#slutty knees on the dash

[riddler-apologist]

chewing on drywall btw

[shoeistars]

— NO PHOTOS ! pt. 2

༺ feat. reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou

༺ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

༺ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

༺ pt. 1 (isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi)

— REO ! car dash

When Reo got his hands on his first hypercar, his main priority was keeping the thing clean. No trash, no eating inside of the vehicle, you weren’t even allowed to do your makeup when you’re playing your role of passenger princess. He just wanted to keep the interior spotless, despite the fact that he could buy as many overpriced vehicles as he fucking desired

So, when you hopped into the car one day and noticed the pola of you that he had resting against the dash of his brand new Bugatti, you were stunned. He hadn’t even put a goddamn air freshener on the rearview yet

Whenever you got around to questioning him, all he did was shrug, a smug grin on his face as he drove you to your nail appointment. After all, he got bored when he was sitting in traffic. The picture of you, perched on his California king with the prettiest bra and panty set hugging your body juuust right was worth bending a few rules over

— BAROU ! wallet

The polaroid itself was your idea in the first place. He didn’t really understand what the hell the hype was about, but he’d bend over backwards to see that pretty smile you’d give him when you got your way. Whenever he saw the photo, however, his perspective was changed immediately

You’d been hiked up onto a bathroom sink, always getting way too horny for your own good at events where attendance mattered. He’d sneak you away when you’d start touching on him and whispering dirty shit in his ear, never able to say no to his queen

Thus the birth of the pola nestled in his wallet, right beside his bank card. The view of his thick dick stretching your tightness out was too good to pass up, milky ring of cream wrapped around his base and spilling out of your hole. He just had to have it with him at all times

— RIN ! under his pillow

Pushing the pussy whipped loser boy agenda for Rin because you’re most definitely his first love, the first girl he’s ever touched, fingered, fucked. Having popped his cherry, he can’t help but be completely enamored by you. The mere thought of you gets him hard and he hates that factor to his core

Which plays into why exactly he has a nasty polaroid of you tucked under his navy-clad pillow, right where he rests his head to sleep for the night. It’s safe there, it’s within easy reach for him to fuck his fist to when you’re too far away, which is too often for his own liking thanks to away games

The photo itself is his treasure, a simple one where you’re on your bruised knees, showing him what exactly a facial is. Although he loves you most barefaced, he can’t even lie and deny that your face dripping wet and sticky with his seed isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on

— SAE ! checkbook

Weird place, sure, but there is nothing normal about Sae as a whole. In his eyes, there are three prizes in the world: wins, money, and you. The polaroid fits perfectly right where he has it

There’s nothing more rewarding to him than whipping out his checkbook to buy something big, just to be greeted with your cunt on full display, the photo clipped front and center onto the leather book cover

It’s a real looker of a photo too, his thumb spreading your glossy folds to show off the stream of his cum dripping out of your hole, coating your asshole in thick nut. All he can ever think about is how you whimpered when he licked it up after snapping the shot

— SHIDOU ! pola wall

The consequences of dating a shameless, unhinged individual consists of your nudes being shown off any and every possible chance presented to him. He’s sick, sometimes unreasonable, but you’re too goddamn pretty for him to just hide away

Hence why he’s got a nice slab of white wall in his bedroom, fully dedicated to you. He calls it romantic, of course. All sorts of polas are taped up as decoration, different positions and scenarios

Maybe it’s awkward for guests that just so happen to step into his bedroom for whatever reason, but you like being shown off, don’t you? He figured a slut like you would wanna be put on display, considering you’re just like him

[chososcamgirl]

CLUBBING TOPS! - yeah this bitch goes partying EVERY weekend. also most weekdays bc sjap yn has a high alcohol tolerance. alcohol poisoning? never heard of her. these tops do it every. single. time. without fail. she wears any one of these slutty tops and she’s going home with a man. this girl has a mission! (and no it’s not to sleep with every dj that plays ayesha erotica for her. looks at megumi) don’t be fooled though she’s always down to share her clothes with maki or nobara bc she’s a girls girl (not rlly but she just loves her friends so much) she once caught panda trying to put her tank studio top one once and LOST IT. she started screaming at him that he already stretched it and he needs to buy her a new one… whole time the material was just stretchy she just wanted another one in a different colour (bc why would she pay $120 for a top when panda can!)

ACCESSORIES! - yn is a silver girl BY FAR. you’ll always catch her leaving with one if not all of these. she basically lives in hoops. showers in them, sleeps in them (i know that back piece is smells NASTY) she lives off the quote “the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe”. MARC JACOBS FRIENDSHIP NECKLACE!!!! (yes i might’ve based this off me and my bff irl ok burn me) she has one on but the real question is who has the other? hint starts with p and ends in anda. but don’t be silly there’s no duos or trios cough yes cough in the group. they all have matching necklaces for eachother bc they couldn’t find a 4 friendship way necklace laugh out loud. she just prefers the marc jacobs one bc it makes her feel superior. CLIPS!!!!! yes she’s a sucker for cute hair clips arrest her. you will never see her with flyaways nah uh.

WHATS IN HER BAG! - her most prized possession… miss miu miu… she got it from the group for her 19th birthday (yes they all were broke afterwards and dine and dashed dinner but hey! can u blame them, that shit is expensive) and in so called expensive bag is ALWAYS a sonny angel. yes he does bring her good luck. the only time she forgot to put a sonny angel in her bag was when she got harassed via imsg.. sound familiar? this bitch vlogs EVERY MOMENT of her life. she has a secret youtube account where she posts her cute little city vlogs of her and her friends. she doesn’t expect it to go viral but it does shortly after she debuted man eater. one time she was at dinner and forgot her handy cam so she called her friend at home to come pick her up, drop her at home to grab her handy cam and then drop her back to dinner which she arrived shortly after her food did (wdym this isn’t a personal experience… heh… i lied sorry bff) and lastly her infamous pink hello kitty lighter. for blunts. and cigarettes occasionally. but mainly blunts.

TEES! - these are just some of the tops she would wear on air. the listeners can’t see her anyways but she loves to dress cute because it makes her feel good doing so. she was always so expressive via fashion because it’s illegal to kill somebody you hate crowd boos

BOTTOMS! - yeah so this bitch basically lives in mini skirts and booty shorts. no mind that her ass is out she refuses to wear pants. on the rare occasion she DOES wear pants it’s usually just bootcut jeans that flare at the end because it makes her ass look good.

OUTERWEAR! - she loooveesssss her jackets like she adores them. cold? putting on a jacket. being harassed? putting on a jacket legs are freezing due to said mini skirt? putting on a jacket. such a multi use piece of clothing! also comes in handy to choke out roommates when they eat your leftovers from the night before! oops!

SHOES! - this girl only wears two types of shoes. heels or knee high boots. nevermind that we are going to the beach she WILL pull up with kitten heels. but who needs the beach when clubbing is just as fun right? she does everything in heels. cook, work, griddy, kick a guy in the dick for groping her? you name it. put this bitch in 5 inch stilettos and she would still would NOT falter once not even stumble. she is a pro and actually needs to be considered for the olympics because that footwork technique is impeccable.

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[dangerpronebuddie]

113 please!!!

Hi Nonnie! 🥰

113. "Stop teasing me."

