#oh no slutty one you have finally intrigued me!

[lamphous]

rn the firefighter show is playing the cheesy ass song that's right before louis prima enjoy yourself in the house md finale and I so I have nothing to do but laugh and laugh and laugh. not a shred of pathos in this moment. foreman's end table is wobbly. you will never be foreman's wobbly end table.

[darlingsfandom]

“Happy , I could die”

kinktober day four.

pairing: Patrica Kitten Braden x Fem Reader!

TW: throat fucking, semi public, fingering, p in v!

The cool fall breeze made you shiver as you walked the dark streets of London. People were stumbling here and there all dressed up in costumes ranging from innocent to sexy to bizarre but hey that’s what Halloween is all about ! Being as that you’re the single one of your friend group you decided to be a bunny because it’s a classic slutty costume !

Your friends had left you at the bar as they left to go to another Halloween party that you didn’t care to go to. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself you had decided to just go for a walk and clear your head. As you found yourself walking some bright red lights pulled you in and made you raise an eyebrow. It was a peep show !

The smell of perfume and alcohol hit you strong as you nervously walked into the building. To your surprise it wasn’t as busy as you thought it would be and you were the only female there wasn’t a show girl. The men that were there did notice you but you covered your face as you scurried down until you found a closed window that had no one waiting. It made you a little sad but maybe she wasn’t open? But the green light above her window was on so you sat down in the chair, pulled your hair over your shoulder and adjusted your corset as you sat before you found yourself sliding the coin into the slot and her window opened.

“Well hello…” her voice was a little deep yet intriguing . “Thank you for coming to me, how can I help you handsome ?”

A small giggle left your lips and her ears perked up.

“You think I’m handsome ?” You spoke softly and Kittens face went soft.

“Oh my! A pretty girl at my window! That’s new. How can I help you sweetheart?” Kitten sat there on her swing slowly tracing the top of her pink little lingerie .

“Well it’s Halloween and all my friends went to a party so…”

“That’s a shame! I bet you’re dressed as cute as you sound!” Kitten stood up and walked towards the glass. She leaned in , blew a kiss and gave you a wink which made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m a bunny!” A blush covered your cheeks.

Kitten felt her heart race. How could she be in love with you already ? You sounded adorable.

“A bunny? How classic of you darling!” She purred before running her fingertips down the glass. It was a slow night and she did have her own private room that wasn’t supposed to be used in other ways but her and some of the girls would use their own rooms when they wanted! Kitten but her bottom lip before walking away. Her window stayed open as she walked to the side door and whistled making you whip your head around.

She stood there with a hand on her hip and the other high on the door frame. Kitten used her index finger to signal you over. Her eyes went wide as you got closer allowing the light to show you off. You looked more adorable than she had pictured. She grabbed your hand , pulled you in close and shut the door as she walked you back to her room.

“We’re not supposed to do this really unless you pay but you… you’re just so… I’m going to make an exception darling.” Her hand slid up your arm making goosebumps appear. Kitten lead you onto the bed and sat on the edge before patting the spot for you to sit down. You sat down nervously chewing on your bottom lip as her hand rested on your fishnet covered thigh massaging it slowly while she moved closer to you. Your heart was pounding until you finally leaned in and kissed her! Both of you smiled against each others lips allowing a small giggle to leave your lips.

“What’s the matter darling? Never kissed a girl before?” She asked while moving her hand between your thighs.

“No no I have! Usually I don’t make the first move. You’re just so… wow!” Is all you could come up with because her hand was slowly massaging your pussy through the material of the costume. Your eyes closed slowly as kitten added pressure against your pussy with her fingers.

Kitten leaned in closer. “I’ll have you screaming wow soon beautiful girl.” She nibbled slowly on your ear lobe making you whine which turned her on even more. Kitten licked the shell of your ear before she pulled you on top of her.

Her lips crashed into yours as your hands ran across her chest. Kitten slipped her tongue into your mouth making you moan into it. Your hands gripped at the pink material of her lingerie while her hands ran down your back and gripped your ass massaging it heavily.

“Breed me !” Slipped out of your mouth making the both of you freeze. Anxiety filled you quickly! How could you have said that? Is she going to be offended ?

“Of course bunny! I’ll breed you! That’s what you’re good for.” Kitten pushed you off of her making you stumbled a little before unsnapping the crotch of your costume, putting you on your knees on the edge of the bed and smiling as she seen your wet pussy for the first time. “Oh bunny, you’re dripping already ! You know you’re the first girl I’ve had back here? Such a pretty little girl.” Kittens fingers traced along your folds gently before she slipped them inside of you making you gasp.

“Oh!” Your lips made the perfect O as she pumped her fingers in your cunt. You started panting like a bitch in heat , sticking your tongue out which made her hard. Kittens free hand reached down and rubbed her cock in front of you to which you whined watching her.

“What’s the matter pretty girl? Do you need my cock too?” Kitten teased you before she lifted up her lingerie and showed off her pink lacey covered cock.

“Please! I need pretty girl cock!” You gave her begging eyes which made her cock twitch.

“Anything you want bunny.” She dropped her panties while still working her fingers in you but deeper and faster. Before you could even gaze upon her cock, Kitten had the head of her cock in your mouth making you drool a little. Your eyes watered as she pushed her cock down your throat which made your mascara drip down your cheeks making Kitten moan at the sight. You looked so beautiful like this and she didn’t even know your name!

Kitten ran her fingers through your hair being careful of the cute bunny headband you had on. She couldn’t help but touch you every second. Her fingers slowly pulled out of you so she could lick them clean while she watched you swallow her cock until your nose was pressed into her pelvic bone. How did the universe manage to send you to her ? You should’ve been dressed as an angel! A small curse left her lips as you gagged on her cock, drool spilling down your chin as you bobbed your head back and forth taking her all the way down. You pulled away with a loud gasp allowing the string of spit connect to her cock.

“Oh pretty girl, we’re just getting started.” Kitten pushed you down your back, gripped your thick thighs and pushed your legs up while she adjusted herself before slowly pushing the head of her cock inside of your slippery cunt.

“FUCK!” You cried out. Kitten was bigger than what you’ve had in the past but she actually felt good. She pushed all the way in making you cry in pleasure. Your hands reached out for her and kitten grabbed your hands to hold as she gently fucked her cock into you. As much as she wanted to completely ruin you, you were such a delicate little one for her that she couldn’t break you right away. She watched how your nose scrunched when she’d hit a certain spot inside of you and it made her proud that she was the one making you feel so good.

“That’s it bunny! Doing so well!” Her words made you clench. Your praise kink was showing and it made kitten think on her feet. She leaned in until her face was in yours, her lips pressed against your forehead as she was busy fucking you like she loved you already. “Such a good girl yes you are!” Her words made your cheeks turn pink as you laid below her taking her so well.

“Kitten!” You cried out while digging your nails into her back.

“I know bunny! I know! You want to cum so bad! Be a good girl… that’s it bunny ! Oh look at you!” She whispered into your ear as her thrusts got slower but harder at the same time! Your hips buck forward making her pin you down so she still had the dominance .

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out with your eyes closed until you felt her grabbing your chin.

“No no pretty bunny look at me while you cum!”

You forced your eyes open as your mouth hung open. “KITTEN” ripped out of your chest as your legs shook beneath her, hands gripping onto her as hard as they could. This was your first real orgasm that someone had given you.

“Good fucking girl!” She panted as her own orgasm was on the brink. Kitten pulled out and stroked her own cock until she came all over your thighs with a loud whine. She looked so pretty in your hazy eyes. The two of you laid on the bed silently holding hands until you sat up slowly.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“You want me to stay here ?” You tilted your head as she sat up with you.

“Of course I do.” Her hand rested on your cheek. “Do you feel what I’m feeling?”

Your eyes scanned hers as a smile appeared on your lips.

“So happy I could die.” You pressed your lips to hers making her smile against your soft lips. This was one Halloween you’d never forget.

[hxneyfarm]

“for the bit” for the WIP weekend thing, I’m intrigued, love a bit and all

oooh i love that everyone is intrigued by this one because honestly i've been having so much fun editing and rewriting parts of this, and once greatest hits is finished and i'm in a place with my steddiebang where i feel comfortable starting to post a new project, it's going to be this one <333

Eddie kisses him for longer than necessary; both of Steve’s parents are well out of earshot now, Steve heard their bedroom door close ages ago it feels like. When they do finally come up for air, Steve feels untethered from his body, far away and loopy. Eddie is looking at him when he finally gets around to opening his eyes. 

“Oh, man,” Eddie murmurs. “You look so slutty right now, Harrington. Fuckin�� desperate.”

Steve pushes Eddie off of him and goes upstairs. He’s not fucking doing this; he’s not going to let Eddie Munson talk to him in that low, seductive voice or let him say all the things that make Steve hot. Steve isn’t fucking strong enough to resist this. Eddie follows him up the stairs.

“What are we doing?” Steve asks him in a whisper once the door is closed behind them. The look Eddie gives him is equal parts confused and annoyed. “I’m doing what you’re paying me to do. What are you doing?”

bully me into writing

[viovio]

hi as my saw mutual i have a question :) if u have seen all of them, whats ur ranking from worst to best? or out of the ones youve seen if u havent seen all of them :)

ACK OMG IM SORRY I GOT TO THIS LATE BUT TEEHEE ALRIGHT!! (i haven't seen jigsaw and spiral yet but i know what happens in it!!)

SPOILERS DOWN BELOW!!!!!

7. Saw 3D.... it has some of the most brutal traps but it's not getting any points for the horrible misogyny really :/ it's the only movie where i actively skipped parts (which were the frustrating scenes of having the main guy fuck up and save some of his team AND BLAME THEM. AND GOD THE LAST PART JUST UGH) i won't lie though lawrence is so fun in this one like he would not do that! i believe it though go cary elwes give me everything (and hoffinator)

6. Saw 5, i don't understand the hate for this one I actually really liked the fatal 5!! and the opening with strahm was just so cool but the cuts back to him investigating hoffman were just... eh! didn't care. the ending though was pretty sick. i love how the movies treat it like a series because they always start from where they left off in classic camera flashing fashion.

5.. Saw 6 (LOL), the plot really intrigued me with watching william's pain alongside him only for it to be all crushed because nothing could change the fact that you run a health insurance company with treating people's lives like a game! and like, what tara said did get me thinking because yea no matter the torture are you really sure he's changed? hes probably profited enough from his company that he could reasonably stop but i feel like the employee deaths would bank in more family insurance somehow lmfao.

4. Saw 4, OK NOW WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE rigg was the only main guy i was invested in out of all of them, sucks that he's a cop but damn the journey and game and atmosphere in this one was just excellent!! the opening confused me a bit for sure but it made sense later. this is where we begin hoffman's saga (guy himself is mid but hes funny) after amanda (HEARTTTT FOREVER) and john's death! and even though I don't like the guy himself the mindfuck of this movie and the rigging (heh. get it) was pretty solid)

3. Saw 3, man. ok. Amanda's true spotlight. It's frustrating to watch jeff's segment itself at times but his story's pretty tragic. Don't get me started on Lynn the fucking tension is insane but coming from a guy who hasn't watched medical dramas before this comes pretty close. After saw 2 you finally see Amanda's hope die alone with the lies John fed her it's great. Imo this movie was a great way to wrap up their tragedy!

2. Saw, they've been in that bathroom for 18 slutty slutty years and you feel that budget so hard. It's so claustrophobic but you can see why it's a classic, and rewatching it is just so GAH LIKE YOU KNOWWWWW BUT YOU STILL WANT TO SAVE HIM LIKE OPENING A FRIDGE AND EXPECTINF SOMETHING DIFFERENT. s great but some people says it drags on for a bit, i personally don't mind! The pacing gets real confusing at times though and repetitious

1. SAW 2 BABYYYYYYYYYYYGGGGY🎉🎉🎉🎉 OK AMANDAS FIRST SPOTLIGHT AND THE INTRODUCTION ON GROUP GAMES IN THE SERIES HOOORAYYYYYYYYYY oh my god mandy.its getting so fucking late and what i say here's been said before but *opens brain and it's just buzzing static

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Summoned by fate

This one kind of got away from me, the smut doesn't start until halfway through.

Virgin!Tamaki x Succubus!Reader

word count: 2,000 (about)

warnings: Smut, Demons/ monster sex, dirty talk, FemDom,

summary: Tamaki is your run of the mil magic-user, playing with forces he couldn't possibly seek to understand, let alone control, and he's stumbled right into your clutches, how cute that he thinks he's the one in control here.

You stretched languidly before taking in your surroundings, purposefully ignoring the person on their knees before you. Just because they had summoned you didn’t mean you had to pay them any mind. You took in the room you were in a small but comfortable bedroom, out of the window you could see the bright sun streaming through the curtains, What a treat, it was so rare you were summoned during the day, and you did so love the Human world's sun.

“What a brave boy you are, Summoning me at all is no small task, and during the day no less, when anyone can catch you,” you purred finally looking down at your summoner, a meek-looking boy with long black hair that fell over his neck and eyes. He flinched as you spoke but gave no other indication that he’d heard you speak.

You took a deep breath and felt his Aura with your magic. Human, but not one who was unempowered, you weren’t his first taste of magic. A young adult. A Virgin.

You knelt down inside of the summoning circle to his level. What a sweet thing he was, how would he like to play? Dominate and condescending would be safe, there was no doubt that if you barked at him to look at you he would, but where would that get you? What fun was there in submission out of fear?

“Did you mean to summon me?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer, still you would mean to give him an out. “I don’t have to stay unless you invoke the pact you made by summoning me, I can leave,” you offered, rather kindly actually.

“No.” he snapped the magic in the room flared and you almost keeled over with the force he exerted over you. That’s what you get for underestimating him like that.

“I-I just wasn’t expecting you to be naked,” he stammered, looking up for the first time to meet your gaze. At the same time, you looked down, at your own naked body.

“Oh? Would you like something to take off of me then?” you asked, with a wave of your hand you dressed yourself, still something slutty and revealing but clothes nonetheless,

“Better?” you asked. Your summoner flushed an embarrassed pink

“I guess,” he murmured, still unhappy

“What should I call you?” you pushed, the cuteness of his shyness was wearing off, you wanted to get this show on the road you reached across the circle, the false barrier. To touch his face. “Master?” you offered and delighted in the shades of red he turned. “Or do you prefer something more inmate? Baby? Lover?” you teased.

“Tamaki,” he blurted.

“Tamaki,” you purred, tasting his name. You could feel his pulse quicken as you said his name, you shifted closer, breathing in his scent, his fear-tinged intrigue-filled your veins like a breath of fresh air. This cute stuttering virgin was electric.

“Tell me what you want, use your words.” you purred, he took a deep breath and spoke.

“I need to interview you,” he finally got out. You quirked an eyebrow up but managed to keep the amusement off your face.

“You summoned a sex demon for an interview? what a brave Master I find myself in the service of,” you asked teasingly.

“I didn’t know you would be a succubus- and don’t call me master my name is Tamaki,” he whined pathetically.

“Okay okay, I’ll answer your questions and do your silly little interview but then you have to help me too,” you teased. A wave of desire rolled off his body making your blood run hot. Tamaki gulped, swallowing his tongue.

“H-how would I help you?” he asked. You shook your head, and crossed the room to a desk, laying yourself out across the chair.

“Ask your questions Master Tamaki then I’ll name my price,” you said.

Your gut had been right, Tamaki was an experienced magic-user in his final year at an academy dedicated to educating the next generation of magic users. Part of his final was to summon a demon and bend them to his will.

“Seems like such a shame choosing to just ask me boring questions, I don’t think I’d mind being bent to your will in other ways,” you sighed mindlessly playing with the hem of your summoned top. Tamaki choked, you could guess he really wasn’t the “bend to his will” type.

“I’ve asked all my questions, you can go,” he dismissed, you could feel the tether between the two of you break, you were free to leave but you weren’t done with a sweetheart like him.

“You still haven’t held up your side of the bargain, you owe me something of my choosing,” you reminded him. Normally you would get to feed on a human’s lust while they used your body for pleasure but this was anything but normal circumstances.

“I was hoping you’d forget that part.” he groaned.

“I’m not asking for much, I won’t make you do anything,” you reassured, you pressed your fingers together in a steeple before finally making your decision.

“Tell me a secret, Something you wouldn’t normally tell a complete stranger,” you said finally after much deliberation. He flushed.

“I’m a virgin,” he admitted, it wasn’t much, you already knew that, but still it must be a lot for him to admit.

“Awe does that mean I’m the first person you’ve seen naked?” you asked, he didn’t answer but the burning red of his cheeks told you everything you needed to know.

“That’s sweet,” you cooed, moving closer to him cupping his face, he wriggled against your grip in a weak protest.

