around his head. The feeling of you almost crushing him as you came. The first time he was able to convince you to sit on his face, he almost came right then and there just by having you so close to him, surrounding him as he devoured you.

[lilgarbitch]

speaking of... can u write a dom!will thot where like. bratty!reader is teasing him/pushing his buttons all day until he finally snaps and takes you home early (from whatever event theyre at) so he can punish you (please)

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

CW: Dom!Will, bratty!Reader, over stimulation, fingering, squirting, aftercare!!!!!!

Author’s Note: Giggled when I got this request last night. Thank you so much for the idea! I tried making it correlate to the holiday and I hope you enjoy❤️ (Also, I really wanted to post this earlier, but tumblr literally kicked me out before I could save half of it so I lost so much and had to rewrite, so I apologize that it’s technically not still Valentine’s Day for most people.)

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @oobleoob

You were giggling as you ran around the mall with Will, his enthusiasm for your childish theatrics slowly dying down with each store you passed. It started off as a cute little Valentine’s date, where he promised you a shopping trip, since he never felt that flowers and chocolates were enough to show his appreciation for you. But the more you constantly snuck away from him, causing him to lose you deep in the store, or loudly whined about a certain product, despite knowing he’d get it for you anyway, the more you were starting to push his buttons.

All it took was one look, and you knew you finally did it. He had finally caught onto your tricks and knew who you were trying to pull out of him. Everyone always saw Will as this adorable golden retriever of a boy. That he was always up for a day of playfulness and adventure. It was true, he was the epitome of whimsy and excitement. But what no one knew was that you held a special little place in his heart where he let his other side come out.

If you pushed his buttons just right, you’d pull out your favorite version of him.

As you two walked into the next store, his hand holding yours tight, as to not let you wander anymore, you couldn’t help but dramatically swing his arm with yours with an enthusiastic, excited smile on your face. I mean, hell, you were being absolutely spoiled in that moment AND knew that once you got home, he’d put you in place like you so desperately needed. What better way to spend Valentine’s Day?

You dragged him through the store, pointing out every cute thing you saw, and every time you glanced back to him, beaming, you could see that his smile was turning more and more sinister and demanding. You could practically hear the thoughts playing in his head. And if that wasn’t enough to bring out the full brat, I don’t know what was.

You eased up for a moment, happily walking alongside him through the clothes and accessories. But the second his hand slipped from yours as he reached for something to show you, about to ask if you liked it, you were gone.

You were slipping in and out of aisles, keeping your head down so it didn’t peak over the racks. Once you felt you were far enough, you stopped to glance at the wall of products, trying to decide one last thing for him to buy you. Your eyes caught on something, and as you slipped further down the aisle to get a closer look, you felt his presence permeating from behind you.

“Do you want this one, baby?” he mumbled into your ear, his voice practically a growl as you felt his hand slide up your spine and hook around the back of your neck with a possessive grip.

All you could do was nod, not trusting your voice, already filled with both excitement and sinful fear. He delicately grabbed the item and walked you two to the register.

You feel his warm fingers holding you tight and keeping you upright as you trailed beside him like a lost puppy. Once you reached the register, he softened his grip, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin as he meticulously pulled out his card with one hand and tapped it against the reader, paying for your second to last gift that night. His hand stayed there the whole walk from the store to his car. His fingers occasionally giving a small squeeze, his thumb hooking under your jaw to keep your head straight forward. All while he lazily walked beside you, each of your bags on his wrist, because the boy would never let his lady carry her own bags, even if his mind raced with sinister plans.

The whole drive home was silent, him knowing the tension in the air worked you up even more, especially when his hand would slip to your thigh every time he wasn’t holding the gearshift. It was simple, gentle touches. A light pat every time he checked his blind spot to merge. A slow graze of his fingers at every stop light. But you knew the power he held behind them. The dominant energy drifting through you two with every touch.

Once you pulled up to the house, he gracefully slid out of the car, spinning towards the back seat to grab your bags for you. He stayed silent. And a silent Will could only ever mean two things. Either he was tired and wanted to cuddle, or he was formulating a plan in his head. And you knew better to expect the first. You were practically shaking in your seat as Will circled the car and opened the door for you, a sly smile on his face as you stood onto your shaky legs and he lead you up to the front door and into the house. Once inside, he set your bags down and turned to you, gently reaching for your chin to face you towards him.

“I love you more than anything else in this whole world. And I hope you had an amazing day shopping with me,” he started with a sweet soft tone, looking into your eyes with the utmost love and adoration, before it quickly turned darker and his voice deepened into an almost growl, “But now it’s time for my present. Get your ass in the bedroom. I don’t want to see a single piece of fabric on your body when I get in there.”

He then dropped his hand and slapped your ass. Hard. Before turning to pick your bags back up to put your new gifts away. You instantly scurried off towards the bedroom, adrenaline, excitement, and fear pumping through your veins, your panties already soaked. You had no idea what he had planned. Every punishment was always different. Just two weeks ago, he spent hours building you up, getting you closer and closer, just to stop right before you came, every time. Hours. Then, he finally forced an orgasm out of you, riding it out until you were seeing stars and could no longer control your body, every muscle trembling and spasming until you woke up the next morning.

You were thankful he never stuck to the same punishment twice, at least not in a row, because you wouldn’t be able to handle that tonight. But something about that look in his eyes earlier had you convinced that tonight’s punishment was going to be more than torture.

