#so it's not that surprising to know that mark is an exhibitionist

[hornkneebee]

"Secluded spots"... Huh... What a weird way to say you're an exhibitionist, Mark (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

[leeharkerd]

warnings: public sex, mentions of fisting, overstimulation, pussy inspections, thigh-riding, impact play, sex toys, bondage mentions?, possessiveness, rimming, masturbation, crying during sex, hair pulling, deepthroating, slut-shaming, this shit is so ooc but i could care less

exhibitionist!queen maeve who backs you up into any corner or wall at any chance she gets to push her muscled thigh between your own, testing your desperation and need for her in public "dont want people to hear us do you? for people to catch us? so do us both a favor and keep quiet." you could feel your own juices covering her thigh, but she kept at it. continuing to flex her thigh against your pussy until you finally came.

mean!queen maeve who slutshames you to humiliate you, putting her cigarettes out on your thighs. "you like being my ashtray, hm?" her big, veiny hands parting your legs to tease you through your panties as she groans mixed insults and praises. she wants to work you to the edge, see how fucking far you go but she knows you cant handle it. "come on look at me." she slaps your clothed clit harshly to get your attention but it just fucking tips you over, and you cum right then and there. shes surprised, but that doesnt keep her from rubbing you. "let me hear you. let me hear how much you like being fucked and slapped around like you're nothing. don't you have any self respect? any dignity? or are you just a whore? a whore, made to be used hm?"

possessive!queen maeve who bends you over any counter to inspect your pussy, making sure nobody has ever touched you besides herself. opening up your lips and poking and prodding at your open cunt, licking her lips as she pushes a finger or two in, listening to the way you whine and squeeze around her fingers. saying that "shes only ever wanted the best for you" while fucking your cunt with 3 fingers, her other hand grabbing your ass to hold you in place as you writhe. you shake and cry as she presses her thumb to rub your clit, wanting you to tell her that you'll never let anyone use you besides her. "your pussy was made for my fingers, they just fit so perfect. just makes me wonder how many i could fit, if i could maybe even fit my whole fuckin' hand in here." making it known that shes the only one who could touch and fuck you the way she does, the only one who knows how to play with you.

(CONSENSUAL) perverted!queen maeve who will stare at you like youre fucking meat. grope your tits while youre making the bed, only for her to finger your cunt until youre gushing onto her palm. she'll come up behind you while youre cleaning, pulling her arms around your waist and slipping her hands beneath the waistband of your panties. "i bet you'd let me fuck you anywhere, bend you over anything." she says, her big hand cupping your pussy just so perfectly as she rubs your clit to completion. sometimes she'll even run her hands over the arch of your back and down to your ass while youre making dinner, pulling your pants down to your ankles as she drops to her knees to run her tongue over your perfect little hole. she'd even go as far to masturbate in the living room while you're watching tv "look don't touch" making you stare at her as she runs her own hands over her nipples, as she pushes a finger deep into her own pussy as you watch and listen.

pathetic!queen maeve who whines as she sucks on your clit, because shes just so damn desperate to please you. her hands clasp around your thighs and youre sure its gonna mark so you grab her hair, craning her head back so you can get a better look at her face. her mascara is running down her cheeks, your juices smeared around her lips, and all she can do is just look at you with the most pathetic puppy eyes ever. "all..all i ever want is you." soon enough you have her sprawled out on the bed, a vibrating bullet buried deep into her pussy, and all she can do is strain against the restraints as the toy brings her to climax."i just want...want to make you happy." later, shes back to her knees, crying as you push your fake cock deep into her throat. when you pull away from her all she does is push her face up closer to you, the spit-covered cock up against her cheek now.

touch starved!queen maeve who cums in a solid 3 minutes after not being with anyone in almost 5 years, shes almost embarrassed until you work her right up to another one. she's crying, tiny little tear drops leaving her eyes as she cums once more, and all she can do is beg. "pleasepleaseplease- fuck me again, i-i can take more." and she's desperate, really, you know that. but how can you fucking deny her when shes begging like that?

okay so this isnt the stuff i usually write, but ive been SOOO obsessed with her lately. yes i know there is grammar mistakes i wrote this so late at night so bear with me...if its that bad put it in grammarly <3

[minminyoonjii]

Plot Twist [Minchan/Fem! Reader]

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🕯Summary: Two dumbasses trying their hardest to lure a cat into pounding some pussy.

🌹CW

Couch Sex|Knotted Dildo|Multiple Orgasms|Voyeurism|Threesome! MMF|Degrading Kink|Wet & Messy|Grinding|Hard Dom! Bang Chan|Soft Dom! Lee Minho|Pervy! Reader|Fingering|Dry Orgasms|Corruption Kink|Cunnilingus|Vibrator|Blow Job|Oral Sex|Dacryphillia|Daddy Kink|Manhandling|Free Use|Edging|Exhibitionist|Deep Throat|Bondage|Cunt Gape|Cum Swallowing|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.4K

Chan lazily pumps the flared dildo up your dripping cunt, your hole fluttering around it with each thrust. You drooled onto the couch, eyes covered with silk. "What the fuck," Minho cursed, setting his groceries on the countertop. Chan looked up, raising an eyebrow, "Oh, you're back," he said casually before scrolling through his phone again. Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "Yeah, I'm back and what is this?" he asked, gesturing to your nude body. 

Chan shrugged, "A messy kitten," he said, thrusting the dildo to the base of the knot, your cunt barely stretching around it. Minho rolled his eyes, "Fuck. You know what, I'll leave you both to it," he said, arranging the groceries. You sniffled, pushing your hips back into the dildo, "Hah, hah, mmh," you moaned, biting down on your bottom lip. Chan eyed your squirmy efforts, "Didn't I tell you to behave?" he asked, clenching his jaw. Minho jolted at Chan's tone, surprised you were treated this way.

You sobbed behind the silk, tears soaking the fabric, "So-sorry," you hiccuped, body quivering. Chan clicked his tongue, "Shut up," he said, laying a firm smack on your plush ass. Minho furrowed his eyebrows at the scene, feeling the urge to intercept. You sniffled, head spinning with pleasure and a tinge of fear, "Min, min," you pleaded, craving some form of comfort. Minho felt a shiver run down his spine, "What?" he whispered under his breath.

"Min, please," you whispered, feeling giddy that he was still there. Chan scoffed, tugging a handful of your hair, "Is your daddy not enough that you had to moan for another man?" he asked, smirking at Minho's dropped jaw. Your lips trembled, mind blanking at the tug. Chan looked directly into Minho's eyes, "She called for you, didn't she? Get over here," he commanded, manhandling your body just enough for Minho to sit in front of you. 

Your lower half ached, cunt puffy and dripping from the amount of dry orgasms Chan coaxed out of you. Minho ran his fingers through your hair, causing you to melt instantly. Chan's gaze faltered briefly, "You can undo the silk," he said, noticing Minho's fingers itching to get them off. Minho did just that, his breath caught in his throat at the pretty sight. You looked up at him, tear stains marking your cheeks, and your lips slicked with spit.

Chan groped your ass, squeezing tight till a light bruise formed, "Use her however you want, I could care less," he gruffed, knowing that by the end of this, the both of you would need some heavy aftercare. Minho shuddered, his cock arching to get some relief, "Do you want this, pretty kitty?" he asked, scratching under your chin. You leaned into his palm, lolling your tongue as consent but he shook his head. "I need words, kitten," he said, booping your nose.

You gulped, "Yes please," you whimpered, pawing his clothed bulge. Chan held back a coo, trying to retain his indifferent role. Minho hissed, "Okay, okay," he said, tugging down his clothes. A gasp escaped your lips, "Pretty," you sighed, feeling drool pool in your mouth. Chan whistled, "She may look adorable, but she bites if you aren't careful, Min-ah," he teased, watching your arousal drip down your clit. Minho moaned, seeing the mischievous glint in your eyes, "Shit," he cursed, realising that he got lured.

"Can I?" you whispered, desperate to feel his weight on your tongue. Minho pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, "Go ahead, kitten," he said, giving you free rein. You wiggled your hips, nosing down his shaft from the tip. Minho leaned back into the coach, his hand resting on your head. Chan tore pieces of tape with his teeth, "Just to make things interesting," he chuckled, taping a bullet vibrator to your swollen clit. Your body bucked forward, thighs trembling from the sheer pleasure.

Minho rubbed your back, "I don't know how you managed to dig out parts of me I never experimented with," he mumbled, cock twitching at the warmth of your tears dripping. Chan picked up his pace, gradually spreading your hole apart to take the bulbous knot, "Take it, little one. I know your hungry cunt can take it," he groaned, the veins on his arms protruding. You wailed, mouthing around Minho's girth. Your warm breath drew him insane, "Messy little girl," Minho hissed, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Hah, fuck," Chan panted, seeing your cunt swallow up the knot. Your eyes rolled back, teeth grazing Minho's cockhead. "Holy, ah, shit," Minho grunted, clenching his hands into fists to get a grip. Chan huffed, lowering the vibrator setting, "Pat her cheek if she's out of it," he instructed, his eyes hazy with lust. Minho stroked your cheek, and patted, "Are you still with us, kitten?" he asked, pushing back your hair. You blinked back the mind-breaking pleasure, "Yes," you slurred, wrapping your lips around Minho's cock.

Minho tossed his head back, veins adoring his neck, "Fuck," he growled, trying his hardest not to thrust down your throat. You flattened your tongue and sank down his shaft. The stretch of your lips sent a buzz of pleasure towards your abdomen. Minho ran his fingers through your hair, "Do that again, kitten," he grunted, tensing his abs at the feeling of your coarse tongue swirling around the base of his cock. You hummed, swirling your tongue a few more times before pulling up to suck on his cockhead.

"Good girl, fucking good kitty," Minho gritted, pushing back his sweat-matted hair. You blew on his slit, your tongue flicking between the sensitive glands. Minho gripped your hair, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he keened, holding back his appending orgasm. You moaned, eager to swallow his load. Minho's toes curled inwards, "Fuck, I'm sorry," he growled, using your hair as leverage to sink your mouth down his cock. You splattered at the thrust, your throat contracting rapidly around his cockhead.

Minho groaned, bucking his hips further, "Milk it, kitten. Drink it up," he growled, cumming straight down your esophagus. You gagged at the sudden fluid, tears and snot drenching your face. Minho shuddered, carefully easing his cock out, "Breath, kitty," he panted, moaning at the sight of cum and spit slicking his cock. You planted your forehead against his thigh, finding it odd that the vibrator taped to your clit wasn't on. Chan chuckled, "Are you confused, little one?" he asked, patting the base of the dildo.

You groaned at the pressure, "Daddy," you rasped, wiggling your hips. "Daddy knows," Chan whispered, ripping off the tape and sucked your clit. You dug your nails into Minho's firm thighs making him wince. "Daddy, Daddy, Min," you babbled, thrashing at the orgasmic shocks. Chan hummed around your clit, and that tipped you off the edge. You wailed, cunt clenching so hard that the knot popped out, leaving a gaping hole.

Minho kissed your hair, "Good girl. Such a good girl," he mumbled, stroking your hair. Chan licked a stripe up your pussy, tongue curled within your gaping ribbed walls. You whimpered, body twitching from oversensitivity. Chan gulped, swallowing your orgasm directly from the source. Minho pressed his lips against yours, groaning at the taste of his cum on your tongue. Chan sat back, catching his breath, "I don't think I can be a mean dom again," he chuckled, turning his head towards Minho.