“Stop teasing me,” Buck hisses through gritted teeth. “Don't know what you're talking about,” Eddie says, poorly feigning innocence. “Don't know wha?” Buck splutters. “Eddie. You've been teasing me since we woke up this morning.” Eddie grins, all smug pride, and does another rep on the leg press. Good Christ, who's idea was it to get this thing for the station?! Normally, Buck doesn't mind. He can appreciate his boyfriend and still manage to maintain some level of professionalism while they're on shift. But today? Today had started out so blissfully, Eddie taking him apart with his mouth and his hands. Buck had been so close- he was seeing stars- but then Eddie's phone rang, Pepa reminding him he promised to drive her to an appointment since her car broke down. Buck could've killed Pepa in that moment. Eddie finishes his set and stands easily, using the hem of his slutty black tank top to wipe the sweat from his brow. Buck can't take any more. He grabs Eddie's hand and practically drags him to the showers. “I wasn't done!” Eddie protests. “Neither was I this morning,” Buck snarks, steering Eddie into the nearest empty bathroom stall and closing them in. Eddie downright giggles, which has no right to be so adorable. “I did apologize for that.” “And I would've thought you meant it if you hadn't been doing… everything you have to me all day,” Buck counters. “So I forgot we had to be early today,” Eddie admits. “I told you I'd make it up to you.” He looks at Buck through his lashes, tilting his head. Who gave him the right to be so pretty? “You can make it up to me now,” Buck almost pleads. “All the supposed teasing hasn't been enough?” Eddie asks with a smirk. “No.” Buck cups the side of his neck and pulls him into a bruising kiss that Eddie smiles into. His hands settle on Buck's chest, pushing him back against the stall door. One hand slides deliberately downward, palming him through his shorts. Buck moans and Eddie swallows the sound. “We've got to be quiet, baby,” Eddie warns, ducking to nip at the bolt of his jaw. “Can you do that?” Buck gasps out a yes and Eddie sinks to his knees. Before long, Buck is teetering on the edge again, covering his mouth with his hand to conceal the moans he just can't swallow. Eddie picks up the pace, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head. Tension coils tight in Buck's gut. But just as he's about to fall over the edge, the alarm rings. Buck slumps against the stall with a frustrated huff as Eddie stands. “Sorry, baby. Maybe next time,” Eddie says with a wink before dashing out of the stall, leaving Buck to calm down enough to join them.

Send me a (buddie) smut prompt 🔥

[deadvampdove]

seeing that you’re starting t (congratulations!) and are aware that you’re about to get exponentially hornier as your tdick starts to rapidly grow and flush makes me so happy. I can’t wait to see it happen on here - all your posts getting more and more depraved desperate and needy. You begging people to send you filth. You rutting against any surface because you’re young too aren’t you. Your sex drive is already so high, your hormones are already off the chart, and now you’ll be growing a penis and you’ll just want to rut up against every man you see every surface every table corner every pillow. You’ll want to fuck into every warm dark space.

Just putting your underwear on in the morning will be enough to get you going, feeling it encase your ever-hard ever flushed swollen little prick. You’ll have a heartbeat in your groin at all times. Good thing it’s too small to show when you’re hard at school, walking around getting turned on by the sound of teachers’ voices, by the other senior boys who stink of BO and you just want to shove your face in all their dark sweaty parts, you just want to get on your knees for the teachers, hide under their desks and suck their cocks while they teach. they’d all tell eachother about you, you’d become the school’s worst kept secret. Too deliriously dumbly horny to get through the day without sucking down a cock each period, without rubbing yourself off under their desk. The other students would hear the slurping sometimes. probably. They’d know it was you. You’d be ashamed but you can’t stop can you? you cant help it. you’re being flooded with testosterone. it’s out of your control. It’s only fair to let the older men take advantage of something that’s going to happen anyway, right?

this. made me hornier than I can even verbalize. like reading this was like you cupping my face and shoving ur fingers in my mouth and I loved it oh my god.

im a really fem person generally so masculinization kink never really seemed interesting to me but oh I was wrong I was so wrong. this makes me wanna say some realllllll slutty shit on the dash oh my god.

[jeanie-g]

hello the way I dashed over immediately when I saw your prompts post!! could I please request #14 - “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” ?

I'll leave the setting up to you! sweet, spicy, silly, emotional, angst, anything goes. I'm always defaulting to jacknico but I also see trevor/jamie on your blog so feel free to choose either!

(& good luck with your fics! 🍀)

as requested!! thank u <3

• Nico can be all talk sometimes. Sometimes, Jack has to be the one to make him take action. Behind closed doors, he's so affectionate—and wicked. He says things that make Jack's knees go weak and his brain go fuzzy. The boy-next-door he is not. Don't let the pretty face and cute accent fool you. But in front of the guys, he keeps it capped. It's like pulling teeth getting Nico to show any kind of PDA, but the thing is: Jack knows he wants to. He knows he runs hot with want just as much as Jack does.

• So, Jack has to be the one to go for it, to force him to shed his captaincy complex for one minute and just touch him back. Jack loves to push Nico's buttons as it is, so it's not too difficult. What is difficult is figuring out what will make Nico bite. Tonight, it starts with an innocent hand on Nico's thigh under the table at their twelve-person booth. At first, Nico doesn't react to it, and Jack seizes the time they have before their food arrives to gradually slide it upwards. Nico, in the middle of a story, chokes when Jack wraps his fingers around his hip and squeezes. He blames it on spit, and Jack has to hide his smile.

• He keeps it up all night, just these little touches searing Nico's skin like a brand. His legs draped over Nico's thighs after they've finished their meals. Falling against his back as Nico lines up a pool shot in the guise of bettering his aim. Rubbing his hand up and down the small of his back as they stand by the bar, chatting with Luke. And every new touch, their close proximity—Jack can tell it's driving Nico insane. But every time, he doesn't reciprocate. Every time, he holds himself back. Jack never understands why. Because when they meet each other's eyes, Nico's looking at him like no one else ever has, and Jack knows how much Nico wants him.

• It's because they're in public, and Nico is always worried about what the guys will think, even though they've been dating for months now. "Keep things professional" he always says—in the locker room, on the ice, in their hotel rooms because God forbid the walls are a bit too thin for his liking. But Jack doesn't want to be professional. Jack wants to be reckless, and he wants Nico to know that he can be reckless, too.

• Because Jack's favorite move of the night, and arguably his most outwardly slutty, comes from a bowl of cherries the waiter dropped off at their table that no one else has been touching. Jack pops one into his mouth, tying the stem with his tongue absently. And then he catches sight of Nico just a few feet away. He slowly grins, popping the cherry between his teeth like a fox to a grape, and Jack swears Nico's pupils dilate. He pockets several, eating the cherries around Nico over the next hour, making sure to tongue the stem, pop the thing, and then lick the juice off his red lips. Jack can only imagine all the nasty images he's conjuring in Nico's mind right now.

• Eventually, when Jack has to piss, he heads to the bathroom, and when he comes out, Nico is there outside the doorway, crowding into his space. He can only smile as Nico boxes him in. His face is so close to Jack's, his sandalwood cologne mixing with the whiskey on his breath in a way that makes Jack's heart stutter. He fumbles in his pocket for a cherry, and before Nico can stop him, pops it in his mouth.

• "Jesus," Nico says. "You're impossible."

• Jack takes his time rolling it around in his mouth before answering. "You know I have a sweet tooth." He positions the cherry between his front teeth.

• Nico leans closer. "If you do that one more time," he says, rumbles into Jack's ear. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

• Jack's belly goes warm with the thought, and he has to hide how pleased he is. When Nico pulls back, his eyes are dark, his tone all business, but when Jack looks down, he swears his hands are shaking ever so slightly. It's all the confirmation Jack needs; he's got Nico right where he wants him. He knows this game, and he plays it well.

• His smile widens, snapping the cherry between his teeth with an audible smack. Then, he leans forward, his lips tickling Nico's ear. "And what makes you think I want you to control yourself?"

• And then it's like all the air in the building funnels down to the two of them alone. All Jack can feel is the distant pounding of the bass from the neighboring club; all he can hear is the rapid beating of his heart in his ears. Nico's mouth parts, and his eyes drop to Jack's wet lips, and Jack only has a second to prepare before Nico's mouth is on his, hot and demanding. The atmosphere is thrown back to him as Nico pushes him up against the wall, cupping his jaw and kissing him senseless.

• "All night, fuck, all night you've been torturing me," Nico growls between kisses.

• Jack bites out a laugh. "I'm the one being tortured, baby. I just want you to touch me."

• "Well, isn't that what I'm doing?" Nico says, and his lips leave his to trail down Jack's neck.

• Jack hums contentedly. "Mission accomplished, then."