“My sweet little virgin boy summoning a sex demon on accident, just trying to learn a little bit more about this world, well if you really want to know more about me there’s one really good way to do that,” you purred putting your face close to his letting your nose brush against his. His breath shuddered and he closed his eyes ready for a kiss. You smirked to yourself and disappeared. Leaving him wanting more.

You gave Tamaki a few days to fester in his own thoughts before inviting yourself back into his home. It was hardly an intrusion though, you could read his emotions as clear as day. He missed you, he wanted you, he was thinking about summoning you again just to get back at you for your teasing.

Tamaki jumped about a foot in the air when you materialized in front of him.

“I-I-I didn’t-” he stammered.

“I know you didn’t summon me,” you smiled, “but you invited me into your life you can’t just cast me out,”

“W-what do you want?” he stammered grabbing the arms of the chair you were no longer bound to, you could do whatever you wanted, you could kill him.

“I wanted to see you,” you said. He didn’t flinch when you reached where he was seated. You ran your hands over his chest feeling his heart jump into his throat at your touch.

“I wanted to continue where we left off,” you purred, “do you want that?” you asked, you could feel the lust fill his body and electrocute you,

“You’re so enticing my sweet virgin boy, I’m so happy that I’m the one who answered your call, now I get you all to myself,” you whispered, making him shudder, you leaned in and kissed him.

Tamaki didn’t know how to respond, he kissed you back but he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right. Your mouth felt good against his skin, that was all he knew.

“Touch me,” you moaned against his mouth guiding his tentative hands to your body. At first, he just felt your waist but his temptation won out, he shoved your shirt out of the way to grip your breasts. Tamaki felt like he was on fire, he was never satisfied when he touched you, he just wanted more. He broke away from the kiss and started pressing greedy open-mouth kisses to your neck and chest.

You smirked and quietly wisped away your clothes letting him have free rain over your body.

“Well well well,” you tisked, grabbing a fist full of his shaggy black hair and yanking his head up “here I thought you were a shy virgin, wasn’t expecting you to be so greedy,” you teased.

“Sorry,” he said without a shred of shame. You smiled

“It wasn’t a complaint.” You ran your finger over his lower lip teasingly. If you let go of him he’d bury his face in your chest all night. But if you pushed him-

“Tamaki-”

“Amajiki,” he corrected

“Amakiki, how about we put this pretty mouth of yours to good use hmm?” you pulled back just enough to dip a hand between your thighs, spreading your folds with two fingers and gathering the slick formed there and pushed your fingers into his mouth.

He sucked on your digits just like you knew he would.

“Please,” he moaned, his words slurred around your hand. You smiled and pulled back, he didn’t let you get far though. You were pushed onto the floor and your legs were thrown over his shoulders.

Then he froze, his cheeks going hot with embarrassment. “I-I’ve never done anything like this,” he murmured, “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you, are you making me feel this way?”

“Nope, unfortunately, or very, fortunately, this lust is all yours, I’m just along for the ride,” you assured him. He took another shuddering breath, getting in his head again about all of this.

“You’re doing good so far, don’t stop now,” you pushed, and you could feel his blood pressure spike, you were going to kill the poor kid.

Tamaki gripped your thighs and locked his lips around your clit. In the back of his head, he worried he wouldn’t please you, that he wouldn’t measure up to the countless lovers you've no doubt taken. But the much more pressing thought in his head was he didn’t care if you came or not as long as he got to drown in your cunt.

He lapped at your folds sucking on your clit and delving his tongue into your hole just to hear you whimper and moan. His head was spinning and he kept having to remind himself to breathe. He’d never tasted anything like you. It tasted like magic on his tongue, and as a mage powerful enough to summon a succubus he didn’t give compliments out like that lightly.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t slow down,” you tested running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t want to admit it, but the energy you were getting from him was starting to flood your system, your senses were on fire, and if he kept going at your cunt like a rabid animal like this you were going to cum. And how humiliating would that be? If some pathetic little virgin made you cum so quickly? You were a succubus, you should be the one making him cum. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into you kissing his slick lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I want your cock, I want you to fuck me I want to feel you cum inside for me,” you purred against his lips feeling how every word sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

Tamaki couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. He’d rubbed himself raw the night he summoned you. How could he not? The image of your naked body had been burned into his mind the way you’d almost kissed him before vanishing left him desperate, cock aching and dripping. So needless to say, he’d thought about fucking you.

“Are you sure?” he asked, gulping “I- can’t I-i won’t be able to please you,” he said.

“Oh, baby-” you crooned, pulling him in close by the back of his neck. “You already made me feel so good with your mouth I’m sure your cock will make me feel even better, please don’t doubt yourself.”

Tamaki gulped, he was glad he’d taken that stupid demonology class and had to summon you.

[maxine-drusilla-wayne]

YOU DONT LOVE HIM!

(Barbara Gordon x fem!reader!)

Part 3!

Warnings: joker mentions(finally),plotting death,arguing.

Series: yes

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You were at talias home and you were both laying on her bed while she was stroking your hair.

“How are you feeling beloved?” Talia asked calmly while smiling down at you. You returned it.

“I am amazing mi amor! But can I got for swim?” You asked. You knew you didn’t have to but you still wanted to know if she was alright with it.

“Of course beloved. You don’t have to ask me. Shall I join you?” She asked sitting up.”you shall.” You said with a smile.

You too changed in bikinis. You chose a basic one. Not to extra. Not to slutty. That was for everything else😌

You wore this:

“You look tantalizing beloved.” Talia said with a smirk on her face.”you’re one to talk miss al ghul.” You said honestly. She wore a gorgeous green and black bikini.

“Mmh you know just how to make a women feel special.” She said pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted 5 seconds. “We’ll that’s real easy for you since you’re more then special and you know that.” You said blushing because of her kiss.

“Be careful how you complement me you pretty little thing. Or else I just might have to make you moan my name.” She said with a smirk pulling you all the way to the pool.

You guys got in and it really cooled off your skin. You guys were in there for a good ten minutes before talia kissed you. You felt her asking for entrance to the inside of your mouth which you happily slots her to.

You felt her bite your lip and you moaned. You guys had only been together for 3 days and she already had you like this.

She pulled away. You whined.

“It’s ok. There will be more where that came from soon.” She purred and you blushed. Fuck you were getting horny.

“O-ok.” You stuttered out. She just smiled.”well we’re going to an event tonight. So get ready.” She saud and pulled you out of the pool. You moved your hair to make sure it wouldn’t get in your face then fully got out of the pool and got your towel. You rubbed off.

“Talia I know how to start our plan.” You said with a smirk. She looked intrigued.”which one?” She asked.

“To make Gotham our bitch.” You said with a proud grin.”proceed.” She said simpy,walking into the home.

“Let’s kill the joker.” You said with a smirk as your eyes became black. Talia was shocked. Kill the joker? Are you on drugs? If so she wants some and us proud at your boldness.” You are fucking crazy.” She said turning towards you. You frowned and titled your head to the side.

“And I love it!” She exclaimed with a smirk. Your frown quickly turned into a smirk as well. “Well what’s your way to do it?” She questioned. You just hummed in response. “Seduce him. He doesn’t know my identity and I’ve always been able to know his location.”

“So if I trap him in crime ally and get him to face the opening ,then you can shoot him. He doesn’t have henchmen anymore.” You said with your head held high.

“Oh you’re definitely my soulmate.” She said smiling. You kissed. “Now let’s get dressed.” You said and smiled.

After getting ready you put on some perfume. And your heels. You wore this:

It was a gala event so you had to be extra. But of course safety first so you put a pocket knife in your bag.

“Oh beloved you know how much I love green.” She said pulling you in by the shoulders to kiss you. “I know. That’s why I wore it. All.for. You.”

She smiled pulling away from the kiss.

“Now. Let us get on our way. But first the family of flying rats wants to see you.” She said clearly disgusted. “Ugh goddam it.” You said rolling your eyes.

“I’ll get the car for you.” She said as a member of the league came for you.

She pulled you in by your chin to kiss you one last time.

“Love you beloved.” She says proudly. “Love you too my empress.” You said before walking out and too the car.

The drive was ten minutes.

You were now in front of Wayne manor. As you got out you saw Alfred already opening the door.

“Hello mistress y/n.” Alfred greeted with a genuine smile. “Hello Alfred.” You said smiling back.

You walked fully in and made your way to the bat cave immediately.

You immediately noticed: Barbara,Tim,Grayson,damian,and of course Bruce.

“Ok. What the hell do you ragamuffins want?” You said with pure irritation in your voice.

Barbara was taken aback slightly.

“Well y/n we want to know why the hell you’re not fighting at night and protecting the city?!” Bruce exclaimed and had the audacity to act pissed.

“Uh no you little porch monkey. Starling, saved the city! But y/n doesn’t! I’m my own person now and I don’t have to fucking part take in that bullshit anyyymorre!” You exclaimed, exaggerating your words.

“NO! You are still starling! I don’t give a fuck if you are not part of this family,you are still a vigilante because I said so.” You had tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes. Not part of the family anymore? Really? Ouch. But you laughed it off because immediately you didn’t give a fuck anymore.

“The fuck I am! Fuck you! In fact fuck all of these people standing here right now! I may be not part of this family,ok! But I still get to make my own decisions since I’m not! And since you didn’t want make the decision,fine! I’ll do it for you!”

“Since you act like you make my decisions and shit!” You were pissed. Bruce just looked confused at what you were gonna say next.

“Since you can’t fire me. I. QUIT!” You yelled,about to storm out. but he stopped you by pulling your arm as he sat back down.

“Ow!” You exclaimed. “I’m not gonna let you leave y/n! No since you wanna act so fucking bold.” He said still holding your arm.

“You act like I know a special secret. Haha” yo saud and he only rolled his eyes. “But you don’t. And you wouldn’t be dumb enough to say our biggest secret.” He said nonchalantly.

“Oh I don’t you?” You asked challengingly,completely ignoring his second statement. He raised a brow. “Well you’re asking about secrets like you know mine.” He said gripping your arm tighter.

You yelped but the laughed.

“I do know yo special secret.” He didn’t answer,thinking you’re lying. “How you know my secret?” He asked still not believing you.

“I know yo secret because I know yo baby momma. I know yo baby momma because I sit on her strap almost every Otha night.” You spoke bluntly. Even tho it didn’t happen yet,you knew it would happen soon.

Everyone gasped and had surprised faces. Babs then seemed a little hurt while Damian started to have an expression of anger.

Bruce let your arm go ruffly. At this point nightwing walked out and so did tim. Bruce had a look of pure rage in his eyes as you just simply smirked.

Barbara didn’t expect you to move on so quickly. And while It hurt, she was still mad at you.

“Yup! And sooner or later you’ll be on your knees begging us for mercy.” You said with a smirk as you began to walk away.

“Y/n-“ babs said but you cut her off. “No.” You just simply said walking out fully.

As you were walking out of the manor you overheard so you decided to to listen and record.

“Oh my god how can that slut y/n pick talia over me?! I’m boy fucking wonder!” You just laughed and stopped recording. And since you got a new number your sent it to babs.

You came out and the driver was of course still there. You called talia. “Hello?” Talia spoke. “Those roaches can suck it. Bruce even put his hands on me little!” You slightly yelled over the phone. “Oh hell no! Don’t worry beloved we’ll get this all together after the death of the joker. Love you.” She spoke.

“Ok. Love you too!” You spoke happily as the driver stated pulling off.

@dilfwaynes

[erwinsvow]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

summary: your boyfriend, reiner, has always been possessive. you never minded it much, though.

warnings: college!au, rough sex, sir kink, grinding/teasing, doggy style, creampie, dacryphilia, reiner is a tease, angry reiner/upset with reader, jealousy, reiner treats you like a rag doll but who's complaining

the party’s in full swing, hoards of college kids hammered off of cheap beer and dancing to loud music. you sit on the edge of the couch, trying your best to avoid the couple going at it on the sofa seats next to you. you’d leave to give them some privacy, despite the fact that they’re in front of a hundred other people, but there’s nowhere else to sit.

and so, not ready to give up your chance to rest your sore feet, you sit there and wait patiently. your ankles are crossed as you finish off the last of your soda, looking around and realizing that you might be the only sober person here. you’re fiddling around now for no reason, with no one to speak to, adjusting the skirt of your dress and twirling a piece of your hair with your finger.

from across the room, with a red solo cup filled with the very same cheap beer in his hand, eren’s eyes land on you. a pretty girl, all alone at a party, with an empty drink. he was raised right, so knows that’s close to a crime.

at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he makes his way over to the couch in the corner, eyes burning holes through you as your eyes glance around the room, avoiding looking at the couple next to you.

eren turns to the couple first, one sharp glance making the boy alert, and pulling away from his girlfriend.

“hey, floch, go roofie your date somewhere else. i’m sitting here now,” he says firmly, causing floch and the girl to take off scrambling.

you glance up at the stranger who approached you with thankful eyes.

“you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyways,” you say, finally sinking into the comfort of the couch.

“of course i did. that idiot would’ve given all these people here a show if someone didn’t stop him.”

you let out a laugh at his words, glancing back down at your shoes as you debate if it was a good idea to keep talking to him.

“i’m eren, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, eren,” you reply, once again gazing around the room and avoiding his eyes. eren waits another moment before speaking again.

“and you are-?” he questions, intrigued that you weren’t engaging in the conversation. he enjoys the chase, anyways.

“not interested,” you say with a gentle smile, trying not to seem rude despite the fact that you’re sure of eren’s intentions.

“oh, is that so? well, i think i can change that.”

“i’m sure you’ll try, but i don’t want you to waste your time. i’m sure there’s plenty of girls here who will talk to you willingly, so thank you for the seat but-”

“can i get you a drink?” he interjects, taking a long sip of his beer and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “beer? shots? i can go find some of the good stuff, if you want.”

“i’m okay, eren,” you say, a little annoyed and clearly a little anxious.

“oh, come on. it’s not right for a pretty girl to have an empty cup at a party. it’s like the first commandment.”

“i think that might be blasphemy.”

“oh, whatever, the second commandment, then. i mean, would you rather sit here and be all alone?” he questions, leaning back into the seat.

“who said she was here alone?” a deep voice says from around you. you look up to see your boyfriend, reiner, with two cups in his hand. he does not look happy.

“braun,” eren addresses, looking up at the blond from his seat and not adjusting his posture at all. you’d expected eren to at least be a little intimidated at the sight of your looming boyfriend, as most guys usually were, but he looks more amused than anything else. “who would’ve thought you’d go and get yourself such a pretty date,” he says with a smirk. his eyes are still on you though, raking up and down your figure and focusing on your exposed legs.

reiner puts down the two cups in his hand a little too hard, the liquid sloshing around at the top and landing on the surface on the small table in front of you.

you glance up a little hesitant at reiner, knowing the effect eren’s words are having on him.

“she’s not my date, she’s my girlfriend, asshole,” reiner replies, bringing his arm around your shoulder and holding you closely to him. you play right into it, leaning into him and smiling back cutely at eren.

“sorry, did i not mention that?” you say sweetly, as eren’s eyes react to the sight in front of him. he lets out a low whistle, standing up and lifting a cup from the table, taking a big sip. “well then, guess i underestimated you after all, braun. call me when you get bored of him, baby,” he says, before walking away.

you feel your mouth drop open at the audacity of his words, his implication. you know reiner won’t take it well either, feeling yourself grab for his hand before he can follow eren to pummel him.

“reiner, baby, don’t get mad, he’s just an asshole-” you begin, before reiner’s head turns back to look at you.

you saw a whole host of emotions in his eyes, which were usually calm and sweet and looking at you with all the love in the world. but now, in the dim lighting of the party, they were almost glowing with anger and rage, and something else you couldn’t figure out, something akin to a primal look that raised all the hairs on your neck and sent a shiver through your body.

you feel reiner’s hand tighten on yours, as he leads you away from the party and to an empty room somewhere down the hall. you’re not exactly sure where, since it’s your first time in this stranger’s house, but as reiner puts you on the bed and locks the door, you can hardly care.

he looms over you, caging you in and making you feel completely submissive as his strong arms hover near your head.

“you think it’s funny talking to yeager? letting him think you don’t belong to me?” reiner says in a deep, low voice that makes you press your thighs together tightly. it doesn’t take much, if anything, from reiner to turn you on. his possessiveness only adds fuel to fire for you, sometimes.

“no- no, reiner, i would never-” you start, shaking your head dumbly and stumbling around your words as reiner pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. your hands have a mind of their own, moving to grab his shoulders as you normally do, but reiner’s quicker than you, taking your two hands and pinning them above your head roughly.

