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[sttoru]

outlaw!toji who initially kidnapped you for money, to rob you from your valuable belongings, eventually forms a strange attachment to you. he can’t help but feel a faint twinge of guilt for robbing a pretty and delicate little thing like you.

so, he decides to let you return to your beloved family in town. though he does not let you go completely.

every now and then when toji is passing by the town you reside in - avoiding sheriffs and other people whom could possibly recognise him from the wanted posters plastered on every wall - he looks for you.

of course, you freak out the first time he sneaked up on you. however slowly yet surely, you let your guard down. the outlaw didn’t harm you in any way after all.

“how ‘re ya doin’, princess?” toji would always greet you with that signature, cocky smirk of his, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest or his hands on his worn gun belt.

sometimes you reply quickly, but on other occasions you indulge him and continue the conversation. it’s often at night that he visits you, so you have less of a chance to get caught together.

you don’t know when or how toji found out where your family’s house is. he simply started showing up at your balcony once in a while, just to catch up. after a couple times, you even let him in.

those nightly visits swiftly turned into something more intimate. it feels so wrong yet so right. a dangerous criminal who’s killed hundreds, who had even kidnapped you one day, being invited into your bed— how scandalous.

though you can’t help it. his callused yet warm hands that touch your skin, his burly body that presses you into the mattress just right, his slightly chapped lips that nip at your flesh and leave marks. . . you don’t regret a thing.

especially when you’re both catching your breath after an intense encounter. toji’s muscular body, filled with countless of scars, blankets yours easily. his arms cradle you to his bare chest afterwards and all you can do is relax against him.

“i think i really hit the jackpot with ya, aye? may not have robbed ya of yer stuff that day, but i got ma prize money one way or ‘nother,” the rugged outlaw grins as he lights up a cigar and holds it between his lips.

you can’t even tell him off for smoking in your room. toji’s fingers massage your scalp so good to the point you’re putty in his hands. the scent of tobacco is also comforting. it’s one you associate with him, because he always smells like it. it’s always a combination of tobacco, nature, horses and gunpowder.

toji knows that he has to leave before anyone comes checking in on you, but he can’t leave you when you look so adorable, clinging onto him like a lifeline.

every time he visits, it’s the same exciting story.

when toji is in a more sentimental mood, he takes you out on a ride. he settles you on the back of his horse, speeding off into the sunset, letting you enjoy the view outside of town.

the beautiful freedom that comes with the life of an outlaw. the freedom of seeing nature in all its glory. you get to experience it all.

at times, when you’re out and about, he takes his chance and teaches you how to handle a gun. toji knows you’ve been spoiled rotten by your parents growing up, so you probably haven’t touched a gun a day in your life. that’s where he comes in.

“oi, watch out. yer gonna blow my fuckin’ face off, girl,” toji grunts with a faint chuckle as he notices your clumsy hand gestures while holding his revolver. it’s endearing, truly. he doesn’t yet understand why it warms his heart to see you try and shoot at the targets he set up.

what the outlaw loves more than that, is when you’re both resting against a large oak tree, with his head on your lap. especially after he gets back from a long and successful heist in a far away town.

toji often lets his cowboy hat cover his face while he naps and uses your thighs as the perfect, plush pillow. the gentle breeze only adds to the perfect moment.

when you take his stetson and put it on your head instead in a innocent gesture, he lazily opens one eye and raises a brow in amusement.

“oh? that yer way of telling me y’ want a ride?” toji teases before pinching your cheek. he loves seeing that flustered expression on your face when you’re once again reminded of the cowboy hat rule he taught you the other day.

toji never misses the opportunity, however. he sits up and leans back against the tree trunk, patting his thick thighs which he spreads lightly.

“hop on f’ me then, pretty. show me how good of a cowgirl y’ are, yeah?”

well, briefly said, it’s never a dull moment with outlaw!toji.

[writers-potion]

Let's Talk About Pacing Our Fight Scenes.

For Fast-Paced Parts:

Short words with single syllables. Immediately > at once/ endeavour > try/ indicate > point at/ investigate > check out.

Short sentences, the shorter the better.

Partial sentences to blaze through multiple senses and actions within a few lines.

Short paragraphs

Lots of verbs.

Few adjectives and adverbs.

Cut down on -ing form of verbs, as it can make words longer

Use simple past tense

Avoid conjunctions and link words.

Avoid internal thought - your characters are irrational, ruthless and in the flow of pure action.

For Slow-Paced Parts:

Use medium/long sentences

the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum

Include longer words with more syllables

Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.

Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.

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[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (46/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Who would've known that the mirror in Charles bedroom could be used for something different than selfies?

Warnings: 18+ (fingering, choking, mirror, praise, possessiveness), jealous!Charles, no plot, just smut

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: there we go. hope you're all hungry and thirsty. feedback is appreciated!

As if Charles didn't care about any rules and as if he didn't care what the whole of Monaco thought of him, he pulls you out of the club. You try to smile kindly at the bouncers, but as soon as you get to them, you're already gone.

His hand is firmly gripping yours, your fingers entwined, and he drags you across the street, thank God with no traffic. You try to follow as quickly as he is going so that he doesn't tear your arm off, but your heels make it almost impossible. 

“Charles!” you try to get his attention. ”I'm - wait for me! I can't run this fast in these shoes!”

Without showing much of a reaction or even stopping halfway, he turns to you and leans down a little. His arms wrap around the back of your thighs and before you can defend yourself, he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder – and then walks at the same pace as before towards the car. 

Stunned, you lightly hit his back. “Charles! You can't just—”

“Shut up,” he hisses, patting your bottom. “Do you want to wake up all of Monaco with your screaming?”

“I'm not screaming,“ you defend yourself and lean on his shoulder with your elbow, burying your chin in the palm of your hand. His grip on your legs is so tight that an attempt to free yourself would achieve nothing at all. „But I can walk by myself.”

Charles laughs briefly. „But you walk too slowly.” 

“I walk normally, thank you very much.”

“You walk too slowly for me, mon amour,” he says calmly, turning his head slightly to the side and kissing your dress-covered butt. “And I want you home as soon as possible.” When you arrive at the car, he literally pushes you inside before bending down and reaching over you to buckle you in. His hand gently brushes over your chest as he tightens the belt. ”So now be a good girl and let's go home.”

As soon as he has taken his place in the driver's seat and started driving, he reaches for your hand and interlocks your fingers again. Warmth spreads in your stomach and shoots up to the tips of your hair as he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles tenderly. Fleetingly, but a little more than a breath. Goosebumps spread over your body. 

With the speed Charles is showing, he has certainly committed three traffic offenses, but you are in the underground car park of your building within five minutes. The car comes to a stop and before you can put your hand on the door, let alone get out, the Monegasque opens your car door and reaches for your hand again. This time he pulls you – a little more carefully than just a moment ago – towards the elevator and when you glance back, you see that he is not parking the car in its designated parking space, but simply in the way. As if Charles couldn't wait to have you upstairs in the apartment. 

In the elevator, he lets go of you and leans his back against the wall while you face him. His gaze is like that of a hungry animal, his eyes flickering from your face down your body, while his hands clutch the railing behind him as if it were the last straw. You lick your lips once and Charles throws back his head with a groan. “Stop it.”

You look at him, confused. ”What?”

The glow in his eyes darkens. “You know exactly what.” He pushes himself away from the wall and stands in front of you, one hand curling around your waist while the other finds its place next to your head, supporting him. Charles leans down a bit towards you, his warm breath caressing your face. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” 

The elevator door opens and he grabs your hand again, practically dragging you to his bedroom, where you stop in front of the mirror. His hand finds its place on a waist again as he positions himself behind you and pulls you close. 

“You drive me crazy,” he repeats in a deep voice and touches your naked shoulder with his lips. Less than a kiss, more than a breath. „This dress.“ Your eyes meet in the mirror and his look takes your breath away. „This woman.“ His other hand slides up your front until it gently wraps around your throat. ”My woman.”

Without hesitation, he pulls you backwards. He sits down on the edge of the new bed, placing his feet next to each other, and looks up at you. As you turn to face him, he holds you in place with his hands, leaving you no choice but to look at him through the mirror.

„Sit“, he orders, leaving no room for discussion as his hands grab the flesh of your hips, pulling you down onto his lap, your face next to his. His fingers move lower, grasping the seam of your dress before pulling it up slightly, revealing your legs. „Open.“

You try to turn your head to face him, but his unoccupied hand firmly encloses around your chin, forcing you to look forward. „Nuh-uh“, he says. „You don’t get to look at me after that stunt you pulled.“ 

You raise your eyebrows, not knowing what he means. „I – what stunt?“

Charles chuckles darkly. „You know what stunt.“ His warm fingers slide up your bare legs, before resting on your knees. „The way you flirted with Martin. How you bashed your eyelashes at him.“

„No“, you whisper. „I didn’t. I –"

The Monegasque interrupts you. „How you called me your best friend.“

Your eyes widen. „Because you are“, you try to explain yourself. „And you called me –„

His hand pushes between your knees and spreads your legs over his, hooking over his thighs, your dress bunching up even more. His fingers dance on the soft skin of your inner thighs as he shuffles his feet over the floor, spreading you even more for him. 

His gaze in the mirror is dark and dangerous and oh so hot. „You’re not going out with him“, he murmers in your ear. 

You take a deep breath, trying to focus on answering him. But with his hand on your skin and his breath on your neck it becomes really hard to concentrate. „I – I didn’t plan to“, you stumble over your words. 

Why would you ever go out with someone who’s not Charles?

„Good“, your best friend whispers and presses an open-mouth kiss to your jaw. „Because nobody gets to see you like this. Nobody gets to hold you like this.“ His fingers trail further up between your legs until they disappear under your dress and ghost along your panties. „And nobody – and I mean nobody – gets to hear your pretty moans except for me.“ His pointer finger hooks under the seam of your underwear, but doesn’t do anything expect for grazing your skin beneath it. „Understood?“

You moan softly at his touch. „Charles, please“, you beg quietly, but he’s not having it. 