• "Shut up," Nico whispers against his skin, and Jack laughs.

• Nico can be all talk, but in the end Jack always gets what he wants.

[princedevitt]

Ok now I'm just convinced you have some kind of Thlayli-mind-reading device and use it to make gifs specifically to torture me! Nexus Punk on his knees, Slutty Trunks Knight, bleeding Knight, Randy and Punk getting VERY acquainted with each other!!! Almost every giftset recently has buckled my knees so bad I'm this close to crashing face-first into the ground.

In other words, thank you so much for brightening up my dash every day and please keep up the amazing work! 😘

At this point I have a Thlayli Spidey sense and then i am commanded to open up photoshop to plan my next move! 🤣💕

I am in a constant state of missing LA so I have to keep making gifs to compensate (and i cannot get enough of those trunks i MISS THEM!)

LISTEN… Nexus Punk? He SWALLOWED me up. Swaloweedd meeeeeeeeeeee. i cannot escape him 😭 I went from wanting to make one or two gifsets to rewatching the whole thing. I am OBSESSED 😩

Honestly thank you so much 🥰 I want to keep this ask forever it made me smile!

[britomart]

i am just living from out of touch thursday to flat fuck friday to pacino saturday to bruce springsteen slutty baseball shorts sunday to gay sex monday to turner tuesday to willem wednesday to blursday to friday i’m in love friday to saturday chilling nobody @ me today i’m chillin to bobby sunday to tyler durden's limp wrist monday to tim roth tuesday to what oh girlie please wednesday to travolta thursday to fuck him on the field friday to al pacino gay ass hand on hip saturday to columbo sunday to just another manic monday monday to sweet fat of the hog tuesday to what’s this a squirrel wednesday to i’m out of touch? you’re out of touch! this whole thursday is out of touch!!! thursday to fuck him on the forest floor friday to sad pacino saturday to evan mock sunday to bruce springsteen’s ass on dash monday to snoopy tuesday to wednessaday to thuresdogsday to faramir friday to neutral pacino saturday to robert de niro in heat sunday to manwhore monday to  “what did he say?” “what did he say – badda-beep, badda-bap, badda-boop, badda-beep – he wants us to send michael to hear proposition” tuesday to warren let me know da wednesday to lord foog the 2st thursday to snoopy friday to happy pacino saturday to ethanphobia sunday to megan monday to robert pattinson matching the tablecloth tuesday to homer it’s wednesday wednesday to out of touch tom thursday to snoopy friday to alfredo pacino saturday to sonny death sunday to  el muchacho monday to end of my rope tuesday to wings wednesday to out of touch columbo thursday to off my fucking nut friday to misinfo saturday to pacino saturday: part ii (1974) dir. francis ford coppola to cover me monday to hey tommy tuesday to hole wednesday to three rat thursday to freddy friday to sifunkel saturday to pacino saturday for the american mutuals to ₕᵢ ₘₒₘₘᵧ monday tuck him in tuesday to willem wednesday for jasper’s fancam and jasper’s fancam only to out of touch thursday (take your pick of fancam) to it’s almost pacino saturday friday to pacino saturday saturday to tom on his knees sunday to to de niro’s pussy poppin platforms monday to trapper tuesday to

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Okay, it's me again but my bitch side keeps me from not asking you to.

I have a mini cliff by Blaise Zabini, I would so much like you to write where he's a Hard Dom, ruining the reader after her marriage, after the sweet words in public he just wants to see the beauty she gets the mascara smeared,

With love my pussy.

pairing: blaise zabini x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, breeding kink, mirror sex, mentions of oral (male receiving), mentions of overstimulation

a/n: you're requests were so amazing and i really hope i did this one justice! i'll be working on your other request next!

“I do.”

“I do.”

Your wedding day had gone by in a whirl of perfect moments, sweet words, and tender touches. Your new husband, Blaise, had given you everything you wanted and more for your special day. It was a dream and then some. The both of you couldn’t have been happier.

Mere hours later, you were on your bed in your opulent newlywed suite. Your voice was raw from how hard he had fucked your face, your cunt was throbbing with overstimulation from how many times he had made you cum with just his fingers and tongue, and now he was fucking into you so deeply you thought you could feel it in your throat.

The dashing, charming Blaise you had fallen in love with was gone, making way for the lustful, authoritative man that always left you wanting more every time he fucked you like this.

“Look at you, darling. A fucking wreck in your pretty white lingerie. My perfect, slutty little wife,” he practically growled, his lips trailing down your neck as his cock split you in two.

You couldn’t even breath from how harsh his thrusts were, vocalizing a response was out of the question. You moaned and whined as he continued to destroy you, his cock hitting your g-spot with stellar precision on every thrust, his pelvis grinding down against your abused clit. It was almost enough to make you scream. You were sure you would be by the end of this night.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, pulling back to look back at you.

Suddenly, his eyes darted around the room until they landed on exactly what he needed.

“Flip over,” he commanded, his hands already coming down to manhandle you into the exact position he wanted you in.

Once you were on your hands and knees, he pulled your hair until your head snapped back.

“Open your eyes,” he said lowly, his lips right by your ear now.

When you opened your eyes you let out a loud whimper. It was the only sound you could make as you stared back at your own reflection in the full length mirror against the wall. Your face was flushed, your hair was a mess, your eyes were glazed over with intoxicating lust. But what really got you was the streaks of mascara dripping down your face and onto your neck. It was a true testament to just how fucked out you were - between the face fucking, the countless orgasms, and the brutal fucking your husband was giving you, you were close to the end.

“Don’t you dare fucking look away. Do you know what happens to stupid little sluts who look away?” He asked, his hand coming down to roughly kneed your ass.

You could only give him a whine back, but the look of pity in your eyes said it all.

“That’s right. Stupid little sluts who look away get punished. But I know my pretty little wife is gonna be a good girl. Isn’t she?” He asked, already aligning the tip of his cock with your swollen entrance.

The lopsided nod you gave him was cut short when he thrust inside of you. It was one brutal thrust all the way to the hilt, this position so much deeper than your previous one. You screamed at the intrusion, but your hips were immediately grinding back into him, greedy for more. Always greedy for more.

“There you are. My perfect little slut. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Inside me,” you managed to get out in between your moans.

“Yeah?” He asked, making deliberate eye contact with you through the mirror. “You want me to cum inside of you? Fill you up until I get you pregnant?”

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than what he was offering.

“And on our wedding night. How appropriate,” he joked, huffing a laugh as he continued to pound into mercilessly. “But since you asked so nicely, whatever my wife wishes is my command.”

It didn’t take long after that, the both of you getting closer and closer to the edge with each relentless thrust. You could feel your walls begin to flutter around his thick cock, practically unable to move with how tightly you were gripping him.

Your climax hit you like a freight train. You had no choice but to close your eyes as your vision went white and your body went numb. You knew you were thrashing beneath Blaise, but you had zero control of your body and whatever noises you were making as he worked you through it. Somewhere in your swirl of feelings, you could feel him pumping rope after rope of his cum deep inside of you, just as you wanted. It only prologoned your already intense orgasm, sending more shock waves of arousal through you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity and not long enough, he was pulling out of you and tucking your body into his side. You both laid in comfortable silence as you came down from your highs, the sticky residue of your combined arousal only leaving you more on edge for round two than anything else.

“Please tell me this is going to be a long night,” you begged quietly, a small smirk dancing across your face at the thought.

“Of course, love. Like I said, whatever my wife wishes is my command,” he replied happily, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Besides, I do believe you looked away when I specifically told you not to,” he added, straight back to the dominant man that always left you aching.