"You?" Minho asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Chan smiled, carefully manhandling you onto his lap, "This little one said that we had to take you off guard, and it worked," he said, pampering kisses all over your face. Minho tried to bite back a smile, "You tricked me, I'll prepare the air fryer," he said, getting off the couch. Chan giggled, "Let's run, baby," he said, pretending to carry you away. Minho chuckled, "Am I the first of the scheme?" he asked, ruffling your hair.

You jutted your bottom lip, making both of them coo. "The maknae had his fill first," Chan said, tapping your bottom lip. Minho crossed his arms, "What's the goal?" he asked, curious about what spurred this on. Chan chuckled, "I know you boys wanted to take a bite of her since the introduction and she was quite fond of the idea of being shared so one thing led to another and here we are," he explained, nosing your hair. "But what's in it for you?" Minho asked, tilting his head.

Chan smirked, lifting you off his lap, "She's not the only one fond of the idea," he teased, showing his cum stained pants. Minho chuckled in disbelief, "So who's next?" he asked, lying beside Chan. "Who knows, maybe a little ferret," Chan teased, noticing a shadow run up the stairs at the corner of his eyes.

[theogonies]

SWEET DESIRE: genshin boys & their kinks

characters: childe, xiao, diluc, & ayato

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: feminine pet names and references to female genitalia; they’re all possessive, just in different ways; breeding kink, corruption kink, mindbreaking/dumbification, overstimulation, semi-public sex, implied dacryphilia (childe); voyeurism and general perviness, somnophilia, implied corruption kink (xiao); overstimulation, restraints, marking, spanking, yandere behavior (diluc); dom/sub relationship, brat taming, dacryphilia, degradation, humiliation, edging, painplay/spanking (ayato); 18+; minors and ageless blogs do not interact

CHILDE

“What’s wrong, ptichka?” He leans down to lap the tears from your cheeks with a smile as condescending as it is kind. “I thought you were ready for this, but we’re only getting started.”

Is it really any wonder that this man has a breeding kink? He’s a family man, after all, and beneath all his bluster, there’s really nothing he wants more than a happy little family of his own to come home to. While he rationally knows that may be out of the picture for as long as he’s a Harbinger, he still can’t help but lose his mind a little at the sight of his come overflowing from your hole. Even better if he gets to fuck it back into you with his fingers to make sure you don’t lose a single drop, humming sweet praises all the while: you're being so good for me, babygirl. Gonna make you a mommy.

Speaking of fingers–Childe is good with his hands. When he really wants to tease you he’ll watch you struggle to drag his gloves off with nothing but your teeth, just so he can use those very hands to fuck into your mouth until you’re a drooling mess, begging for his fingers in your pussy instead. Maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll even reward you for your efforts.

He loooooves corrupting good girls. Girls who follow the rules, girls who put responsibility first, girls who take care of everyone else before themselves. He’ll tease you, give you just enough to get your hopes up before backing off and making you plead for his attention. Don’t worry; he won’t break you, at least not on purpose. He just wants to teach you how good it feels to allow yourself to let go and relish in all those dirty, greedy little impulses, the desires that only he can fulfill.

Childe likes it when his partners are vocal during sex, and he’s willing to put in the work to make that happen. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist in general–just another way of making sure there are no doubts in anyone’s minds who you belong to–but it doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of the Fatui headquarters or some isolated cabin in the mountains, he makes a game out of overstimulating you until you’re a broken, whimpering mess crying his name.

XIAO

“Please–” You can always tell when he’s about to break. He begs so sweetly, his stubborn scowl fading into something soft and needy. “Say it again. Tell me I’m good.”

 It shouldn’t come as any kind of surprise that Xiao is a virgin. He’s so afraid of becoming close to others, yet more and more he finds his mind drifting to all those lewd, forbidden places when he’s around you. It’s obvious, too, the way he stares when you bend over to pick something up or the neckline of your shirt dips a little too low; but all the embarrassment and guilt in the world aren’t enough to make him hold back his voyeuristic impulses.

And oh, the moment you realize what’s going on and decide to indulge him, it’s over for Xiao. He’s obsessed with the way you tease him, your hands brushing against his thigh, or lightly steering him by the small of his back, all while you give him that same, trusting smile as always. This is just what friends do, isn’t it?

It takes a long time before he’s able to build up enough trust to let you touch him, but he loves watching you touch yourself. The way your hands, the same ones that have touched him so innocently so many times before, flick at your puffy clit; all those dirty sounds that fill the air; the blissed-out look on your pretty little face when you finally unravel. Witnessing you, being wanted by you–it’s already so much more than Xiao thinks he deserves.

The only think he loves more than feeling like your loyal guardian as you slumber is fucking you when you’re asleep. Sometimes because you’re having a bad dream; sometimes because he just can’t help himself, not when you’re lying so innocently beside him, filling his mind with impure thoughts.

Even at his brattiest, he always, always, always asks permission before coming. Inside of you, on you, even into his own hand. It’s as much about consent for him as it is getting confirmation from you that he’s earned this.

DILUC

“That’s right, precious,” he murmurs, his sonorous voice so unusually soft that you can’t help but shiver from words alone. “Just sit still and let me take care of you.”

Diluc loves giving oral, and he’s a messy eater, too. It’s like your sweet pussy is an aphrodisiac to him; he loses track of time, swirling his tongue around your tender bud and drinking in your taste until he’s left you overstimulated without even trying. He feels genuinely bad about it, too, every time he realizes just how greedy he’s been, how long he’s made you beg and cry for relief–but it’s not enough to keep him from forgetting himself again the next time he goes down on you.

He’s a very giving lover in general; really, he just wants to make you feel good. And, well, the beautiful sight of your tight little pussy creaming around his cock–that’s just a sweet side effect.

It takes a long time to get him to admit to his more taboo desires, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. Most of all, he dreams of seeing you strung up; from the frame of his bed in the winery, or even more shamefully, from the rafters of his tavern (long after close, of course–no one else deserves to see something so beautiful). As much as he consciously respects your freedom and independence, there’s a dark part of him that wants to keep you safe and protected, somewhere only he can reach you.

He likes seeing his marks on your skin, too. Hickeys, mostly, but he’s not entirely above punishing you more thoroughly if he decides you’ve been a little too flirty with his patrons or too risky in your adventures. He apologizes every time his hand comes down on your ass, and yet he can’t hide how hard the sight of your soft and rippling skin makes him when it flushes and begins to bruise.

AYATO

“I’m sorry, doll, but you know the rules.” His lip trail gently across the marks left by his own hand only moments ago, reminding you that your master is just as forgiving as he is merciless. “Now, are you ready to be a good girl and do as you’re told?”

Do I even need to say that Ayato is a mean dom? He loves the thrill of the chase, learning exactly what makes his partner tick just so he can break them down. The worst part is how composed he remains through it all, like his twisted desire to see you squirm is just another of his odd little jokes.

His technique in bed is no less refined than his skill with a sword, either; he’s mastered the delicate art of pushing your limits without breaking them, testing your devotion to him with every slap and caress until you’re putty in his hands.

While Ayato demands absolute loyalty from his partners from the start, he doesn’t mind putting in the work to tame bratty subs; in fact, he likes it better that way. The more headstrong and stubborn you are, the easier it is for him to ensure that you’re all his by the time he’s finished molding you into the perfect toy.

He isn’t opposed to using pain as a punishment, but in most cases, he prefers withholding what he knows you want. He’ll edge you until you’re a sobbing wreck, begging for his cock; and as much as he knows he should hate to see you suffer like this, nothing makes him as hard as the sight of your pretty little face streaming with tears. Before he gives you your sweet release, he makes you beg for it, promising him you’ll be good from now on, that you’ve learned your place as his dumb little whore.

Ayato loves putting you in all kinds of degrading positions: cockwarming him in his office, touching yourself while he watches, humping the smooth leather of his shoes as you beg him to touch you properly. He likes knowing he’s the only one with the privilege of seeing you this way: flushed, humiliated, needy. His.

[noisycroissant]

Meus Amor (Part 1)

Read part 2 here

SoftDom!Ascended Astarion x Reader

(This was previously called Amica Mea till a dear reader corrected me. Also, I cannot write him as an asshole. I tried, it simply will not materialise 😔)

You could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to the grand oak door of your bed chamber. The long hallway outside was mostly empty save for a few candelabra and paintings, the entire bed chamber was in a separate wing of the castle.

He'd designed it that way for privacy.

"I don't want anyone else to hear those pretty moans you sing for me, pet," he'd cooed when you'd asked about the odd placement of your chambers, "For my ears and eyes only."

The doors swing open as Astarion strides in. "Come to me, my sweet. I have a gift for you. Took forever for the jeweller to deliver, but I am rather pleased with how it turned out," he says as he walks towards the bed, stripping off his clothes along the way.

He sits on the bed, shirtless, pale skin glowing in the candlelight. Placing a jewellery box on the bed, he takes your hand and pulls you to sit beside him.

"Another piece of jewellery, Astarion? Gods, you do realise I only have one neck. I cannot possibly wear every necklace you've gotten me already!" you tease.

"I thought you'd prefer the sparkling rocks cover up all the ways I've marked that lovely neck, darling," he teases back, "I know you're not an exhibitionist."

Your cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at his comment. All this time, and you'd think you'd run out of shame but no, his teasing will always have the blood rushing to your face.

"Open the box, I want to see how it looks on you."

You open the box to see a simple circlet of gold on a velvet cushion. There's a clasp at the back. And a simple locket dangling from it.

"I have to admit, this is one of the more tamer pieces you've gotten me," you say, picking up the circlet, confusion on your face.

"You're so going to regret your choice of words, my love," he laughs out as he takes the circlet from your hands and moves behind you to help you put it on.

You hold up your hair as he clasps it into place. The locket is against your throat. The circlet is a tighter fit than you'd thought it would be.

Almost like a collar.

He wouldn't...

"Oh yes I would, because I did," he whispers in your ear, "My gorgeous pet, would you wear this for me? Only when it's just us?"

"What does the locket say?"

"Take a look in the mirror. See for yourself," he passes you a handmirror.

Meus Amor

My beloved

Astarion lifts the locket with his fingers, his face close to yours, "Meus amor, would you wear this for me?"

You take a moment to look at his face. Anticipation, love...and hunger reflect in his eyes. For you.

Your heart flutters as you hear yourself say, "Yes, Astarion, for you, I would."

His lips are on yours the second you finish speaking. A hungry depraved kiss, his tongue stroking yours, his fangs catching your lower lip. You moan into his mouth and he leans you to your back, his knee moving to spread your legs as you lie down.

"You never stop surprising me, my love," he confesses quietly, moving to your shoulder. You feel his fangs prick the tender skin as he says, "I'm going to make you sing till dawn, sweetheart. I hope you're ready."

[thevampclaudia]

Backstage Pass

Rockstar Lestat de Lioncourt x Fem!Reader

Summary:

“Here,” you said, your voice so low it was almost a whisper, “Lie back and let me fix your makeup, baby.” Slowly, Lestat laid back on the couch, and you positioned yourself on top of him. Still straddling him, you leaned in close with makeup and brushes in hand. You looked down at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded with lust, and he returned your gaze with equally all-consuming need. Your lips were mere centimeters apart and you ached to close the distance, but not yet…no, the show must go on.” A short, smutty fic inspired by the revelation that Lestat was wearing a DRESS (!!!) in the IWTV season 3 promo.