He pulls his finger away and cups your pussy with his hand, the rough palm rubbing deliciously against your clothed clit. You try to close your legs at the friction, but his knees keep you spread out for him. „I need an answer, mon amour“, he whispers against your neck. „Nobody gets to touch you. Nobody gets to feel you like I do. Do you understand me?“ His hand slowly moves away from your pussy and you whine at the loss of contact, but when his pointer finger returns and starts to trace the shape of your pussy, you moan loudly. 

„Understood“, you breathe. „I understand. Just – please, Charles“, you plead, even though you don’t know what you really want. 

Do you want him as your boyfriend? Do you want him as your partner in life? Your husband? Your best friend? Your roomate? 

It doesn’t really matter, because when you look at him through the mirror and your eyes meet, a wicked grin spreads on his face and you couldn’t care less about what label the both of you have. You just want him. And God, you want him bad. 

„Good girl“, he whispers, his hand sliding up a few centimeters, but only to glide beneath the seam of your panties to languidly draw circles on your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat at his touch, fire soaring through your veins as heat starts to pool in your belly. 

„Charles“, you moan again, your hands gripping his arms and nails digging into his forearms. You shift in his lap, feeling his hardness beneath your ass. 

Your best friend lets out a small groan. ��I’m here, mon amour. Right where I need to be.“

His finger starts to move faster against your bundle of nerves, making you feel fuzzy and shaky as he plays with your body like you’re his favorite instrument. Small and fast circles switch to languid and slow strokes to two fingers slipping between your lips to collect the wetness before returning to your clit, making his movements smoother and softer. 

His lips find their place on your neck as you lean your head back agsinst his shoulder, gently kissing and nibbling your skin, teeth grazing along your pulse as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. His warmth engulfes you like fire, setting of white lightning as you come for him, pulsing around nothing and breathing heavily. You try to collect your thoughs as you come down from your high and Charles fingers keep drawing little circles to help you through it. 

He kisses your shoulder. „My perfect girl“, he purrs and locks his gaze with yours in the mirror. „Do you trust me?“

Yes, Charles. Whatever you say. I love you. 

You nod slowly, your head still dizzy from your orgasm. „Yes, Charles. I trust you.“

With my life. 

„Good“, he smiles into the mirror, his hand tenderly caressing your pussy. His face is flushed, cheeks red and eyes glazed as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. One of his fingers slips between your folds. „Take a deep breath for me, mon amour“, he orders warmly and when you do as he says, he glides the tip of his finger into you. His gaze is fixed on your face in the mirror, watching your every reaction as he pushes it further into you, to the first and then the second knuckle. When your eyes meet again, he smiles at you. „Doing so good for me“, he whispers and kisses your neck again. „How are you feeling?“

You lick your lips and nod slightly. „I – I think I’m okay.“ Your voice is a bit shaky, but the sparkle in your eyes tells him to keep going. 

He gently sucks the skin of your neck as he draws his finger back and forth, creating a bit of friction. „Do you want to stop?“, he asks with a gravelly voice. Apparently this affects him as much as it affects you. 

You shake your head immediately. „No. I just – more, please.“

„Okay“, he breathes and withdraws his finger from your pussy, leaving you feel empty. He spreads your juices over your pussy, wetting your skin to make his touch more enjoyable, before sliding two fingers inside your hole. His other arm wraps around your middle as you squirm on his lap, trailing up to grab your clothed breast as he works his fingers inside of you at a slow, torturing pace. 

The feeling of him is insane and you desperately wish that it wasn’t his fingers filling you up, but his cock. But with how your heart is pounding and your blood is buzzing, you can’t even form a single train of thought.

„My good girl“, he rasps as you buck your hips towards his hand, needing more friction and wanting more of him. 

When he curls his fingers inside you and hit that sweet spot, you throw your head back on his shoulder, eyes closing as you moan shamelessly. 

„Absolutely not“, he says and the hand, that was on your breast a second ago, grips your chin and tilts your head forward, forcing you to view the both of you in the mirror. „Look at me, or I’ll stop touching you“, he warns you, his palm rubbing against your clit as he slowly slides his fingers in and out of you. „Watch yourself in the mirror when I fuck you with my fingers.“ 

You do as he says, watching his movements beneath your dress with your mouth open and as a reward, he bites your neck, carefully as not to break your skin with his teeth. When you close your eyes to relish in the intoxicating feeling, he licks over the indents he left on your body. 

„Eyes on me, mon amour“, he reminds you and curls his fingers even more, coaxing a reaction out of you as you try to shut your legs, but his own keep you perfectly open for him to use and play you however he wants and desires. 

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you moan his name. „Charles.“

„I know, mon amour. I know“, he pants, barely holding himself back with how your ass moves against his cock in his pants, wedged between your cheeks. His own hips buck up against you while his hand on your chin wanders lower, resting against your throat. Your blood pulses beneath his fingertips and you open your mouth to say something, when Charles hand moves on his own. 

He carefully starts to tighten his hold on the column of your throat, always watching your reaction in the mirror in case he goes to far. But when he sees the fucked out look on your face, a drop of sweat gliding down from your neck to your chest and feels your cunt clencing around his fingers, his eyes darken even further. 

With pupils blown wide until there’s no much green left, he grins into the mirror. „Look at that“, he murmurs. „Who would’ve thought my perfect girl likes to be choked, huh?“ His fingers tighten a bit further around your throat, blood rushing to your ears as you get lost in the feeling of him. Your skin prickles as you ride his fingers, pleasure shooting through your body like tidal waves crashing down on you. 

„Fuck fuck fuck fuck“, you moan as Charles licks up your neck, biting down as pleasure consumes you. 

„There you are“, he breathes hot against your skin. „I’m the only one who makes you feel like this. I’m the only one who gets to feel your pussy clenching. I’m the only one who gets to know how you moan“, he reminds you as his fingers start to move harder against the sensitive spot inside you, prolonging the rippling trails of fire in your veins as you soak his fingers in your juices. „My girl, only mine“, he moans as he presses you on his cock, hips moving against you, searching for his own release.

„Only yours“, you cry out, eyes locked and mouth gaping. „Only yours, Charles.“

 „Good“, he smiles and kisses your shoulder as you go limp in his arms, muscles sore from the two orgasms he gave you in the span of – you don’t know and you don’t care. He gently withdraws his fingers from your pussy, but stops to caress your slightly swollen lips with his wet fingers. Your legs twitch as he touches your clit from overstimulation, and he immediately apologizes. „Sorry, love.“

„I’m perfectly fine“, you smile and dare to lean your head back against his shoulder as he lazily massages you. You close your eyes and hum sleepily. 

He chuckles. „You did so well for me“, he murmurs against your bare skin before pressing a kiss to the red mark his teeth left behind. „My favorite girl.“ His fingers softly slide up and down your slit, caressing you without a dirty thought behind it, just trying to help you relax even further. 

You turn your head and nuzzle your face in his neck, lips grazing his pulse. You can feel his cock twitch beneath your butt as you kiss the column of his throat. „Sorry“, you apologize.

„I’m good“, he breathes, his hand on your throat slowly sliding down and wrapping around your middle, holding you impossibly close to him, before looking down at you. „You promise you’re okay? Did I hurt you in any way?“

You shake your head. „You were absolutely perfect“, you sigh. „Thank you.“

„For what?“, he asks puzzled and kisses your forehead. 

Heat rises to your face. „I – I don’t know“, you stutter and hide your face in his neck again. 

Charles chuckles once more. „Did you really thank me for making you come?“ 

„Maybe.“

„Oh, mon amour“, he smiles and places his finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up so you have to look at him. „You don’t have to thank me for that. I have to thank you.“

Now it’s your turn to look irritated. „What? Why you?“

He kisses the tip of your nose. „Because I got to see you come two times and now I know how to touch you to make you fall apart for me.“ He withdraws his hand from the spot between your legs, before gently pushing you off of him and down on the bed. „Scoot up, princess.“

You feel his gaze on you as you slowly push yourself up to lay down properly, your dress bunching somewhere on your ass as you sigh contently. „Time for bed?“, you ask him and look at him. 

He stands in front of the bed, eyes dark and fixated on your body as he lifts his fingers, that were inside your heat a few minutes ago, to his mouth. His tongue darts out, licking along his fingertips seductively and tasting your juices. Your eyes widen at the lewd action, wanting to say something but with the way he licks his digits clean, your mouth goes dry. 

When he’s done, he kneels down at the foot of the bed. His hands find your naked calfes and tenderly massage them, before wandering up your legs. Goosebumps spread on your skin where he touches you and when his hands reach the hem of your dress, he slides them even further up. 

„Do you trust me?“, he asks, voice sinfully low and deep and raspy and you melt at his every word, every action, every breath he takes. 

„Yes“, you breathe needy and desperately. „I trust you.“

A wicked smile spreads over his face. „Good. Sit up and lift your arms for me.“ Without hesitation you do as he says and stay as still as possible as he pulls your beautiful dress over your head, leaving you almost naked on the bed he bought fort he both of you. His eyes stay on your face, even though it must be torture for him to have your bare skin on display and not wanting to make you uncomfortable with him staring. 

You take a deep breath and lie back down. „I’m okay“, you reassure him, even though he didn’t voice his concern for your comfort. 

He dares to take a look at your chest before licking his lips, wetting his mouth like a man who sits in front of his favorite meal. „Now lift your hips for me, mon amour“, he replies and hooks his fingers under the seam of your panties and when you comply, he slowly drags your underwear down your legs before throwing them in the corner of the room, leaving you completely bare and at his mercy. 

In one swift motion he positions himself between your legs, warm hands caressing your thighs and when he looks down at your pussy, you involuntarily push your thighs together. 

His fingers tap against your skin, coaxing you open as he lies down, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. „Don’t you dare close your legs, mon amour“, he warns you as his thumbs find their way to your lips, spreading you open for him. „Don’t deny me my new favorite meal“, he whispers one last time – before delving his tongue in your heat like a man starved. 

[boypied]

THE BOY IS MINE

pairings: anthony bridgerton x male reader

summary: you pull anthony away from kate and edwina to speak to him about an important private matter, one thing led to another and his cock was buried in your ass.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: smut, anal sex, rough fucking, raw sex, public fucking, ass eating (r!receiving).