[whirlybirbs]

FEVER-DREAM    ;    echo/reader 

summary: echo is fine-tuning his new prosthesis. you have experience, you help. unspoken feelings are acted on. adoration blooms. you learn what mesh’la means.

word count: 3k

pairing: echo / f!reader

tags: mutual pining, lots of tender looks, victorian-era hand-touching sluttiness, echo is a gentle soul, reader is head over heels, a touch of ptsd mention, set on ord mantell, mention of our boy fives, in this house we love assistive devices, enough sexual tension to power the death star

a/n: this is me round-house kicking the bad batch writers in the throat because they made echo cosplay a droid — but, also because this man deserves to be treated as more than a means to a mission’s end. majority of you know i am ~bitter~ (understatement of the century) of tbb’s plot/design/writing. but echo has been a favorite from the original days... so have some very soft fic.

i reference character redesigns by @nibeul​ in this piece — please go peep them here, and some updated character spreads here! they’re really beautiful and add a phenomenal layer of storytelling to the existing designs that’s lacking. nibuel’s art and writing is lovely. please give them a follow — i can’t rec their work enough. 

“How does it feel?”

The words are nearly whispered; it’s clear you didn’t want to startle him, and Echo can feel the pinch in his brow soften at your sudden appearence in the doorway. 

His bunk, at the back of the Havoc Marauder, is small — the space itself even more so. There’s a makeshift partition, hooked together with spare parts and meant to offer a bit of privacy on the cramped vessel. Its slate grey color has faded, and the edges have become tattered in the cycles of use. 

When Echo pulls his dark eyes up from his work, you’re leaning against the frame — your expression is earnest.

For a moment, the once-ARC Trooper is quiet. 

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to your attention. Each and every time, it sends him into a spiral; his heart catches as he inhales and tries to push down the warm stir in his gut. The sight of you is enough, nowadays, to melt Echo’s well-maintained irritability. His attention is stolen from his ever-present pain, if only for a bit.

There are plenty of days where he misses the old him — the wide-eyed, eager ARC Trooper who had his brothers by his side. His real brothers. Hevy, Cutup, Droidbait... Fives. 

Fuckin’ hell, Fives was probably staring down at him now laughing. 

No matter what changes, you’re still shit with the ladies, vod’ika. 

In a way he hasn’t fully admitted to himself, you make him feel like himself again. Like... Like some shiny cadet, on leave and distracted by the promises of pretty smiles passing-by. It’s good.

This makes him feel... good. 

He flexes, and his right hand — the new, gunmetal durasteel cyberized-prosthesis — closes into a tight fist. It’s taken him a bit, but the feeling isn’t so foreign now. It’s still... slow. Slower than he’s used to, but you’d mentioned it may take some time. The phantom feelings get better, too. All in all, it’s a good thing.

Your own hand, your left, glimmers back in the same gunmetal color.

(Echo had never pressed you about the missing limb — not until one day, in Cid’s, you’d joined him in a quiet corner. You’d spilled your drink and a complaint about getting the star-cherry syrup out of the joints had slipped out. Echo had laughed; a real laugh, the sort that was so rare coming from him, it had you staring at him as if he’d hung ever star in the sky. 

Can I ask how it happened? he’d said, breaking the heavy silence when your eyes never left his.

The Pykes, you’d said, and that was enough.)

“I haven’t, uh... Haven’t gotten the sensory calibration right yet.”

Then, his prosthesis cramps. His fingers go rigid, and Echo curses sharply as he reaches around his forearm to quickly reboot the appendage. It goes slack, then hums alive once more.

You wince.

You’re slow to move into the room — and you settle atop one of the crates Echo had stolen from the belly of the ship, an old Mantell Mix shipping container. You’re mindful to set his datapad aside, to not disturb his space too much. Before you reach for his hand, however, you lift your chin and open your hands in your lap.

“May I?” you ask, just as soft as before.

Echo feels small under your gaze.

Truth be told, you’re doing more than just... asking. You’re taking him in — appreciating him. It’s a habit that’s grown more and more apparent to not only himself, but the others.

In recent rotations, Echo has let his hair grow out — not long, but the once close buzz he’d kept has begun to curl at the top. Not entirely dissimilair to how it was before the Citadel. The dermal implants, the ones the Techno Union installed in order to parse the nuerological data in his head, stand out against his warm-colored skin. 

His usual AJ^6-inspired headpiece is resting on his bunk.

That damn thing.

A neccesary tool. One that, given the amount of user data Tech had procured when working on modifying the implant, Echo found himself immediately distrusting. It wasn’t as if the AJ^6 cyborg construct had a beautiful track record, and frankly, Echo would like to keep his personality in tact, thank you very much. There were plenty of days he felt machine enough. 

It wasn’t often you saw him without the headset; you knew it made linking in via his scomp easier to handle, it made the visualization of data transfers as easy as breathing. For Echo, it was a part of his vast kit, an important tool. For you, seeing him without it bubbles up a bit of a smile.

Echo catches it.

His eyes narrow playfully.

He looks... well. You — hell, are there words for it? For the way the sight of him makes you feel? It’s like there’s a world full of potential there, a thousand words unsaid, and feelings that have steeped in the warmth of longing gazes and half-there touches.

You’re still looking up at him, knees bent on the crate.

You blink, realizing you’ve been caught staring — not for the first time and certainly not for the last. In the beginning, it had left a sour taste in Echo’s mouth. But, now... Well, it stokes a sort of pride in his chest that he hangs onto. 

It never gets easier to recover from — certainly not when Echo smirks. He moves to allow you to take his prosthesis into your lap. The gesture is gentle; your fingers cradle the firm yet pliable metal.

“What?” he asks. His voice, low and rough and warm, is tinted with amusement.

“Nothing,” you say vaguely with a shrug — as if that’s supposed to explain any part of your enamored stare. Your attention moves to the prosthesis.

“Nothing?” he asks, moving to thumb his left ear with his free hand with a dash of nervousness. A habit. Echo tilts his head as his fingers brush the cochlear implant there. The panel rests neatly against the side of his head, a small rounded-off square. The bite of self-consciousness has dwindled around you — but still, it creeps back up every now and again.

The Corporal’s brows knot playfully as you turn his new hand over in your lap; you’re admiring the upgraded feel, the more seamless panelling in comparison to your own. Echo watches your lashes flutter in silent thought.

Then:

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

You blink slowly at the hand, swallow down your sudden sheepishness and ignore his gaze. You bite back the smile digging into your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks suddenly, and you look up.

A baited trick. He’s smiling. 

The warm sort — the sort reserved for you and for Omega. The two souls that hold a piece of his heart, with all its ticking valves and electric timed pulses. There are machinisms that keep him alive, and then there is you. Your wide-eyed expression melts, giving way to the sort of smile he’s tried to memorize over and over. It’s the same smile that has warded off that reoccuring nightmare of the night on the tarmac at the Citadel, the same smile that has pulled him through the grit of phantom pains.

“What—” a sudden laugh bursts from your chest, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You were staring, mesh’la,” he rumbles out as a reminder, enjoying the fact he’s suddenly become the center of your attention. Echo leans back, his boot toeing yours. You nudge it back. Your face feels hot. You ignore his pointedly teasing look with a roll of your eyes.

The nickname started a few weeks ago. You haven’t asked what it means — no, for now it’s meaning hangs in the balance. Untouched but there. The affection the word carries makes your heart feel heavier and unbelievably full.

“Bad habit,” you chirp back, looking up at him through your lashes.

His laugh is warm.

“Maybe not.”

“No,” you say quietly; your voice is soft as your eyes bounce across his face, tracing the lines of his face with your gaze, “I don’t think it is.”

There’s a silence that slips between you — a comfortable one. It’s heavier than before. That has begun to happen recently, especially with the petal-soft utterance of mesh’la becoming more and more frequent. You hold his gaze. Echo lets out a soft, contented sigh.

Then, you remember the task at hand.

You clear your throat.

“Uh... The access panel I’m looking for,” you say slowly as your raise your finger to point to your own arm, “It’s on your bicep.”

Echo blinks. He clears his own throat before looking down — he hadn’t even noticed that access panel. That could explain the jarring miscommunication stalling the limb. This model had more bells and whistles than he initally realized. 

Better than a fuckin’ scomp link, that’s for sure.

Wordlessly, Echo makes room on his bunk. You move to settle beside him, your bent leg resting aginst his hip as you half-straddle the bed; your other knee brushes his thigh — and Echo tries to sit still. You’re close, now. 