Word count: 1,964

Warnings: MDNI - 18+ only, explicit sex, rough sex, teasing, biting, marking, switch!Lestat, unprotected sex, crossdressing, some very mild degradation.

a/n: reader is afab but no description is provided; this is shamelessly inspired by this photo that has lived rent free in my fantasies for YEARS lmao

“Everything okay in there?” You asked, fidgeting nervously on the plush sofa in Lestat’s dressing room. He had gone into the bathroom to change; not like his usual exhibitionist self, you thought, stifling a grin. At least 5 minutes had passed since he had disappeared into the cramped bathroom, and you were beginning to worry just a bit. What worried you most, however, is that for a whole five minutes, he had remained completely silent - even more out of character for your beloved silver-tongued exsanguinator.

“Lestat?” You called as you rapped softly against the bathroom door. Just as you leaned closer to press your ear against the door, it swung open, and you jumped back in surprise with a little shriek. You played it off with a laugh and took a moment to collect yourself before turning to him. “Shit, babe, you scared me-” When you turned, you breath caught in your throat and your words escaped you - immediately washed away like the tide as you took in the glorious, libertine, fucking hot sight before you.

The statuesque blonde vampire stood haughtily in the doorway, looking you up and down. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he watched your cheeks flush, just at the sight of him. He stepped closer to you, and you took your sweet time admiring him, drinking in every little intoxicating detail.

He was all ready for the night’s show, but tonight he was trying out a different look than usual. Lestat wore a long, black dress made of sheer fabric that hugged every curve of his body.The dress was sleeveless with a low, plunging neckline that showed just enough of his bare chest to be perfectly obscene. As your gaze traveled down his form, you saw that the dress had two long slits running all the way up each side. They exposed every inch of his pale thighs, and your eyes followed this tempting expanse of bare skin all the way back up over his hips, to where his Adonis belt peeked out from underneath his skirt.

Smoky black eyeliner rimmed his light blue eyes, giving them even more definition. It was all too much for you to handle - this maenadic beast before you, commanding every ounce of your attention and holding all your desires right in the palm of his hand. Fuck. His face darkened into a debauched, hungry smile, watching you struggle to form a coherent thought. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you almost hated him for it. Almost.

“How do I look?” He practically purred, slinking past you to lie on the couch with long, outstretched legs. You quickly sat beside him, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Lestat reached out and pulled you closer, placing one hand on your thigh with a low chuckle.

“You look fucking…amazing,” you breathed, and reached up to run your fingers through his long, honey-blonde curls. He leaned into your touch, and you took this as an open invitation to trail your fingertips down his exposed chest. This earned you a heady sigh from him, and you took no small satisfaction in seeing him react to you so shamelessly. Usually he at least tried to feign disinterest for a little bit…after all, he loved a good cat-and-mouse chase. But this was different. His desire was palpable, and it charged the air between you with an irresistible electricity. And then you realized.

Oh.

It wasn’t just for you. He liked the outfit too.

“What do you think?” You asked, stroking his hair before groping his bare chest yet again, with more urgency this time. He groaned and let his eyelids flutter shut momentarily, exhaling shakily. “Look, baby,” you urged, tilting his chin up to look at himself in the dressing room mirror, “Look at how fucking hot you look right now, Lestat.” He did as he was told, never one to turn down an opportunity to admire his own reflection. You smiled, enjoying the way he eye-fucked himself so openly. It was strangely endearing.

Suddenly, he gripped the back of your head roughly, dragging you closer to him until your lips met in a feverish kiss. You settled yourself into his lap, straddling his hips as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips. He groped at you needily, palming your breasts and letting his hands roam over your curves. A small moan escaped your lips, and you broke the desperate kiss for just a moment to catch your breath. When you looked back up at him, you saw that both his lipstick and yours mingled in ruddy smudges on his face and around his lips. You giggled at the sight, smoothing his tousled hair - which he then proceeded to tousle even more - before wiping away the smudged lipstick from his face.

“Here,” you said, your voice so low it was almost a whisper, “Lie back and let me fix your makeup, baby.” Slowly, Lestat laid back on the couch, and you positioned yourself on top of him. Still straddling him, you leaned in close with makeup and brushes in hand. You looked down at him through eyes that were heavy-lidded with lust, and he returned your gaze with equally all-consuming need. Your lips were mere centimeters apart and you ached to close the distance, but not yet…no, the show must go on.

You grabbed a tube of corally pink lipstick from his vanity table and leaned in close, softly dabbing it across his lips - all while never breaking eye contact with him. “Oh, this color is much better for your complexion, amoureux.” You murmured playfully, and he scoffed at you, rolling his eyes. You took his distraction as a chance to skate a free hand down the length of his chest, his torso, slipping under his skirt to cup his groin. He gasped, and you felt his swollen cock twitch.

You let out a delighted groan as you traced your finger along a thin elastic waistband, feeling the sheer fabric of his black lace thong. You groped him greedily, and felt his bulge straining against the lace. The faintest whimper slipped past his parted lips, and he bucked his hips against you. “I need you,” he panted, and you grinned as you felt him twitch again.

“But I just fixed your makeup.” You protested. The vampire rolled his eyes once more.

“Bordel de merde,” he muttered impatiently, flipping you without warning and pinning you beneath him on the small sofa. You cried out in protest, but he quickly shut you up with another urgent kiss, his lips crashing against yours, claiming you. You caressed his hips, cupping his ass in your palms before digging your fingernails into the supple flesh. He whined as he began helplessly grinding against you, and tugging your lower lip between his teeth. Lestat bit down, drawing blood that he quickly lapped up with an obscene, guttural moan. You kissed him again, tasting the traces of your blood on his tongue and shivering.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You tugged at the waistband of his thong, yanking it down his thighs and letting his throbbing, hard cock spring free. You gripped his shaft, giving it a tug and running your thumb over the glistening head, smiling in delight as you felt precum already dripping there. He gasped at the sensation, before grabbing you by your wrists and pinning them above your head with supernatural speed.

You were completely at his mercy now, and he reveled in every second of it. Lestat let out a low growl, and roughly spread your legs apart with his knee. He could already feel how wet you were, and the growing heat of your arousal through the crotch of your panties. You blushed as he teased your clit through the damp cotton fabric,coaxing you to moan out his name. With his free hand, he pulled your panties aside, entering you with one long, deep thrust. “Fuck!” You cried out, and you felt yourself stretching around him.

He nuzzled against the crook of your neck, teasing the sensitive skin there with little kisses and nips that he soothed with his expert tongue. He thrust into you slowly at first, savoring your warmth and wetness before gradually increasing his rhythm. As he pushed himself deeper into your aching cunt, you felt him moan against your neck. His fangs grazed your delicate skin, sending a sick thrill through your core. Suddenly, he bit down, nearly pushing you over the edge. He fucked you savagely, and the cramped room filled with a vulgar symphony of moans and obscenities. Lestat made an indecent slurping sound as he drank deeply of you, and it was almost too much to bear. When he had his fill, he lapped at the fresh bite mark with his tongue, long and torturously slow licks that threatened to push you over the edge. Your thighs began to tremble as you crept closer to the brink of orgasm.

“That’s it, mon cher, give up that tough facade.” He goaded, with a sudden, deep thrust that made you throw your head back and scream. “I know what seeing me dressed like this does to you. I could see it all over your face,” Another achingly deep thrust, “I knew I could break you.” That was all it took. His words, his voice, his eyes on you…his hands holding you down so helplessly….that dress…and the way he rolled his hips into you, fucking you like he was determined to ruin you for anyone else. You came, hard, crying out his name and quivering as wave after wave of bliss racked through your body until you were spent. He kept going, only slowing his pace slightly. In and out, in and out, again and again. He released his grip on your wrists, and you tangled one hand in his long hair, using the other to drag your fingernails down his back. You felt him shiver at the sensation, and he let out a long, low groan. You tightened your hold on his hair, and he buried his face in your neck. He breathed deeply, trying to muffle the needy whimpers that betrayed just how close to coming he was.

Lestat’s brow furrowed, and he swore under his breath as you clenched yourself around his cock. In and out, in and out, he tried to keep going, but it was too much - he was barely holding on. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, fucking harder and faster until finally, at the very last moment, he pulled his cock out of you with a profane, wet sound. Shamelessly, all while maintaining eye contact with you, he stroked himself to completion into the soaking wet crotch of your panties.

“Keep these on for the entire show,” he growled in your ear, trailing kisses along the crook of your neck and across your jawline before gripping your chin in his hand, forcing you to look directly at him, “And don’t you dare change, mon coeur. I’ll know.”

“SHOWTIME, MR. LIONCOURT!” You heard his stage manager yell from outside the dressing room. His makeup and hair were utterly wrecked; anyone who saw him would immediately guess what had just occurred in this cramped little room. You both laughed, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before flashing you a devastating smile as he bounded out the door, making his way to the stage. “This isn’t over, you know!” He called over his shoulder, always needing to have the last word. You took a moment to compose yourself, smoothing your hair and quickly fixing your makeup, before running to take your seat in the audience, just as the stage lights came up.

Read on Ao3 here.

[lsunstreakerl]

honestly, any strange ship, a while ago you had commented about Sebastian being a "guilty" "ship" something strange or guilty in that sense

this did not end up being sebastian- I mean, he's kind of there. I also need just not try and estimate word counts because this ended up being 1.3k. HI HELLO: this is from the kink prompts so it is explicit in nature, as in people are fucking and getting fucked.

pairings: mark webber/max verstappen, max verstappen/marc márquez, implied mark webber/sebastian vettel, implied daniel ricciardo/max verstappen

relevant heads up: slight exhibitionist kink, semi-socially acceptable public sex, sex under the influence of alcohol, the slightest hint of a temperature kink, mild slut shaming

Max doesn't make a habit of feeling out of place at parties, considering how often he's at them, but this-

This is totally different to anything else he knows. They're in some huge remote cabin-style resort, a weeklong trip entirely paid by Redbull.

Everyone in attendance is either an insane talent in their respect area, or a revered alum, which is how Max has found himself on his knees, Mark Webber's cock down his throat, with Sebastian Vettel piping in with incredibly unhelpful instructions.

"Little bit more tongue, yes, like that- he loves that. Hates to admit it, but nothing gets him off faster- also you'll want to close your eyes when he comes, he likes to get it all over the face, nasty-"

"Shut up."

Mark's talking to Sebastian, but Max is the one who gets his hair pulled roughly, which really doesn't feel fair here- he's not mouthing off, and it's not his fault Mark and Seb still don't have their shit figured out.

He makes a muffled noise around Mark, who groans at the vibrations, and Max realizes with a twinge of annoyance that he actually has been listening to Seb- which is fucking stupid, if Seb wants to suck Mark's cock he can come do it himself, but Max is going to do it his way.

He doesn't give any kind of warning, just watches his teeth before suddenly taking Mark all the way to the base, breathing through his nose.

He's not as impressive as Da- some other Australians Max has gotten on his knees for before.

Mark chokes on an inhale, fingers clenching in Max's hair, and Max grins to himself, because he's not Sebastian Vettel, and no matter how badly Mark wants to dominate a blonde bratty European Redbull world champion, he's not going to find it in Max.