"L-Lord Bridgerton" you call out to him as you run over your to him as you see him fall in the large body of water, causing a huge splash, your eyes to meet with Edwina's and Kates as your cause for concern could be viewed as over the top. Your eyes follow Anthony as he climbs out of the water. You softly nibble at your bottom lip as his wet shirt clings to his body, revealing his hairy chest. "Y-Your mother needs to have a word with you," I say to him softly while giving him a certain look, his eyes glinting, and a small smirk appears on his face as he gently rubs his smooth chin. You try to avoid looking directly at his see-through shirt cause you know that it would send you over the edge right away.

He clears his throat quickly, "uhm.. Excuse me, ladies." he says in a soft tone to them as you lead the way into the forest along the muddy path. Anthony follows along after you, and he turns his head to look behind him, making sure no one is around. Anthony grips your shoulders and forces you off the main path and up against a tree where he presses his soft lips against yours. You gasp out in between the kisses, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, giving you the utmost pleasureful kiss you've ever experienced. Your hands trail down his wet shirt, feeling his hard body beneath it, your hands slide off his body, and down against your crotch.

You gently bite Anthony's lip, pulling on it, causing him to let out a breathy moan. You unbuckle your belt, slide it off, and let your trousers drop down around your ankles. You pull down your pristine white underwear down against your knees without breaking the kiss at all. Anthony flips you around, breaking the kiss pushing you against the tree. He leans down on his knees, causing mud to coat his smart and wet trousers. He spreads your cheeks, exposing your asshole to him, "it's been a while...I've missed you." He says seductively as he presses his face between your cheeks, his tongue sliding into your hole, past the tightight muscle ring.

You bite down on your lip to hold back your moans, incase any carriage comes by and hears the loud moans of a male and decides to come investigate. Anthony's tongue has never felt so good inside of you, you missed the way his tongue use to dip inside of you on the regular but the moment he got thrusted into finding a wife he couldn't meet as often as you'd both like. His tongue curls up inside you, sliding out of your tight pucker, he pulls away and gently pushes a finger in curling it around feeling the ways your walls clamp around his index finger.

Anthony stands up, he pulls down his trousers just enough to get his cock out. His thick uncut cock, Anthony gently pushes it against your slick wet hole he pushes it inside causing you to gasp out. Your hole ever so slightly opens up for him the more he pushes himself inside you, your body pressed against the tree and you feel his wet shirt pressed against your back as he whispers dirty little things in your ear "taking me so well" he coos in your ear. Your hand slides down to wrap around your cock as you start jerking it off matching the rhythm of Anthony's thrusts.

Anthony speeds up his thrusts knowing he needs to make this quick incase people begin to question why he's been gone for so long. You speed up your hand movements around your cock matching Anthony's piston like thrusts as you climax all over your hand and tree, as you climax your asshole tightens around Anthony's thick member gripping onto him, milking him for an inch of his life. Anthony fucks into you harder and harder until he pulls out and immediately shoots his load all over your ass, he presses his head against the back of yours "f-fuck" he mumbles out in a soft tone.

Once his cock begins to soften up he pulls his underwear and trousers back up, he gently places a kiss on your cheek. "Meet me again in the garden at twelve am?" You smirk and nod your head as you manage to wipe up all his cum he shot all over your ass, licking your fingers clean. "See you then Mr Bridgerton" you whisper to him as you both walk back onto the pathway and go your separate ways. He goes back towards the crowd and you go deeper into the woods and closer to the Bridgerton Manor where you work.

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[loveforeren]

My friend requested race car driver Miguel. I found it intriguing so here yall go. Also, imma just do RCD!Miguel because I'm lazy. Feel free to request stuff. I have rules when it comes to writing js go and look at my masterlist for the rules.

RCD!Miguel swears he can't win a race if he doesn't eat you out the day of each race.

"Cariño, you know what I need to do to win," he exclaimed as he ran has hands over your waist.

"It's not a need Miguel. You just want to." You replied.

"No...I need to. It's my good luck ritual~" He grinned.

"Good luck ritual?" You rolled your eyes.

"Please~ Baby I need to." He whined.

RCD!Miguel keeps on insisting that you should give him head in the car as he drives.

"Mami, come on~! We'll be fine!" He'd whined.

"No. Absolutely not Miguel." You'd say sternly.

RCD!Miguel will be getting ready for a race, and spot you in the crown jumping up and down screaming his name. His eyes zero in on your chest. He'll waltz over to you and pull you into a feverish kiss leaving a hard smack to your ass as he goes to finish preparing to race.

RCD!Miguel has you in the car with him in some race. He'll claim your his little cheerleader.

"Seat belt on, baby. Sit back and relax nothing is going to happen. I'm the best racer on this track." He grins as his hand rested on your thigh.

RCD!Miguel always has to celebrate a win by being burrowed deep in your pussy. (Usually in the backseat of his car.)

"I told you, Mami. Your pussy gives me everything I need to win." He purred as his hips snapped into you.

Your body jolted back, your nails penetrate his back.

"Miguel, s-slow down" you slurred out.

His hands were on your hips as he pushed himself deep within your walls. That euphoric and enrapturing feeling washed over your body. His thrust stayed hard and deep as he continued to fuck you through your high.

RCD!Miguel always makes sure to spoil you every time he wins a race. He'll buy you anything your heart desires.

RCD!Miguel makes sure to boast about his amazing girlfriend whenever he has a interview.

"I couldn't do any of this without my amazing girlfriend" he exclaimed.

RCD!Miguel doesn't know what TMI means. People will ask him what he does the hours before a race. Some expect him to say practice or relax but he says the most unexpected thing.

"My face is buried between my lovely girlfriend legs until I have to go to the track." He'll say with a grin.

His grin will only spread when he hears your voice echo his name. Your glare shooting daggers into him.

RCD!Miguel likes to scare you when he's on the track with you in the car. If it's a practice of him just getting to know a track. He'll intentionally speed up and do tricks. His laugh will echo through the car as you scream. He was going to own you big time.

RCD!Miguel will beg you to allow him to teach you how to drive on the track.

Allllll done 🙏🏾 isn't RCD!Miguel just so fineeeeeeee.

@kaisavampiree here 🫶🏾 I'll write an actual in-depth one when I have time.

[empresskylo]

     ‎｡･ﾟﾟ･ könig x afab!reader‎

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könig teases you when you finally confess to him you’re a virgin.

at first, he doesn’t think he’s going to treat you any differently after learning this. But he quickly learns he gets off on teasing you. 

you’ll be kissing and climbing on top of him, getting more and more needy. he’ll let his fingers run through your hair and you mewl at the sensation.

and when you finally grind your hips down on him, begging for more, clawing at his belt, he’ll push you back against the mattress. “don’t think you’re ready, sweetheart.”

you’ll whine and whimper, telling him you are ready. he clicks his tongue. “mmm, is that so?”

you’ll nod furiously. and könig will put you out of your misery somewhat by shoving his hand into your panties and massaging your clit. he’ll tease one finger into your tight entrance, then pull back.

you’ll whine at the loss. “please,” you’ll beg. 

he shakes his head. “patience, mein schätzchen.“

he’ll get you off that night, but only with his fingers on your clit.

and then another night, you’re pawing at his pants again and he finally lets you see his cock. your eyes go wide as you stare at him, not expecting him to be quite this big. 

“thought you were ready?” he’ll tease. 

and he’ll stroke his cock a few times while you watch before telling you to open your mouth. 

you’ll try to keep a straight face but in reality you’re freaking out a little bit. you oblige and he edges his cock inside your mouth for you to take. 

you’re quick to realize it’s not going to all fit and your hands wrap around the base to stop him from pushing it in further. you gag around him and he’s just barely able to stop himself.

then he watches as you take your time working him. you’ll bob your head up and down, taking as much of him as you can, your hands wrapped tightly around the rest. 

he groans in the back of his throat and honestly, he’s surprised how fast he gets there. he’s already about to bust and you’re just innocently taking him in and out of your mouth, looking up at him with teary eyes, trying to do the best you can when your mouth is stretched to the limit.

he warns you, “i’m gonna—-fuck—-cum, libeling. ungh”

you refuse to take him out, instead you just pick up speed until he’s shooting ropes down your throat. you close your eyes, focusing on not gagging as his hips thrust into you slightly while he finishes.

when he pulls out you gasp and catch your breath. he looks at you with little heart eyes but also a bit of mischief. 

you look up at him through your eyelashes, silently begging for him. 

“mmm, want something?”

you nod and he chuckles. “want me inside you?” 

of course he’s not gonna give you what you want. he scoots you back on his bed and tells you to take your pants off. you willing oblige. when you go to slid your panties down he stops you.

you pout and he clicks his tongue at your insolence. “don’t worry, m’not punishing you.” his fingers brush against your clothed clit before hooking his fingers and pulling them off himself.

then he kissed you between your legs, making you gasp and fall back on the bed. this isn’t exactly what you wanted, but you’ll take it.

he holds your legs apart and pushes on your stomach to keep you from arching off the bed as he works. 

he hums against you, his tongue darting in and out of you. “tight even ‘round my tongue, liebling. and you think you can take my cock?” he muses.

before you can complain his mouth is locked back on you again, the obscene slurping sounds and your whimpers the only thing filling the small room. 

you try to stop him before you finish, you want to feel him inside you when you do so fucking badly. 

but he holds you off, forcing you to come on his tongue. 

you’re a panting mess on his bed as he climbs up over you. he grins wickedly, his mouth glistening with you. 

you arch your back up into him, grinding your hips slightly, hoping he’ll take you now that you’re loosened up for him.

he chuckles. “think you can take me now, do ya?” 

“y-yes.”

he laughs through his nose, his finger finding your entrance without warning and pushes in. you clench around his finger and whine loudly. “y’can barely take my finger, meine liebe.”

you frown, “p-please,” you beg as he thrusts his finger into you in one, hard push. 

you grip the bedsheets. maybe he’s right. you’re already feeling fully stuffed and he only has one single digit in you. 

könig starts to feel a little guilty. but only a little. 

“maybe we can practice, tonight,” he compromises.