“you’re using the wrong name, baby. you’re just begging to get punished today, aren’t you, you little slut?” reiner says, eyes looking over your body intensely and making you squirm. you’re uncomfortable with his gaze because you know what he’s thinking.

“i’m sorry, sir,” you mewl back, trying to move your hands from the harsh position they’re in, but to no avail. reiner’s grip is air-tight.

“i can’t even say you’re a good girl tonight, baby, because you’re not. now i see why you chose such a slutty little dress to wear tonight. you just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

“no, no, sir, just you- i just want you-” you say back, desperate for any contact and bucking your hips up uselessly.

“i don’t think you deserve me since you’ve been such a slutty girl.” his words are harsh, making your eyes tear up despite how unbelievably wanton you feel underneath his body. your head feels almost dizzy, overcome with so many different emotions.

tears are always reiner’s breaking point. he can never deny you once he sees those pretty eyes of yours well up and become watery just from his words and touches. and despite how badly you need to be taught a lesson, he knows he’s gonna break soon.

“i-i’m so sorry, sir, please- please touch me, i’m begging sir, i’ll be a good girl, i promise- oh!” you’re cut off as reiner’s other hand cups your pussy, palm against your clit and making you grind your hips against his hand desperately. he tears your panties off quickly, discarding them in the stranger’s room without a thought.

“tell me how that feels baby,” reiner says, releasing his hand from holding your wrists to grope at your chest, pulling down the dress just enough to free your tits.

“so good, sir, oh-!” your words fall apart as he continues his motions. you’re so desperate for his touch, to be filled up by him, you’re not aware of how loud you’re being and you certainly don’t care. reiner holds down your hips and moves his hand roughly against your clit, as you feel your body tense up with a strong heat in your core.

“cum for me, baby,” you hear reiner say next to your ear, increasing his pace as you feel the heat in your stomach expand and fill your entire body, the waves of your orgasm washing over you as you scream out reiner’s name.

you’re panting out, tongue lolling out and limbs feeling like jelly despite how reiner’s not even remotely done with you. he flips you over quickly, putting your head down and ass up as he pushes up your dress to expose your gushing cunt to him.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he pushes into your tight hole slowly, without any warning and causing you to scream out again.

“sir-!” you moan, feeling reiner slide in and out of your wetness at a bruising pace. you feel his balls slap against your pussy, adding to the intense stimulation you feel and curling your toes as he continues. “please- please! i-i, can’t-” you cry out, unsure of what you were pleading with him for.

“what do you need, baby? don’t you want my cock? you want me to stop?” he says, not easing up on his motions. he’s enjoying every minute of having you fucked stupid from his cock.

“no, no- don’t stop, no!” you moan. you let out a squeal every time reiner thrusts.

“such a good girl, takin’ me so well, baby,” reiner says, sending the praise straight to your head and making you feel dizzy as you feel his fingers on your clit.

“i love you, reiner, i love you-” you hiccup, gripping your hand tightly on his as he increases his pace and his fingers at the same time, sending you into your second orgasm. you’re almost screaming now, clenching down tightly on his cock and squirming within reiner’s tight grip as you feel the coil in your stomach snap and heat spread all through your body again.

reiner’s increased pace only lasts a little while longer, his hips stuttering and him cumming inside you with a loud moan. as you feel the hot ropes of cum settle inside your throbbing cunt, you pant and keep a tight grip on reiner as he pulls out and lays you on his chest carefully.

the sheets on the stranger’s bed are certainly ruined, and so is your make-up and hair. you can’t even imagine what you look like, or what your dress is covered in, but you don’t really care.

all you can think about is reiner’s hands wrapped around you and his lips on yours as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

“have you learned your lesson, baby?” reiner asks. you think back quickly on how reiner hadn’t even wanted to go to the party, but you had insisted, and how you had picked out the shortest dress you could find, and how you didn’t walk away from eren when you knew reiner was coming back.

“yes, sir.”

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover- Mob! Steve Rogers Part 2

Okay here is the highly requested part two to my Mob! Steve post! I had some technical difficulties posting it but hopefully you guys see it in the tags now :)

Warnings: swearing and smut

Word count: 2.8k

“When I said go undercover, I didn’t mean under his covers, Agent.” Director Fury slammed his hand down on his desk. It had now officially been twenty-four hours since your encounter with the mob boss and you had been waiting anxiously all day to talk with Nick Fury. The rumor around the office all day was that he wasn’t too pleased with how things went down.

“I did what I had to do, sir.” You stated boldly.

Fury scoffed but didn’t respond.

He was quiet for a moment, his eye scanning over the piece of paper in his hand. You fidgeted uncomfortably as your legs were still sore from your romp last night and you tried to hold it together as Fury gave you a weird look.

“Just sit down, Y/N.”

You muttered a thank you as you took a seat.

“Listen, this is all good and fine but I want more. This,” He waved the note in his hand. “Is just a drug felony. I want this bastard put away for life.”

“But what about Stark?”

“A slippery politician, nothing more. I want insight on just more than this. I want it all.”

You sat back in the chair. You understood where he was coming from, but he was also acting like you hadn’t just uncovered a huge piece of information.

“Sir-”

“Which is why you’re going to continue...seeing Rogers. Your undercover assignment has just been extended until further notice.”

“But, sir!” You stood up in protest.

“But nothing, Agent. You’ve made your bed and you’ve already lied in it. Now do it again.” He snapped.

“Are you pimping me out, sir?”

“You did that yourself, Y/N.” Fury snarked. “Anyway, as we speak I have other agents creating an entire new identity for you on the internet so when Roger’s does eventually look you up he’ll find everything we want him to find.”

You felt yourself sinking back down into the chair. He was being completely serious. You suddenly felt very hot as you processed all the information coming at you.

“And what exactly is it going to say?”

“That you are Y/N Monroe. You are the same age as you are now and a barista at the coffee shop just below your apartment. You went to the University of Minnesota and graduated with a business degree, but currently can’t find any jobs. Pity. Your parents died when you were young and you have no siblings-no need to wrap anyone else up in this. We’ve made an Instagram account since that seems to be the most popular app among adults your age. I pushed for no socials but apparently it’s weirder if you don’t have one.”

“Okay...but I don’t have a coffee shop below my apartment.”

“You do now. Your stuff is being moved into a safe house apartment on the other side of town. That’s where you’ll be staying for now. Don’t worry, I have Parker holed up in the apartment two doors down.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to try to calm down. There was nothing else you could do. Fury was right, you had made your bed. You reached over and grabbed the file that Fury had pushed towards the front of the desk. Your new life all put together in a Manila folder.

Damn you, Ma and your slutty advice.

“You can go now.” Fury waved you away, now totally focused on whatever file he had in front of him. You hesitated, wanting to say something but nothing came so you left.

“Y/N!” Peter ran up beside you as you stormed down the hallway. “Heard we’re gonna be neighbors.”

You smiled at how excited he was. “It’s only temporary, Parker. Don’t wet your pants.”

Peter blushed and gently shoved you to the side as you both continued walking. “I know that. But doesn’t mean it won’t be fun. We could have movie nights or something.”

“I suppose we could find some time.” You nudged him back.

“Oh here, before I forget.” Peter shoved a brand new iPhone into your hand. “Fury had me add some tweaks to the geo location so it’s more precise than what Apple has. My burner number is already programmed in there too.”

You studied the burner phone, impressed that they didn’t just give you another shitty tracfone like you were used to.

“Thanks, kid.”

“I’m not that much younger than you.” Peter grumbled as the two of you finally made it to the parking structure.

You smirked over your shoulder as you walked up to your Jeep Wrangler. “Young enough. ‘Night, kid!”

Peter flipped you off but was smiling the whole time as you drove off.

You punched in your new address in the GPS and followed along as it brought you to the older part of town. You had always loved this part of the city but never thought to move out here. Even though it wasn’t the new upcoming neighborhood, the rent prices had been driven up by the young kids moving in who just “adored the old time aesthetic” and the lofted buildings.

Your building was one of those you noted as you parked your car outside of your new address. The old brick building was tall, maybe six stories and had fire escapes littered across the front of it. The front door was a rusted green that you had to yank to budge to get open.

Extra security, I suppose. You laughed to yourself.

Your apartment was on the third floor and right off the freight elevator. You weren’t expecting much when you opened the door but you made a noise of pleasant surprise when you did.

The inside was warm and inviting. A plush gray sofa that resembled a cloud was center in your living room that you saw right away from the small entry hallway. As you stepped in further you saw a decent size tv mounted against the wall and two bookshelves on either side of it, filled with books and records that went along with the record player that was right underneath the television. To the left the living room was the kitchen. Nothing big, which you didn’t mind-you weren’t the best cook in the world. There was a small bar-like counter that had two barstools perched underneath. Down the small hallway you found your bedroom. A king sized bed covered in an off white comforter set with matching sheets. Small potted plants hung from the corner near the window and an array of makeup and perfumes littered the top of the wooden dresser.

Tentatively you opened the dressers to find a whole new wardrobe waiting for you. There were basics: such as t-shirts, jeans, bras and panties but there was also a whole drawer dedicated to skimpy lingerie that you knew was expensive. The walk-in closet was filled with dresses, some formal and some you wouldn’t let your grandmother even see hanging off the rack.

“Well done, Fury.” You mumbled to yourself as your fingers ran down the silk fabric of a long evening gown.

You were settling on to your couch, sweats on and a glass of wine in your hand when you heard a knock on the door. Slowly you got up, grabbing your gun from the plant next to the door. You looked through the peephole and let out a curse when you saw none other than Steve Rogers standing outside your apartment.

You shoved the gun back into the plant and ran your fingers through your hair before opening the door, but leaving the chain attached.

“Mr. Rogers, how can I help you?” Your eyes twinkled as the man in front of you rested his arm on the top of the door frame and leaned close to the opening you had created.

“You said I would see you soon, princess. Looks like soon is now.” The nickname again caused your stomach to flutter.

“I was just getting ready for bed. You’ll have to come by another time.” You feigned a yawn. Steve’s eyes blared as he stood up straight.

“It’s rude to keep your guests waiting, Miss Monroe.” Your heart jumped at the use of your alias. Thank god your team worked fast.

“And it’s rude to show up to people’s apartments unannounced, Mr. Rogers.”

“Open the door, sweetheart.” He hissed, but his eyes held anything but anger. He was intrigued. He never found a woman before who wasn’t afraid to dish back his sass. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

“Say please.” You teased through the opening.

“Please.” He said through gritted teeth.

Chuckling you closed the door gently and undid the chain. Before you could reopen it though, Steve pushed his way through scooping you up in his arms as he did. You naturally wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms held tight around him as you squealed against his neck.

He walked you back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding you so you were still straddling him.

You pulled away but kept your arms hanging loosely around him. He smirked up at you as his fingers toyed with the hem of the tank top you had on. His eyes fell to the wine that was only half drank on your coffee table.

“Heading off to bed soon, huh?”

“My bedtime snack.”

There was a part of your brain that recognized him for who he was: evil. But another part of your brain saw him as the man who made your body feel things that it had never felt before and that had your heart racing like a schoolgirl with a crush. The part that recognized that he was so easy to talk and joke with. The great sex wasn’t a bummer either.

His smirk was replaced by a genuine smile as he pulled you down and gave you a kiss that had your toes curling. He moaned into your mouth as you slowly ground your hips against his, your fingers tugging at the hair by his neck. His tongue massaged yours, letting you know exactly who was in charge at this moment. His hands ran underneath your tank top, fingers tracing up your spine before reaching the front and giving your nipples a slight twist.

He moved his mouth from yours and peppered kisses along the side of your neck as he lifted the tank top over your head. He threw it to the side as his mouth attached to your protruding bud while his fingers pinched and toyed with the other one. Skillfully, and with his mouth still attached to you, Steve flipped you over so your back was on the couch and he was on top of you. He lifted his head, his blue eyes clouded with lust as he started kissing down from the center of your chest, down your stomach and down your legs as he pulled your sweats along with him.

He hummed as he spread your bottom lips apart with his fingers, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. You wiggled your hips against his face but he responded with a smack against your core.

“Honey, you gotta learn who’s in charge here and who’s-“ he kissed your clit ever so slightly, teasing you. “Just a little cock slut.”

His tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while fingers toyed with your slick. Gently he pushed two fingers into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed as his steady rhythm and flick of his tongue brought your orgasm to the forefront.

“Shit, Steve…” you whimpered, gripping his hair and pulling him close. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“Let me taste you, princess.” Steve growled. You nearly lost it at the sigh of your juices dripping from his chin. “Give it to me like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god!” You called out as he hit that spongy spot that caused your thighs to tighten around his head. Your body spasmed as it rode out your orgasm. Your chest heaving and your legs shaking as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. A moan was caught in your throat as you watched him put his soaked fingers between his lips, a look of pure satisfaction covering his perfect face.

Steve leaned his body over yours but careful not to let his full weight fall on you. He ran his nose up the side of your neck, along your cheek before letting it rub against your own. You grabbed his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. There was something so erotic about tasting yourself when your tongues met.

“Show me your bedroom?” Steve pulled away. You gave a weak nod. Steve stood up and hoisted you up, your legs weak beneath you.

“Poor baby.” He cooed in your ear. “Only one orgasm down and already can’t walk. I can’t imagine how you’ll be when I’m done with you.”

With that he lifted you and walked down your short hallway to the bedroom. In your hazy, post orgasm mind you hoped the mattress was comfy. You hadn’t even tested out beforehand.

Steve threw you on the bed and you sighed as you fell into the cloud. You leaned back on your elbows and watched as Steve unbuttoned the new shirt and trousers he had on. You stifled your laughter thinking about the wine stained ones back at his house.

“Something amusing to you, sweetheart?” He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards the end of the bed. He lifted your foot up, setting it over his shoulder as he kissed the inside of your calf.

“No, sir.” You teased.

“You’re a bad liar.” He nipped at your knee.

Not as bad as you might think.

Steve made you come at least four more times that night. Your body completely spent when he finally rolled over and laid next to you, yours and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You rolled over and threw your leg and arm over his body, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Steve’s fingers toyed with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Spend the night?” You asked into the darkness. It was nearly three in the morning and your eyes were slowly closing no matter how much you willed them to stay open.

“I have some business things that I have to take care of early in the morning.” He answered, his fingers running up and down your arm.

“Oh, okay.” You said sadly. Steve’s chest rumbled with light laughter as he brought your hand that was in his up to his lips and gave it a kiss. You were soon realizing that he was actually a very affectionate person.

“But I want you to come back to the house tomorrow. I’ll send one of my guys for you in the afternoon.”

“Really?” You sat up. Steve blindly reached for your nightstand and turned on the lamp that was on it. His hair was tousled from the numerous times you had run your fingers through it and his lips were red and swollen. He looked like the epitome of sex and it was fucking hot.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled. He grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand and held it out for you to unlock. You did quickly and he took it back and started typing. “I don’t give out my personal number to a lot of people.”

“So I’m special.” You wiggled in your spot, a grin covering your face.

“Yes. You are.” Steve looked back at you and you were taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. He handed your phone back to you and you laughed at the name he had for his contact: Steve Rogers and an eggplant emoji.

“You’re a child.” You giggled.

Steve rolled his eyes and got out of bed and you took the time to appreciate his bum as he walked over to get his pants.

You gathered the soft sheets in your hand and brought them up to your chest. Although you weren’t sure what you were trying to hide, he had seen it all.

Once he was dressed and you slipped on a robe that you found hanging behind the door, you walked him out. He stood in your doorframe, his large figure making the space seem very small. He smiled as he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your head and leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“Make sure to lock all the doors behind me. And text me when you wake up tomorrow.” He demanded softly.

“Mmmkay, I will.” You said hazily.

“Go get some sleep, princess.” He laughed as he pushed away from the door and walked to the elevator. You watched as he got in and gave you a quick wave before whipping out his phone to make a call.

Once he was out of sight you closed the door softly, making sure to bolt everything before heading back to your bed. You were too tired to even clean up before you passed out.

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In her memory

“I don’t know why my mom would hide such a cute skirt away in a locked chest in the basement. Then again I don’t even like skirts but find this one really intriguing so I guess life is full of mysteries.” Rebecca said to herself finally going through her moms possessions months after she died.

She had sold off most of it already but found this locked chest hidden away during her final pass of the basement. She managed to break it open and was shocked to find sexy if wholly unremarkable items inside.

“Look at all this other stuff too. High heeled boots, short crop tops, jewelry, makeup. This doesn’t sound like Mom at all. Hang on what’s this?” She said picking up a picture oh a sexy young woman wrapped around an equally hot guy. It took Rebecca a second to realize it was her mother.