Max deliberately moans, low and long, and Mark's hips jerk before they snap frantically into his mouth.

"Fuck- fuck, Sebastian-"

Oh come on.

People who can't call Max by his name do not get to come on his face, so he doesn't let up, keeps Mark down his throat as he comes, and it's longer than Max expected for a guy in his late forties, honestly.

Seb just laughs from his chair, and Max shoots him a glare as he pulls off, already thinking of which drink he's going to wash down the taste with.

"Cunts."

They can be weird and off putting and miserable together, Max doesn't care. It wasn't even that good anyways, and now he's not going to be able to look Oscar in the eye for a few weeks.

He stalks into the kitchen, passes Coulthard in the hallway, hopes he doesn't look too much like he just sucked off a retired driver in one of the lounge rooms.

Not that it would be surprising- Max had been freaked out the first time he was here, but he gets it now- it's like the Olympic Village. Redbull takes their hot, talented athletes, sticks them in a resort for a week, and lets them fuck like rabbits in the hopes of avoiding sex related PR crisis for the rest of the year.

It works pretty well.

He's checking for gin, fingers dancing over bottle caps, when a hand wraps around his waist, and Max knows that hand.

"Marc!"

He spins around, and then he has an armful of excitable MotoGP rider, hips pressing Max's into the counter while he's busy getting his tongue in his mouth.

Marc tastes like vodka and fireball, and Max wants to drink it straight from his system, wants to-

He pulls back for a second, meeting Marc's eyes. Marc is down for anything- Max loves that about him. The MotoGP guys know how to party.

"Do you want to do body shots and fuck on the pool table?"

Marc yanks his head back down to continue making out, one arm scrabbling behind Max for a familiar clink of a few bottles.

He pulls back to reach for some limes, and then he's grinning at Max, with his trademark brilliant smile.

"Yes!"

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"Fuck- Marc, please, you are going to kill me-"

Max isn't used to being the one with his dick inside someone, but he's flat on his back on the table, and Marc is tight and hot and wet, sinking down onto Max, one hand braced on his chest as he grins at him.

Max tosses his head back onto the table, and his fingers are digging into Marc's thighs, corded muscle straining under his palms.

His mouth still tastes like lime and liquor, and he's pretty sure his neck is crusted with salt, and he's trying so hard not buck his hips up-

"You are so cute when you're trying to be good."

Max shudders, hands gripping tighter, and Marc is practically purring at him, because the game is that Max can't come first, and he was going to lose from the fucking start. They both knew it.

"Marc- Marc I'm gonna come, please please can I-"

Marc just shakes his head, eyes crinkled at the corner as he changes his pace on the next slide down, tight and irresistible. Max can feel himself shaking, closer and closer to the edge, and he squeezes his eyes shut, one last time-

Marc's fingers come down to pinch his nipples, and they're dripping with ice water, cold and freezing.

Max comes with a scream, back arching off the table, the sound of Marc's laughter ringing in his ears.

He's still riding the wave when Marc gets off of him, and then Max is being manhandled, rolled onto his chest as Marc knocks his knees apart. Everything is hot and cold and sensitive, and he's glad Daniel stretched him out earlier, because Marc pushes two fingers into him off the bat, scissoring Max open as he groans into the table.

"Aw, you are all loose. Whore."

Marc spits into him, and Max keens, scratchy fabric of the pool table rough against his chest, and then Marc is pushing in, splitting him wide, an endless press.

It's unfair for a man that small to be this hung.

Max is overwhelmed, slurring into the table as Marc snaps his hips in, and it's too soon from his last orgasm- he feels raw and peeled open, which is exactly when Marc leans over him, chest pressed to his back, and shoves three fingers and an ice cube into Max's mouth.

He bucks back onto Marc's cock at the sensation, the heat of his fingers and the chill of the ice, and he realizes what's next a second too late, squirming as Marc brings his other hand to wrap around his still soft cock, fingers ice cold.

"Ohhhhh, please, please-"

Marc nips at his back, and Max can feel him smiling at he starts to jack his hand, and it's too much- he feels too full, he's too raw and overwhelmed, he's pretty sure people are watching them-

Marc aims deliberately for his prostate, and Max is wailing, tips over into his second orgasm brutally, shaking to pieces underneath Marc.

He doesn't stop- his rhythm picks up, chasing his own pleasure- Max is limp, lets Marc use him however he wants, and he can't tell if it's seconds or minutes later when Marc snaps in for a final time, hips pressed flush against his ass.

Max slumps down as Marc pulls out, and then there's fingers gently patting at his cheek.

"You are as always very fun, Verstappen."

Max blinks, tries to get his brain started back up.

"Yup."

Marc giggles, and then he's gently kissing Max for a moment- he tastes like lime again.

"Thank you, you are very sweet- for being a slut."

Max half chokes on a laugh, because, well-

He kind of is. He's laid out on the pool table at what is technically a company event, and just tonight he's given multiple blowjobs, been fucked twice, and he's just come back to back.

It's a good thing they have mandatory testing before they get here.

"Anytime, Márquez."

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Tzuyu Girlfriend HCs

SFW HCs

The two of you met when she tried out a new bakery which Dahyun recommended. You were a regular there and noticed that Tzuyu was sticking to one thing and over a few days, you recommended one of your favorite breads which she ended up really liking.

Coincidentally the two of you also used the same bus which formed a friendship.

Your crush on her started when you two were going to the bus stop and you tripped and dropped your food which led to Tzuyu feeding you some of hers.

She’s really sweet and caring but she also doesn’t hesitate to tease you.

She seems quiet and reserved but once you get to know her she’s quite talkative and mischievous.

Tzuyu likes to rest her head on your shoulder, often feeling too shy to kiss you. She doesn’t mind getting kissed though.

She avoids PDA especially if it’s infront of someone she knows.

Once you absentmindedly pecked her cheek infront of some of the twice members and they all cheered and hooted for Tzuyu surprising you.

Only for you to turn and see her frozen and red faced while wishing she could disappear. But now that has gotten better too and she doesn’t get as shy.

She prefers spooning over cuddling and likes to switch between being the big and little spoon.

NSFW HCs

She was quite shy but also secretly excited about it at first. She liked how you were patient with her shyness and were so loving.

Tzuyu likes to bite your shoulder real hard when you make her feel good.

She has a huge praise kink and just loses it whenever you call her a good girl or princess.

The biggest surprise for you has been finding out that she is a little bit of an exhibitionist.

She doesn’t mind playing footsies when you both are out for dinner.

Occasionally she likes to take charge, ordering you around and expecting you to obey her instructions without hesitation.

She knows how to make use of her hands and uses that skill to keep you wanting more and more.

Tzuyu had been thinking about wanting to try some bondage and roleplaying but couldn’t make up her mind on which.

She doesn’t want to admit it but she finds it really hot when you leave love bites and marks all over her.

She likes it when you whisper in her ear as you both make love.

[hucowboyification]

Poolverine and 10 please?

10- "We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

It'd been an easy job. Get in, stab, claw, and shoot all the fuckers in the warehouse to death, get out. No one was left alive; not even the cleaning crew.

Making a quick getaway wasnt strictly necessary; given how blood-soaked they both were, it probably would've made them more suspicious. But the surrounding area had been terrorized by that group for so long that everyone turned a blind eye to the two mutants booking it down shaded alleyways, and the adrenaline made for great foreplay, so they ran anyways.

Logan pulled Wade down an alleyway, around a corner, and then into a dead end, where a brick building towered over everything.

Deep scratch marks in sets of threes littered the face of the building; hundreds, if not thousands of sets, some clearly much older than the several months Logan had been living in this universe.

"Climb," Logan instructed, lacking anything in the way of real urgency. It was made even less urgent by Logan tugging Wade's mask off and pressing him briefly to the brick wall for a deep, but surprisingly gentle kiss.

Once he was released, Wade did as he was asked. Fortunately, Logan had the forethought to make sure that people with normal hands could get to the roof, though just barely; it was a tough climb, even for Wade, and he had to question if it was really the only way up onto the roof, or if Logan just wanted to watch his ass as he made his way up tedious hand-and-foot-holds.

"Used to love coming up here," Logan sighed once they'd both reached the roof, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder against a boarded-up maintenance entrance. "Quiet. Good views. Hard to climb for most people. Back... back where I'm from, it got torn down years ago."

Wade, using the little good sense he had, didn't pry or crack a joke. He didn't particularly feel like regenerating any limbs tonight, thank you very much.

"But, anyways," Logan continued, giving Wade a sharp-toothed grin. "Thought it'd be a good place to bring you to catch our breath after a job. Be nice to spend an evening together without worrying about waking anyone up."

"Wait, do you mean-" he leaned in close, exaggeratedly whisper-shouting in Logan's ear- "S-E-X?"

"Yes, you goddamn loser, I mean fucking." Logan snorted, bumping his forehead against Wade's shoulder. "Up here, alone, under the stars."

"Aww, Wolvie, that's so romantic! We're really going to fuck here?" Wade gasped in mock surprise, bringing his hands to his face. "What if someone sees us?"

The twitching of Logan's lips gave away his attempts so suppress a laugh. "Who the fuck would see us, moron? It's the middle of the night, this is an abandoned building, and we'd see if anyone came on a nearby roof." Then he grinned. "Besides, what do you care? I always thought you'd be an exhibitionist."

"Oh, I am an exhibitionist, peanut, but you never know. There are cameras everywhere these days.

With a brief, disparaging "Jesus Christ, Wade", Logan dropped to his knees, nuzzling gently at Wade's already hard cock under his suit.

Then, the claws came out, moving towards the fabric of Wade's pants, and-

"Hey, no, no, no! Soft paws!" Wade shouted, swatting Logan's hands away and getting his fingers quite scratched up in the process. "I'm not sewing this up again! God, the knife hands are hot, but can you use your fingers to unzip me like a normal fucking person for once?"

Reluctantly, Logan did as ordered, sheathing his claws and unzipping his pants without ripping them (and Wade's skin, though that was of less concern) to shreds.

If there were cameras around (and of course there were- whatever the dicks at the TVA said, he's the main character here), they'd be getting quite a show.

Send me an ask with a number and a ship!

[according2thelore]

It's still wincest wednesday in my neck of the woods, so here's what's been chewing up my brain all day (full house of wincest, ahoy!):

They have to be.... selective with how and when they play this game. They have to be planning to leave -- not on a hunt; for good -- within the day. Dad prefers if their bags are already packed and in the car; Dean argues that an empty room screams of entrapment, that they need his pile of dirty clothes and Sam's broken-spined paperback splayed out on the bedside table to sell it. (Sam could give a shit if they're packed or not; this is his absolute favorite, the one thing he's asked for his past two birthdays.)

Sometimes Sam gets to play the bait, but usually he lets Dean do it. He's had more practice, and besides... Sam doesn't mind one bit if he has the spend the first part hidden in a closet or bathroom, so long as there's a door to crack open. (Sam likes to watch.)

Sam loves to get that cryptic omw+1 text from Dean, his cue to scamper into his hidey-hole, make himself unseen. Dean's had his way this time -- half the room is still littered with teenage-boy detritus, meant to look like Dean's been crashing here unsupervised for who knows how long.