“okay,” you say a bit eagerly. 

his finger slides out from you and he begins pumping his already hard cock again. 

you sit up on your elbows and watch in marvel as he strokes himself, using your arousal as lube. 

he bullies himself fully between your legs and you fall back. “ready?” he asks.

you nod furiously, grabbing his biceps and waiting.

he nudges the head of his cock against you and your legs instinctively clench, pressing against his side.

he groans as he pushes ever so slightly in. you whimper, already feeling like this might be too much. he doesn’t even get the head of his cock fully in before he stops. 

“rub your clit for me,” he commands. 

you do as he says and he watches you intently.

he massages your tits, one hand on his dick, keeping it nudged inside you. you groan as you work yourself, a bit shy, but too overwhelmed to stop.

“com’on,” he encourages. 

it doesn’t take long for you to orgasm again. you clench around mostly nothing, only the very edge of him inside your cunt. 

but it’s enough. you clamping down on what little he’s giving you is enough to have his fist tightening in your hair and fisting the bedsheets beside your head. 

he comes, grunting and groaning as your eyes roll back. “fuck,” he cries. 

he shoots what he has left to give inside you, making a mess of you. 

you mewl and whine from the aftershocks, feeling his come seep down you and into the bed. 

he looks between your legs as he pulls himself out. he guides his cock against you, making more of a mess, dragging his come up to your sensitive clit, making you moan, then pushing it back into your cunt. 

when he’s done playing he pulls back and looks down at you. 

“that enough for you, princess?” he asks.

you shake your head, still wanting him to fully fuck you.

he laughs and clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” 

and he can’t say you’re nothing if not persistent. you are always trying to initiate sex, and every time, könig finds another way to tease you, not fully giving you what you want. 

[grilledcheeseandtomato]

i can't stop thinking about giving dean head...

sitting him down after he's had a long day, knees spread as far as they can go, still in a white dress shirt and trousers, not even bothering to take them off, just unbuckling his belt, pulling his zipper down, and pulling his cock out from his boxers

placing a hand around him, very softly, while looking up into his lust-blown green eyes, his head tilting back the second there's movement, a long drawn-out groan ripping its way through his throat

kissing the head of his cock, licking him lightly, as he whimpers so pathetically, and then diving straight down, taking all of him as he gasps out curses

taking him deep and swallowing around him as he gets louder, his hand shooting down, gripping and guiding, speeding up until he cums, maybe the fastest he's ever, because it just feels so fucking good

climbing up onto his lap while he's still panting, kissing him messily, as his cock starts to harden again, pulling away with a giggle, as he sighs and says, "how did i get so lucky?"

<3

[jjsbaby]

rafe wouldn’t say he’s a jealous person. cause he’s not! he’s protective maybe but jealous is a stretch. but still. here he is staring at you while you chat up some pogue.

rafe sees the guy place a hand on your waist and that’s when he loses it. he completely forgets about whatever the fuck topper is talking to him about and storms over to you.

“hi rafey!” you greet him, genuinely clueless about what’s going on. “i missed you!” you look up towards him, seeing him shooting daggers at the poor boy who made the mistake of flirting with you. “get your fucking hands off her and maybe i’ll pay you five bucks to clean the room when im done with her.”

you look at him for a moment, shock etched across your features. “rafe?” he looks down at you, a dark look in his eyes as he puts his hands on your waist. “can’t just let anyone touch you, ya know? what’re people gonna think hm?” he grabs your chin and pulls you into his space, making eye contact while his lips hover above yours. it’s not a violent movement in itself, but it is intoxicating.

he leads you up the stairs, a tight grip on your waist as he parades you around. “gonna have to show everyone who you belong to, babe. can’t have any of these idiots thinking that they have a chance.” he growls into your ear, leading you into a bathroom and caging you against the sink.

as soon as the door shuts, his mouth is on you. practically devouring everything he can while his grip only tightens. you lean over to lock the door but before you have the opportunity, he grabs your hand and holds it behind you. “nah, leave it unlocked.” he says before turning you around and pushing your back down against the sink counter. you’re watching him in the mirror as he slaps your ass as he pulls your dress up.

“you always get this wet with me baby?” he asks cockily, knowing the answer. you whine as you feel him trail a finger down your slit over your underwear. he leans down as he pulls them down your legs, letting his breath run over your pussy. you shiver slightly before you feel him spit on it. “fuck rafe.” you jump slightly, your legs twitching with anticipation. “what? you don’t like it?” he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as you can hear his belt hit the ground.

you feel him thrust into you with no warning and you whine, your chest dropping to the counter as you push back to meet his thrusts. he speeds up and you throw your head back in a moan. “this is what that dirty pogue could never do. i-i’m the only one that can slut you out like this.” he grunts, some of the words fading out as he fucks into you.

“god rafe, yes! you’re the only one ever!” you can see his smirk in the mirror as he grabs onto your hips and pulls you into him, making him go deeper everytime. “let everyone hear then. tell them all how good daddy fucks you.” he groans out, feeling you tighten around him as he speaks. “rafe-fuck. daddy! ‘m gonna cum please please.” you moan as you try and make eye contact with him through the mirror.

he can feel you tightening around him as you get closer and he picks up the pace. he begins circling your clit, leaning down to speak in your ear. “cum for me. show me how good i fuck you.” he growls before straightening back up. he continues for a moment before your release comes. you scream out his name, louder than the music outside and that’s enough for him.

rafe pumps into you a couple of times before his release hits him too. he finishes inside of you, allowing his cum to coat your walls. he leans down and leaves a chaste kiss on your shoulder, signaling that he’s done as he leans down and helps you put your underwear back on. “don’t lose any.” he says when you stand all the way back up. he turns you towards him and kisses you for a moment, holding your throat to keep you in place.

[urfavleo777]

Warnings: SMUT18+, high sex, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, strong language.

A successful concert was the perfect reason to plonk down on the couch and smoke a joint. That was the first thing Joost did when he opened the door to his living room, holding you continuously in his arms. He gently placed you on the soft cushions, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he settled beside you, taking a slow drag from the joint between his fingers. The first tendrils of smoke curled between you, filling the air with a musky, herbal scent.

“I can feel you lookin at me, y’know,” you giggled with eyes closed, a sweet moan escaped your lips as he sat you on his lap, not shying away from the physical contact.

“Can you blame me?” He asked softly, his breath warm on your skin as his lips ghosted over your shoulder. “I was up there on stage, and all I could think about was you.” He took another deep inhale, the smoke settling in his lungs before he exhaled it slowly, the plume of grey fog swirling and dancing around you. “God, I needed that,” he sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he slouched back against the couch. His head turned to face you, his gaze lazily roaming over your body. “You wanna try?” he offered, his hand finding its way to your thigh, gently stroking it.

You nodded, your eyes tracking the way his lips wrapped around the joint, taking another slow draw. Joost held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, and then leaned towards you, his lips hovering close to yours. “Open.”

You opened your mouth slightly, curiosity mixing with a hint of nervousness as his head dipped lower. Joost exhaled slowly, and you felt the warm, spicy smoke fill your mouth as his lips pressed against yours in a soft, languid kiss. He pulled away slowly, eyes watching as you exhaled the smoke in a thin, curling stream, your heartbeat picking up speed in your chest. You hadn't mentioned it to him before, but it was the first time you had been exposed to any kind of stimulants, although it was rather obvious from your sour face, which you were clumsily trying to hide. Joost couldn't help but chuckle at the contorted expression, his hand gently tilting your chin up so that you looked at him. “You’re cute when you’re stoned,” he teased, his finger tracing the contour of your face. “Your eyes get all lazy and heavy-lidded.”

You stumbled slightly, the room spinning a bit as the weed took effect. Joost steadied you with a firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin slightly. “Careful,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear. “Don’t want you falling off my lap just yet.”

“It's just... getting very hot here.” You managed to mumble, rubbing against his crotch. Joost let out a soft gasp, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He turned to place the joint on the coffee table, needing two free hands to take care of you properly. Your actions had caught him off guard, and his hand tightened on your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Jesus, you're not wasting any time,” he muttered, his gaze darkening as he looked down at you. He moved suddenly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. His hands slid up your sides slowly, his palms splaying against your bare skin as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your midriff. “Much better,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping over your bare torso appreciatively. “I like having you like this, on my lap. You look good on me, you know that?”

“I want you,” you moaned, moving your mouth to his ear. “I want you so bad it's driving me crazy.” A low groan escaped Joost's lips as your words hit his ears, his fingers flexing against your hips. As you moved again on his lap, you felt a bulge forming beneath you, giving you goosebumps.

“Undo my belt, schatje,” you were a little surprised by the harshness in his voice, but the use of the dutch pet name sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter in your chest. You reached up, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumbled with the buckle of his belt. When you finally undid it, Joost's hand captured your wrist, holding it firmly. “Just keep them there,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster in your chest as you nodded. Joost's gaze held yours for a moment, his eyes flickering with a combination of desire and something darker, more intense.

Then, he let go of your wrist, his hands moving to his jeans.

He quickly unbuttoned them, the sound loud in the silence of the room. The zip was undone next, and then he pushed them down, kicking them off. Your eyes dropped to his lap instinctively, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Joost chuckled softly, noticing the direction of your gaze. “See something you like?” he teased, voice low and velvety.

At this point you couldn't wait any longer. In the blink of an eye, you found yourself on the floor, kneeling in front of him. He looked down at you, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Joost was a different person when he was under the influence; he was more calm, but the way he fucked you made you think you did something wrong to him.

“Go ahead.” He encouraged, “I hope you’re better at this than you are at smoking a joint.”

Otherwise, this comment would make you feel offended, but not then. You nodded obediently, taking him into your mouth eagerly. He moaned when he felt your tongue swirling circles over his tip and his eyes flutter closed. Meanwhile, he took one last drag on the joint, tilting his head back. “That’s it, pretty girl.”

Your pace quickened, sucking and stroking him with a new hunger, pulling off of him to spit on his tip before taking him back into your mouth. Joost's hands tangled themselves in your hair, pulling softly on the strands as he lost himself in the rhythm. You wanted to take your time with him at first, but Joost was not a patient man; he grabbed your head and held it into place before he began to fuck your mouth. “Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ me so fuckin well.” He continued to praise you as your mouth worked him up, moaning into the darkness of his living room. The more you heard his pretty voice and his sincere compliments, the more you wanted to please him.