“Wow Mom who were you in high school? You look like you broke a lot of hearts. You look so bitchy and bad. That’s a world away from the woman I knew. I think in your memory I should give these clothes a new lease of life. It’s what you would of wanted.” Rebecca said eagerly taking out the revealing clothes from the chest and removing her baggy sweatpants and top.

It was unlike Rebecca to be drawn to anything remotely revealing or even overtly feminine but she found herself drawn to the clothes like a moth to the flame. As she slipped on the skirt she told herself it was a way to honour her mom but as the boots and black top came on she found herself just revelling in how the clothes looked on her.

“Ohhhh what a difference all these clothes are making! They make me feel like a real hot piece of ass. If I strolled into class tomorrow looking like this I would have not just have the freshmen creaming their pants but I bet some of the professors too.” She said in a uncharacteristically bitchy tone as she slipped on some of the jewelry and applied the makeup.

“I bet I could even steal my bully Candice’s boyfriend from her with a hot body like mine. Mmmm that sounds like such a good idea I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” She said running her hands all over her body. That’s when she spotted it. The shiny object caught her eye deep in the chest and her hand went straight for it.

She pulled out the large black dildo and flicked it on. She was overjoyed to find it still purring after all the years in the box. She felt naughty even holding it and imagined how much naughtier it would be to use it. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation but decided if she was going to do it she was going to do it right.

Rushing downstairs she instinctively headed to her mothers master bedroom rather than her own. After all she was the master, or rather mistress of the house now.

Her mother had a large mirror that faced the bed and this was what Rebecca sought. She wanted to see everything that she did. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her underwear. She hiked up her skirt just enough so she could see her clit and slid the vibrating toy into her welcoming pussy.

“Oh fuuuuuck yesssss. Look at hot fucking sexy and slutty I am. Candice’s boyfriend will be begging me to have a piece of this. Mmmm why shouldn’t I take her boyfriend? I am much hotter than her. In fact why does she bully me around at all? I should be bullying her instead. I should have all her friends, all her power and respect. Fuuuuck yes I’ll be a much badder bully than her. God it feels so good to embrace my inner bitch. They’ll call me Bitchy Becky and I’ll love it!! Yes! Yes! I’m going to cum!!” She screamed out as she climaxed while maintaining eye contact with herself. She was almost hypnotized by her own beauty.

“I won’t repress the evil bitch in me like my idiot mother did, she could of had a life filled with sex, money and power but hid it away instead. I can’t wait until tomorrow to start taking over.” She said eying up and down her gorgeous body and purposefully ignoring the underwear on the ground.

“Then again why wait? I’m ready to show this town who Becky really is.” She said with a smirk leaving her house.

[luke-patterson-owns-my-soul]

Stood Up

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Title: Stood Up

Words: 2,206

Summary:

Requested: By @crybabyddl  Can u do a charlie x reader where they’re strangers at the same restaurant and the reader got stood up by their date? Then charlie is basically like “let me take u on a date” and they just go around the town and have a blast? He gives the reader their first kiss and they exchange numbers? TW: None. Author’s notes: I hope you enjoy this. I kinda forgot about the first kiss thing, but I hope the direction I took it in works for you.

Giving yourself a final once over in the mirror to make sure your make-up was still in place and you hadn’t tucked your dress into your underwear or something ridiculous like that. If you were honest with yourself, you looked good. The black dress you borrowed from your best friend fit you perfectly, and wasn’t too slutty, but just enough to, hopefully, tempt your date.

It had been a while since you’d last been on a first date, but something about a guy flirting with you at work, being so confident, and good looking, made you agree to not only give him your number, but to agree to him taking you to dinner.

Jack had made a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in London and would be meeting you there. You were a little hesitant to give him your address to pick you up before you spent any real time with him.

Checking the time, you started to panic about being late, so you ordered your uber as you grabbed a light jacket and your purse. Going outside, you waited outside your apartment building until it showed up.

Arriving at the restaurant, you check in with the hostess who leads you to a table for two, informing you Jack hadn’t arrived. You order a glass of wine and settle in to wait. As you look around the room, you notice a lot of couples. Some who seem to be on first dates, others who seemed to know one another more intimately.

A few tables over, you see a guy sitting alone. His long, dark hair is tied up in a man bun which you can’t help but admire. His shirt sleeves are rolled up as he leans his toned forearms on the table in front of him, his long fingers idly playing with the cloth napkin in front of him. You can see a hint of ink on one of his arms, but you’re too far to work out what it is.

Lifting your eyes, you take in his profile. From where you sit, you can see he has a strong jaw, a hint of stubble, and light eyes. Although you’re waiting for another man, you kind of hope he’d turn to look at you so you can see more of him, but you’re disturbed by the server bringing you your drink and a basket of bread sticks.

Thanking them, you tip your wine, and nibble on the end of a bread stick while you wait for Jack to arrive. Slowly, you make your way through the drink and order another. When you finally pull your phone out of your purse, you realise you’ve been sat in the restaurant for just over an hour.

With a sigh, you take a look around you again, noticing that many of the couples had left and the space around you was emptying. You finish your second drink and ask a passing server for your check. Once it arrives, you leave some cash, including a generous tip and gather your things to leave.

Embarrassment floods through you as you see heads turn to look at you. Being stood up isn’t your favourite thing, but it happening so publicly makes it a hundred times worse. You pull your jacket on, and start to weave your way through the tables.

Once you’re outside, you take a deep breath before looking out for a passing cab. Naturally, there isn’t one and you begin walking in the direction of your FLAT. You haven’t gone far when you’re tapped on the shoulder. Thinking it’s Jack, you turn to yell at him.

It’s not him. It’s the guy from the restaurant, the one who’d been sitting alone. You notice his eyes are a hazel colour and they’re bright. His smile is wide and you feel a flutter in your stomach at his proximity.

“Sorry if I made you jump,” His voice is smooth, and you can’t help but smile back at him. “I saw you back in there.” Of course he did. He witnessed you waiting for a guy who never showed, witnessed you looking like a complete fool. More than anything you wished a cab would show up so you can make your escape.

“Yeah, not my finest hour.” You look away from his face as he chuckles softly. “I should have left sooner, but hell. Hope’s a bit of an evil bitch though.”

“You gave in after an hour, I waited almost two…” His voice trailed off, making you look back up at him.

“You got stood up?” You blurt out, instantly cursing yourself in your mind. “Sorry, that came out wrong.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. From anyone else it would sound like a joke, but somehow… somehow from you it doesn’t.” You smile up at him, glad he wasn’t offended. “Anyway, I was wondering…” A shy smile comes over his face as he pulls at the collar of his shirt under the dark denim jacket he wore. “Seeing as we’re both in the same boat, how about we make the most of our night, together.”

The words shock you, but there’s also a hint of pleasure in what he’s asking you.

“No offence, but why should I pick spending the rest of my evening with you rather than going home, putting my PJs on, and binge watching Supernatural? I don’t even know your name.”

“First, I’m Charlie. Charlie Gillespie.”

“International man of mystery?” You tease him at the way he introduces himself, making him laugh.

“Hey, Canadians would make great spies. And to answer your question, yeah, a night with the Winchesters would be great. But wouldn’t you rather be with someone who isn’t fictional?”

“I may have to be convinced.” With a smirk, you begin to walk away, as if you’re leaving him behind.

“Wait up.” He catches you up and falls into step with you. “what will it take to convince you?” You stop walking and look up at him. He’s not tall, but he’s taller than you, which you can’t help but like.

“It depends. How averse are you to ice skating?” you ask.

“I grew up in Canada, I’m an excellent skater.” He holds his arm out for you. With a smile, you tuck your hand in the crook of his elbow and the two of you begin to walk through the London streets. “Uhm… what’s your name by the way?”

“Oh, it’s Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You feel your face heat with a blush at both his compliment and the smile on his face. “DO you, er…, do you wanna get changed first?”

You look down at the short dress you’re wearing. For a literal second, you debate it, then decide against it.

“No, I’m good.” You tell him, your confidence in your ability taking over.

“Ok, but if you fall and flash people, I’d like it noted that I warned you.”

“It’s been noted.”

You arrive at the outdoor ice rink and both claim some skates. You hate the feel of them, knowing you have your own at home that are perfectly moulded to your feet.

“Are you ready?” Charlie asks, holding out his hand to you. Taking hold of it, you stand up and the two of you walk over to the edge of the ice.

“Always ready.” Letting go of his hand, you place a blade onto the ice and glide away from him smoothly. Performing a little spin, you face him and wait for him to catch up with you as you skate backwards effortlessly.

“Okay, I guess I owe you an apology?” he laughs when he catches up with you, his own skating, while rusty, impressing you. “You’re pretty good.”

“Well, thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” Once again, Charlie takes hold of your hand and the two of you move across the ice. Every now and then, you show off, performing spins and jumps that you haven’t done for a long time, making Charlie smile.

After a while, when you can feel the cold seeping into your legs, you both leave the ice and go to get a hot drink.

“So, are you a professional skater?” He asks as you sit down to drink your coffees.

“No, I never got to go pro, but I got close.” You admit, noticing the impressed look on his face.

“What stopped you?”

“I went to university and discovered what a social life felt like.” He laughs at your words. “I realised that having friends was better than constant training.”

“That sounds fair.”

“So, what do you do?” you ask him, noticing he looks away from you. “Why so sheepish?” You’re intrigued now, just from his reaction.

“I’m an actor and a musician.” You can’t help it, but you burst out laughing.

“Why were you embarrassed to admit that to me?”

“I don’t know. It’s different in the States and back home in Canada, but elsewhere, it’s weird. I don’t like people to think I’m bragging or something.”

“Look, own your talents. If you love what you do, screw what anyone else thinks.” He smiles, but doesn’t respond as silence falls between you as you both finish your drinks.

“You want to skate some more?” he asks as you both stand.

“I’ll never say no to more skating.” You grin at him and take hold of his offered hand. It should feel awkward holding a strange guy’s hand so much, but it doesn’t. His long fingers, warmed by his coffee, wrap around yours as he leads you back to the rink. As you put a blade onto the ice, the lights dim as a DJ begins to play loud dance music.

“So, Mr Musician, do you dance?” You ask as you turn to him, skating backwards as the rink fills up around you.

“Not as well as I play guitar.”

“Stick with me kid, you’ll be okay.” You give his hand a tug to pull him along. You can’t help but be sucked into the beat of the music filling the air around you. Moving your body in time, you show off a few of you skills, all the time keeping your hand in Charlie’s.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turn to look at him, seeing a small smile on his face as he watches you move.

“What?” you ask, slowing to a stop, causing him to almost bump into you.

“Nothing, I’m just enjoying the show.” He raises an eyebrow as he smiles widely.

“This is nothing. I’m pulling a bit of dead weight with me.”

“Is that so?” He let’s go of your hand and indicates for you to do your thing. “Go on then, show off.” He leans back against the side of the rink and watches you, an intense look on his face.

You move around on the ice, building up speed. Once you’re going fast enough, you pull off an almost flawless half axel before spinning on one skate, the other leg pulled up to the side of your head. Once you slow and stop, you skate back over to where Charlie is applauding.

“That was amazing. You’re really good.” You blush at the compliment and look away.

“I’m rusty as hell, but thank you.”

The air between you is charged with something you couldn’t quite identify as the disco lights slow down and the music drops from frenetic to a slower track, A quick glance at the watch on your writs, you realise you and Charlie have been skating for over four hours and it’s almost midnight.

“One last dance?” He asks, holding out his hand yet again. You take hold and expect him to start leading you around the rink. Instead, he pulls you into his arms and the two of you sway on your skates near the edge of the rink, careful not to get into anyone’s way. “Can I make a confession?” He speaks softly into your ear.

“Sure.” You wonder if you should be nervous about what he’s going to say.

“I’m glad you were stood up. If not, I wouldn’t have got up the nerve to speak to you after I got a text from my date saying she’d had a better offer.” Pulling away from his hard chest and looked up at him.

“Got a better offer?” Was the woman insane? You may not know Charlie, but from what you’d learned from spending time with him, he was a genuinely nice guy and anyone would be crazy to skip out on a date with him.

“Apparently so, but I was set up with her by my sister, so I’m not too bothered. Plus, I wouldn’t have been able to do this.” He bent his head and kissed you as the lights around on you blared to life.

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[kinkymagnus]

hmmm but specifically thinking about alec like "roughing him up"... they get into a disagreement and alec pulls him by the hair and draws his dagger expecting magnus to fight but instead magnus just moans out loud, legs spreading a bit for him, and alec just smells delighted and says "oh, you LIKE this, don't you? is that what you had been hoping for, for me to lose my patience and rough you up? if you wanted me to spank you and make you mine in public, baby, all you had to do was ask" and magnus can barely protest because alec is right and he wants this so bad

mmmmm like just., slamming him against a wall like. hard enough he feels it but not quite enough to really hurt and pinning him there and it’s just the. like. feeling of being helpless, like you can’t do anything about it, alec’s StRoNgEr (before someone goes rabid on me it’s roleplay shut UP) and he cant “escape” 

but even though he’s supposed to be “roughing him up” magnus is. just. getting wet. iconic of him

but like alec throws him against a wall and he whimpers (and they both let him pretend it was in pain instead of want, need) and he pins him effortlessly and he’s all breathless but the more alec goes on the more clear it is magnus is Very Turned On By This, cue lots of teasing and rough touching and petting and just. teasing him for being horny, for being a cute little slut who gets turned on from being manhandled and roughed up

alec pulling him by the hair and drawing his knife expecting magnus to fight, he’s a feisty bastard, after all, but--okay i. have no idea where this is coming from. but i’m picturing some sort of like. fucking. i don’t know, noir shit? old timey crime novel shit? but like. magnus is a gorgeous singer in a run down old bar run by the mob and alec’s the one roughing him up, showing up in his dressing room twirling a knife, all “subtle” threats, and magnus is unfazed, shooting snarky comments right back at him and getting dressed into his (small if you know what i mean) glamorous outfits for the stage (i feel like depending on the night/theme/clientele it can be anywhere from Classy(TM) to real slutty, dresses and suits and things in between, and magnus loves all of them) and he sings real well (classic “looks right at alec as he sings certain lines”--horny or sweet, your pick) and alec is grudgingly impressed with his cute little songbird, all feisty and unafraid, how cute, how intriguing, this clever little canary who doesn’t flinch when alec lets his hands linger on his pistol holster, or worse, his knife. but you know, he’s still gotta keep him in line, even though really it’s half hearted and an excuse to have him between alec and a wall even if only for a minute--so when he pins him against the wall he expects a slap or to be swiftly slammed to the floor, but instead he melts and his legs spread a little without realizing and oh this is going to be fun. is this incredibly elaborate roleplay? yes. do i care? no. 

and alec teasing him for being such a little whore, trying to be a snarky little brat so that alec would snap and fuck him, huh, did he want alec to fuck him on stage, let everyone watch, did he want alec to spank him and punish him in front of everyone, let the boys in his crew take turns with him if he likes it so much, and with every dirty thing he says magnus is so clearly wet and needy and maybe by now alec’s slipped a hand in his panties and is teasing him, or fingering him, almost gently in this maddeningly slow way, contrasting with the just. filthy words and the way his other hand has magnus’s wrists firmly pinned or still grabbing his hair. just teasing him for being wet, for not even trying to resist, just melting at the rough treatment, clearly wanting a cock inside him so bad, wanting to be fucked and filled and made alec’s 

oh i got lost in the aesthetics of old timey singer magnus getting fingered and fucked in his dressing room let’s get back on topic a bit shall we

ok so specifically alec pulling his hair and pinning him, “threatening” him, and magnus, who’s been such a little. spitfire up until this point. going breathless and quiet and a little lax, staring at alec all lips parted and eyes wide and just. pretty and trying not to melt. and alec teases him for finally being quiet, what, no sassy retort now, you little minx? and he pins him a little harder, leg shoving between his thighs to pin him closer to the wall and magnus like. practically spreads his legs in invitation at that and alecs like .... oh... i see >:) 

he lets one hand come down to touch magnus, almost gentle, cautious, gauging his reaction, and magnus is just. shuddering slightly as a large warm palm trails down his side, on his hip or maybe around to his back (BARE BACK. LOW BACKED DRESS. YESSS) and it’s supposed to be like an “intimidation/humiliation tactic” in a fun sexy roleplay way (”look, ive got you pinned, youre helpless, and im touching you and youre liking it”) but honestly with these soft bitches it’s way more tender than it has any right to be

and like leaning in close, pulling his hair back so that his lips are tilted up and just. kissing him, and magnus can’t help but kiss back :) 

AHHH they keep making it soft!! i promise they’re having fun with rough sex and dubcon roleplay and being kinky bastards!! they’re just also unimaginably tender with each other at all times somehow 

[every1studio]

“endless possibilities” [ateez: san + wooyoung]

(do not read if you are UNCOMFORTABLE with this type of content)

genre: SMUT + female reader

ficstyle: bulletpoints +  [PART 1] [PART 2] [SPECIAL]

prompt: you had a little secret and when San and Wooyoung found out, they used it against you + a little surprise at the end 

note: THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION AND ISN’T MEANT TO BE PORTRAYED IN ANY OTHER WAY

“thank you for always cleaning up the classroom every day, Ms. Y/N~” your teacher patted you on the small of your back before leaving

you forced a smile through, hoping that they’d leave as soon as possible 

throughout the whole time, you had the clench your thighs together so that no one could see the slick of arousal right beneath your skirt

you prayed that no one was able to smell the warm heat coming from you 

you desperately struggled to get through the day 

you cursed under your breath for every second that went by; you told yourself that you would show San and Wooyoung that you weren’t a goody two-shoe valedictorian everybody knew 

when it seemed like everyone had left the building, San and Wooyoung found you in your classroom sitting on top of the teachers desk with your legs crossed 

San whistles as his pants get tight at the sight of you 

Wooyoung loosens his tie and unbutton the first couple of buttons of his shirt, “Y/N.. you are just as desperate as we are... aren’t you?”

you sharply exhaled as you rolled your eyes, “hurry up and get over here”

“oooohh..” San and Wooyoung exchanged sarcastically surprised looks at each other before making their way towards you

San circles around the table so that he’s behind you as Wooyoung is in front of you

“I don’t even know what to start with, Woo~”

“the possibilities are truly endless, San~”

“I think kitten’s gotten a little impatient, hasn’t she, Wooyoung?” San smirks as he places his arms on the table, caging you in 

“bet you she’s a virgin-”

“I’m not.. and I’m on birth control..”