Dean's loud when he comes in, always makes a show of banging into doorframes and tables and luggage racks, all so Sam can push his fingertips into Dean's bruises later. Whoever's day Dean has chosen to ruin is always behind-beside-all-over him, and always different -- classmates, sometimes, but more often marks he's picked up in the park, the truck stop bathroom, the side of the road. Men, mostly, but sometimes women. Girls and boys -- one time both at once, Chandler West and Alicia Wichman who sat on either side of him in Algebra.

Sam watches raptor-like, knows all of Dean's moves and where each one will lead, a chess master of this particular board. If this, then that. If they kiss Dean's throat, he'll unbutton his shirt. If they touch his chin, he'll tuck his head all fake-bashful so he can look at wherever Sam's squirreled away through the fringe of his eyelashes.

Dean likes to still be partially dressed, but Sam and Dad both like him bare, so rarely do they compromise. Dean's running the show here in the room, but Dad says his exhibitionist tendencies are likely to land him in trouble someday if he's not careful -- he likes to be looked at, can practically get off just from being petted and told how strong and good and pretty he is.

Dean's stripped down to his socks and shirt, his bare dick leaving wet-black streaks on the inside of his grey tee. Sam wants to ruck it up under his chin, to make Dean hold the wad of fabric between his teeth so Sam can see everything, but Dean's still playing shy, tugging the hem down to cover himself. The man of the hour -- gas station clerk, Sam realizes; the one who's sold them cigarettes and candy bars after school more days than not for the past month -- reaches underneath to get himself a good solid handful of Dean, moans load and unselfconscious right against Dean's neck.

He's muttering something about "could tell from the first time you came in" and "standing outside, smoking like you couldn't stand not to have something in that mouth for more'n a minute, fuck" and Sam's over it, he's done; he reaches for his phone and fires off a text to Dad: playtime's over

It's what Dad had said, the first and only time he'd actually caught Dean (and Sam) by surprise; nine and thirteen, Sam's junk stuffed in Dean's mouth and Dean with three of Sam's Astroglide-slick fingers already inside. (He'd been practicing, he told Sam, in the shower. Sometimes after school, if Sam had managed to convince Dad to let him do this extracurricular or that for a while.) When they'd wrenched apart and Dean had thrown the scratchy polyester coverlet over Sam's lap and they'd both stared up at Dad with matching rabbiting pulses pounding, and Dad had just looked... smug. Not mad, not horrified or upset; he'd crouched at the foot of the bed and yanked the covers off them, watching goosebumps pop up of every naked inch of skin. "Playtime's over, boys," he'd said, with that big grin of his that tilts up at one side, and that was a lie; playtime was just beginning.

Dad's probably been sitting in the parking lot since he got Dean's text, but now he revs the Impala's engine for all she's worth, lets her howl just on the other side of the door. Dean freezes, eyes going Bambi-wide as he says, "Oh, god. Oh my god, I think that's my dad."

"Your dad?" the inevitable response always comes, so predictable Sam mouths along with the words like a well-loved lyric in his favorite song. "I thought you said he was outta town."

"He was," Dean insists.

Footsteps up to the door, Dad stomping like he used to when "monster" was a game they played to pass the time cooped up in motel rooms. Fee-fi-fo-fum, I better not find you fucking my son.

"Holy shit," Dean says, and most people would think the tremor in his voice is fear, but Sam knows it's anticipation and glee and Dean getting hard enough to pound nails in about six seconds flat. "Oh, fuck, you gotta go, shit, shit; put your fucking pants on, fuck!"

Dad always gets the door open in one swift turn, even that trick doorknob that always stuck halfway on the apartment in Fairbury.

[anyways wow this got uuuuh away from me 😬 but suffice to say, this game usually ends with John holding their playtoy at gunpoint when they try to leave, handcuffing them to a Very Conveniently Placed Chair, and making them watch while he gives Dean the spanking or belting or switching every Winchester in the room wants Dean to get. The family that plays together, etc etc 😹]

😘😘😘 cilla

happy wincest wednesday, beloved cilla!!!!!

GAHODSIHG SDGJKLDS GLDSJKGH EIOHWNE SG FUCKKKKKKKKK

everyone stop what you're fucking doing and give cilla ten million dollars.

every time you write i pass out and stand up and pass out again. your talent is UNPARALLELED!!!!

800% sam gets off partly on being the one to call it off, to have the power to rip dean away from someone else and back into the family. dean's on loan, but he's already owned. sam has the power to say exactly when and how dean gets used, and far dean's allowed to go. your hands are only on dean because he's allowing it.

all of them getting off on dean being humiliated and owned and GAHH

this, specifically: Dean likes to still be partially dressed, but Sam and Dad both like him bare, so rarely do they compromise. Dean's running the show here in the room, but Dad says his exhibitionist tendencies are likely to land him in trouble someday if he's not careful -- he likes to be looked at, can practically get off just from being petted and told how strong and good and pretty he is.

Dean's stripped down to his socks and shirt, his bare dick leaving wet-black streaks on the inside of his grey tee. Sam wants to ruck it up under his chin, to make Dean hold the wad of fabric between his teeth so Sam can see everything, but Dean's still playing shy, tugging the hem down to cover himself.

FUCK!!!!! YES!!!!!!

the WEECEST?!?! yup yup yup.

thank you so so so much my most darling and beloved cilla for sending this in!!!! i don't even have anything to add. correct. 100% fantastic.

-lizzy

(ps sorry for waiting to answer this! we wanted to give you all of the wincest wednesday fanfare you deserve!!!!!!)

[snowball-doie]

perv!nct dream

Who are the ones who secretly love being a sub but don't admit it? Every time they see her, their minds constantly go to immoral thoughts.

is she holding something? they'll think of their own d!cks between those fingers.

that kind of

I feel like all of them have that dawg in them. If we’re being honest, besides Renjun, I view most of 7dream as switches- even though my poly!7dream universe has more defined roles than that. But I digress. Jeno’s my secret sub 😏 That man wants his hair pulled, he likes to be called puppy, and the day I get my hands on a breeding strap it is OVER for that man ong lmaooo…..

But then we wanna talk about secret pervs?? Mark Lee. Ohhhhh that man could do the craziest shit if he just allowed himself to. I think he secretly sneaks into Sooah’s room (or even one of the boys’ tbh) and he gets all shy when he pulls a pair of underwear from her hamper and pockets it. He’s so embarrassed. He knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s weird. They’re dating, they live together, they fuck on the regular… there’s no reason to be stealing underwear just to run back to his room and stare at them as he jerks off— Or even put the underwear on his dick as he jerks off and cums on them… but he does it anyhow��. “Have you guys seen my pink panties? I need to pack them for my trip with Chenle this weekend.” Mark drops his spoon into his cereal and chokes on his food as he remembers that he left her cum-stained panties in his underwear drawer because he was waiting for the right time to sneak them into the laundry without anyone noticing. “No-no…” he croaks, “Haven’t seen them…”

Jaemin’s a big perv too. He likes to feel people up randomly after he stares at them wayyyyy too long. If one of the boys is just walking around doing chores, Jaemin’ll sit on the couch, his wingspan sprawled out along the backboard, his legs crossed, and his tongue drifting back and forth over his bottom lip as he watches silently. He likes seeing Jisung, Renjun, and Sooah bend over for things. He’ll watch them do it the first couple of times. But once he can’t handle himself anymore, he’ll sneak up suddenly and press up against them— He loves hearing that surprised gasp fall from their lips as their body falters before they realize what’s going on and stand up straight to push him away. “Perv.” “Yeah, I am.” And a perv like him pushes them against the wall and holds them still as he kisses them passionately. He likes watching Jeno work out… and he likes sitting on Jeno’s lap when he’s lifting weights. He fucking LOVES it when Chenle feels him up on stage……

Chenle’s a fucking exhibitionist when it comes to his perversions. The way he stares at Jaemin all the time doesn’t go unnoticed by fans— In fact they eat up the way Chenle grabs Jaemin’s muscles and pulls up his shirt to reveal his abs and flirts on stage. But to Chenle and Jaemin, it’s like a game. Chenle’s trying to see how much he can get away with, what Jaemin’s breaking point is, what gets him all flustered and embarrassed. Meanwhile, Jaemin loves feeling Chenle’s hands on him in front of so many people. All those times Chenle grabs Jaemin’s arms during outfit changes, and there was only one show where during Mark’s ment, Jaemin pushed with headset mic to the side so he could whisper into Chenle’s ear, “If you touch me like that one more time, I’m going to bend you over the green room couch and fuck you while everyone watches.” Chenle loses the very game he started. Jaemin grins because Chenle is a BRIGHT shade of red, and all he can do is pray his dancer belt is hiding his erection a little bit……… “Tag, you’re it,” Chenle teases during Broken Melodies when he runs up to Jaemin and grabs his muscles again before running off. Andddddd he sealed his fate.

[fairlyang]

Thighs 🕷️

miguel being a thighs enthusiast

w/c: 771

tags: 18+ smut. just a lil ramble, fluffy, thigh kisses, but also smutty, m being somewhat of an exhibitionist, thigh fucking, overall just some thighs appreciation 🫶🏼

Miguel would love to lay between your thighs, he'd lay there laying his head against your crotch while he looked up at the ceiling, when watching a movie, or even when taking a nap

He'd wrap his arms under them then lightly squeeze your inner thigh letting out a happy sigh

He make any excuse under the sun to just lay there comfortably

"They look lonely!" He exclaimed with a pout when you shook your head no but then rolled your eyes and sighed as he immediately went down to lay on them

He'd love to leave kisses all over them

When he'd take you out on fancy dinner dates, (which was often) he'd always convince you to wear dresses that fit you perfectly but more specifically ones that showed your thighs off, whether it be a slit, or mini bodycon dresses he always wanted to see them

Instead of sitting across from you he would sit next to you, he loved the way your dress would rile up and reveal more of your thighs and they looked so perfect when you were sitting

He would leave his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin

"Te ves tan bonita." He whispered and you just smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek (you look so pretty)

Then gently squeezing while having normal conversation with you, knowing he was making you nervous, he always did

On some dates he'd only squeeze your thighs teasingly, other times he'd take it a step further and trail his fingers higher up to your inner thigh

You'd tell him to stop but knew deep down you really didn't mind, he knew this and would continue even when the waiter would come by

“I want everyone to see what's mine." He whispered in your ear as you felt your whole face heat up

You purposely would wear short skirts or short shorts just for him

One time he went home to find you laying on the couch in some short shorts and immediately went down to lay on them, squeezing and kissing them softly

"So perfect for me angelita." He said between kisses (little angel)

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He would leave lovebites on them before eating you out, he loved marking you but there was something about leaving them on your pretty thighs that really got him going

When he'd realize his old marks were fading he would go down and leave some soon as he realizes

You weren't surprised when he randomly had the brilliant idea of wanting to stick his cock between your thighs, the idea instantly turned you on which made him very excited

After quickly taking off your clothes and his own he spread his legs wide and you back yourself up against him, lowering your body to hover over him, not facing him

You opened up your thighs a bit and he slid his cock between your thighs as it lightly grazed against your pussy

You squeeze your thighs earning a moan from both of you as you slowly grinded yourself against him, you felt your wetness swirling around as his cock was rubbing against your folds and inner thighs

He had a firm grip on your hips helping you move while letting out moans as you started moving your body faster making him groan, his grip on you tightening

You bite your lip and kept going, his cock softly rubbing against your slickness as it was now getting on your thighs

His hands went down to squeeze your thighs as you were moving faster, you felt his cock twitch between you so you slowed down your pace wanting to have him enjoy this for as long as possible

He let out a desperate moan and squeezed your thighs some more when you start to move your hips faster

You feel him twitch again but this time you don't stop and go faster than before and squeeze your thighs some more when you start to move your hips faster

You feel him twitch again but this time you don't stop and go faster than before and squeeze your thighs a bit more as you rubbed yourself against every inch of his pulsing cock

Amor asi- tan cercas-" he moaned out so you kept your pace letting out some moans yourself which made him groan (love just like that- so close-)

He let out bundles of moans and you stopped your movements letting him cum all over your thighs

When you heard his panting calm down you sat down on his lap and kissed him gently which made him grin and happily kiss you back

[jebiwonutty]

Zb1 legal line & kinks/stuff they like

It’s just a huge ass brainrot. Idk the official name for some of those sorry it’s just how I call them.