“Is it okay if...?” you trail off, fingers tugging on the short sleeve of his blacks; you pause until Echo offers a curt nod. You catch him swallow. You push onward, fingers nimbly rolling the fabric up over his broad bicep. 

Echo steals a glance your way as your fingers pass across a slip of his bare skin. 

In his lap, both his hands twitch.

He’s no small man. Lean and athletic, Echo is built like a soldier. Omega had said once that Echo was an ARC Trooper, one of the best of the best. You believed every bit of it, and you’d hung on her words when she’d rambled on about ARC training, about Kamino, and about who Echo was before you knew him. It was all in the past, though. That Echo is a part of this Echo but... They’re different men. He’s been changed by the things that have happened.

You don’t press him on the details. 

In time, they’re slipped into conversation here and there — between the here and now.  

In the beginning, when you’d found yourself amongst the crew of the Havoc Marauder — be it for a simple job on Cid’s behalf — Echo had hardly paid you a moment of attention, though you admit you’d been curious from the start. It had taken three jobs for you to finally see his face. Then began the slow and gradual bonding over catching joints, grating plates, and hardware updates. His legs, your arm. Two pieces of a pair.

Now, he has this. A beautiful new upgrade — something he’s wanted for a long time. A part of his old self is back, in a way.

You liked that it was more than just a tool. That, in having this piece of his body back, he felt like more than a tool. More than a scomp link. 

After all, he is a man — a... a very handsome man. One whose proximity is sort of distracting you, again, from the task at hand.

“The panel here,” you say as you slowly press on the seam that enables the settings panel to be revealed; you’re mindful to explain, “It controls sensory outputs, as well as synchonized synaptic commands. The panel on my forearm does the same to my hand, yours is just... well, you’ve got the new and improve version.”

Echo ducks his head as you work, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Feeling a bit jealous, mesh’la?”

“Maybe,” you breathe out with a smile. 

Then, you lift your eyes. You intended to see that he was still comfortable, but instead you come face to face with the Corporal. His nose nearly brushes yours when you lift you chin, completely dragged in by the closeness shared.

There’s a beat of tension. Echo’s mouth goes dry.

You fingers pause. You swallow hard. “How... uh, how does it feel?”

Echo tightens his grip, then releases. His breath tickles your cheeks. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, flit from your eyes to your mouth, and then back. His voice is a croak. 

“...Same as before.”

You tinker with a dial, eyes never leaving his; your voice is above a whisper. “And now?”

It’s immediate. Like a rush of cold air up his arm — and on instinct, Echo’s hand twitches. His fingers grip the fabric of his blacks, along his thigh, and... he feels it. The smooth, stretch of the material. It’s... it feels like a lot. His fingertips, metallic and cyberized, tingle. It’s distracting.

He can feel. 

His hand is slow. It moves across to bridge the space between you. His pointer finger settles on the curve of your knee; the feeling of your tactical pants beneath his fingertip is ignored, instead he chases the heat of your body.

Your breath catches at the touch. 

Echo’s face is turned to you, but... his attention has settled on his hand. His palm then sweeps across your thigh. He follows the curve, soaks in the feeling. You’re frozen in place, beating back the desperate sound of appreciation that threatens to be pulled from your throat. The touch is... more than welcomed. 

The closeness itself is making you dizzy.

Then, Echo turns — and the warm, durasteel-plated palm finds your cheek.

Your skin is hot. 

“Is this okay, mesh’la?” he whispers, words riding on a quiet exhale — the sort that make you feel... well, you don’t even have words for the way he makes you feel. Echo is... kind, honest, and loyal. Above all else, he’s gentle. Despite it all, despite every bit of horror he’d been put through, he’d never lost sight of the importance of a gentle hand. Especially now in a moment as intimate as this. It coaxes you closer.

You lean into the cybernetic attachment, cheek resting in his palm. You nod, then, with eyes eager to take in every bit of this moment.

He chuckles at the enthusiasm. Echo’s thumb, deft and smooth, then traces the line of your lower lip.

The feeling is... the gnawing pain that he’s felt for nearly a year has melted. Finally, the itch has been scratched in his brain and the hollow ache of his bones is gone. It’s relief, and comfort, and excitement and all these beautiful things — and you. 

You’re stuck — you don’t want to move, you won’t move. He’s rooted you completely, and when his other hand — the calloused and warm one of flesh and blood — finds it’s spot along your thigh, you swallow a lovesick sigh that would only exaserbate your desperation. 

Your mouth is moving before you realize it. 

“What does it mean?”

Echo’s eyes narrow, only a bit, and he runs his thumb up your cheekbone.

“What does what mean?” 

“Mesh’la,” it sounds foreign on your tongue. It’s not Hutteese or Twi’leki, not like any language you know, “Will you tell me what it means, Echo?”

The corner of his lips quirk. Your eyes jump to it.

You feel like someone’s reached right into your chest and given your heart a squeeze — and it only worsens when he laughs. He laughs, deep and quiet and warm, like a thunderstorm on a summer night. It feels cruel, to string you along like this when you’re here, lips parted, hanging off his every touch and his every word.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly as his other hand touches your jaw — it’s so damn reverent, this little moment in time, that you almost don’t believe it’s real.

It feels like a dream — like someone has come in and stolen your thoughts from you; like the unrequited yearning has finally stoked a fire large enough to burn you up entirely, a fever you never knew you wanted.

His nose brushes yours.

Your fingers wind into the fabric of his chest. You’re clinging, lost to the moment — and you can’t help wonder if this is how it feels when he catches you adoring him. He’s admiring you so tenderly that you nearly break.

You want to kiss him.

He’s thought about nothing but kissing you for the last five days at least. Longer in his dreams. Nowadays, it’s a constant pull, a constant want.

And now, it’s here — a present and current moment where it can happen. Where he can stop being a shiny cadet and he can make a move...

Enter Omega.

“Echo, we’re back—!”

The telltale hammer of a girl’s boots on the floor signals that the party is back from their supply run — but you’re so far off, spinning in a different universe, you don’t even hear her until its too late... Until Echo is yanking himself away and clearing his throat and rolling his wrist to test the prosthesis in a different way, a less intimate way. 

You blink, then rattle yourself back to the present. Omega is in the doorway staring with a quizzical look. Clearly, your state does little to dissuade the assumptions she’s already making and you can see the gears turning in her head. The dark-haired girl then slowly grins.

“Hi.”

You swallow. “Hi, Omega.”

“...Whatcha guys doin’?”

Echo coughs. “Uh, just fine-tuning the new upgrade.”

“...Riiiiiight.” 

You rub your cheeks and laugh — clearly forced and incredibly pained — as you stand up and nearly ram your head right into the top of Echo’s bunk. It’s met with a hiss of warning from the trooper as he jumps up to try and protect you from the impact. 

“Well! Uh, thanks for letting me help, Echo,” you clap, rocking back and forth on your boots, “I, uh... Oh, Cid called. I should... I should get back—”

“Yea,” he says, straining a bit to find the words, “Yea, I’ll... I’ll comm you if it starts to, uh... If it starts to act up?”

Omega watches the exchange, big brown eyes moving from left to right. 

“Good, great — yea, that’s,” you inhale as you rub your thighs and move towards the door, “Perfect. Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Bye!” Omega calls, waving.

You wave back, smiling. “Bye, Omega.”

Then, once it’s only Echo and Omega in the bunk, the tween speaks.

“...What the kriff was that?”

[sugar-petals]

🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

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WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

superm masterlist

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[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Refresh

college student! Hyunjae x milf! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, cheating, mild spanking, mild degradation, dom!Hyunjae

Ok so I definitely do not encourage or condone cheating. Just been thinking about college student Hyunjae taking up a job as your pool boy for the holidays. You - a rich, elegant but lonely housewife, cooped up in a large beautiful house with nothing (or noone) to do. Hyunjae - a dashing young man with a bright smile and strong work ethic (depends what or who the work is).