“I guess she’s more of a freak than we originally thought, Wooyoung~”

you swiveled around to meet San face to face  

you pushed him back into the teacher’s chair with your foot and scooted closer to grab his hair,  “and yes, this kitten is very impatient so you better use keep those snarky comments to yourself and you better put that mouth to good use..” 

San and Wooyoung exchanged pure faces of surprise at your tone

“yes ma’am~” San pushes your legs apart; he’s instantly intoxicated by your scent, causing him to get to work 

you roll your eyes back into your head

finally feeling some relief after holding in for the whole day 

Wooyoung leans into the table to lick your lingering essence; smiling as soon as he makes eye contact with you

“you really are as sweet as you smell..” he climbs onto the desk and tightly grabs your chest from behind

there was too many things going on; San’s tongued wrapped around your clit and Wooyoung nipping at his previous love marks as he played with your sensitive nipples

you had one hand roughly grasping at San’s roots and you used the other to roughly snap Wooyoung’s head around so that his lips were met with yours 

you three stayed in this position for a moment before you felt an orgasm coming on

you pushed the boys away

they were concerned; scared that they did something wrong 

“you both are getting uncomfortable, right?” you exhaled as you rubbed San’s bulge with your foot and Wooyoung’s with your hand 

both boys started to breathe a little heavier 

patiently waiting for your next move 

you pushed San all the way back into his seat so you could rub your ass on his clothed dick as you turned around to pull Wooyoung closer by his tie

San threw his head back as you kept pressure on his growing cock, which was probably raging with red at this moment 

Wooyoung sat on the edge of the table so that you were facing his dick but you didn’t give him any attention

your hands were on his thick thighs; only for support as you focused on pleasuring San 

Wooyoung has always been a true-sadistic dominant but the way you were salivating for his dick made him want to give you anything you wanted 

he lifted your face by the chin with his finger so that you’d shift your focus on him, “I’m getting tired of waiting.. what am I, baby girl? a support table?”

you smirked at him as you completely wedged San’s raging bulge in between your ass, “a support table with a pair of thick thighs with a side of dick”

Wooyoung cocks his brow as San’s moans echo in the background 

“my dick should be the main course, not the side dish,” he pulls one of your hands off of his tense thigh and on his belt buckle, “if you finish the main course, I’ll give you dessert..”

San got up in a fast motion, as you were unbuckling Wooyoung’s belt and carefully taking out his dick out of his precum-stained boxers; causing you to fall face forward onto Wooyoung’s tender cock

“AH SHIT SAN, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

San took his dick out of his pants, “she’s teasing us too much I can’t take it anymore..”

he lined himself up to your entrance as he applied pressure to your hips

“if you want to wait for her to tease you into submission, go ahead.. I’m making my move now-”

San went all the way into you, making sure that his hilt made contact with your ass; he moved way too fast and way too rough for you to comprehend if it hurt or if it felt good at first 

but the questionable pain soon washed over with pleasure and the sounds of your whimpering moans traveling into the hallways 

San’s dick was of average size and girth; it was quite veiny and when he pushed in and out of you, even at a rapid pace, you could feel every single one of his vein 

Wooyoung ran his fingers through your hair before pulling it back so that you could feel the fury in his eyes, “I’m. Still. Waiting..”

“I’m sorry..” you tried with all your strength to pull as close as you can towards Wooyoung

just visually, Wooyoung’s penis was different than San’s

it was an average size but he was oh-so thick

you were worried that you couldn’t fit him in your mouth; let alone anywhere

but you had to persevere 

you latched onto his dick with your mouth and Wooyoung finally felt satisfied to get some sort of pleasure

you could feel his dick getting harder and harder in your throat

your eyes welt up with tears as you fought through your gag reflex

“I don’t think she deserves this good fucking since she’s been so catty with us.. she’s definitely enjoying this too much.. “ San managed to say through breathy moans and groans 

Wooyoung pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail back, so that you were still working on sucking on his dick and looking up into his piercing eyes at the same time, “I think we’ll use her as we please as long as she doesn’t get anything out of it, if you know what I mean..”

San doesn’t say anything but goes faster and harder than before causing you to lurch forward deeper around Wooyoung

the vibrations of your moans made his hips match San’s speed 

their sounds combined made you insanely wetter than you already were 

you needed air

you needed a break

you needed to cum

but more importantly, you needed them to cum

Wooyoung could feel your nails claw into this thighs; San could feel you uncontrollably clench around San

that was when they pushed out of you 

leaving you gasping for air

Wooyoung lets your hair fall around your face; the strands of hair sticking to your face

your arousal was radiating heat even after San pulled away from you 

you whimpered at the lost of contact and tried to sit back onto San 

he kept his hands on your hips, away from his cock that was slicked with your juices 

you drooled for Wooyoung’s dick wanting to taste his cum but his hands were pushing you by the shoulder 

“I just want to satisfy you two.. that’s all.. I don’t even need to cum.. “

Wooyoung pulls you up to meet his lips; passionately shoving his tongue into your mouth that still held the saltiness of his precum

San leans forward as his fingers enter you quite rigorously, “you don’t even need to cum? you heard that, Woo? she wants to be our little cum dumpster~”

Wooyoung looks into your desperate puppy eyes, “I think she’s been holding out for a little bit too long, shouldn’t she be rewarded?”

San gives out a half-hearted laugh, “you’re spoiling her..”

“so Y/N.. where do you want me?” Wooyoung smiles as he caresses your hair out of your face 

“c-can I really cum?” you whimpered as you clenched around San’s fingers

Wooyoung kisses your forehead, “I’ll let you cum but you also have to ask San”

you looked over your shoulder, giving San those same eyes you gave to Wooyoung

San tsked as he took his fingers out of you, “on one condition...”

he readjusts everyone’s position 

San pulled Wooyoung by his collar and threw him into the chair

he then bent you over so that you were a 90 degrees angle to the table, ass in front of Wooyoung and his cock was in front of your mouth

“you have to keep eye contact with me as Wooyoung and I ram our dicks into your slutty holes..” 

you patiently batted your eyelashes as you braced yourself

Wooyoung moved first, he had get up from his seat to get a better angle and when he pushed into you, he had to really push 

“h-hah.. baby girl..ngh- you’re way too tight..” he gritted through his teeth

you embarrassingly gave out a loud and whiny moan, “it’s- fuck. not me.. you’re just- just too big~”

San got a little jealous and shoved his perfectly molded dick into your mouth, “don’t forget that I’m here too, kitten..”

once again your eyes were welling up with tears from immense pleasure 

as much as San wanted to keep composed, you were way too good at your job 

he started to whimper and rut even faster into your throat

you were intrigued with his facials; he looked like an omega in heat 

his brows were furrowed as sweat rolled down his sideburns; his fingers were pulling at your scalp and it encouraged you to go deeper and harder 

Wooyoung seemed to keep you moaning around San’s dick

the thickness of his cock hit more than all the right places; every thrust forward allowing San to hit the deeper and deeper down your through

Wooyoung took off his uniform tie to wrap it around your neck, tying it into a leash

you clench around him every time he pulled it back; he made sure to pull it enough to effect you but not cause you to get extremely lightheaded 

this effected San too; he could feel the tie tighten around his cock with every tug 

you mind started to get foggy as you forcefully clenched around Wooyoung 

San whimpering got louder and louder and his hips couldn’t stop jackhammering into your throat 

it was all a domino effect

San came first; he pulled your head into him so that your nose was at the base, still rutting as he rides out his orgasm in your mouth; his cum kept on spurting and spurting down your throat, you were wondering when he’d stop so you could take a breath

then you came; your eyes rolled back as you convulsively spasmed around Wooyoung’s cock; San’s dick kept your cries of pleasures muffled but you couldn’t get a break until Wooyoung came

when he did, you felt an enormous amount of cum rush into like a raging waterfall and he still didn’t stop thrusting roughly

you continued to shake from overstimulation even after Wooyoung rode through his orgasm 

after San rode through his orgasm, he slowly slid out of your mouth and Wooyoung followed suit

the three of you had to catch your breath

San was leaning forward using his arms to support himself up on the desk 

Wooyoung fell back into the chair, watching you continue to spasm from the stimulation 

you were a mess; sprawled out onto your teacher’s desk 

San and Wooyoung exchanged a satisfied smirk as they help cleaned you up 

you couldn’t even stand up properly; you had to support yourself onto San

“so kitten, what did you think?” San tucks your hair behind your ears 

the adrenaline calmed down and you started to blush, “I think that two heads are better than one..”

Wooyoung laughs as he adjusts your uniform, “like literally or literaturely?”

“that’s not a real word..could I get my underwear back please” you muttered through your reddened face 

San smirked and bent down to help you put it back on, “since you asked so nicely~”

“aren’t you glad we caught you watching us from that little cleaning closet over there?”

“Woo, I think that’s enough teasing for one day, yeah? we’ll clean up the room for you, are you able to wait for us at the entrance of the school?” San smiles with his dimples 

you nodded and made your way out; using the desks and walls to get out into the hallway 

you were almost out of the building but the staircase was a nightmare

you legs gave out at the last couples of steps but someone caught you 

“oh gosh.. I’m so sorry-”

“it’s alright, Ms. Y/N..” 

your eyes widened, it was your homeroom teacher, Mr. Park Seonghwa

“Mr. Park.-”

he brings attention to his phone, “seems like those two aren’t the only ones who know your dirty little secret..”

you were scared of what he would do; turn in the evidence and have you expelled? tarnish your reputation? the possibilities were endless 

your teacher leans in close, “you didn’t think they were the only ones to sniff out how sweet you smelled under that skirt, don’t you, Ms. Y/N?” 

although your teacher was extremely hot, he was your teacher

you both could hear the boys making their way closer to the staircase

“don’t worry, I’ll keep you secret safe with me.. for now..” Mr. Park makes his way out of the building and out of sight 

you were going to call out to him to ask what he meant by that but the boys already tossed their arms around your shoulders, “you wanna come over for round two?”

you had to keep what you found out between you and your teacher; there’s no way you could get those two boys involved, “could you guys just walk me home instead?”

“anything for you kitten-”

“anything for you babygirl-”

the boys said at the same time

the boys argued what would be your pet name; but that became background noise as the words of your teacher echoed in the back of your head 

what did he mean for now?

End.

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[derryjay]

Double experience

It wasn't my first time meeting women while tending my garden, but it was my first time with two.

Becky and Susan were two curious teens that would often stop to talk about gardening in general. Both young ladies were seniors in high school and were both involved in the FFA in school. The pair would stop by my yard regularly to view my vegetable plants and see how they were progressing. They always told me the latest info on the newest diseases working their way around as well as possible cures.

Both of the leggy teens seemed timid at first but friendly. Being somewhat tall for women, they were probably ostracized by their peers due to their height. However, both girls were cute in their way. Becky was a freckled face redhead while Susan was, I assumed, a true blonde. Her alabaster skin and pale blue eyes made me feel that way. She looked almost like an albino.

Over time it seemed that their sociability with me didn't transfer to others their own age. An example of that was when they were visiting the garden one day, another teenager passed by, and they completely ignored his attempted contact. Finally, after several visits, they let me in on the fact that most of the kids in school thought they were 'weirdo lesbians,' as they put it. Since they opened that door, I offered, "You do know that there is nothing wrong with that, don't you?"

"Yeah," they mumbled in stereo before making up excuses to finish some homework and headed home. I finished my weeding for the day and went inside, hoping that I hadn't offended them.  

It was about four days later that they once again appeared as I was tending to my vegetables. The girls seemed even friendlier than usual and not at all bothered by my comment from before. It wasn't until they entered the garden and began helping me that I noticed their scant attire. Both were wearing tank tops, leaving their midsections exposed, as well as short-shorts that barely covered their pert little buttocks.

These two were not your slutty dressing type of teenagers, and I was a bit surprised until Becky spoke. "First off, we wanted to apologize for our behavior on our previous visit. We reacted to your comment as if you were teasing us as the kids do, but then after talking it over, we realized that you weren't."

Susan added, a bit quieter, "We have played a little together and do enjoy it, but we'd really like to try a guy together. We've heard our mothers talk about you over the last couple of years and were intrigued. That is why we initially started to talk to you, but after seeing your love for plants, we kinda left that idea behind."

"However, since we are both going away to college in a month, we would love for you to teach us about man-on-woman sex," Becky blurted out.

'What my little horn-dog friend is saying is would you be interested in teaching a couple of know-nothing eighteen-year-olds about copulating with the opposite sex? We know that you have helped more than a few women out with their sexual frustrations, whatever they may be. But, we also know that we're young and not all that attractive..."

"Wait," I stepped in. "You two are very attractive, but it's not about that or you being legal so much as whether I think you can handle the emotional aspect of sexual intercourse. Even the smartest of us has mistaken sex for love and ruined their life over it. Why do you think I'm still single?" We all had a good laugh at my last comment before I added, "I want you ladies to think about this for a few days while I do the same, then we'll reconvene here Saturday morning. Does that sound fair?"

They both nodded their heads affirmatively before we went back to tending the garden as they thought things over. Then, with the weeds pulled and the veggies harvested, I handed them their take for helping, as usual, and they left for the evening. Becky turned back and smiled before saying, "We'll see you Saturday, about ten a.m.?"

"That's perfect!" I replied while watching those long legs disappear up the street. I, too, thought about the ramifications of having sex with a couple of teenage girls and the possible emotional baggage that it would bring. Even with them being of legal age, I was concerned that I'd have to tape the sessions to protect myself if there was blowback. But, of course, I would get their consent and, it would be nice for a later review. I mean, who would ever believe that I had two pretty teenage girls at the same time.

At thirty-five, I was twice their age, which wouldn't look good if things went awry. This would be a tough decision, but not one for tonight.

I took care of myself that night to ease myself into sleep. There was something to be said for a good orgasm to bring on a deep and restful sleep. The following morning, I thought through things with a clearer head. I decided that the taping was a bad idea even with their consent. If I were going to do this, I would have to trust them, and they trust me.

The week went by, and I found myself awake at six a.m. Saturday morning with some serious wood. Rather than pleasure myself, I headed for some coffee while slipping on some loose shorts sans underwear. With my coffee in hand, I headed for the greenhouse to do a little housekeeping. After planting season, it became a bit of a junkyard, and it was time to do some cleanup.  

Raising plants from seed and then cleaning up the mess took a lot of time and effort but kept the stress monster off of my back. There was just something so relaxing and revitalizing about the whole process. Of course, the weed pulling was the best for stress reduction. Yanking those stubborn and annoying suckers from the ground released the pressures of the workday in waves.

I'd finished throwing away the cracking and busted pots along with the assorted trash. After sweeping up, I headed to get some hot soapy water for scrubbing the dirty pots. There was quite a stack, and I knew that it would take a couple of hours. I heard some voices as I emerged from the basement with a five-gallon bucket of hot water laden with soap and a touch of bleach.