Joost studied your face for a moment, a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. “Such a good-fucking-girl. Fuck, baby, I'm so close.”

His hips stuttered and his thighs shook slightly on either side of you, waves of pleasure rolling through his body and he finally released thick, white strands of cum onto your tongue. Joost swore he was on fire and was melting beneath you.

You coughed a bit, regaining a bit of composure before Joost grabbed a handful of your hair and brought you into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, as if he was drinking you in, devouring you. He gently tugged on your hair, sitting you back on his lap. His tongue teased against your lips, silently demanding entrance, and he groaned softly as you granted it, his hand tightening in your hair. He pulled you against him, impossibly close, his body a firm press of warm, hard muscle and coiled tension. “My baby, you have no idea how much I couldn’t wait to get off that stage,” he murmured against your skin, his soothing tone almost making you cry. “I wanted you in my arms, where you belong.”

[dollfacefantasy]

strip poker that leads to threesome with death island older boyfriend leon and his best friend chris?! reader keeps on losing and ends up half naked and left in her panties while leon and chris are both fully clothed 🥹. + degration and daddy kink (for leon) !

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: a game of strip poker with your boyfriend and his friend ends exactly how you'd expect would

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, threesome, oral sex (both m and f receiving), fingering, daddy kink

word count: 3k

a/n + tags: thank you so much for the request babe! i don't really know how to play poker so forgive any errors 🙏 also consider this to be sharing is caring chris & leon. i hope you enjoy how this turned out <3 @nexysworld @gor3-hound @pupthepokemonenthusiast

"That's not fair!" you whine and gesture at the older man sitting to your left at the table.

When your boyfriend had told you he wanted to invite Chris over to hang out this evening, you'd been completely supportive. You were certain this meant they were wanting a replay of the explicit activities that had transpired between the three of you a few weeks prior. You imagined yourself sitting between them at dinner, feeling their lingering gazes, hearing their hinting words. They'd guide you off to the bedroom or even spread you out right there on the table and have their way with you. 

You fantasized about all the possibilities, but one thing that never crossed your mind was that they'd want to play a game of poker. Let alone a game of strip poker.

When Leon pulled out the deck of cards, you'd raised your eyebrows but tentatively agreed. They'd told you that whoever lost a hand would have to remove an article of clothing. You were interested, believing it wouldn't be too long before all three of you were naked and going at it. How wrong you had been though because in reality, it seemed this game did anything but speed things along.

It'd been over an hour, and Chris & Leon were both still fully clothed while you sat in your bra and panties.

What had prompted your outburst of whining was for the first time tonight, someone that wasn't you had lost a hand. You were excited that some progress was being made as Chris stood up to remove a piece of his clothing. But all he did was unbuckle his belt and slip it from between the loops on his jeans.

Both men chuckle at your frustration, and Leon smirks at you.

"Oh, calm down," he says, "Don't be a sore loser."

"It's not being a sore loser when you guys are like openly cheating!" you insist and lean back in your chair.

"How is he cheating, honey? He's removing his clothes isn't he?" he asks you.

"A belt isn't a piece of clothing! You didn't count my necklace when I picked that to take off," you say.

"Chris has to take off his belt to eventually get to his pants. If he had to take off both right now, that wouldn't really be fair," he says, obviously taunting you, "You didn't need to take off that necklace to get to any of your clothes."

"You made me take off both my shoes in one turn," you point out.

"Shoes are in a pair, princess. I only have one belt," Chris adds.

You huff and cross your arms, shooting the both of them with dirty looks. Despite your complaining, the three of you were all on an even playing field at the start of the game. You all had the same amount of items to lose. For the night, you had on your shoes and socks, shirt and skirt, and bra and panties. The guys on the other sides of the table had their shoes and socks, shirt and pants, and belt and underwear. You'd already lost four to put you at your remaining two.

You roll your eyes as Leon deals again, but you sit up to play. As it turns out, Chris coming up short before was a fluke because this time the bad luck was back on you. They both laugh as you throw your cards down and rub your eyes.

"You know, Leon, if you wanted me to take my clothes off, you could've just asked instead of drawing it out with this stupid game," you say.

"But it's so much more fun this way," he grins.

You glare at him while standing up to remove your clothing.

"C'mon, sweetheart. What's it gonna be? That cute ass or those gorgeous tits?" Chris taunts, lowering his tone as his words become lecherous.

You can already feel the heat starting to creep into your face. Without a word you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra, letting the straps slip over your shoulders as you slide the lacy garment down your arms. Your breasts bounce free from their confines, and you drop it to the floor with your other things.

You're met with a whistle from Leon that cements a flustered expression on your face. Chris wears a smug look, but you can see in his eyes how he enjoys taking in your figure. Your nipples begin to pebble when exposed to the cool air.

"No need to be shy, honey. It's nothing we haven't seen before," your boyfriend teases.

"Just deal again, so we can get this over with," you say.

Sitting down inadvertently pushing your breasts together, making them stand out a bit more as if crying out for attention from either of the sets of hands in the room. It's Chris's turn to deal, but he takes a moment longer to shuffle the cards up since his eyes linger on your chest.

Another round goes by, and it's another round you lose. At least you were out of the game now, but you weren't sure what that meant. The thought of being sent off to your and Leon's room with no reward spun you out of sorts.

"Bullshit! You guys are cheating," you exclaim and drop your cards for the final time.

Both of them laugh at you. Chris shakes his head and takes his winnings from the round while Leon looks over at you.

"Watch your mouth," he says. He's teasing, but he uses a stern tone that zaps arousal right through you, "Remember whose money you're playing with, angel."

You look down when he says that. It was true that you didn't lose anything but your dignity by playing this game. Leon put up the money for the both of you.

"Your money or not, that doesn't change how many times I lost. That's like unnatural amounts of bad luck," you pout.

"Have you ever considered you might just have the worst poker face in the world?" he goads.

"I do not," you respond instantly.

"Oh yes you do," Chris interjects, "You bite your lip whenever you think you can win. Your eyes dart around whenever you feel like you're gonna lose. We can basically read your cards just from hearing your voice."

You scoff at that, but you don't really have a defense. You'd never been a good liar, especially with Leon. He chuckles at the defeat written all over you before leaning a bit closer.

"How about you come sit with me, babydoll? You can be on daddy's team," he says and pats his lap.

The rush that goes through you pulls you from your chair and over to his. He holds your hips, smiling up at you and planting a gentle kiss right above your navel.

"You still lost last round though. Gotta take these off before we can continue," he says and snaps the elastic of your panties.

You drop them to the floor and kick them to the pile of clothing next to your chair. He then takes you in his arms and gets you situated on his thighs. You lean back against his chest while he deals himself and his friend back in.

The first game without you in it is uneventful. You sit with Leon and he occasionally lays a small smooch on your cheekbone, but that's about it. You just watch him play, but at least you're getting some sort of physical contact.

He ends up winning, and Chris slips off his shoes. In a gesture of celebration, his hands come to cover your breasts and give them a squeeze. His fingers dig into the plump flesh, his palms brushing against your hardened nipples.

"You paying attention? Maybe you can learn a thing or two about winning," he murmurs against the skin of your neck.

The next game starts up as Chris sets the deck down between them. This time is a lot more interesting for you. Leon sits there, stoic as ever, but his hand drifts downward. It finds its place between your thighs, his middle digit seeking out the familiar location of your clit.

The invasion causes you to squirm slightly, but a quick pinch to your inner thigh halts your movements. Chris's eyes are switching between his cards and your increasingly aroused appearance. Your boyfriend pays his leering no mind though. The rough pad of his fingertip swirls around your bundle of nerves.

You spread your legs a little to give him more room, and you can feel his face convey his amusement against your head. His fingers rub down over your entrance, dragging some slick up over your clit. His digits slide over it with ease now, flicking back and forth over the tiny bud with lazy precision. You purse your lips to try and stifle your whimpers but little squeaks make it through now and again.

"You don't have to keep quiet, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear, "I think those pretty noises might help daddy win."

He could tell from the way Chris was shifting in his seat that he was starting to get a boner. He was getting aroused himself, but he got you all the time. He had more control. He could stave off a full erection for a little while. His friend on the other hand - he was eager to try you again.

Your head tilts back with permission and a longing breath leaves your lungs. Your breasts rise and fall with the motion, those perky nipples bobbing in a way that nearly hypnotizes Chris. All the while Leon's hand remains dedicated at the apex of your thighs. He strokes you just you like before moving his finger down to your entrance and sliding it in, grinding his palm on your swollen nub simultaneously.

"Fuck daddy," you whimper and roll your hips.

"What is it, baby? Looks like daddy's gonna win, doesn't it?" he purrs.

You nod mindlessly, not paying attention at all to the game. But whatever daddy says goes. That much you knew.

Chris is so enthralled with the sight of you unraveling on his friend's lap that he folds without a second glance at his cards. Your boyfriend chuckles at him while working his finger to the knuckle within you.

"You must have had a pretty rough hand, man," Leon jokes.

Chris's eyes flit to him. "I'm just in the mood for a different kind of fun now," he says.

"You are?" he says. He then turns his gaze to you. "What about you, dolly? You wanna have some fun with daddy's friend now?"

"Yes," you choke out as your back arches away from his chest, his digit pushing up against your internal sweet spot.

"Yeah?" he coos, "What kind? You want Chris in your pussy again? Or something else?"

Decision making isn't your strongest skill while in this frame of mind. You try to come up with an answer. As usual, Leon swoops in for you and makes the save.

"How about you use that pretty mouth on Chris?" he murmurs in your ear, "Suck on his cock while daddy gets his prize for winning."

Chris stands up once the plan is set, his bulge visible at the front of his pants. Leon gestures for him to wait though. Instead of having the older man come to the two of you, he pulls his fingers out of you and spins you around, boosting you back onto the table. You push some of the cards behind you out of the way on your way down. You end up spread across the table, happy that part of your earlier fantasy was now coming true.

Now both men stand, looking down on your nude form and taking in every curve and crux. Leon reaches forward to grope one of your tits again. He gives it a good feel before cupping it and leaning down to press some kisses around the nipple. He kisses from there over to the valley between your breasts and down your tummy. All the affection gives Chris time to shed his pants and boxers and give his cock a few languid tugs.