Your new pool boy is a sweetheart, listening to your woes and keeping you company throughout the day. One day, you're frustrated at your boring sex life, wishing for something new, and he takes matters into his own hands.

You're bent over the kitchen counter, nightdress bunched up around your waist, moaning loudly as Hyunjae pounds into your tight pussy. He's got his large hand around your waist, and the other in your hair, pushing your face onto the surface of the counter. This position hurts your jaw, but you were so lost in the pleasure between your thighs that you didn't mind.

"Your husband could never make you feel this good," Hyunjae grunts, punctuating every word with a harsh snap of his hips into yours. You groan as you feel your sensitive nipples drag across the counter with every thrust. Your husband was the last thing on your mind when your favorite pool boy was fucking you till your legs wobbled.

After weeks of you ogling him as he worked on cleaning and maintaining your pool, casual touches on his toned arms and sharing drinks once he was done, you finally made a move. You had greeted him at the door as usual and left him to work in your backyard as you rushed upstairs to change. You came back downstairs, dressed in a skimpy, see through slip dress and called him from the kitchen. He turned and saw you dressed like that, holding two glasses of drinks, and he dropped everything in his hands.

Hyunjae walked over to you, his eyes roaming all over your body, an intense look in his eyes. His fists were clenched with the effort to resist taking you right there and then, and it made his muscles even more prominent under his white sleeveless tee. You offered him a drink and he sips it quietly, eyes never leaving yours; a stark contrast to his usual bubbly self. Granted he was rather shy when he first started, but he soon opened up and often chatted with you as he worked, listening intently as you talked about your kids, your life as a housewife, and even your husband. Your sweet, kind, but rather passive husband, who rarely initiates sex and even if he does, it's always too vanilla for you.

Today you were complaining about the latest argument you had between you and your husband. Him having a low sex drive and you, being cooped up at home while the kids were at school and daycare. You had needs too, and you needed fulfilment, you lamented as you placed a manicured hand on his muscular chest. Hyunjae nodded understandingly as he finished his drink. He set his glass on the table before pushing you into the marble kitchen counter, caging you in with his arms.

He leaned down to bring his face close to yours. "What if I could help you, you know, fulfil those needs?" He asked gently, eyes trailing down to your lips. You felt yourself getting wetter and your pussy throbbed at the thought of getting your way. "It's all I've wanted these since I met you," you breathed. He surges down to devour your lips, the sweet and gentle Hyunjae no longer present. His large hands grabbed at your tits, massaging them through the thin fabric as he shoved his tongue in your mouth.

You moaned shamelessly as he licks into your mouth, sucking and biting at your lips, spit going everywhere and he slots a leg between your knees. You subconsciously grind on his toned thigh, which he proceeds to move slowly, letting you use his leg to get off. He pulls apart from the kiss and grabs you by your jaw. "So needy, my sweet lady. Why get pleasure from my thighs when I can give you something better?" he smirked.

He pushed you to your knees as he freed his cock from his shorts and slapped his tip on your lips a few times. You wasted no time taking him into your mouth and sucking hard, rubbing your tongue all over his hard length and stroking his shaft with one hand. He groans at your skills, gripping your hair harshly as he thrusts lightly into your mouth. His sounds only make you wetter and you sneak your free hand into your soaked panties for some relief. Hyunjae noticed this and pulled harshly on your hair. "No touching," he snarled.

You whimpered around his dick and resorted to jacking him off with both hands as you continued to suck and lick him all over. He cums with a low groan, tilting your head back by your hair, blowing his load all over your face and chest. You keep stroking him until he stops spurting thick white cream. You scoop up his cum with a finger and swallow it, continuing to do so until your face and chest were clean, despite some cum stains on your dress. Watching you swallow his cum gets him hard again quickly and he pulls you back up to lean against the cabinets.

He starts to suck and lick your nipples through your dress, soaking the fabric with his spit, his hand rubbing your folds. Your moans turn into a yelp as you felt him rip your panties off and shove two fingers into your slick pussy, thrusting them roughly. He curls his fingers and you mewl, legs shaking from the force of his thrusts. You can barely hold yourself up as Hyunjae left marks across your chest despite your pleas not to. "Let your husband see them. Let him see how you let me wreck your body," he sneered, before flipping you over on your front.

He kneels down to lick a long stripe up your folds and gives your ass a harsh spank, making you cover your mouth to quieten your moans. He gets up and pulls both your arms back, telling you that he wants to hear your filthy noises, wants you to tell him how good he fucks you. He spreads your legs further apart and he eases his throbbing length into you, drawing a lewd moan from your throat at his size. The stretch of your walls burns deliciously and you find yourself pushing back into him. He laughs mockingly, "Let me do the work, mistress. I'll make you forget your husband ever existed."

He pulls out all the way and slams back into you at once, causing you to scream. He pounds into you mercilessly, grunting and cursing under his breath as he admires how wrecked you look, laying on the counter since your legs didn't have the strength to keep you up anymore. and your body jolting with the force of his hips. Your slutty moans echoing off the marble surface, spit drooling down your chin and your eyes rolling up into the back of your head.

"Has he ever made you feel this good? Ever been able to fuck you stupid like this? Turn you into a dumb whore, unable to speak 'cause you can only think about my thick cock that's fucking you so deep?" Hyunjae taunts you as he fucks you even harder and deeper, his orgasm building. You swear you can feel his dick in your tummy and you're sobbing, begging him to let you cum but he only spanks you and tells you to shut up.

He reaches down to rub your clit roughly, and you clench your pussy tight around his cock, prompting Hyunjae to cum inside you with a guttural moan. He keeps pumping into you, albeit a bit sloppily, as he rides his orgasm out and you can't handle the overstimulation, cumming all over his dick. He plays with your clit as you cum and your swollen walls clench and unclench around him, some of your mixed cum dribbling out and down your thighs. He slows down and rocks to a stop, leaning over your back to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

You're both panting harshly, Hyunjae's softening cock still inside you, preventing more of his cum from spilling out of your pussy. He kisses up your back and your shoulders, before turning your face so he can kiss you on your lips, even more gently than ever. You kiss him back, sweetly making out when you hear the kitchen door open, and you both freeze in shock as you realise your husband is home and gawking at your compromising position.

"Honey..?"

A/N: Gee I wonder why Younghoon is in that picture too 😉

[shorkbrian]

Ahh hi uhh I love your work!! Okay can you do hero Kirbaku on patrol when they run into their villain darling who tries to attack them. Of course they can overpower her in a heartbeat but they entertain her by letting her run and get a head start 👀

Here’s the thing -

She’s not really even a villain, at best a petty criminal who commits dumb crimes like theft and the odd mugging here or there. Nothing too big, nothing too serious.

The hero duo wouldn’t even be assigned someone like her, she’s the type of criminal that’s delegated to interns or new sidekicks. Kirishima and Bakugou would just be in the area in civvies, out to do some shopping, and they catch you shoplifting in the store they’re browsing.

(Warnings, NSFW, dubcon, noncon, public sex, slight predator/prey)

In civvies, you doesn’t realize who they are, just think they’re two random meat-heads trying to play hero. You’re confident that she can slip by and get away with your new items if she surprises the two men, who’ve cornered you in the store.

They’re so dumb too, you thinks, trying to apprehend you themselves without even telling an employee what was going on. It would be bad if they called the cops, almost an assurance of jail time, but you’re a bit glad they had such seemingly high opinions of themselves.

It was easy to charge them, slam into the redhead’s chest and scratch at his face with sharp nails, aiming for eyes. He recoiled, and you twisted for the blond, ducking as he reached out for you. A quick kick to the nuts had him groaning, knees buckling as he gripped at his groin.

And that was all you needed to run, slipping out of the store, pulling your hoodie low. 

You didn’t get far before getting cornered again, by the same two (now irritated) men. The blonde was kicking his feet, hands shoved in his pockets as he stared you down, grinning. The redhead was rubbing at his neck, bright red eyes scrutinizing you, a frown on his features.