It was only seven-thirty, so I assumed that it was a couple of walkers passing by. Then, coming from the backyard, I noticed someone in the greenhouse through the frosted panels. "Hello there," I offered as I neared the sliding doors.

"Oh, hi Dennis!" I heard in cheerful stereo from my two teenage helpers.

"What are you two doing up and out so early on a Saturday?" I questioned as my eyes roamed their skimpy clothing.

"Well, we thought things over and talked about it all like you suggested," Susan replied.

"And?" I inquired.

"We understand why you wanted us to think about things. You're worried that you'll be accused of taking advantage of us or worse. So, we figured that we should tape our experience using all three of our phones. That way, we all have a copy and can add our oral consent at the beginning," Becky added.

"You're correct about part of it, but the other part is that you two are entrusting me with your first time, and that is a monumental obligation from my perspective. It's not that I haven't taken another's virginity before. But, still, at the time, I was of similar age to the one I deflowered. Plus, I thought I was in love."

"We did consider that too, but I honestly don't think that will be a problem since we'll be leaving the area in a month," Susan stated.

"Although, we may want to do it over and over until then if it's really good," Becky added with a sly little smile before asking. "So, when can we start?"

"Well, I was going to wash some pots, but I think spending time with the two of you in bed sounds much more exciting. So why don't we head inside now?"

Becky sprinted toward the back door with Susan and I following close behind. Once inside, she headed up the stairs and found my bedroom. Once inside, we all paused as they took in the furnishings. The king-sized bed drew Susan's attention immediately, and she slithered across it before rolling back and forth.

Becky was still looking around when Susan implored, "Come kiss me Becky, and lick my titties," as she slipped her tank-top over her head. "You too, Dennis," she added while kicking off her flip-flops. I guess it's true what they say about the quiet ones. As Becky and I each took a pert little nipple in our mouths, Susan pushed off her short skirt and panties. Then, with her entire lithe form exposed, Susan put a hand on each of our heads, holding us tightly to her a-cup breasts.

I moved a hand down her torso, lightly drawing circles on the taut abdomen. Goose-bumps rose as I crossed the top of her pelvic mound and tickled her sparse blonde hair. Smiling to myself about her true-blonde status, I continued down her thigh. The bumps followed my fingers as they continued tracing across her inner thigh. Finally, I softly pulled her leg outward to open her flower for full display when I reached her knee.  

Becky followed my lead, but not so leisurely. As I moved my fingers delicately back up Susan's thigh, Becky was in quick pursuit and reached Susan's lips before me. As Becky's fingers traced Susan's outer labia, Susan cooed faintly. When my fingers reached Susan's sex, I too began to stimulate her outer regions.

With my digits on autopilot, I turned to face Becky. We'd been in close proximity for a few minutes now but hadn't really acknowledged each other. Then, as if sensing my stare, Becky looked at me, and we quickly moved together for a kiss as our fingers tangled at Susan's damp opening. The kiss moved from tentative to full-on face sucking rather quickly.

We simultaneously began to increase our provocation of Susan's splayed puss. My finger went for her little nub while Becky's slipped inside. Susan's cooing turned to loud sighs as she lifted her ass off the bed to spur us on. I moved up Susan's chest with Becky's lips in tow, and we licked and nibbled her neck while heading to share her mouth. With the three-way kissing in full bloom, Susan's legs began to shudder as she neared her first climax. She growled into our mouths before going rigid. As her crest passed its peak, Susan dropped to the bed and panted.  

Upon catching her breath, Susan stammered, "Oh my God. That was one of the best orgasms that I've ever had."

She kissed us both ardently as we continued to play with her leaking box. Pulling my face away, I asked, "So, what have you two done together so far?"

No longer shy now that my finger was circling her stiff clit, Susan answered, "Just what we're doing right now."

"So neither of you has gone down on the other?" I inquired.

"I tried to do it to Susan, but she was too embarrassed to let me," Becky almost whispered.

"There's no need to be shy now, Becky. You have two of your fingers buried in your best friend's pussy, and it's making her feel fantastic. Isn't it, Susan?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes!" Susan yelled between gasps for air.

"Why don't we head down to her leaking puss together and get a little taste of Susan?" I suggested.

"That sounds yummy," Becky replied as we did just that.

Kissing our way down her neck and chest, Becky and I both paused to enjoy Susan's firm nipples for a minute or two. Susan was relishing our mutual attention as she panted and moaned emphatically. Then, with them both pink and stiff, we moved down her belly while kissing and nibbling. Susan's cries softened but never stopped as we neared her drooling slit.

Becky let me take the lead as we were centimeters from Susan's sex. I paused and blew gently as Becky removed her fingers. A vibrant, "Mmmmmm," escaped Susan's lips as goosebumps rose across her pelvic flesh. I did it a few more times as I drew closer. Finally, the last breath was into her small gape left from Becky's intruding digits.

The first touch of my tongue came at the base of Susan's vaginal opening. She jumped a little as I moved up her inner labia.

"Oh, it's so warm and gentle. I could get used to... oh, fuck!" Susan shrieked as I flattened my tongue and swiped across her entire puss. Her pelvis jumped up, and her thighs attempted to squeeze shut. With the next pass, I pushed my tongue in just a little before another full swipe. Susan seemed to be enjoying her first pussy licking. Her nectar was sweet, and while I was enjoying myself thoroughly, I knew that it was time to share.

As I pulled back, Becky moved in hesitantly. I whispered in her ear, "Just enjoy her and pay attention to her sounds and movements. You'll quickly figure out what she likes best." After a few tentative licks, Becky began to devour Susan like an animal. Locking her arms around both of Susan's thighs, Becky went at her like she was starving. Susan's hands gripped Becky's hair and pulled her in even tighter as they did their dance.

I sat up and watched their entanglement and noticed how Becky began to grind her crotch into my bedspread. She was still dressed in her skirt, tank-top, and sneakers, so I moved behind her to remove them. The sneakers slipped off easily but gave away my intentions.

"Yes, please!" Becky garbled as her face barely left Susan's puss long enough to speak.

I let my hands move up her legs ever so subtly toward her inner thighs as Becky eagerly spread them. Once I reached the top of her thighs, I tickled her puss through her white cotton panties. She squirmed like a worm in your hand as I licked and nibbled my way up her legs. Upon reaching the bottom of her panties, I pressed my face into her crotch and buttocks. I let my nose dig in between her firm little cheeks as my tongue lapped at her soaked and covered crotch.

I could still hear Susan's cries of excitement even though my ears were well covered by Becky's clamping legs. Having gotten a good sample of Becky's flavor, I decided it was time to dig in and removed her skirt and undies in one quick pull. Once they were on the floor, I grabbed her feet to suck on her toes. Becky seemed very ticklish at first, but the more I licked, the more excited she seemed to get. She quickly neared climax as I began scraping them lightly with my teeth.

Becky began flopping on the bed as her orgasm seized her young body. The howls and screeches she released echoed throughout my house. As her movement eased, I slid up quickly, opening her thighs along the way. Then, nearing her buttocks, I grasped both cheeks and spread them wide. My tongue swiped upward from her quivering puss across her taint and ending at her little pink pucker.

Again the echoes filled the room as both girls were in a state of bliss. Then, wanting to give Becky a little more, I slipped first one, then two fingers into her slippery snatch. As I fingered her willing hole, my tongue flicked at her little star, intent on prying it open. Becky squeezed my head sternly as my tongue began to penetrate her anal ring. Her constrictions only made me press harder into her while adding a third finger to her loosening cunt.

Her climax hit her hard, and I held on tight as she squirmed about, causing Susan to have another also. Then, with them both a bit exhausted, I removed my face from Becky's back door and slid up the bed alongside Susan. We kissed tenderly for a while as Becky continued to pleasure her puss gingerly.

Pulling her head away momentarily, Susan asked, "So, what did you do to her, but just as important, when do we get to the actual fucking?"

"Do you dislike having Becky's tongue between your legs?" I responded in question.

"Not at all. In fact, I wish that I'd allowed her to do that when she first tried. But, I would so like to feel your hard cock filling me up over and over again."

"Well, why don't you try giving Becky a little oral, and if you can make her cum then I'll fuck you first. How's that sound?" I queried.

Whispering, Susan asked, "But what if I don't like it?"

"Well, you won't know until you try, but I'm pretty sure that you'll love it as much as she does. So, why don't you two switch positions, and I'll help you get started."

Susan's hands went to Becky's head and raised it from her sodden crotch. "Come on up here, Baby. I want to kiss you before I taste your pussy."

Becky moved up quickly as I backed away to watch two people who were obviously in love entwine. The kiss was soft and loving, and it was as if I wasn't even there. Becky slipped a thigh between Susan's as they mashed their pelvises against each other. Nothing was urgent in their lovemaking while they were face to face. Instead, it was gentle, slow, and all-encompassing.

I sat back and watched for a few minutes, just letting them do their thing. I figured that it was probably difficult for them to get together and be so placid in their lovemaking, given that they both still lived at home and had siblings to contend with. Then, at one point, they both turned to me, and Susan ordered, "Hey you! You've got a couple of hot young women playing naked in your bed. You need to be naked too."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied like a smartass while standing and doing a slow strip for my sexy audience. I teased them by removing my t-shirt rather slowly. However, when it came to my shorts, I whipped them down quickly, exposing my pulsing hard-on to my two lovely's. Susan reached out first, but I swatted her hand away. "I believe you have something else just as enticing to attend to first."

As soon as I said that, Susan rolled Becky onto her back, pinned her hands down, and began to nibble on her small breasts. Moving from one to the other, she managed, "Join me," with a quick stare at my cock.

I moved in and took over one tit while Susan lavished the other with her mouth. It seemed from watching Susan's work that Becky liked it rough, so I, too, brought my teeth to the game. Once I got going, Susan breathed, "You take over here." I watched as she quickly moved down Becky's torso and covered her pussy with her open mouth. Up until now, Becky's eyes had been mostly closed. But when she felt a mouth on her crotch, she opened them to see Susan worshipping her vagina, and she sighed.

As Susan's tongue swirled in Becky's leaking puss, she pulled away for a second, saying, "Okay, you both were right. She is delicious!" before diving back in. I swapped back and forth between Becky's rigid nipples as her legs slowly encompassed Susan's head and back. Finally, Becky's entire body began to shiver, and her ankles crossed behind Susan's head, pressing her even harder into her open cunt.  

As she ground onto Susan's face, Becky mumbled, "Bite it... bite my clit... gaaahhhddd!"  

Her grunt/howl exploded from her like the orgasm that wrenched her body into a twisted display. Becky's pelvis turned to her left while her torso heaved to the right. Her hands grabbed my head and jerked my face to hers while her thighs consumed Susan's head. I was briefly concerned with Susan's ability to breathe before my own breath was compromised as well.

Becky's lip-lock was compelling, to say the least, as our tongues danced and twirled inside each other's mouths. With our mouths entwined, my engorged penis was resting on her hip. The pre-cum oozing from its tip coated it as our kissing intensified. My fingers continued to work her nipples as her peak seemed endless. I didn't know what Susan was doing down there, but it was working.

After another hip-bucking surge, Becky pulled her lips from mine and begged, "No more! Both of you stop. Please."

Becky spread her legs to release Susan's head as I released her nipples. Becky panted furiously while Susan again took notice of my raging hardon. Susan's mouth moved eagerly from Becky's crimson puss to my plum pecker. She lapped at the tip, and when she'd taken in all the semen on my pole, she started licking it off of Becky's hip. When that was gone, Susan pushed me onto my back and moved between my legs. Then, up on all fours, Susan took me into her mouth to lick and suck.

A few minutes into Susan's first blowjob, Becky had calmed a little and moved onto her side, facing me. Initially, she just watched as I did. But as the spectacle of her girlfriend sucking me ensued, her own excitement increased. Rolling her chest onto mine, Becky began sucking my face again while tweaking my nipples. I was starting to feel really good but didn't want to waste my load on just one of them. So, I suggested to Becky, "Why don't you join Susan, and I'll show you what a male orgasm looks like up close?"

Once they worked in tandem, I pointed out the more sensitive areas to lick, including my scrotum. With a few pointers here and there, the girls were on their way to having their faces coated in warm cum. "Alright, my little blowjob pros, you are about to see a male orgasm up close and personal. Here it comes... Yesss!"

The first ejaculation hit Susan in the back of her mouth. Pulling back quickly, the second shot went into the air before landing on my chest. I watched Becky move up and take me in her mouth for the third and fourth spurts. Then, as she backed off a little, the two of them shared the last dribbles by licking either side of my shaft as I continued to shake.

I only softened a little in the aftermath due to their constant sucking and lapping of my penis. However, by the time they were done cleaning and sucking, I was at full mast again.  

"Okay, ladies, are you ready for more?"

Becky burst out with, "Are you ready to fuck us now?"

"Only if you are ready."

"Who goes first?" Susan inquired.

"It doesn't matter to me. In fact, if neither of you is ready, then we can wait for another day."

"Oh, hell no!" Becky yelled. "We both came here to learn about sexual intercourse from you. I'd love to go first unless Susan really wants to."

"While you two decide, I'm going to grab some condoms."

"Why are you getting condoms? We are both on the pill in preparation for playing at college." Susan asked.

"It's good to hear that you lovely ladies took the initiative to protect yourselves from pregnancy. But, as you know, there are many sexually transmitted diseases out there that cause a lot of problems."

"Do you have any of them" Becky inquired.

"No, but you should have some experience with the use of condoms and should always insist on them being used whenever you're with someone new. If you want to do this again at a later date, then we'll talk about me going bareback. But, just remember that no form of birth control is one hundred percent effective."

"We know all of that, and we knew that you would remind us of that too. So why do you think we came to you in the first place?" Susan countered.

"Because I'm a hot middle-aged guy?" I joked.

"Yes, that too. But also because you treat women very well by all that we've heard and experienced so far," Becky answered with a sly little grin.

While I headed to the bathroom to grab a couple of condoms, I heard the whispers flying back and forth between my young paramours. In order to give them another minute to work out their decision, I pretended to have misplaced the willy wrappers. When at last all was quiet, I headed back in to gaze upon my two naked beauties. "So, who goes first," I queried.

Susan started, "Since we both want to go first, we decided on a contest." Becky continued, "We are going to get into a sixty-nine, and whoever cums first loses. What do you think?"

"I think that's a win, win, win. You two get to pleasure each other, and I get to watch it all."

As they settled into a side-by-side, I sat on the bedside to enjoy their mutual indulgence. My initial view was of Susan's head between Becky's legs. Her tongue glided from Becky's clit to her pucker and back again. After only thirty seconds or so, I saw Susan's eyes turn to slits and her head shiver as she stopped. Then, moving around the bed to Becky's face in Susan's crotch, I noticed Becky was fingering Susan's ass rather aggressively. I had a feeling that Becky was going to be the winner very soon.

As I was moving back around to see the look on Susan's face, I saw that she was near climax. Then out of nowhere, Becky suddenly screamed into Susan's crotch. Sly little Susan began gnawing on her Becky's clit like a piece of chewing gum. Becky convulsed wildly, and her scream continued while she soaked Susan's face.

As they parted in the afterglow of Susan's win, I offered Becky this thought, "You may have lost this round. But because of coming here today, you got your girlfriend to eat your pussy for the first time. And, she's made you cum at least twice from doing that. So, I ask you, are there any real losers today?"

"Not in the least. Feeling her tongue and teeth in and on my pussy was the best. I'll enjoy watching you take her virginity as I relish the thought of her mouth on my sex," Becky replied.

Susan moved her face to Becky's and kissed her hard before offering this, "From now on, I'll lick you whenever you ask. I love the taste of you, Becks!"  

Moving onto her back, Susan gleefully said, "Fuck me, Dennis!"

To be continued...

[imaginesbyem]

Prom Queen - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: (Y/N) struggles with feeling invisible when compared to her best friend. 

Loosely based off of the song Prom Queen by Caitlin Turner. 

“Can you hold this for a sec?” Allison asks me as she passes me her bag, not waiting for a response. I hold onto it while she slides her jacket on, even though the weather was way too hot to be wearing leather.

“Super cute Al!” I hear a voice shout out, only for my gaze to meet Lydia Martin’s. Well, the side of her face at least. “Totally ties in the boots. Scott will go crazy for it!” She laughs. I stand there awkwardly, still holding onto Allison’s bag. I feel like some weird doorman who spies in on his client’s personal lives. “Oh! Also, I haven’t heard back from you about this Friday!” 

“Sorry Lydia! I’ve been flat out studying.”

“What’s this Friday?” I ask, trying to join into the conversation. Lydia looks at me as if I’m pulling her leg.

“Lydia’s Annual Halloween Party!”

“I thought we were watching reruns of the It Tele Series?” I asked, genuinely confused. 