Leon sits in his chair again, pushing your thighs apart and looking at your glistening cunt. He leans in and kisses your clit with a feather light touch.

"Look at Chris, baby. He's got your treat waiting for you," he mumbles as he wraps his arms around your thighs and delves into his favorite luxury in the world.

You mewl but do as he tells you and turn your head. Waiting for you is Chris's heavy, flushed cock, dripping precum from the swollen tip. Your mouth waters. You'd wanted it bad last time, and now it was all yours. He reaches down to pet your head.

"That look good, princess?" he coos in a low voice.

You nod lazily, your brain fogging up with the mist of lust. Your lips part, and he pushes his hips forward, slotting his length in your mouth. You moan around the shaft, your tongue laving against the veins. His cock was thicker than your boyfriends. The difference thrilled you. You have to stretch your jaw a bit to accommodate him as he works it into your mouth. Your fingers wrap around the part you can't take.

He groans and tilts his head back. He sinks as deep as he can, unable to get enough of that soft, wet orifice.

"Fuck, honey. You're a two for one. Perfect mouth to go with that perfect pussy," he grunts.

You nod lazily and begin bobbing your head best you can while laying on your back. Chris was kind of impressed by your dedication and focus considering Leon was between your legs devouring you as if you were his final meal.

His tongue slides from his mouth and delves into your awaiting entrance. He moans as he tastes you; sweet and rich, completely addictive. As natural as sucking cock came to you, Leon's propensity to eat pussy seemed to be innate. He keeps you pressed against his face, eating you out like you're the finest delicacy he's ever tasted.

The intensity of his efforts have you whining and drooling on Chris's dick, but you keep sucking. The older man's fingers soothingly rub the back of your neck and help to guide you and pace you. Pulling back a bit, you suckle on the tip and kitten lick the head, making him grit his teeth and will himself not to blow his load right there.

"Your daddy's taught you well, babydoll," he pants before pushing you forward again till his tip nudges the back of your throat.

Both you and Leon moan when you hear that. He laps at your cunt with increased fervor now. He flattens his tongue and laves it over your throbbing clit before wrapping his lips around the little bud. You jolt and your legs jerk, but his hold on you is firm.

"Let daddy have his prize, sweet girl. Wanna taste that cum," he mutters before returning all of his attention back to your pussy.

Your whole body shudders, but you keep going for Chris. He runs his free hand through his hair and wipes at the sweat beading on his brow.

"Don't think I'm gonna last too much longer, Leon," he informs the other man.

"She won't either," he tells him, indirectly giving him the go ahead to do as he pleases.

Chris moans while beginning to rock his hips back and forth. His thrusts stay gentle, but they're just what he needs to start working him to the edge. Meanwhile Leon has your hips and legs squirming as if they're running from the release destined to catch them. He keeps you in place and keeps twirling his tongue against you.

It's Chris who cums first. His eyes flutter closed and his hips sputter, making sure he's nice and deep in your mouth when ropes of cum fire out of him. He moans and fucks it all into your awaiting throat. It's warm and sticky, and you swallow it like the good girl you are.

His eyes are hazy as he looks down at you. He's slow to pull out. When he finally does, the tip rests against your lips and you give it a few kisses. A string of saliva connects the two things when he backs away for a moment to catch his breath.

As he calms down, you spiral further into the pits of euphoria. Your back arches off the table and you claw at it so much you feel like there's gonna be scratch marks when you're finished. Leon keeps on with his task like he's being paid. He strikes the perfect balance between playing with your clit and teasing your insides that has you cumming minutes later.

Chris watches from above as you yelp. He takes in every little switch of expression on your face. Leaning down from behind you, he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. He captures all your lewd moans and whimpers. His nose brushes against your chin as his lips move with yours.

He cups and rubs your cheeks as you come down. Leon's movements slow down until he gives your cunt one last sloppy, lingering kiss and pulls away. Your slick covers his chin. He doesn't wipe it away before standing up and bending over to kiss you himself. You taste your pleasure on him.

Your head is still spinning as the men help you sit up on the table. Gentle touches come from all directions it seems, and you're barely able to discern who's who. It's a blissful confusion, and you wouldn't trade the feeling for anything. 

When your eyes refocus, your boyfriend's gaze back into yours. Chris's lips are on your neck, laying tender kisses up the column of your throat. Leon smirks at you as his finger runs down his jawline.

"Let's go upstairs, baby. I haven't fully enjoyed my winnings yet," he whispers before carting you off to the bedroom with Chris following behind.

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[briefalpacashark]

~The Rally Driver~

Warnings: A bit of swearing. Death. Guns.

Synopsis: You and the 141 get in a car chase. You're the driver.

Perfect song to listen to while reading.

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You rarely had a mission in the heart of a city. But there you were, in the heart of London hauling ass down a street, the boys hot on your heels. You all tuckered yourself around an alleyway hiding from the array of bullets. 

“This is a shit show,” Price grunted as he checked the nick on his arm. 

“Yeah no shit,” you chuckled nervously, going to reload only to find you were out of ammo. 

“I'm out,” As you chucked the empty magazine to the side, your head snapped up at the sound it made. Your eyes took in what you assumed was a car under a fancy-looking tarp. 

“Hold on, I've got an idea,” you announced. The boys barely spared you a glance as you walked up to the car, yanking the cover off. A low, impressed whistle left your lips as you took it in. A 1969 Dodge Charger painted in a sexy navy black sat in front of you. You almost cried as you slammed your elbow into the window, smashing it. Slipping in, you worked a little magic. (Stabbing a small knife into the ignition and turning it). The engin roared to life, gathering the boy's attention.

“Get in bitches!” You called excitedly. Quickly, they piled into the car. Simon in the passenger seat, Price, Gaz and Jonny in the back, left to right in the respective order.

"Seatbelts on," you called.

"Nows not really the time to be worrin about taht love," Jonny chuckled.

"Seat belts save lives. Put them on or I'm turning this car around," you threatened.

"Were not even moving," Jonny grumbled but they all obeyed. As soon as you heard all four clicks you took off. You slammed the gear stick forward and put the pedal to the metal. You gave all the boys whiplash as you tore out of the alleyway. 

“She's got a bit more of kick then I though,” you chuckled excitedly, ignoring the boy's desperate need to get there seat belts on. Guessing your position in the car the enemies got off a few shots, the glass from the rear window shattering and running down upon you all. You shoot through the gears, zooming down the street. Gaz let out a strangled scream as his body was pushed into the back of the seat. Now the streets of London weren't necessarily long, they were a maze of old and new architecture. Which meant there were a lot of sharp turns. With expertise you skidded, turned and slipped around every corner with ease, rarely losing the speed you were building up. 

“You're crazy!” Jonny yelled.

“Don't worry, crazy people can still drive,” you shoot back. As the group held on for their life, you couldn't help but smile at the thrill driving gave you. 

“PEOPLE! PEOPLE! PEOPLE!” Price yelled, pointing to the group of drunken club goers crossing the street.

“Dont fucken back seat drive. I can see them” you yelled, swinging the car to the side, missing the group, and using the sidewalk as your new road. You took a sharp intake of breath when you saw the restaurant that had seating set up on said sidewalk. The road next to you was filled with cars so you couldn't move. You slammed your hand down on the horn, the few occupants quick to scramble out of the way as they saw the car barreling maliciously towards them. The car plowed through the seat tables and food. Simon stared at you as you casually flicked the wipers on, cleaning the window from the wine and food.

“Oh that smells lovely. We should get dinner there next time,” you suggested casually as you returned the car to the actual road. 

“TRUCK!” Simon yelled as he spotted a truck pulling out of an alleyway. Jerking your hand break up, you turned quickly, slowing just enough for the corner of the truck to scrape along the driver's side of the car. The screeching sound of metal on metal filled your ears as the side mirror disappeared in the near miss. 

“That didn't sound good,” you  mumbled, hanging half out of the window to look at the damage.

“GET INSIDE THE FUCKEN CAR!” Gaz yelled.

“Alright, I think everyone just needs to calm down,” you said gently, turning around to face the panicked passengers. As you did so she caught the look of a certain pissed of enemies pursuing you in another car. 

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!” Simon yelled. He looked hilarious, propping his large body the best he could in the corner of the seat. “Hey don't tell me how to drive. Why don't you be useful and use your little toy on our little friends” you asked slowly turning back to the front to return to driving. The boys turned round, spotting your pursuers. Simon threw half his body out the window as he started to fire, and they fired right back. The rest of the boys quickly joined Simon's efforts. 

“Does anyone have a map?” you asked casually through the gun fire. Simon cursed as his gun ran out of bullets. 

“No, we don't have a fucken map,” Ghost growled as he slipped back into his seat, throwing the gun down. Coming to a roundabout you smoothly drifted the car round Gaz struggling to understand the physics of a car driving sideways.

“Should you even be driving?” Gaz yelled. He had given up returning fire and handed his gun to Jonny. He was much more focused on the danger in the car. 

“I don't think so. You know I think there should be a law that if you fail your driving test ten times, then you shouldn't ever get one,” you chuckled, half jokingly.

“YOU FAILED YOUR DRIVING TEST TEN TIMES!?” Gaz screamed just about to pass out from the fear. “Of course not,” you reached back, patting his knee comfortingly.

“It was more like eighteen,” you stated. 

“Oh lord help me,” he whispered. The boys grinned at the interaction.

“I'm out,” Price announced. Jonny got off a few more shots before repeating his words. The poor night  inhabitants of the town were plunged into confusion at the cars that drove through there streets like rally drivers. A rally driver would be the only way the boys could describe your driving. It scared them shitless. But they had to admit, you were good, really good. You were quickly forming distance with the other car. Ghost reached across you where you usually held your gun.

“Lieutenant, so forward?” you chuckled. 

“Gun,” the simple word was meant to explain what he was doing. 

“Safe word?” you asked teasingly, making him look up at you with a small glare. A glare that momentarily faltered due to your close proximity. He hated to admit it, but his body flushed in attraction. You pose having one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear stick and the annoying smirk sent his heart racing. You chuckled at what you assumed was an are you serious look. You grabbed his hand and moved it to your lower back, sliding it down to meet the gun you had tucked into the back of your pants. Clearing his throat, he pulled the gun free, returning to the window, firing another shoot. 