MINORS THIS IS EXPLICIT

Zhang Hao

Praise Kink :

You cannot convince me that this man does not have a praise kink.

You would just tell him he did good and he would already be melting. Now if you praised him during sex ? He would loose his whole mind and finish instantly. Just being beneath him and telling him he was making you feel so good and just begging him not to stop, calling him your prince and he would be done for

Mid exhibitionnism :

I just feel like he would definitely enjoy having sex in semi-public places. Having the thrill of maybe getting caught by a passerby or one of his members.

Just fucking you roughly and pressing his hand against your mouth to silence you up all while hearing your muffled moaning would make him go wild. Hearing others people voices and having this thrill of perhaps getting caught and having people seeing you both this way ... wild, definitely thrusting onto you faster

Kim Jiwoong

Bondage

This man loves to play and experiencing new things

He would go crazy seeing you all cuffed up for him, ready to play. You had a blindfold on top of that, he loves seeing you all ready and needy for him, just completely left for him to play

Sensory plays

Oh he would love that.

Melting cold ice on your body and just licking it straight from your skin. Putting warm food on you. He just loves to lick and have good excuses for that

But don’t be fooled, he would love to be handled by you, just admiring you licking him and sucking him off.

S Han Bin

Exhibitionist

Now that’s an exhibitionnist. This man loves to shows what belongs to him and him only

So of course having sex in a public place like the dorm, studio, at practice would be a urge turn on. He likes to make you scream and moan his name and he can only want for the other people to heat that.

You are his and his only, he will make you scream his name

Marking

Will leave you up full of hickeys

I’m not joking. Just hickeys everywhere and at the most random places or simply in plain sight. Once again he likes to define what is his, and he considers you his.

Matthew :

Water

Now this man has a kink he had for years, fucking in water.

Maybe it’s the risk of getting caught, feeling water all over the two of you, feeling the hot of your body and feeling how needy you are for him but he would be crazy.

Just innocently playing and a make out session would just start, and wrapping your legs against his torso feeling him hard and giving him a handjob. Just wanting to make him go crazy, he would definitely fucks you rough up in the open, moaning in your ear telling you how good of a job you were doing for him

Cute set up/ cat outfit

He is a weeb, was in little basement in Canada watching animes you can best believe that you throw on a little maid outfit or cat ears and he would go crazy

Like hello that’s his favorite things together. He would definitely come home one day and you would surprise him in a full set of lingerie + cat outfit with the ears and pop he has a boner. The next thing you know he is all over you, touching you, whispering in your ears, trailing against your skin... Seeing you like that is a huge turn on and he would go crazy with a blowjob and would definitely fucks you rough against a wall while you kept the outfit

Tae Rae

Praise kink

We know this man is a looser and would swoon upon hearing praises

He loves that you tell him he is doing good, making you feel good, he loves it all. He loves how needy you can get that and how you beg to fuck you. Give him a cringy nickname like sex god and he would loose his mind. The more you praise him the better the performance is.

You can’t even praise him in a daily life sometimes because you would tell him you are so good and the next thing you know is that he has a boner and need help

Angry sex

He is jealous and has anger issues.

It would be something casual just seeing you laugh with Matthew and he would instantly go crazy, pulling you up to the side straight to a random toilet and fucking you rough until you are begging and crying to come. Oh you think you can joke with another member ? You are his and his only.

Or just something making him mad during the day he would come home and just using you as a fucktoy.

Seeing him angry is rare but when it happens it’s always a sight

[wannaeatramyeon]

How about us Fucking Goo dumb? Yah know...like him panting and gasping for air while we do 'stuffs' to him, smiling at us when we praise him for being such a nice sub, begging for us to leave 'pretty' marks all over his body, the way he loves how we wipe off his smirk the moment we touch him, the way his fingers would twitch while we leave trails of our kisses from his neck down his navel, but never touching him where he wants always leaving him desperate making him whine out in discontent, after a lot of teasing and teasing him coming untouc- or maybe you can just ignore this.

Hey anon! Thanks for asking. You've got a VERY vivid imagination yourself. I need to keep an eye out for your Goo smut.

I'm likely not gonna be in the mood to try and write smut again for a while but I did enjoy writing Vin's NSFW hc so.

Goo Kim x Reader: NSFW hc

Lucky you, this guy has got range.

Fun and fast, making you laugh during sex as much as he makes you cum. Sweet and gentle, you clinging to each other as he tells you sweet nothings.

Rough dom, edging and degrading and commanding. Poor princess, are those tears? Well cry harder. Petulant sub, himself whining and begging and trying to hold back. Nothing like making that bastard cry for how mean he was the other night.

Goo really is a pure switch.

Can do anything from public quickies to love-making (surprise!), but it is completely mood dependent. And Goo Kim's moods are hard enough to get a grasp of, so it's luck of the draw what sort of ride you're getting.

Doesn't have a preference for them, but loves quickies if you throw in some orgasm denial for you too. You're fucked out of your mind, so so close to cumming when oops. Goo beats you to the punch.

He is not sorry, and there is nothing unpremeditated about it.

Don't worry, he'll make it up to you later. Guess you'll just have to walk around dripping and unsatisfied most of the day. Shame.

Surprisingly generous with giving oral. There is nothing quite like making you moan and squeal, especially at inopportune times.

Mad exhibitionist streaks when it's you on the line.

A hand palming between your legs under the table during dinner at a restaurant, fingers curious and reckless when he's driving. Has no qualms about getting on his knees, hitching your skirt up and going down on you in a quiet part of a library.

And really. The best way to shut up this blonde up is to put his mouth to good use. Especially if you sit on his face.

With casual fucks, he places his own needs above all else. Better luck next time if you want to be satisfied. Maybe he's the ultimate edger, more likely he's an asshole.

And unless he likes you, don't kiss him on the mouth. Who knows where everyone has been. Sure, he'll fuck you dumb but lip kisses are off-limits. Just... don't question the logic of this.

If you've wormed your way into his heart? His lips and tongue are exploring every inch of you.

Aftercare? Needs it for himself. You've stroked him, now stroke his hair and ego too - thank you. For you? Eh, depends how he feels about you.

Someone casual? Thanks! Bye! Cya! Even in the middle of night. Leaves you to gather your things and do your walk of shame as he takes a leisurely shower, humming and singing to himself.

If he likes you, then he will make an effort. Goo is pretty much always up for cuddles anyway and you are his princess, after all. He will take care of you.

Will never not find it funny at the end of a session to leave some cash on your bedside table, in your bra, or in your underwear.

[innomined]

Fanfiction One Piece...

In this fanfiction the Queen will lose weight

Characters: Kaido - Queen - King - Jack - Black Maria - Page One - Ulti - Sasaki - X Drake - Who's Who - Orochi - Komurasaki (Hiyori)

Protagonists: Queen - King

Relationship genre: Yaoi

Relationship: King x Queen - King x Kaido

WARNING Forbidden for children under 18 Chapters containing: Foul language - Rape - Sex - Violence - Murder - Drug abuse - Alcohol

WARNING: I'm not English, but I tried to translate my fanfiction as best as possible to give other people the chance to read it too. I know there will be mistakes and I apologize in advance. I hope you like the fanfiction I wrote and illustrated even though there are spelling errors.

ATTENTION! FOR A BETTER UNDERSTANDING, BEFORE READING THIS FANFICTION, PLEASE READ THE GRAMMAR RULES THAT I DECIDED TO ADOPT WHEN WRITING THE TEXT: - When the text is below (round brackets) it indicates: the third person description of what is happening. It can in fact describe: what a certain character is doing, feeling, hearing or seeing, but the description can also extend to the surrounding environment and the appearance of another character; - When the text is in «quotation marks» it indicates: the character's thoughts (not expressed verbally); - When the text is under {curly bracket} it indicates: either a memory, or a dream/nightmare or something that a certain character feels in their mind. For example, the name of a character that the character in question is thinking about may appear and their voice may be heard (example= Queen: What was it that idiot told me? (She put her hand on her chin trying to remember) {King: Be careful, there's a sleeping "Sea King" over there, if you wake him you could get into trouble} Ah! Now I remember!); - When the text is under [square brackets] it indicates: a specific characteristic to recognize one character from another (mainly used for secondary or unknown characters); - A character's dialogue is indicated without any grammatical checkmarks and the character who is speaking is indicated before the dialogue line (example = Queen: Hey! I'm talking to you!). As long as the character's name does not change, the dialogue line following the description in parentheses is always spoken by the same character (example: King: What do you want?! (His expression was so mean) Can't you see I'm doing something else!?); - The "H"s are used to emphasize the sound a character makes when he or she feels scared or surprised, the more "H"s there are, the more scared or surprised the character is at that moment (example = Queen: HHH!!! Oih! You scared me!); - CAPS are often used in dialogue to indicate that the character speaking has a loud voice or is shouting, but they are also often used to emphasize thoughts or facts in descriptions. LEGEND (AGE TARGET): 🟢: Chapter suitable for all age groups; 🟡: Chapter with violent or sexual content but still quite sober; 🔴: Chapter prohibited for minors under 18; ⚫: Chapter prohibited for minors under 18 containing images that could offend the sensibilities of an adult audience. That said, I wish you a good read 📖.

*Stay with me*

CHAPTER I

TARGET AGE: 🟢

Journey to a Dream, Grandorchestra

Uta's concert had ignited people's spirits, but above all, it had fueled the determination of most of the singers in the world. The most competitive singers began to organize concerts, talent shows and tournaments to see who was the best exhibitionist singer. Among the most famous performers present at Grandorchestra, the largest talent show for singers ever organized, there were Marina Napole, Gild Tesoro, Brook the "Soul King" and many others. Among the most popular participants there was also him, the scientist of the pirates of the Hundred Beasts, Queen the Plague, who had had many problems with the "registration and many troubles from his colleagues who forbade him to go and register due to the many work commitments that being one of the three Calamities in the service of Kaido entailed.

After the many insults in bad taste from King, Jack and all the Tobi Roppo, Queen had the idea of ​​challenging those damned words of shit... Nobody took him seriously when he said that he would become too popular if he lost weight

Queen: But it's my dream! I'm a singer! I want to have my chance too!

King: No, Queen! Life here in Wano is not a game! There are so many things to do and you wouldn't even make it into the top 20 judging by your looks! So there's no point in going to that damn talent show!

Queen: Why?! What's wrong with my appearance!?