“Oh, I completely forgot! Sorry Lyds.”

���Why don’t you just come along too, (Y/N)?” Lydia asks nonchalant but is met with laughter from both the girls. “What?”

“Parties just aren’t really my scene.” I giggle. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” She jokes resulting in a frown finding it’s way to my face. “But, if you change you’re mind, the invitation is still extended. I just had a plan ready to finally get Scott and Allison together!” She smiles. I’m instantly hit with a pang of guilt. “See you in 4th.” She nods to Allison and leaves.

“You should go.” I spit out quickly before I change my mind. 

“What? No. We have plans.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be the reason you and Scott don’t get together.” 

“(Y/N), if Scott and I are meant to be together then it’ll work out. I’m sure there will be another ‘Annual Lydia Martin Party’ soon enough, anyway.” she chuckles

“I know but I feel like I’m holding you back.”

“Don’t be silly. You know I only chose to move to this school so we could hang out more!” I’m stumped. I don’t know how to respond and Allison knows it’s going to eat me up inside. “Come with me.” 

“What?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We can just drink and talk shit all night!” 

“I don’t know...”

“Think about it. Please?” I just sigh and finally hand back her bag which I realised I had been anxiously clutching onto. 

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“I can’t believe you roped me into this.” I say as I try on yet another outfit of Allison’s. The party was costume, so naturally I brought a hockey mask and a flannel and called it a day. But, apparently that wasn’t what the girls would be wearing. Allison tried to explain that Lydia’s parties are different to our ones. When it’s Halloween, its really how slutty can you dress. When its Christmas, again, how slutty can you dress. Basically every party is a frat boys dream in disguise. 

“That looks awesome!” I stare down at the sexy Poison Ivy costume she had ordered online. 

“I look like I’m trying to get arrested for drug possession.” Allison groans. “Forget it. I shouldn’t even be going.” 

“No, no, no! I’m sorry! I just want you to grab the attention of a special someone tonight!”

“Who?”

“Oh, come on. You basically drool every time Stilinski walks in the same room as you.” 

“You make me sound like I have severe mental issues.”

“Well....” She jokes and I grab a pillow, throwing it at her. We laugh as we continue throwing things at one another. “And you thought dressing up was the only frat boy dream we’d be acting out tonight.” She laughed as we realised how cliche a pillow fight was.

“Okay. I think I’m gonna wear the vampire costume then. It’s the only one with a portable blanket I can wrap around myself.” I laugh as I pick up the cloak. 

“Fair enough. I’ll go for the witch then!” Allison says as she grabs the mini dress.

“That’ll definitely put Scott under some kind of spell.” I laugh.

“That’s the plan.” She winks.

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“Allison! You came!” Lydia squeals as we walk through the door to the backyard. Eyes turn towards us and I feel my cheeks heating up and Lydia hugs Allison, and goes into some conversation about boys. I stand there, not knowing how to contribute whatsoever to the conversation, but  from the looks of it, no one really notices me awkwardly standing around, waiting. So a bit of a plus side I guess. 

“(Y/N/N), I’ll be back in a sec. Lydia’s gonna introduce me to one of her guy friends. I’m guessing to try to make Scott jealous.” She giggles. “I’ll meet you by the drinks table in 20.” She calls out as Lydia drags her away. Great.

I look around and realise the people here are all complete strangers. Yeah, I may have spoken to a couple of them once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes at a time, and never about anything other than school or homework. I sigh and help myself to the drinks table, skulling a drink and then pouring another. 

“Woah. Tough night for you too?” I hear a voice behind me chuckle. 

“You wouldn’t believe.” I muttered only to turn around and be met with the brown eyes belonging to Stiles. Somehow, he’s the only guy that doesn’t look straight through me. I feel like when he talks to me, he is actually listening and intrigued in what I have to say. “Stiles!” I say in surprise.

“(Y/N)!” He repeats, imitating my shock. “What’s up?” He says, motioning to the drink.

“Trying to forget I exist.” I laugh but a slight frown settles on his face. 

“And why’s that?”

“Just wanna be like everyone else I suppose.” I try to joke. The words flew out of my mouth before I had the chance to catch them in my throat.

“Don’t I know how that feels.” Stiles says as he stares off, drinking from a freshly poured cup. 

“You’re kidding. Stiles, you’re impossible not to notice!” I laugh.

“Not so sure about that. Don’t forget, it wasn’t until Scott became the ‘True Alpha’ that people even started looking somewhat in my direction. I followed Lydia like a lost puppy. She probably doesn’t even remember me doing it.”

“Don’t be stupid Stiles. I loved listening to the snarky comments you made back in class.” Stiles smiles softly at me before being bumped into by some strange guy running past. I feel my white shirt get doused with the red liquid.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Stiles says, reaching to wipe the drink off of my shirt.

“Stiles!” I shout and he quickly realises what he’s doing. 

“Fuck. Sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay! Now it just looks like I’ve been feasting on blood” I say, motioning to my vampire outfit. Stiles laughs slightly, shaking his head.

“It looks like you’re going to freeze. Here, come with me.” Stiles says as he grabs my hand. I feel my heart flutter slightly as he protectively leads me towards the stairs, pushing through the crowd that pays us no attention. 

Stiles pushes open a door which leads to Lydia’s bedroom. “Sit down, I’ll grab a wet towel.” As Stiles runs off, I look around her room. Photos featuring Lydia and her many friends litter the room. But my eyes stop on one. Lydia’s arms are thrown around Stiles as she smiles widely. 

“What ya looking at?” I jump, hearing Stiles so close behind me that I could almost feel his breath on my neck.

“Jesus! Scared the hell out of me!” I say, holding my hand to my chest. “Just admiring all of Lydia’s photos.”

“Yeah, she has a lot of friends.” Stiles says matter-of-factly. “Here’s your towel.” He says as he holds up a damp cloth, obviously wanting to avoid what happened only a few moments ago. 

“Cheers.” I sit down on the bed and begin trying to wipe down the mark. Stiles sits next to me and watches on, not knowing what to say. “You know whats funny? I’m sitting here, trying to get punch out of my shirt, and it’s still more fun than what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles chuckles at my hopelessness. 

“I mean, every time I’ve ever gone to one of these stupid parties I just stand around waiting for my friend to be ready to leave.”

“If I knew thats how you felt I would have kept you company.”

“Nah, it’s okay. You were probably too busy running after Lydia anyway.” I giggled.

“Don’t remind me.” He sighs. 

“Don’t worry Stiles. It’s every guys dream to be with the hot popular girl. You’re not breaking any barriers.” I roll my eyes, teasing him.

“It wasn’t even that though. I guess it just felt like that’s what I should want. I always struggled with feeling invisible so I thought that the perfect solution would be to have the girl that everyone loves, love me. I don’t know, it sounds kinda stupid when I say it out loud. Must be all the punch” Stiles forced out a chuckle.

“It’s not stupid!” I place my hand on his leg, comforting him. He smiles softly up at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I didn’t realise you felt that way.”

“Yeah, well I’ve kind of gotten used to being in the background I suppose.”

“Trust me I know how you feel.”

“What?” Stiles turns his head towards me in confusion.

“It’s not that surprising. The only time people look at me is when Allison introduces me to them.” I laugh.

“That’s not true. I watch you all the time!.. Wait- that sounded creepy.” He laughs.

“Not wrong there.” I chuckle.

“I just meant, you’re so interesting to watch. You’re always pulling that weird face when you get confused in class, and your reactions when Scott and Allison attempt to flirt is priceless.”

“What can I say, it’s horrific. Like, just ask her out to dinner if you want to date. Stop circling around it.” I laugh, thinking back to every class with Scott trying to get Allison’s attention.

“That easy, huh?” The right side of Stiles’ face widens into a smile.

“Well I mean, I think sometimes you just have to make the leap and not be worried about falling.” I say, looking straight into Stiles’ eyes. 

“That’s a really interesting opinion. I’d love to hear you discuss it more. Maybe over dinner?” 

“I-. I’d love to.” I giggle at his poor attempt to ask me out.

“Wow. I guess it really was that easy.” Stiles half-mutters to himself.

“Hold your horses, Stilinski. You could always ruin it by trying to share my desert or something.” I giggle.

“Well, I guess we’ll see if it looks worthwhile wasting a couple years of mustering up the courage to ask you out. Probably not. Unless it’s passionfruit. Then you’re a goner.” He jokes with a slight smile on his face, struggling to maintain his seriousness. 

“Ha. Ha.” I smile, looking deeply into his eyes as I feel his thumb brush over my hand. “We should probably head back downstairs. Allison will be wondering where I am.”

“Let her wonder.” He smiles, convincing me to linger in this moment of bliss a minute more.

(A/N: I haven’t proof read, so sorry if there’s a couple of mistakes. I’ve been putting off posting for a bit so I know I just need to stop second guessing or it’ll never make it’s way out of my drafts :P ).

[anteroom-of-death]

Life, For Dummies p10

a/n: too long, i am now brain dead. time for death. but enjoy this crappy cracked inside look at my ongoing mental health crisis. fluff, lemon, intrigue and gift giving ensue!

You sat at the table, too excited to drink most of your coffee, only a few frazzled sips here and there. The looming threat of a surprise had you on the edge of your seat. He was very good at hiding them from you, save for a few hints here and there to help you deduce what it was, then praising you for how clever you were. 

But this one? No hints! Nothing you could think of to even suggest one besides the faint mention last night…

It was making you even more manic than he was. And he was dancing around the console room, singing a song, fiddling with wires and occasionally booping you on the nose as he attached devices to the TARDIS’s mainframe. 

“Oh, my pet, you’re really gonna love this!” He’d occasionally jeer at you. You were toiling away in your mind, wracking it for all it was worth.

You had a few more sips and decided to take a mental chill pill. You inhaled and held your breath, then released it. You once took a class on DBT during your year of longing and were trying to remember the steps to a healthy breathing pattern. 

You shook yourself sane again. He was winding you up on purpose most likely.

You eventually questioned, “So, what are you going to do? Go back to the night of my 16th birthday and save me from a truly horrible fashion incident?” 

He paused at that and inhaled, “I could spend a million years studying humans and you still say the darndest things!” He laughed then went back to his mania.

You spoke quietly into your coffee, “Yeah, and Time Lords are really such easy reads..:”

You got up and shuffled back to your room, going for your medicine chest and taking a few painkillers as a precaution. With his dancing across the console and all the thinking that you were doing, you felt like it was a justified choice. 

You felt indescribably thankful he let you have a big room and a separate bathroom from him, even a little balcony of sorts with a simulation of whatever surroundings you wanted to fall asleep with if you wanted. It allowed you a solitary sanctuary for just you, your thoughts and your own little things. He rarely came in, only on invite. You were beyond thankful. 

Kept you sane and reminded you that you were a human, and human was good. 

Even when he would rail against humans in general, it was hard to keep centered, what with you earning a universal reputation and your dual infamy as a couple. You, in the eyes of many weren’t as weak as your humble heritage suggested. Some people even thought you were a Time Lady. 

You, in your humble human eyes, thought that was hilarious.

If they ever knew that they were under fear of a human? 

Not that the growing sadist in you didn’t want to reveal that one time and see the wheels of brains turn and explode.

You stretched and got back to the console room and sat down, he was starting to flip switches. 

“Oh, I got a good feeling this will work!” He pet the underside of your chin and kissed your lips gently. You pressed it more and kissed him back. 

You went to take your usual position as co-pilot but he swotted your hands away and tsked. “No, no. Special treat. Pets aren’t in need to know.” You rolled your eyes as you felt the TARDIS lurch violently and shudder to a stop.

“Off you pop. Outside.” He shooed you to the door and shrugged on his jacket. 

You walked out into a near-blinding white void. If it weren’t for the obvious bottom you were walking on, you would’ve been highly concerned you were going to fall for an eternity and a day. 

It also felt hauntingly room temperature. A little too even. 

You turned to him, the open door, his outfit, him and you being the only colors in this massive nothingness. “What is this place?” You looked at him and were not sure whether or not to be put out or confused. 

“Soon...give it time…” He purred. 

You turned around and put your face in your hands to hide it. A slight groan slid out of your throat. 

You decided to follow his instructions and went around mildly exploring to see what this all was. Maybe it was some gift and he was having it be hidden somewhere within all this white?

Maybe this was some obscure Time Lord fetish?

In your mind, this was going on forever. 

“Is it time yet?” You whined.

He was breathing gently, whispering eyes closed, suddenly the eyes snapped open, “Oh, I feel it soon, some are not mentally cooperating here.” He smirked like an inside joke happened to befall him, and only him.

You blew out air from your lips and let it bubble over your lips. You were getting very bored. You blinked a few times pointedly in his general direction and sighed melodramatically and twirled at your hair.

You began to rub at the bridge of your nose in frustration and were about ready to march your ass back in there and shut this whole thing down. Then the hair on the back of your neck began to prickle and you felt the air pressure shift and drop suddenly. As if you were in a plane that made a hard landing or something. Your ears certainly were popping and crackling like a bowl of wet Rice Krispies.

A gentle, yet persistent ringing started in your ears as what sounded like a door slamming open. You yelped and legged it to the TARDIS door before the Master comically caught your arm and turned you around.

“I’m arriving!” He pointed out as a man who resembled that Prime Minister that killed the US president then was shot by his wife but older and hotter strode out, eyes both fish dead and suspicious and alight, with your screwdriver in his hand.

He was dressed in all black save for a sliver of red on an inner lapel. 

The Master shot some sideways finger guns at him and smiled, “Welcome me!” He then raised his hands in a very “let’s do lunch!” Fashion. “The other may be coming soon! Pet! Come meet my past!” He pointed at himself then made a flourish with his arm towards the taller man

“Your past?” The man glared at the Master.

“Don’t tell me this is what I become…” He crossed his arms cynically. 

“Meet the Master!” He proudly showed you off, holding a possessive hand on your shoulder and hunching down as he spun you around and forward. “I’ve got to drag the best of me kicking and screaming here and make it so I don’t remember this at all.” He smiled and flopped his hands out and up.

You offered a cautious hand out to the man before you. 

He took it, but looked highly annoyed, especially after Your Master started speaking in Gallifreyan and even begged a bit.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like that crazy Prime Minister?” You asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.

“Oh, you’re very observant!” He replied, bitingly sarcastic. “Does he keep you around for your excellent inductive reasoning skills?” He kept looking at Your Master, like he was so disappointed and pissed off.

He went over and you grabbed at his arm and instructed, “Don’t interrupt him.” You smarted. 

He looked at you and went to his screwdriver, and you went to yours. Like a bad western movie- high noon happening in the white void.

“That’s mine!” He growled and went for it.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Mine now!” 

This Master was hot, but an annoyance. None of this Master’s tenderness nor wit.

He glowered at you and you rolled your eyes as you saw two waltz out of other doors in the void. A tall man with green snake-eyes and a floor length Matrix coat and a small dandy sort in a smart old fashioned suit. 

Your Master stopped and snapped back to reality. 

“Welcome!” He cooed. 

“This is my pet...and once Missy and another one of me come…’ He shrugged and blushed and smiled, his fingers twiddling on the backs of his hands, he looked half gone mentally, but you had to admit, the disheveled look really did suit him best. It was so slutty and his blush suited his favorite purple and gold tones so well. 

“I have a special request!” He smiled and gaped his mouth.

You were scraping the palms of your hands with your index fingers trying to get your attention back to assess these new Masters before you. 

Though, you though, You were finally going to meet the shopkeeper killer hat lady herself! That was a fun thought.

The tall one was an American and he just waved and did a half nod. 

The dandy strutted towards you with such confidence. “A radiant beauty..” He brusquely whispered, kissing your hand like a prince from a Disney film. “I am, as you know, the Master.” He traced an elegantly gloved hand down the side of your face, “Tell me, what luck did happen to me, to find such a beautiful travel companion.”

You half scrunched your face, half beamed, as this one was trying to charm the pants off of you. “Honestly, just kind of happened. He saw me once and decided to steal me.” You laughed and felt yourself curtsy. 

Your Master came over and chuckled, “Did you just curtsy?” 

You looked at him and made a jumble of indignant noises at him. He rolled his eyes and turned you around, a man dressed head to toe in velvet with tails and a neat beard and glowing blue eyes came forth and looked like he hit the jackpot. 

“A room filled with me? My my, aren’t I a lucky bastard.” He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows. 

“Hello, sailors and soldiers.” A sharp Scottish accent trilled out as a short woman dressed like Evil Mary Poppins undulated out, “And human?” She asked. “Oohhh…” She leered and sat on an umbrella she had, kicking her leg out.

“Has my male egos gotten big enough for an orgy?” She cheesed.