“Drive straight!” he yelled struggling to keep his balance.

“You shoot straight,” you shoot back but tried your best to steady the car. Steady enough for him to land a hit dead center in the driver's head. To your shock, the passenger kicked the man's body out the door and continued driving.

“Shit,” he hissed, firing off more shots failing to see the fast approaching wall. You did, however. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the first thing your hand landed on. Which just so happened to be his belt buckle. Yanking him back into the car, he narrowly missed decapitation. His eyes snapped down to the grip you had on his belt, your hand pulling the material taunt.

“Close one, lieutenant,” you spared a grin at him, releasing his belt buckle. Simon was surprised, yet not entirely against it. Dare he say, even slightly aroused? 

“This place is like a maze,” you mentioned, taking her time to look at the signs.

“You are way too calm for this,” Simon huffed, going to fire again only to find that he was out of bullets. “Shit,” he whispered. Luckily, after another quick turn it seemed like you had lost them.

“Well, there's no point in panicking. Sure he's firing at us but there a terrible shot. Ain't that right boss?’ you asked, glancing back at Price that for a man with great composure looked like he was about to lose his shit. 

“Please focus on the road!” Price begged.

“Alright well.I feel like I'm taking a tour through this town. Where am i doing?” you asked.

“Head west,” he ordered. “Alright cool,” you nodded, pausing for a few moments. “Which way is west?” you asked.

“Left!” he snapped. Jokingly, you held up your hands. Holding your thumb and index finger into L shapes.

“SARGENT!” Price snapped.

“Ok ok, sorry!” you whispered back, making a quick left turn, a quick left turn that had them headed in the west direction, a direction that put them directly in line with an all too familiar car. The enemy. They had cut you off.

“Shit,” you whispered. Slamming into the break. The car came to a screeching stop. Almost sent Ghost through the windscreen. The driver in the opposite car gave you a shit-eating grin as his allies poked themselves out of the windows.

“Get down!” You yelled. Everyone did so, including you as you slammed the car into reverse, taking off just as fast as you had before. Gritting your teeth, you prayed for luck as they opened fire. Snapping up, you placed your hand on the back of Simon's head rest and not to toot your own horn, but drove like a boss ass bitch. Backwards. At full speed, weaving and jerking side to side doing your best to dodge the bullets. The chase was back on, with you doing your best to drive backwards. Waving and dodging cars as perfectly as you had done before. There just wasn't any room to turn the car around. And your near miss count was going up with every passing second. 

“Oh my god we're gonna die,” Gaz stated simply as he watched you. 

“Not today, bud,” you stated. You saw it, you slammed the hand brake up, throwing the car around barely losing any speed as you returned to forward face driving. Your eyes searched for your exit, anything. Then you saw it, A Little bridge in the distance.

“How long can you guys hold your breath?” you asked.

“What?” Jonny asked.

“Answer the fucking question!” You snapped.

“A long fucking time!” Ghost yelled.

“Alright, everyone, windows down seat belts off,” you ordered.

“Um fuck no,” Gaz stated, simply holding tighter onto his life line.

“Do it now!” You snapped. 

“Wanna fill us in on your plan?” Price asked.

“We're going for a swim. Everyone brace yourself,” you ordered, cutting the lights off. You took a sharp turn at the building, cutting off the view of the car behind. And in one quick jerk, you threw the car off the side of the walkway. You cut the engine just as the car hit the water under the bridge. The car was quickly submerged as you all clambered out. Well, almost all. You grunted as something caught on your ankle. You assumed it was the seat belt. Your hand reached for your knife as it pulled you deeper and deeper into the depths. Only your knife wasn't there. It was in the car's ignition. You reached for it, trying desperately to rip it out to no avail. Shit. You were running out of air as you struggled to untangle your foot. Only you had no light, and you couldn't figure out how it had snagged itself on you. You felt your body getting tired, panic started to set in. Your limited vision started to fade and your lungs burnt for air. Shit, you thought. As you started to acknowledge your possible death, your body went limp as you fought for the last remained of your consciousness. You didn't want to die. There was still so much you wanted to do. God and the boys would never let you down if this was how you would die. They would tease you shitless in the afterlife. You were about to let it go when a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. They gave you a yank, quickly discovering you were caught on something. Their hands patted you down till they found the culprit slicing the seat belt. They swam you back to the surface, you gasping like a fish out of water at the much needed oxygen. Sighs of relief sounded as you briefly caught a glimpse of the skull mask on the face eof the man who kept you afloat resting your upper back on his shoulder.

Ghost had saved you.

“Fucken hell,” Ghost whispered. You couldn't really tell due to the lack of oxygen but you could have sworn you felt him pull you closer to him, his chin pressing against your head in an awkward hug. Price swam over to you, taking your face into his hand.

“You alright, Sargent?” he asked. After a few more gasps of air, you nodded, pulling a thumbs up. 

With deep breaths you all waded in the water waiting as you heard the other car approach. As it drove over the bridge and off into the distance. You had lost them.

“Well, personally, I think that went well,” you said with a cheerful grin. The boys all chuckled as they somewhat relaxed. 

“Do you even have a license?” Gaz asked.

“An Australian one, yes,” you nodded.

“But then again, the police officer doing my test was drunk when I drove him home,” You shrugged casually, earning another set of chuckles. Reaching up you hugged Simon arm tightly. “Thank for saving my ass big guy,” you whispered.

“Don't scare me like that again, you hear me?" he grumbled holding you impossibly closer.

"No promises," you stated.

"Hey what was that bout seat belts saving lives again?" he asked as he sawm you to shore. You simply chuckled shaking your head.

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[yameoto]

TOP TEN BENEFITS. JORDAN, CATE, ANDRE.

synopsis ; you and godolkin's finest go out for some fun, just like any other night. little do you know, is that they have a little more in store for you than just partying.

oh. also, you're luke's girlfriend—not like that's going to stop them.

✗ warnings ; dark!jordan, dark!cate, dark!andre, cnc, dubcon, intox, foursome, cheating, strap-fucking. wc ; 1.9k

DISTANTLY, you can hear voices. you're not sure, really; your head's all dizzy and groggy, and your mouth is so dry you wonder if you’ve been chewing on cement. god.. you really can’t remember anything. how strong were those drinks?

"we sure about this, guys?" comes a voice, echoing on the outskirts of your mind. it's familiar. masculine.. or feminine? you really can't tell—not in this state, at least.

"of course we're sure." someone else interjects, gruffer, this time, clearly masculine. it sounds a lot like.. andre..?

"i mean, look at her," whispers another, voices so low—like they're trying not to wake you. this one's higher, more feminine and— oh that's definitely cate. "how could we not?"

how could they not what? nothing makes sense—not in your foggy, hungover brain at least; one that you're becoming increasingly suspicious is addled by something stronger than shots. but that can't be right—you hadn't blown lines with the others, had you? no, you definitely hadn't. so why does your head hurt so fucking much?

"guys..?" you mumble, trying to sit up on what you distantly realise is a bed, the edges of your vision still blurry. as it adjusts, you're met with the sight of jordan, andre and cate all standing over you, eyes strangely lidded, gleaming. "shit— she's up," jordan hisses, grip on your thigh tightening, and its then that you realise your skirt is gone—the entire stretch of your legs exposed to the three of them.

"fuck," cate sighs, lips drawing into a pout as you feel her hand, bare hand, hover over your other thigh, head jerking up to face the others with a frown on her lips. "should i do it again?"

"no," jordan and andre hiss in unison, exchanging a meaningful look as their fingers twitch, restless. "c'mon, you know you want her awake for this."

"awake for what?" you grumble, head throbbing far too much for you to wrap your head around the conversation. "i'm too hungover for this." you swing your legs off the edge of the bed, reaching for your discarded skirt before two pairs of her hands shoot out to stop you. your vision swims, and with a disconcerting lurch you realise you're so fucked-up you can't even tell whose is who's.

"you won't need that." jordan mutters, breath hot against your cheek as they curl their hand around your wrist, dragging it firmly into their lap. what the fuck?

"sorry about the skirt," cate hums affirmatively, eyes drifting to the poor, ripped thing on the floor and you swear you see the beginnings of a smirk curl her lips "someone got a little excited."

"hey—" andre puts his hands up, not looking too sorry at all. in fact, he looks like he's barely restraining a grin. "don't act like you two weren't drooling—"

"touché." jordan interjects, eyes rolling yet looking entirely too pleased with themselves as they play with your hand in their lap, inching it up their own thigh. “you look better without it, doll.”

"warm her up, jordan." cate's eyes flash, gaze boring into the sight of you, splayed against the pillows, and you resist the urge to whimper.

"don't tell me what to do," jordan grumbles, but there's a grin stretching at their lips and you almost wonder if cate used her powers with the speed in which they comply. their loose grip on your wrist becomes inordinately tight as they deftly undo their belt, dragging their pants and boxers down in one, swift move.

oh, fuck.

"hold on— i—" you splutter, stupidly, glancing between the three of them and jordan's throbbing, leaking cock. it gently bobs into your hand; head pink, glistening with pre-cum and you just want to—wait, what?

you're dating luke. you're dating luke. a spike of panic sends you twisting, surprisingly lucid for a moment as you attempt tugging your wrists away—to no avail, of course. top ten ranking aside; you don't stand a chance against three supes, especially not the three of them.

"hey— shh." jordan catches you, eyes flashing for a moment as they slowly, ever so slowly, guide your hand back to their cock—grunting when your fingers limply wrap around their tip. "fuck, that's it.." they groan, head tilting back. jesus fucking christ.

you don't even realise it when andre drags your panties down your thighs—and your flush only deepens at how fucking wet you are. that has to be the high, right? there's no way—why else would your cunt be dripping into the goddamn sheets, like that? for three of your friends? boyfriend absent from the room, no less. a feeble, embarrassed whine falls from your lips, as three hungry pairs of eyes have no shame in hiding how much they want to fucking devour you.