You were dropping clothes as you ran, not wanting to disobey him anymore than you already have. By the time you were naked, spread open and dripping onto the bed, you heard him stalking towards the bedroom and your heart was close to bursting out of your chest. He walked into the room with a smirk on his face, slinging his shirt off as his eyes trailing over your body, a sinister aura radiating off of him as he got closer.

“So, you thought it was funny what you did earlier? Being a little brat in public, knowing I had to wait to correct you?” He asked as he rested his hands on the bed near your feet, slowly moving closer like an animal stalking his prey. “You even giggled as you did it, like you knew exactly what you were doing.”

"N-no, Sir," you stutter out. The confidence you had earlier long gone from the look in his eyes, one telling you that you had royally fucked up today.

"You sure? You seemed to be having some fun making a fool of me. I was doing something so nice for you, and you couldn't even stay by my side. What happened to my obedient little slut, huh?" He was creeping closer, now hovering over you. He slowly trailed his hand up your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before slipping it around your jaw, holding your face to keep your eyes locked on his, " Am I gonna have to buy you a leash so you don't run away next time?"

The way he said it made you realize that he was serious, and it didn’t shock you one bit. Even though you two kept this part of your relationship a secret, Will would never be against showing his ownership of you in public. And honestly, you weren’t opposed either.

He chuckled when he watched you actually debate his words, and he knew he’d have to save that idea for later.

“So, you didn’t make me mad on purpose? You just knew exactly what to do to piss me off, and accidentally did it all?” He continued, staring down at you with a raised eyebrow as his dominant hold slipped down to your neck, his eyes following his hand as it wrapped perfectly around your throat. Not squeezing, but just showing you the power he had in that moment.

“No..I didn’t try to make you mad, Sir...” you whisper out, staring up at him with pleading eyes. Your breath hitched when his eyes snapped back up to yours, even more dominating than before.

“Oh, so you’re lying now, too? You really want this, don’t you?” he practically scolded as he lifted his other hand, now bearing his weight on the hand on your throat, his knuckled taking most of it but his palm and thumb applying good pressure as he slid the other down your body.

You couldn’t help but answer in a whimper, already getting flashbacks to last punishment and not wanting to relive that. He watched the way you pleaded with him with just your eyes as his hand slid even further, before finally slipping between your thighs. You knew better than to move, either squirming away or pressing against him both leading to a harsher punishment, so all you could do was take it.

He stared down at you as his fingers slipped between your folds, groaning lightly as he felt how wet you were. He gently collected your slick before focusing on your clit. Your breathing picked up as he began circling it. He usually started slow, but not tonight. He applied the exact pressure and speed you needed and within moments, you could already feel it building in your stomach, especially when you’re staring right into his eyes with his hand still on your throat

You couldn’t stop whimpering, worrying that he’d stop at any moment like last time. As you felt the knot in your stomach building more and more, you didn’t dare let your eyes fall back or move a single muscle, not wanting to give him a reason to stop.

Within a few more moments, your back arched and you let out a loud whine as you came, still trying to keep your eyes locked on his. As you try to catch your breath, he doesn’t ease up.

And he doesn’t stop even after he pulls two more out of you. After the second, you instinctively reached down to push his hands away, to which he immediately grabbed and held above your head. You were stuck and he wasn’t stopping.

He finally pulls away, giving your sensitive clit a break for the first time in twenty minutes, but his fingers swiftly move down. Slipping one finger in, you couldn’t help but gasp. Tears were starting to brim your eyes as he began pumping a single finger, curling it perfectly to hit the sweet spot, causing an unintelligible groan to escape your lips.

He continued pumping, hitting that spot over and over again until he pulled another orgasm from you. Sweat covered your forehead and you could feel the puddle forming under your ass, but he still didn’t stop. You were reduced to nothing but spasming thighs and whines as he kept going.

“Oohhh, I know, sweetheart,” he whined condescendingly, mocking you before adding another finger, increasing your sounds.

Tears were streaming down your face, your head thrown back and you couldn’t stop tugging at your arms still trapped under his grip, but he still wasn’t stopping.

“Come on, baby girl. Give me another. You can do it,” he encouraged, his attention switching back and forth between your face and his fingers pumping inside of you, not wanting to miss either sight.

As he sped up his movement, his fingers hitting your sweet spot even faster, you were almost screaming as you felt another orgasm building. You could barely even pay attention to anything, the pleasure so overwhelming. So much so that when you finally came that one last time, somehow more powerful than the rest, you swear you almost blacked out.

All you could sense was that he finally removed his fingers and lifted his hand from your wrists before trying to gently scoop you up and hold you close to him. Tears were still streaming down your face and your throat hurt from all the noises you made. As he moved you to bring you closer to him, you felt the giant wet spot as you moved your leg, and you realized what he was trying to achieve.

Once you were securely in his arms, he slowly lifted you up and carried you into the bathroom. He carefully sat you down on the sink counter as he turned to the tub to turn it on. Soon, steam started filling the room and he scooped you back up before softly placing you in the tub.

“I’ll be back in a minute, darling. I’m gonna go change the sheets,” he said with a small kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“I really made a mess, didn’t I?” you asked, your voice raspy and weak. He chuckled and nodded before leaving.

Once he returned, he stripped from his pants and boxers, ones you only now realized he was still wearing after all this time, and slid into the tub behind you. He gently pulled you back so you were leaning against his chest, and wrapped his arms around you.

“You have a good day, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear, causing you to softly chuckle.

Despite the torturous punishment, it was easy for you to reply, “The best.”

[malice-ov-mercy]

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