Something was said about you returning the items, them not pressing charges. You refused. 

The redhead offered again, before giving up, sighing as he seemingly handed the conversation over to his blond partner.

The blond was significantly more reckless and crude than the redhead. Cussing on every other word, his very stance screamed confidence. He gave you a quick explanation of “rules” - you get a fifteen minute head start, but once they catch you, they get to pick a punishment for you not only stealing from the store, but trying to assault two pro heroes.

Color drained from your face then, taking a closer look at the men, gulping as you realized it was Red Riot and DynaMight, the devastating duo in the hero world. They complimented each other perfectly, worked together seamlessly. You understood why DynaMight had said when they catch you, and not if.

Fifteen minutes of racing through the streets passes quick, breath ragged and burning through your lungs, legs tired and wobbly. It had started raining at some point too, your clothes sticking to your skin, cold and uncomfortable.

Five minutes after your head start was up, the two men had you in their grasp.

You don’t know how they had found you, but they did, the redhead stepping out of an alley as you tried to run past, so you ran straight into his hard chest instead. When you moved to back up, another hard body was trapping you, crowding you against the redhead.

Trying to dash away had been useless, you had gotten three steps after escaping from the sandwich, before your hair got yanked, a hand holding the strands in place.

They’d dragged you down the road a bit, under a tree where there was a bench, mostly out of the rain.

You’d gotten shaken down, patted down by Red Riot, who the presented the stolen items to DynaMight as he found each one.

His pat-down was entirely out of bounds, fingers skimming over places they shouldn’t, large palms kneading softly at areas strangers weren’t allowed to touch.

But when you tried to voice this observation, Dynamight had just scoffed, cutting you off with some vague explanation that made no sense.

Then it was time for your punishment.

Punishment consisted of being bent over the bench, wet jeans worked tediously down your legs, Red Riot eventually getting frustrated with the fabric and ripping it straight from you with a growl.

You were pushed into DynaMight’s lap, who was sitting on the bench, relaxing back casually. He had his dick out, stroking it, cradling it in his hands to protect it from the wet, chilly air. He protected it further by burying it into you warm cunt, spitting insults the entire time about your lifestyle. 

Red Riot appeared behind the bench, unbuckling his belt, barely pulling his cock out. You were fed his girth cock, his thumbs hooking into your mouth and hardening slightly so you weren’t allowed to bite. Internally, you briefly thanked whatever higher power existed that DynaMight was the one nestled in your pussy, moving your hips in a slow grind, and not Red Riot. 

Red Riot would break you.

He hurt your jaw, keeping it stretched so wide. He fucked in and out, hands gripping your head to guide you along his cock like a personal fucktoy, sometimes drawing back to shallowly thrust his tip into your mouth, enjoying your heaving gasps for air.

Being in public made you burn with humiliation, bare ass on display for whoever to see. Wasn’t this dangerous for their reputations? What if someone saw the two heroes? Would they get in trouble for assaulting a civilian? They would, right?

But the street was seemingly empty, devoid of all human life.

No one came to save you from the brutal pounding, from being choked and gagged, from having your insides rearranged.

Dynamight laughed when he rested a hand over your stomach, grabbed one of your own hands to feel the same thing he was feeling - his cock stretching against the skin of your tummy.

It made you burn even hotter with humiliation, although you didn’t know why. Maybe it was just the thought of how lewd you must look, being bounced in one man’s lap while being forced to suck another one off over the first man’s shoulder.

You had to wonder if DynaMight minded the suckling, slurping, and gagging sounds you made around Red Riot’s cock, the act being carried out right next to DynaMight’s ear.

They were quick, brutal, and uncaring. You were left with a belly full of cum, and a pussy wet and bare, jeans and panties in a torn heap at the side of the bench.

Red Riot was kind enough to take off his jacket, wrapping it around his waist before hefting you into his arms bridal style, his eyebrows furrowed.

As the three of you left the street, you saw the sign you had missed during your mad dash for freedom, the one stating that the street was closed to all civilians, even foot traffic, due to a villain related incident earlier in the week.

That would explain why the street was seemingly abandoned, why the two hero’s felt no fear in fucking you in public.

You weren’t done being punished, they told you.

They had some stuff back at their apartment, stuff that’d be fun to use while playing with the stupid, slutty little criminal as they delivered the rest of your punishment.

And then maybe after, DynaMight would consider letting you cum.

[beatles-slash-fiction]

Not the original asker but could we see that party where they submit to him and everyone's just so in awe at these reckless boys being obedient for their manager.

Brian is fully expecting the boys to be late with getting ready as usual, so he takes a seat and grabs a magazine and decides not to rush them.

He already feels slightly nervous, and he’s annoyed with himself for caring so much about a stupid award that means nothing really. He doesn’t need the record label to tell him he’s successful; he’s confident in his own achievements and he knows that no one would have made the Beatles as much as a success as him.

He’s fully expecting to have to wait another half an hour for the boys to be ready to go, so he’s surprised when Ringo walks into the living room.

Brian blinks. “What...what on Earth are you wearing?”

Ringo gives him a soft smile. “You don’t like it?”

The younger man is wearing a tight little pair of short shorts and a shirt that is half-unbuttoned; it reminds Brian of how the boys used to dress in Florida, but he had allowed that because it had been so hot. As he looks closer, Brian realises that Ringo is also wearing a little bit of eye make-up; a touch of mascara and a dash of eyeliner, and it makes his eyes look even bigger and more beautiful. The younger man is also wearing the collar that Brian had gifted each of them, and it’s that finishing touch that makes Brian’s heart flutter.

“No,” Brian says, trying not to let his mouth hang open. “I think you look lovely. It’s just...I told you that you could wear suits tonight. Won’t you feel a little uncomfortable like this?”

Ringo takes a seat next to him and kisses Brian’s jaw, and as he leans in Brian can smell something really nice on him; some kind of expensive perfume or cologne.

“This is your big night,” Ringo says, and he sounds almost proud. “You’re not going to win this award if we show up in suits, are you? Every artist there is going to be wearing something slutty, and we’ll stand out if we don’t act like eye candy for all the old tossers there.”

Brian is touched. He would never make the boys dress like this unless it were absolutely necessary, and certainly not to further his own career. The fact that they want to do this for him is really quite lovely.

Brian cups Ringo’s face with one hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “This really isn’t worth it just so that I can win an award.”

Ringo smiles. “It’s worth it to us. No one deserves that award more than you. And if you win, it will just show everyone that you can make a success of a band while being a decent human being at the same time.”

Brian is feeling terribly sentimental as the other boys loudly bound into the living room, and he gives Ringo’s bare thigh a quick squeeze in thanks.

They’re all dressed very similarly; short shorts and half unbuttoned shirts, a touch of subtle make-up, collars fastened around their necks. They’re beautiful.

“You’d better fucking win this thing,” John says, cocking his hip and giving an exaggerated bat of his eyelashes. “We’re not tarting ourselves up like this for nothing.”

“You all look gorgeous,” Brian says, giving each of them a kiss. “But I would never ask you to do this for me.”

“That’s why we want to do it,” George says brightly.

Brian can feel himself getting a bit teary, so he ushers them down to the car before they can see him cry.

The boys seem in good spirits during the journey over, and Brian wonders if it will last when they get to the party. Dressing up is one thing, but if they’re really serious about this, they’re going to have to behave in a way that goes against everything they believe in. This is certainly something Brian would never ask of them unless absolutely necessary.

If the boys are nervous when they arrive, they don’t show it.

They seem quite confident actually, as if they’ve done this a hundred times. All eyes are on them as they enter the venue, but the boys aren’t phased at all. They cling to Brian and smile politely at those who greet them, but Brian’s heart sinks a little as the chairman of the label, Grant Herman, approaches them.

The boys all gracefully fall to their knees before him though, and they do it in such a synchronised manner that Brian suspects they’ve probably been rehearsing this. The boys respectfully lower their gazes, and Brian can see the pleasant surprise on Herman’s face.