Your Master clapped his hands and tried to get order, “I’m right. This is an orgy.” 

“My beautiful, talented, dashing and clever little girl here has always wanted to be in an orgy and also wanted to be in a gang bang.”

You slammed your palms to your forehead and shrieked, “Some thoughts! Are meant! To be! Private?” Hitting a new octave with every breath.

He smiled, “Pet, it’s only me who knows.” Half assuring you, half mocking, “Well, now me...and me. But it’s only technically two people.” 

The beardy Prime Minister one balked, “You assembled us all together to please some sack of ape flesh?”

“Hey, in an indeterminate amount of, G-d knows how much time, this sack of ape flesh? Your main squeeze.” You called him out and curled into your Master’s side. 

“Now, I don’t wanna share, and I want her dreams to come true, so I’ve been assessing her crushes she’s had over the years, from Hans Gruber to the gal who played Lilith in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and I’ve gotten the best of us together.” He started to justify, with hand gestures.

“So, since she’s been really good lately, and she’s excelled in her Gallifreyan lessons and her TARDIS flying skills are way better than the Doctor…’ He paused, as if he were Jerry Seinfeld, doing a punchline. 

He raised his arms. 

“Have at her, just return her in one piece.”

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “Happy birthday, little pet…”

You turned to him, and your mind raced. Was it your birthday? You’d lost track of all remnants of time. But if your birthday was today, what an interesting gift.

There was a mixed assent from the assembled audience. 

Missy was already taking her clothes off singing some outdated bubblegum pop song. 

The swarthy one went and slightly dragged Your Master to the side while the Prime Minister one lounged playing with his laser screwdriver. The rest of the Masters were comparing and contrasting a very different screwdriver. 

Missy, with all the energy of a drunk preschooler was already naked and prancing around cheering, “Mommies got some moves to show you all!”

You were having a moment or two, a semi-nervous creak escaping your lips.

“But, I cannot take a partner I do not yet know!” You heard the swarthy one counsel to Your Master. “And presumably will forget once this is over...no paradoxes or rips in time to create, I presume?” 

Yours leaned over gently and placed his hands on his knees. “Trust me, this one’s worth it. And duh, I’m not a moron.” He assured his younger self.

“Go strike up a conversation- she’s loads of fun!” 

You were feeling a bit overwhelmed.

But oddly ballsy. 

“Okay,” you nervously demanded answers, “Before we begin…” You glared at the Prime Minister pointedly, “Does anyone have an STDs? Can Time Lords get the clap?”   

“Why did you think I have one?” 

“Harry Saxon fucked. A lot of your ex interns told tales after you got nerfed by your dang wife. To the Press.” You straightened up and took a bold step forward. The ghost of who you were outside this room creeping into your core. If it was your birthday, the birthday girl couldn’t be spoken down to in any way, shape or form. A fire built in your chest.

“Unless you’re scared of disappointing me? What is your current body lacking?” You made a hooking motion and crinkled your nose at him.

“Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you.”

You rolled your eyes but suddenly Missy popped onto your shoulder, pressing her naked body into the fabric of your clothing. “Come on, let’s have fun! If no one else is going to ruin you, I will!” She blew a raspberry in your ear before yanking you down and pantsing you on the spot. 

“Nice bottom!” She drew on in her brusque Scottish accent before pinching your ass hard.

She pulled you down on top of her and wrestled you down from behind before pinning you down with her legs. 

She smiled and hunkered down before biting your neck and licking the blood she drew off your neck. 

“Girls night!” She screamed as she somehow managed to produce a strap on that was both hyper realistic, yet comically large out of the pockets of her nearby overcoat. “Stay put, poppet, Mommy’s going to fuck you much harder than Sad-Eyes over there can!”

You looked over, noticing that Velvet Daddy Master was stroking his cock watching you and Missy tangle on the floor and Your Master had taken to arguing with the Silver Prime Minister Master. Your Master hit him on the top of the head. (Quite a feat considering the three inches that the victim had on Your Master.) The Swarthy Gentleman Master sat watching the thing, a twinkling of mischief in his eye as he lazily lit a cigar and observed. Obviously weighing pros and cons. You could respect someone who did that. 

“Watch it kiddies!” Missy said whipping her strap around before entering you without any regard for other foreplay besides wrestling and biting. 

You screamed a little. 

“Oh! You scream! Fascinating!” She flicked a switch on the side of the harness and it began to vibrate as she shivered. You assumed it was pleasuring her as she thrust into you. 

The Velvet one made his way over and pet your lips gently with a velvet gloved hand. He had his bare hand on his pale, long cock. 

“You have such elegant lips! I think I’ll fuck your face to feel them...” He muttered, almost making it seem like a question. 

He gently stroked your lips and gently slid a few gloved fingers in, mesmerizing you gently, taking precautions with you. He seemed like a good fellow, like someone who’d get the door for you just to see your ass walk in. Filthy but genteel.

He stroked your hair before he pardoned himself into you, gently thrusting in and out of your mouth while Missy made like a runaway jackhammer. 

So many emotions took over you, and sensations. 

The American Master sat behind Missy and stroked your legs and sucked on your toes. You had to stifle a laugh so as to not bite the cock in your mouth. If anyone was to have a toe worship fetish, it had to be the American. 

Your Master walked over and asked you if you were having fun and felt okay, you gave a quick thumbs up.

He laughed and sat next to you, crossed legged. 

“So, after this, I figured we would go to Taco Bell and or a Nandos. I have another gift to give you.” He told you, as if you were leg up on the side of the counter and he was making coffee, plotting the day. 

The nonchalance was oddly off-putting…

You felt guilty for that thought, here he was ripping time and space apart, probably committing several war crimes and doing ten other unnatural things and you were focused on his tone of voice. 

He hummed lightly as he stroked your skin lovingly. 

The American Master bent Missy over and asked her to move along and made her sit somewhat on his lap, while he entered your ass with no prep and started massaging and tweaking at Missy’s nipples, which truly kicked her and him into a speed competition. You were mildly worried and aroused and so confused at once, but all your faith that Your Master would monitor this all.

You felt him in your mind, Assuring you that the moment you were no longer having fun, that he’d shove all them away with all he had and anything that it would take, and that he’d spend the rest of the day taking care of you. 

Despite generally being into this, you nearly cried. He really did care about you.

The Silver one was sulking, but eying up the scene with a primal curiosity. Not that you had much of a view of anything at that moment, but with your heightened awareness and all the nerves in your body rapid firing, sending many messages, you were picking up on everything.

It was a kind of heaven though. You were being used and pleasured and you had to admit, the Master was hot in all these bodies. Your Master had given you an attractive smorgasboard of himself. You just had to focus on being a hole and enjoying this experience. 

The Swarthy Master came over and still had his cigar and twirling it. 

“Elder me, my dear. May I take over massaging. I cannot partake currently in experiencing this vision carnally, but I can pleasure her!” He produced a small vial of a fragrant oil and massaged your breasts and abdomen and hips. He found the tight knots in your shoulders and lightly moved his other self as he straddled you and lightly sat on you, working on your shoulders and you felt him release a warmth into your brain. It wasn’t like Your Master’s mind probing, but it was similar enough that you let him in and he pleasured you mentally. You felt two Masters in your mind and it was highly irregular and yet, totally reconcilable. Your Master was guiding you, protecting you and keeping check on you, this one was giving you pleasure and a tender warm, tingling relaxation. 

You gave in to all the sensations and breathed in and out of your nose. You had literally nothing to do, as everyone seemed to be self sufficient here. 

You liked feeling useful.

So you just let the two Master’s presences take over you.

Soon enough though, you saw the Silver one come over, completely stark naked and start shoving versions of himself over in an untamed fashion and fully erect. 

“I’m going to cum in your whore!” He spit at your Master, who was tenderly holding your hand and stroking your thumb. “And you lot are just going to have to continue elsewhere.” He ordered. “Then I’m leaving!” 

Your Master was about ready to tell him off, but you patted him and looked compassionately. “Hey, let him. Then we can continue on without his grumpy aura around.” You smiled then smirked at the two.

He shoved Missy out of you and plunged in, bracing his full weight over you and thrusting and berating you and your Master, as well as making an alphabetized list of why humans were the lowest species to ever evolve. It was fun but he came and then went. 

Afterwards you all lazily returned to your dogpile, Missy attacked your hair with fake flowers and florist berries she kept dragging out of her coat's pockets. 

They all came, and you came multiple times. 

Missy opted for a girl chat after her orgasms and doing your makeup and hair fancy, “For your date night...keep fresh…” She ordered, smearing you with kisses.

The Swarthy gentleman gave you a few puffs of his cigar and kissed your hand, “My dearest, I was pulled from an important meeting with some Autons, but I regret not taking company with you in this lifetime.” Then kissed you deeply, in a very old Hollywood style then shaking Your Master’s hand, “You take care of her. You need her more than she needs you.”

He rolled his eyes at that and you thought you heard him mutter, ‘Duh.”

One by one the other Masters left after communicating.

Missy was the last, kept trying to convince you to run away for more girlie time and “Mommy’s special fun!”  You laughed and hugged her, assuring her that waiting would be worth it. And more fun for her.

She left after a pouting match with your Master. 

“They’ll forget this ever happened.” You said sadly, returning to the inside of your TARDIS.

“But you won’t.”

You went and got cleaned up, you had already arrived outside of a Taco Bell, and the Master was dressed down in a tee-shirt, a button up, a patterned outback vest and jeans with purple socks.

You ordered your food and sat on the swirling high seats and sipped at your drink.

The Master produced a small box and handed it to you, his big eyes beaming at you.He never looked more beautiful, all filled with himself. You had the best looking one, and he was yours. He smelled the best and every cell of him screamed “Home” and “Yours”.

“Be careful, that canary you ate might ruin your burrito.” You observed. 

Carefully opening the box, you found a diamond on a long silver chain.

“Wow. It’s so beautiful!” You kissed his cheek, “Thank you!”

“It’s a warp star. You crush it and it’ll explode anything that I can’t keep you safe from…” He swallowed down harshly, “Because…” He swallowed again, “Because…” He inhaled sharply and let it out quickly, “I love you.” Then he clammed up and took a big sip, blushing furiously. A tear starting to leak from his eye and more threatening in the other.

You started to cry, “You love me?” You questioned. 

It took a few more side-eye sips and a shaky breath, “Yes. I love you.”

You knew how hard that it was to admit that for anyone, especially him. You hugged him and fastened it to your neck, it dangling beautifully under your collar. 

With a careful whisper, “I love you too…”

“Happy birthday little pet.”

“Thank you, Master. Best one of my life.” She smiled and pulled yourselves together.

You both finished your meal and walked hand in hand to the TARDIS. He bathed you again that night and you joined him in the solarium, you fell asleep shortly after him.

You dreamed a dream of him, your Master. Your One, your Only, yours and no one else's...

[dolls-self-ships]

Omghggg your going to visit prof. Crane at the assylum? I need more😍😍.

Aksjskdskfjfjgk you're gonna spoil it but yes

Part 1

Part 2

At lunch, I'm still kind of trying to process all this information. Why would Professor Crane get fired? And thrown in the asylum? What could he have possibly done? I mean sure he was sort of off but... I knew him. He wasn't a bad guy. Was he?

"I always thought Crane was kinda crazy, no wonder he got tossed in the nut-house." I cringe at my friends terminology, so I jump to defend him. "Professor Crane is NOT crazy. He was probably just.... traumatized."

Joshua, my friend, continues. "Of course you of all people would defend him~"

I put down my fork. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying that it's no coincidence you suddenly started to get A's in Crane's class once you started staying with him after hours."

"He was helping me study."

"Yeah I'm sure he was really helping you out~"

I see that people are starting to stare. "Josh, cut it out."

"Wassa matter? Embarrassed that Professor Crane had to help you expand your mind?"

My face is getting redder. "Josh. Stop it! He's not like that!"

"How are we supposed to know what he's like outside of class? Oh but I bet you know. I bet you know him reeeeeeeeeally well-"

"SHUT UP!"

I punch him in the nose, hard. I'm immediately regretful as I begin to back away from a now bent-over, broken nosed Joshua.

Everyone's shocked, whispers begin to erupt from the crowd.

"She's as crazy as the Professor!"

"I didn't know such a tiny girl could punch like that."

I feel singled out, embarassed, ashamed, and run to the bathroom to collect myself.

While I'm splashing my cheeks with cold water, I hear footsteps enter. It's my other friend, the one who's not a douche, Dianna.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I don't know... I'm so angry, and embarassed, and..."

"Frustrated?"

"Yeah."

"Look, you cast listen to Josh. He's a total douche. I don't even know why we're friends with him".

"I know right."

"But you're a smart, strong, hard-working young woman that isn't afraid to ask for help when she needs it. And that's really admirable! You earned those grades."

"Yeah... but now our class probably thinks I'm some slutty sorority girl that sleeps through her classes to get good grades."

"It's college, literally literally who the fuck cares? Nobody cares."

"I care! Ugh, it's not just that its... Professor Crane was just probably just troubled but too afraid to say anything about it. He's not a crininal, he needs help."

"I mean, you're a pshyc minor, why don't you just help him yourself?" She suggests, obviously joking. But my impulse brain does not take it that way.

"Holy shit... D, you're right!"

"Huh?"

"I'll drop theatre and become a Pshyc major! That way when I graduate and get my degree, I can go to Arkham and help Professor Crane!"

"What?! But... isn't performing your dream? I thought you wanted to be on Broadway!"

I sigh. "It is! But... I don't think it's gonna be a stable carrer, I mean... how many people actually make it big? With this, I can have a sure future AND help my favourite person!"

She gives me a look.

"Aha... second favourite."

"But you do so well on stage. You were made for it."

"I know... but I have more important things waiting for me. Like helping the people that need it!"

So that weekend, I decide to visit Professor Crane at Arkham, I meekly approach the garud at the front desk.

"I’d like to see Professor Crane please, if he’s available."

The gaurd gestures with his hand, signaling for me to follow him. "Right this way, ma’am." 

I follow the guard down the dark, dingy hallway. On the way, Harley catches notice and presses her cheek against the glass to get a good look at me, intrigued.

We come to an eventual stop, and the guard speaks up again. "Alright, here he is. Self proclaimed Master of Fear himself."

I wearily approach the cell, peering through the glass. Master of Fear? That couldn't be...

"Professor...?"

I hear Jonathan gasp and he slowly looks over his shoulder. Asking if its me.

Tears well up in my eyes when I see it's him. "Professor Crane! It’s you! Oh, I’ve missed you so much at the University, you have no idea how hard things have been for me without you."

Jonathan approaches me quickly and places his hands on the glass. He looks tired, more than usual, I feel bad for him. "I appreciate you coming to visit but you shouldn’t be here, child. It’s no place for a young lady such as yourself."

I frown. "But.... I really miss you..."

Jonathan softens and smiles fondly at me. "I miss you too."

I brighten at this, thinking it's the right time to break the good news. "Which is why I’ve decided to drop my major and replace it with phycology!"

Jonathan's eyes turn wide and he begins sputtering. "Wh-wh-What?!?!? Young lady, you cant be serious!"

"But I am! I want to help you, Professor. Once I graduate with a masters degree, I can come here and get you out. Legally, of course."

Jonathan touches his chest, extremely touched by this. "I’m.... I’m flattered you want to go through all that trouble for me, Miss, however you shouldn’t! You’re young, you have your whole life to live! You should spend it doing something you love, chasing your dreams, not trying to help escort an old man out of an insane asylum."

"You’re like, 40, that’s not that old."

"Well I’m going to be by the time you get a masters in phycology! What about your theatre career?"

"We both know that you and I didn’t think that would work out."

"Well, I certainly didn’t but I admired your shining eyes and naiveté."

I blush at this. "Aw... thanks Prof. But, the whole point of me doing this is to help people. You’re just... one of the first I want to help. Because I care about you."

Jonathan suddenly felt bad for trying to discourage me. "...My dear... that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me."

I smile up at him with wide eyes.

The guard interupts us, saying we can't fratranize for too long when it's not visiting hours.

I nod. "Just one second." I turn back to Professor Crane. "I’ll come back to see you, I promise."

Jonathan watched as I leave with the guard.

Harley interrupts Jonathan’s gazing by squealing, "Oooohhhh~! Was that ya girlfriend, Jonny? Finally got a puddin’ of ya own, huh?"

Jonathan, becoming extremley flustered, exclaims "She is not my “girlfriend” Miss Quinzell! She’s my student."

Harley smirks, putting her hands up. "Heeeyyyy I don’t judge a little student/teacher action! If anythin’ I bet that makes time in the bedroom 10 times more exciting~!"

Jonathan turns red in the face at this. "Harley, please!"