King: (He sighed exhaustedly, putting a hand to his forehead) Jack, please, talk to him, I'm losing my patience

Jack: You're fat, brother... In those talent shows, unfortunately, they also look at whether you have a nice ass, muscles and boobs, if you're a woman... in short, having a sculpted body is fundamental... something that you don't have

Queen: HOW DARE YOU! I'm a very handsome man! Aren't you guys!? (He turned to the six smaller figures, the Tobi Roppo... confident he had their support)

Black Maria: OH-!? (She remained silent to contain her acidic response)

Sasaki: HUH!? (He was shocked and couldn't tell him the truth)

Page One: Well- Y-yes? Well (He didn't know what to answer since he knew Queen would be angry at his negative answer)

Who's Who: I wouldn't say so (He whispered under his breath)

X-Drake: ... (There was an awkward silence before a female voice broke the quiet)

Ulti: YOU ARE A BALL OF LARD! UGLY AND BALD!

Queen: WHAT THE HECK!?!?!?! (Her eye sockets shattered the lenses of her goggles as her mouth opened so wide that her jaw hit the floor)

King: See? You'll never amount to anything with that flab hanging around everywhere... Now forget it and get back to work... you'd only tarnish our good reputation.

Queen: I'll show you who isn't COOL!!! If I just lost weight and grew my hair I'd be even more handsome than all of you put together... Even you King

King: Phew! Dream on!

Jack: Sure, right! AH-AH-AH!!! Who are you trying to fool?! It would be a miracle if I lost just one kilo! Let alone hundreds!

Ulti - Page One - Black Maria - Sasaki - X-Drake - Who's Who: GAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!!!!

Queen: GRRRH!!!! «YOU DISGUSTING BASTARDS! We'll see who laughs last! I'll be so beautiful it'll take your breath away!»

Queen, driven by his big ego and the desire to shut those assholes up, wasted no time in asking Kaido for permission to go away for a few months to get back in shape and participate in Grandorchestra. To everyone's surprise, Kaido accepted Queen's request, was permissive towards him, letting him sign up and agreeing to the request to let him leave Wano for a few months

Kaido: Mh... If it's your dream, it's no problem for me, Queen, I will accept your request if after the conclusion of this talent show you return to your position, after all it's only a few months, right?

King: «What!?» (Smoke came out of his ears, not understanding why Kaido had given him permission)

Queen: (Her eyes lit up with approval) Yes, Kaido-sama! You can count on me! I'll be back better than ever!

Kaido: And please, at least try to get among the first... make us look good (He gave him a thumbs up, happy for the determination he was showing)

Queen: YESS!!! (She clenched her fists and raised them to the sky... tears of joy were flowing from her strange glasses. Afterwards, she bowed to Kaido and made a face at King who was looking at him murderously)

The next day he left with his ship reaching an island with a hellish climate... There were unbearable temperature changes: freezing cold, scorching heat, freezing wind and hail... It would have been torture to spend two whole months there under stress, but Queen had to show everyone how fascinating her appearance could become if she wanted... and then it was necessary to win at Grandorchestra, she couldn't return empty-handed, she had to at least come third if she didn't want to disappoint Kaido's expectations

Queen landed... the ship would be her home for the night, she would have to get food by herself defying the rules of that island... it would be difficult, but the results would come

The scientist had everything he needed in the cabin: vials for the skin, for hair care... the stretch marks would not appear and her blond hair would grow strong and shiny

Queen: «Here we are» (She looked at the terrible place and slowly walked down the flight of stairs of the ship to set foot on the dusty ground... Now all she had to do was start her training)

Two months later, the agile muscles of someone who had lived a life of survival were clearly visible on Queen's body... all the fat had vanished into thin air, leaving room for smooth and firm skin... the vials had helped, not even a single stretch mark had appeared on the luminous flesh and her hair was thick and soft, worthy of a woman cared for in every detail

The scientist looked at himself in the mirror and a dazzling smile formed as he observed his new sculpted body... he seemed at least 20 years younger than he was, no woman could now ever refuse a man like that and King, perhaps, would have felt that dirty envy)

Queen: Oih oih... my moustache doesn't look good with this new slim body anymore (She took the razor blade and carefully shaved off her long moustache) There you go... Grand orchestra, I'm coming! (She smiled wickedly and when she finished coloring her lips with her dark lipstick, she went on deck to lower the sails, it was time to leave that hell and show everyone the new Queen)

It didn't take long to reach the talent show location, he had left in the morning and by evening he had already arrived at the appointed place. Queen showed the registration and...

Counter Operator: Are you?

Queen: I'm Queen, also called "the Plague", I sent my application two months ago

Counter Operator: EEH!? Y-You're Queen?! (He checked the wanted poster but the man looked nothing like the photo)

Queen: Mmh... (He looked at the guy at the counter impatiently and meanly and then thought:) «Of course I've changed, but I haven't become unrecognizable» (Well, Queen didn't realize it, but in reality he was... He sighed) Here are your documents (He put the identification documents on the counter and then, impatient and tired from the journey, he entered the theater before the man could even say anything else to him)

Counter Operator: (He quickly read her ID and was paralyzed knowing it was indeed Queen "the Plague") It-it really is him! But how did he do it?!

Queen was then escorted to his room... the night passed and the next day everything was ready for the big event... and at the stroke of 9pm the stage lit up

Host: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT'S A PLEASURE TO HAVE YOU HERE TODAY! WELCOME TO THE FIRST INTERNATIONAL TALENT SHOW WITH SINGERS OF ALL KINDS COMPETING! (The theater was packed and the screams of the people echoed in the large room) THE ARTISTS ARE ALREADY FULL OF ADRENALINE! AND THEY CAN'T WAIT TO SING THEIR WONDERFUL SONGS TO YOU! BUT WHO WILL BE THE WINNER OF GRANDORCHESTRA?! WELL! FASTEN UP YOUR SEATBELTS BECAUSE NONE OF THE PARTICIPANTS INTEND TO GO HOME EMPTY-HANDED! THIS EVENING A NEW STAR WILL SHINE! LET THE SHOW BEGIN!!!

The show began and the artists performed one by one... There were exceptional singers, others terrible... but none had an enviable body like Queen's... time passed and now it was almost time for the turn of the Pirate Superstar of the Hundred Beasts and when the presenter called his name...

Host: AND NOW OPEN YOUR EYES PEOPLE! YOU ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS THE MAGNIFICENT... QUEEN "THE PLAGUE"!!!

Audience: YES!!!! (They were excited and eager to see the next artist)

Queen: «Okay, it's my moment» (He walked slowly towards the stage, covered from head to toe, he was hooded and covered by a large dark cloak... for the occasion and to give a surprise effect he had specially procured that item of clothing and it was fantastic to imagine what effect it would have on his colleagues when he took it off) «Now you'll see»

Meanwhile, in Onigashima, Kaido had given the order to everyone to watch the show projected by the snail cameras in the square, he had everything set up for his dear subordinate Queen... Many were full of energy and couldn't wait to hear their scientist

Queen's concerts had been missed in Wano and many pirates had been bored drinking without music at parties

The other two Calamities were next to the emperor, sitting listlessly on black thrones and from their looks they didn't seem very excited at the idea of ​​watching their colleague's performance, they knew it would be a flop. King, unlike Jack, had become so tense and nervous in those two months, he didn't want to admit it but the lack of Queen had made his days extremely boring and monotonous... He missed her a lot and the awareness of suffering was humiliating. Watching Queen through a screen, for King, could only make his situation worse

King: GH! Why do we have to watch this farce? That bastard will only make us look like shit

Kaido: Oh come on! Don't be so pessimistic, Queen may not be very pretty to look at, but he's very good at singing... I have good expectations

King: (He huffed and rolled his eyes as he rested his cheek on his knuckles)

Jack: Here he comes- huh? (He immediately noticed the large cloak covering Queen's entire body and couldn't help but wonder why he was dressed like that) But what did he put on?

King: He's still the same show-off, don't mind him- (A loud, enthusiastic laugh drowned out his words)

Kaido: WOH-ROH-ROH-ROH-ROH!!! GO QUEEN!!! (He was so happy to see Queen on stage, if his scientist would win at Grandorchestra, it was an important title to give to his crew)

The music began to ring in everyone's ears and before Queen could utter the first verse of her song, she flung her dark cloak aside to show off her beautiful new body... The audience was mesmerized for a moment and soon a roar of cheers came in response. In Onigashima the general reaction of the audience was not much different

Kaido: OHH!!!? (He froze for a moment, his face in disbelief... that was- QUEEN?! Well! He had to admit, she had done a masterful job with her body) WOH-ROH-ROH!!!! (He burst out laughing, clapping euphorically)

SCRISHHHH!!!

A crystal glass fell from a black leather-gloved hand... it was King's.

King: HHHHHH!!!! (His breath caught so much that he almost felt suffocated... It was the first time his eye sockets had popped out like that... It wasn't possible... Who the hell was that gorgeous man with the fabulous behind?!) W-WHAT-!?

Jack: EEEH!!!!?? (He rose from his throne staring at that gorgeous face projected on the white cloth... And to think that he wouldn't give him a cent... he couldn't believe it) OH WOW!!!

Tobi Roppo: EEEEEH!?! (They were all shocked and amazed by Queen's new beautiful appearance)

Queen: MUH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!!! (She laughed out loud, winking at the ladies in the audience in the theater before starting to dance and sing with that ringing, powerful voice that gave you goosebumps) Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom... (Her moves were so sensual now and that soft, voluminous hair was floating wildly, it seemed like it was dancing with him)

Queen continued to perform among the thousand colored lights that painted his body a thousand different colors, he was wild and the women in the front row were in the grip of hormones as they leaned towards him to touch him

Women: AAAH!!! QUEEN!!! MARRY ME!!!

Queen: Sorry... I can't... but I'll sing for you all... OH YEEAAH!!!

The audience roared in ecstasy, and for Queen, hearing all those people cheering her name made her heart explode with pride... it was so electrifying to be so popular... The praise was like a great drug and she always wanted more.

Queen: «OH YES! YES!!! It's me!!! I'm the best!» (He continued his song, letting himself be carried away by the vortex of those beautiful emotions... And finally he concluded with a flourish, doing a pirouette on himself and growling the last melodious word loudly) IS FUUUNK!!!!

Audience: YES!!!! (A thousand cheers echoed as roses, panties and bras began to fly from the stands)

Queen: OH!? (He blushed a little as he smirked grabbing one of the bras that had just landed on his head) IT'S HOT! MUH-AH-AH-AH! Thank you! I thank anyone who listened to me from afar... (He looked with an evil grin at the snail camera knowing that those who had made fun of him were intent on watching... He then waved and before he stepped off the stage) and... a kiss to all the ladies (He put his fingers to his lips and then blew a kiss that made every woman swoon)

King: GHH!! (His eyes turned murderous and his teeth nearly broke from how much pressure he was putting into clenching them) «But how is that possible?! How the hell did he do that?! No! It can't really be him! It's not!» (He stared at every person in front of him, everyone was cheering and exuding joy from every pore, was he the only one who was so damn upset and worried?

He stood up from his throne, his patience running out)

Kaido: Oih King? Aren't you staying to see the end? Queen has a good chance of taking home the victory

King: No (He stared at him darkly, not wanting to be left watching a stranger pretending to be Queen) I've seen enough (He turned his back and walked away)

Kaido: Oh!? (He shrugged and continued watching the talent show with the others)

When all the contestants finished their show, the prizes appeared on the stage.