“My, my,” Herman chuckles. “Don’t you all look lovely.” He looks at Brian. “I have to admit, Epstein, I didn’t think you’d have it in you. I never thought you’d bring these boys in line, let alone make a success of them. Congratulations.”

Brian forces a smile as the older man shakes his hand. “Thank you.”

“If you don’t mind, I just want a moment to ask one of you boys a few questions. I’m doing the same with all the other nominees and their artists, I hope you understand.”

“Of course.”

Herman glances at the four boys on their knees, and Brian silently prays that maybe he picks Paul, who’s always been more eloquent and is fairly good at not being too mouthy.

“John,” Herman says softly. “Stand a moment, won’t you?”

Shit.

John obediently stands, and there isn’t even any sarcasm in his voice as he replies with yes, sir.

Herman smiles. “What do you think of Mr Epstein as a manager, John?”

John glances at Brian only briefly before answering. “He’s the best, sir. Mr Epstein knows this business like nobody else. He’s hard-working and kind and takes care of us. We wouldn’t be where we are without him. I adore him and so do the others.”

Brian realises in that moment that even if he doesn’t win, he’s got a prize better than anything anyone else could give him.

“And does he discipline you, John?”

“Yes, sir. Mr Epstein is very clear with his expectations and punishes us when we don’t meet them. He also rewards us when we do well. He’s always very fair and respectful.”

“And how often do you share his bed?”

Brian expects John to make a joke or an innuendo at this point, but he just continues to answer calmly.

“About once a week, sir. We usually take it in turns.”

“Good. Very good. Thank you, John. Well I’ll leave you to it-“

“Excuse me, sir,” Ringo interrupts, glancing up from beneath his lashes. “May I add something?”

Herman gazes at Ringo for a few seconds, as if bewitched. “Of course you can, my dear.”

Ringo smiles. “I just wanted to say that I’ve really appreciated Mr Epstein’s guidance and care. I was in another band previously under another manager, and I was treated very poorly by him. Mr Epstein has helped rebuild my confidence again. I never thought I’d have a manager I would trust, but I’d trust Mr Epstein with anything.”

Brian has to resist the urge to grab his handkerchief.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Herman chuckles. “Now you boys have yourselves a good evening. It’s lovely to see you here.”

He drifts off into the crowd and Brian lets out a little sigh of relief as he helps the boys to their feet.

“You’ve been practising your little speeches, haven’t you?” Brian chuckles, and he gives John a particularly warm kiss.

He feels so happy in that moment that he just wants to shower them all with affection.

The boys are on their absolute best behaviour all evening, and Brian feels so proud of them. They even look like they’re having a good time. Brian would never normally make them sit on the floor at his feet in public, but all the other artists are doing so with their managers so the boys do the same. They’re respectful and polite to anyone who speaks to them; they’re the perfect role models for the other artists there.

Brian knows it’s just an act. Tomorrow they’ll go back to being themselves, and that’s what Brian wants. But he’s so happy that they went to all this effort for him.

And when he wins, he kisses each of them, right there in front of the flash of cameras.

[klienerp]

Walter spotted you dashing through the dark forest, but your small steps were no match for his long strides.

Oh, his slutty princess from a fairy tale fleeing from the big bad wolf, only he knew that you actually wanted to get caught and... eaten.

His light jog became a swift sprint and before you could even turn around to see how far he was, strong armes wrapped around your tiny waist and you were lifted from the ground effortlessly as Walter halted the two of you. You felt his warm chest plastered to your back, only your thin dress separating your skin from his.

Walter stopped, put you down, turned you around aggressively to face him, and not taking any chances he fisted your nape again as his other hand forced you down on your knees, twigs and sharp little rocks scraping your bony knees. His fist in your hair kept you down as he fished his cock out again, slowly pumping it in front of your face.

“Let's try this again, shall we,” he drawled, not even out of breath.

-Det Marshall

Tears welled my eyes, my nape hurting as his fingers seared my skin. I knew better than to challenge him again. Obedient on my knees, I nodded, "please sir, I am sorry."

I opened my mouth and presented my tongue, waiting for him to slip his cock inside my mouth.

[doublekrecs]

chris completely railing reader after some guys flirt with them at a movie premiere, he may have a choking kink🙈

i like the way you think nonnie

it was the night of the endgame premiere, you and chris had shown up in matching blue outfits

your dress being tight fitting with a slit up the left leg, the diamond ring on your 4th finger flashing for all to see

he was looking very dapper that night, blue suit with the mint undershirt and adorning the fluffy beard you loved so much

walking the carpet was always fun as you got to see him interact with his loving fans and joke around during interviews 

this one was a bittersweet moment as you knew it would be his last time appearing as the captain you fell in love with 

watching the movie was heart-wrenching experience, you swear you could’ve broken his hand with how hard you were squeezing it

but after the event came your favorite part- the after party, where you were able to spend time with some of your favorite super heroes acting like a bunch of rowdy teens at a house party 

the first person you saw was hemsworth, you and his wife were good friends making you like an aunt to their kids

he gave chris a hug patting his back, the two becoming brothers over the past decade 

you had greeted him with a kiss to the cheek and he returned one with his classic smirk 

“god y/n its been a while now hasn’t it”

“too long now hemmy, looking as dashing as ever” you said adding a wink

you felt chris’s grip on your waist tighten a little, his subtle way of saying to knock it off

as the night went on drinks kept flowing, and while you weren’t completely wasted the few you had didn’t help conceal your flirtatious nature  

you had already given downey the flirty eyes which of course he played along, joining the fun after seeing the unamused look on chris’s face 

and the frown continued as you saw brie and gushed over her look in the movie 

“might have to hang around the new captain in town” you said raising your eyebrows suggestively 

he kept on giving you warnings but being the tease you were you threw all caution out the window when you saw your favorite boys, seb and anthony 

you guys had gotten close during the filming of civil war, becoming your go to men, the prankster trio they called you three on set

“BOYS” you said excitedly bringing them into a group hug

“uh oh” said seb after letting go, huge grin on his face “looks someone met captain rum”

“captain morgan for your information, sergeant” you winked and giggled

that was the last straw for chris as he instantly excused you guys to search for the nearest restroom 

“looks like someones having an interesting night” you heard anthony say causing him and sebastian to let out boisterous laughs 

he made sure it was empty before swiftly locking it and pressing your back to the wall, gripping your throat with his large hand

“you just never know when to stop do you angel?” he questioned gruffly 

“i know you love it captain, or can i not call you that anymore” you said teasingly grinning up at him

he tightened his hold on you adding more pressure to your throat and pressing his knee to your core 

“you know what you can call me pretty girl. but after acting like such a little whore for everyone tonight you’re not allowed to speak anymore”

you moaned as you rocked your hips to gain more friction on his thigh before he let go leaving you a mess of ragged breathes 

he started to unbuckle his pants, looking up you could see nothing but lust in his stormy eyes

“do something right for once tonight and get up on the counter”

you moved as quickly as you could not wanting to anger him further, pulling your dress up, the slit making it easier for you to spread your legs

he moved to he was standing in between them, his pretty pink cock standing at attention 

he wasted no time in moving your pretty lacy blue thong to the side and slipping in your drenched hole inch by inch

his hand took its place back on your throat as he started to ram into you without any warning

you gasped and whimpered at the brutal pace he set, the pressure on your throat making your head cloudy

“i told you i didn’t want to hear anything out of your slutty mouth”

you could tell he was nearing his end as you felt him throbbing inside your pulsing walls

“chris.. please” you mewled out

“go on and rub that puffy little clit for me and make yourself cum” he said into your ear not stopping even as his thrusts became erratic

“fuck chris!” you yelled out feeling your orgasm wash over you

“scream for me baby, let them know who fucks you like this”

he continued until you felt him paint your walls with his seed, slowing down for you to both ride your highs

he pulled out and went over to get paper towels, cleaning you both up

you took time to help each other readjust trying not to look completely fucked out but clearly all your friends knew when you stepped out out the bathroom and heard samuel say 

“all you motherfuckers owe me $50″