Host: GOOD PEOPLE! WE HAVE FINALLY REACHED THE END OF THIS FANTASTIC EVENING! ALL THE ARTISTS PRESENTED THEIR BEST SINGLE AND EACH OF US VOTED! INSIDE THE ENVELOPE I HAVE IN MY HAND ARE THE NAMES OF THE FIRST THREE PLACED! BUT WHO WILL BE NUMBER ONE?! THE ONE WHO WILL TAKE HOME THE TITLE OF BEST SINGER IN THE WORLD?! WELL, IT'S TIME TO FIND OUT!!! THE WINNER OF GRANDORCHESTRA IS...

The drums rolled incessantly, but finally the announcer called the winner's name as a cascade of golden confetti fell and scattered everywhere.

Host: QUEEN "THE PLAGUE"!!!

Queen: OHH!!!? (His eyes lit up, confused, still couldn't believe it)

Gild Tesoro: What?! NO!!! That title was supposed to be mine!!! (He looked at Queen angrily... how was it possible that Kaido's scientist had surpassed him in the singing field!?)

Host: DON'T BE SHY, MR. QUEEN! COME UP AND COLLECT YOUR AWARD!

Queen: Ah-ah!!! (A crazy and amused expression appeared on his face as he realized that he had done it... He had won Grandorchestra! It was a dream come true!) MUH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!!! OOOHH YES!!!! YEEES!!! (He climbed the steps and then raised his arms to the sky triumphantly) I AM THE WINNER!!!! (He heard the people shouting his name as the thousand applauses filled the air with glory... Oh fuck! He was so full of adrenaline! Wonderful! He didn't expect that being so popular could be so great... The award ceremony staff gave him the flowers and the big golden trophy... Queen wasted no time and raised the big shiny award towards the snail chamber shouting full of euphoria) KAIDO-SAN!!! I DEDICATE THIS VICTORY TO US!!! TO OUR WHOLE CREW!!!

In Onigashima square a victorious roar rose from the audience, all the pirates cheered and shouted his name in a sign of esteem.

Kaido: WOH-ROH-ROH-ROH-ROH!! (He laughed out loud proud of his subordinate, he knew he wouldn't disappoint him... he raised the glass full of sake and before he could gulp it down, he shouted) TO OUR QUEEN!!!

All the pirates: FOR QUEEN!!! (They raised their glasses to the sky in a happy toast and then danced in celebration of the victory)

King: GH! (He turned towards the noise, sensing the enthusiasm of the pirates still in the square... had that "Queen" really won? He couldn't believe it) Oh my God (He put a hand to his forehead, sensing the discomfort that that victory would bring) And that was it! (He didn't want to face that situation and who knows how much confusion would be created when that bastard returned to Wano... But there was another thing that was troubling him: the mere thought that that might not be the real Queen, scared him... was it possible that only he had that damned doubt? How could that charming man be the ugly Queen he had known?)

If you are too impatient to wait for the other chapters here is the link where you can read the next chapters (But you have to translate them with "Google translator" since it is written in Italian)

I hope you enjoyed the fanfiction...

See you soon... Innomined ❤️

[firstofficerwiggles]

Thot weekend!!!!

So I have the Sith!Obiwan brainrot because of kooks ask and your reply to it so I have come asking for more

I just *know* he would want to mark his beloved in any way possible. Just seeing their neck and chest and thighs covered in the dark bruises he leaves

But he loves the marks they leave just as much... The scratches down his back or the bite on his shoulder for when it's just too good to resist

EEEEEEE!!! I love this thot because you just know he adores seeing the results of his loving. I think the exhibitionist in him gets a thrill in showing off his marks on your body so he’ll definitely leave some in places where everyone can see. I wonder how others might react to that…

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x female reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature 18+

It’s the start of a new day and you’re admiring your Sith lover’s handy work on your body as you prepare for the day. It helps that his bedroom has a dazzling three-sided mirror, all the better to see all the love bites and bruises he’s left on your thighs, your stomach, your breasts, and of course, your neck. It’s only been two weeks since you became his personal administrative officer, in essence, his secretary, and your body looks like a map of the galaxy, each spot a system that represents his desire for you.

There’s a particularly dark bruise high on your neck, near your right ear that you know won’t be covered by the collar of your uniform, meaning everyone will see the evidence of his affection for you. 

“I suppose I could try covering it with some concealer,” you’re murmuring to yourself when your Dark Sith Lord comes up behind you.

“What? And spoil the work of art I’ve gifted your skin? I won’t hear of it,” Obi-Wan drawls, his hand wrapping around your waist and yanking you back until you’re flush against his naked form. 

“You don’t mind that everyone will see it?” you inquire, curious to see what he thinks about your relationship being so on display as it were. Everyone already suspects you’re in his bed, but this would solidify those rumors.

“Do you really think I care what those gossipy fools might say?” He smirks at you through the mirror. “Besides, people always gossip about beautiful women and their handsome lovers.”

He kisses the back of your neck, working his way around to the side without any bruise.

“How about I give you a second one, right here?” His teeth nip at the spot just under your left ear lobe.

“Lord Kenobi,” you breathe out his name and title, pleadingly.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he states and then his mouth latches onto your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting at your tender skin until a new bruise has bloomed there.

“I guess there’s no hiding them both,” you comment, still breathless from his torment on your neck.

“That’s fucking right,” he replies as he drags you back to the bed for another round and likely more bruises before work.

Later, you’re in the breakroom at work, fixing yourself and Lord Kenobi cups of tea. You’re humming to yourself still in a world of bliss from your morning activities, when you hear snickering and whispering behind you.

“I mean c’mon are we supposed to ignore that she’s covered in hickeys,” you hear one person whisper, not softly enough.

“She’s such a slut, they’re probably not even from the same man,” the other person comments back, “I hear she’s been fucking both Vice Admiral Rampart and Lieutenant Commander Ardan.”

“Yeah, I heard she sucked off Admiral Tarkin backstage at last week’s awards presentations,” another voice chimes in.

“How else do you explain how quickly she rose in the ranks, hmm?” the first voice snidely comments again. 

Your mouth falls open in surprise and your cheeks burn with indignation. You whip around to see three other junior officers sipping caf and giggling their heads off at their rude accusations. When they see your face, one of them, Lieutenant George, smirks at you. You know her well as she’s always trying to kiss up and flirt with Lord Kenobi to absolutely no avail.

“Oh, hi,” she says with false friendliness, “You look like you’re having a lovely morning.”

“Much better than yours, I’m willing to bet,” you retort.

“Mmm, yes, I’d say so,” she replies, looking pointedly at your neck, “You certainly have the evidence to display for us. I wonder what your superior officer thinks of that.”

“Lord Kenobi is quite proud of them, after all he’s the one who put them there,” you tell her smugly.

“So you say,” she responds snidely, “But I seriously doubt a powerful man of such good taste like Lord Kenobi would dirty himself with the likes of you.”

“Well, we all know he isn’t fucking you,” you snap at her, “Your frigid ass looks like it hasn’t had a decent orgasm in forever.” 

“You whore,” she spits out the insult.

“You wish you were me,” you tell her, as you scoop up your cups of tea and spin on your heel to march out of there.

You storm back towards Lord Kenobi’s office, trying to compose yourself before you see him. You knew people were talking about you, but you had no idea they thought you were sleeping around the officer’s club. And seriously, Rampart, Ardan, and Tarkin? Your stomach turns just thinking about it. You’re still fuming when you enter Lord Kenobi’s office and he senses it immediately.

“Sweetheart? What’s the matter?” His voice is soft but with an edge to it, suggesting that he’ll find out the cause of your ire and make the person responsible regret it.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” you say, trying not to worry him with your petty office nonsense.

“Come here,” he tells you, motioning you to come closer.

When you’re standing right in front of him, he tugs you downward to sit in his lap. His fingers brush over your cheek and his golden eyes look deeply into yours.

“Tell me,” he says simply.

You try to look away for a moment but can’t tear your eyes from his, “It’s dumb, it’s just like you said, foolish people are gossiping about me.”

“And this has upset you? You don’t wish for people to know that you’re in my bed every night?” he asks.

“No, no, it isn’t that at all,” you rush to reassure him, “In fact, I was proud to tell them that it was you, but they didn’t believe me, they think I’m sleeping around with a bunch of other officers.”

“As if I would let anyone else touch you,” he scoffs at the idea, “And who was it that thinks this?”

“Lieutenant George, and Ensigns Wieners and Smith,” you answer him. 

Obi-Wan gets a twinkle in his eye, “I think I know just the way to solve this issue.”

He surges forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You’re caught off guard, but you return his kiss enthusiastically. His fingers begin tugging at your uniform, pulling it open rather frantically, fondling whatever he can reach. You do the same to him in return, his sudden energy spurring you on.

“That’s it, sweetheart, kiss my neck, leave your own marks, and muss up my hair too,” he instructs you, tugging your hand upward.

You do as he requests, your lips and teeth nipping at him, leaving stains of your lipstick along with your own bright bruises as you suck at his fair skin. He groans in response, a deep growling sound that you can feel in your core. It only encourages you to continue and you bite and suckle harder.

Meanwhile, his hand pushes your skirt up, his fingers hooking into your panties to explore your sensitive folds hidden underneath. You’re already wet with arousal for him and it thrills him to see how quickly he can turn you on. Two of his fingers push inside you, reaching up to brush that soft spongy spot that makes you cry out his name. Then he pulls out, spreading your wetness all over your clit before rubbing tight circles over it. 

You’re gasping for air as you cling to him, your passion for him already building so fast that you can feel yourself clenching around nothing. You can feel how hard he is against your hip. But just when he gets you right to the edge, he stops. You whimper as he takes his hand from you.

“You’re going to ride me, right here in my office, I want this entire place to reek with the scent of our sex,” he commands, unbuckling his trousers and pulling out his cock.

Quickly you yank your skirt up, but you’re not fast enough with your underwear, and before you know it Lord Kenobi has torn your panties right off and tossed them onto his desk. You straddle his hips with your knees and sink down onto him as he thrusts upward to meet you. You both groan in satisfaction as he sheathes himself deep inside you. 

This isn’t a time for soft, languid love making though. Instead you’re fucking him like your life depends on it, hard and fast. He’s growling at you like an animal, biting at your breasts through your clothing and gripping your ass so hard you’ll have new bruises there in the shape of his fingers. The two of you are racing towards your climaxes in record time. Holding your hips so that you grind against him, Obi-Wan ensures that you get there first, just seconds before he lets himself go, spilling deep inside you. 

Both your chests are heaving as you catch your breath. His hair is in tangles from your hands, lipstick is smeared across his normally pristine white collar, and there are two dark love bites on his neck, mirroring the ones he left on you earlier. You can only imagine that you look equally a mess. As you stand, you can feel his spend sliding down your thighs and with your panties ruined there’s nothing to stop it. You reach for them anyway, figuring you can use them to wipe up some of the mess, when his hand shoots out to stop you,

“Leave them,” he orders, “Go out just as you are and sit at your desk for now. I promise I’ll let you clean up in good time.”

As you’re exiting his office, a bit puzzled, you see him pick up his comm and call Lieutenant George.

“My office, immediately, Lieutenant. And bring Ensigns Wieners and Smith with you!”

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