"look at you, so fucking wet." ande’s voice comes a deep rumble, belt unbuckling with a click as he inches closer. his hands slide over your thighs as he moves over, all the way, and you make another strained noise as his cock hits your belly.

"i think it's cute." cate hums, eyes glimmering as she leans across the bedspread, hands wrapping around the base of andre's eager, bobbing cock and directing it towards your splayed legs. andre’s basically fucking trembling with restless need, cate’s own breaths shallowing, picking up the pace. "luke ever get you this wet?"

your teeth tuck into your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut because god, luke.. what the hell are you doing here? it feels like betrayal. it is betrayal—they need to stop—this is wrong—

you whine, making a choking noise as jordan’s grasp on your wrist steels enough to snap bone. you want to say; luke—? yes—he fucking has—i think—but you find you barely have the strength to moan, let alone protest.

“nah, i don’t think so.” jordan smirks, smug, as if they know exactly what’s going through your head as their hand guides yours; forcibly pumping your hand along their length. their frustrated growls of pleasure are enough to make you blush—let alone the feeling of andre’s hands roughly shoving your legs apart, spreading your folds open with two of his fingers. you whine, quivering, glazed pupils meeting his.

"fuck, luke's gonna kill us—" andre grunts once he finally rams into you, audibly groaning as you slam into the blankets with each thrust, inciting the most strangled little cries from your throat. it’s so much—you can’t help but thrash a little, under his touch. cate lets out a displeased hum, though at his words or his roughness you can't tell.

"what luke won't know won't hurt him." jordan counters from the other side of you, lips twisting into a grin as they bite into your shoulder, still moving your hands in thrusts along their length.

they keep shifting—each time you're distracted by cate or andre the feeling of their cock twitching under your hands changes to fingers sinking into sloppy, wet heat. it's ridiculous how hot it makes you, just jacking them off—but it’s not like you have any room to comment with andre thrusting into you like an animal, snarls coming out of his mouth as each movement sends you reeling with white-hot, carnal pleasure.

"move, you brute." cate interrupts, voice cutting through the blinding, purely instinctual pleasure of andre pumping you full like a rutting dog. her eyes glitter with an annoyance that give way to barely-restrained lust, and in your sex-drugs-cate induced haze (you're still not quite sure which it is, yet), you faintly register the plastic in her hand; long, thick, pink and fuck— is that a strap?

"not yet, cate, i'm almost done—" andre cuts himself with a guttural, bestial moan as his cock rams into you, again. you can feel it twitching inside of you; hear his breaths growing shallower as he grips your hips, so tight they might bruise. "oh, fuck—!" he groans loudly as he comes, thick, hot seed filling you up, hips still thrusting as he crams as much of his load into you as he possibly can. it takes a beat before he reluctantly pulls out, chest heaving.

"fuck, you felt so good," he groans, hands clumsily tugging you forward for a kiss before he's promptly pushed off before your lips can touch. "about fucking time." cate grunts, voice sharp, weight of andre on top of you replaced by two long, toned legs swinging on either side of your body, cate's hands running over that fucking strap at her hips. her lips curl into a smirk as your eyes—still glassy from andre's force—blink blearily up at her. you’re still so dazed, so adorable. she leans down to cup your chin. "you're such a pretty little thing," she murmurs, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, gaze darkening as she begins to prise your mouth open, gleam in her eyes giving away to sheer, unadulterated lust.

"open wide." she whispers, and that's the only pre-empt you get before you're choking on silicone, her hips bucking forward as she shoves herself into your mouth. her hands tighten in your hair, jerking you forward so that the entire length forces itself down your throat. tears spring to your eyes. you feel jordon's hands getting rougher as they use you to fuck themselves, teeth digging into your skin to muffle their own whines while your own, keening “mmfs—!” peter out to soft, quiet whimpers.

"you're so good for us," jordan moans, burying your fingers hilt-deep into their cunt, walls pulsing desperately around you. "so fucking good," cate assents with a breathy, pleasured groan of her own, back snapping as if it were her own cock that you’re gagging around. from behind her, andre’s hands are wrapped around himself, moving furiously as he arches over the bed. “you have no idea how long we’ve wanted this.” he hisses, one hand madly jerking himself off to the sight of cate fucking your face like she owns you, the other tangling in your hair. cate audibly moans, bucking into you further with a sharp inhale. "wish i could come in you for real." she mumbles, fingers running along your jaw as you splutter around plastic. she smiles, tilts her head up to look at jordon as they mutter something unintelligible, her thrusts increasing in pace, fucking your throat so raw, so good. "jordan's got something special to give you." she murmurs, voice honey sweet, hand dancing up your cheek.

you can hardly gargle a response through the strap in your mouth—but you don't have to. not when, with a resounding moan, all questions are answered with jordan promptly shooting their load all over your face, thick, hot strings of cum leaking around the edges of the strap and seeping into your mouth. they both groan, jordan slumping into your side with soft, intermittent pants.

"god.." they mutter into the crook of your neck, cate's thrusts slowing as she starts to loosen her grip on your hair; though not stopping, never stopping. "you're ours." jordan grunts, gripping your thigh with sudden, overwhelming intensity while cate continues jerking the strap down your throat, smile tugging at her lips. “ours." she echoes, voice soft—almost gentle if you didn’t know any better. she leans down, hand stretching out; smearing jordan's cum across your cheek in one, long, clean swipe. "fucking ours."

poor, poor luke.

[vigilskeep]

various and sundry artbook tidbits i found interesting (SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE VEILGUARD ARTBOOK. obviously)

faction & location stuff:

a sketch page from the very early days exploring shape languages for factions like elves, dwarves, wardens, the necropolis, tevinter, and rivain, also includes concepts for the mages’ college and the ben-hassrath

early rivain concept arts have npcs with a similar armour patterning to duncan’s, suggesting it’s a mark of his rivaini heritage like i always thought!

the depiction of the ““creation story”” suggests elves were mimicking the bodies of dwarves when they formed their own, not humans like i think mythal says in game flashbacks, which would make more sense timeline wise

there’s concept art of the city of ventus, which i believe is of particular relevance to mercar players? it’s right on the border of arlathan forest, and surrounded by magical statues holding out raised hands forming a ward along the tree line to keep it from encroaching

the home base was going to be a lovable fixer-upper of a ship given to us by isabela, named the dumat. this didn’t fit the spy theme they were originally going for, so they tried really really hard to make it a submarine without feeling anachronistic by making it sort of sea monster shaped. there are a lot of cutaways and schematics. they were going to give it a mystery engine that you would get light fetch quests to feed random objects: “ten dried lavender flowers, five quail’s eggs, three brass belt buckles, etc.....” the submarine then turned into an undersea mansion on the back of some giant shambling sea creature you would never get a good look at

later on there were some funny takes on the lighthouse specifically, like bringing back the sea creature theme to put it on the back of an interdimensional veil whale, or having it be the true location of the black emporium with a collection of eluvians that xenon the antiquarian lets you use

there’s a tiny concept art for a “high-speed aravel chase” in a canyon like a western

tevinter gladiators are mentioned a couple times. we WEREEE going to get to see the minrathous proving grounds :( there’s also a dwarven embassy concept art somebody take me out back and shoot me

there are a lot of ghilan’nain creature designs that didn’t make it into the game which is a shame but i can see why they would have been resource heavy

the antiva concept arts are so gorgeous. a lot of it got through! and definitely the overall Vibe made it. at some point it seems to have been antiva city itself; they don’t call it treviso and they mention the circle of magi as a major landmark

“The entrance to the Necropolis is like an inverted Tower of Babel. They seek knowledge in the grave instead of heaven.” <- this just rules as a line

for arlathan: “To differentiate it from previous forest and jungle locations in Dragon Age, we went with an autumnal colour palette. It has the benefit to feeling ominously like the end.”

the veil jumpers have a “skull halla” symbol that “implies their willingness to risk death”. did that end up in the game?

“With each faction, we explored a range of aspirational fantasies. For the Wardens, this ranged from knights in shining armour to butal tanks to a Nietzche quote: ‘Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster.’”

there’s this concept among the warden armours for an insane orlesian noblewoman look with the winter palace morrigan corset and a piled high wig, but the skirts torn knee length and a serrated fan in hand. i’m kind of obsessed

“To bring more life to the world, we thought about what industries would keep the Anderfels afloat. We took the prominent Warden blue colour and envisioned an industry harvesting flowers, creating dye, and then weaving copious amounts of blue fabric.” this is probably where the flower quests in the hossberg wetlands started off conceptually? v cute

character stuff:

in completely different early versions of the game, solas had a “bad cop” right hand woman called reva

imshael the desire demon/choice spirit from the masked empire and inquisition was going to be a two-handed weapon warrior companion, and also sexualised now while in largely feminine form, which would have been a Choice. there is one art of him in masculine form, also sexy but still not showing as much skin as the feminine one

as i said, neve was going to be calpernia

taash was a rogue. (they’re still a light-armoured dual wielder so that checks out.) it seems like davrin was briefly a mage. at some points harding seems to have inherited bianca

saarbrak, another qunari companion, seems to have lastest the longest of the abandoned concepts. he’s the only non-canon one who got as far as having a place for him sketched into designs of the lighthouse: “saarbrak’s planning room”. mentions and sightings of what might be him are sporadic and i think you only see his name on that sketch, but i’m connecting it to the description “a potential qunari companion evolved from saarebas to dapper qunari spy, offering a deeper look into qunari culture”

the embroidery on harding’s clothes is how she passes the time while “waiting for days in a sniper perch” on missions. i just thought that was cute

[boypied]

pairings: josh hutcherson x male reader

request: Hello! Please could I request a story about Josh hutcherson x bottom male reader? Maybe where they are in the process of filming a movie, and both of them hide in a place to release some tension from a heated scene they had to do? Thanks a lot <3

warning: SMUT ! , quiet fucking, swearing.

MDNI + FDNI !

You had just finished filming a spicy scene with your co-star/secret boyfriend, Josh Hutcherson. Once the scene had wrapped before the director could you any notes, Josh had pulled you away and you were both hiding in between two sets.

Your bodies pressed up against each other, your bulges growing as they rub together. Josh's hand slides down under your vanity patch and he gently begins jerking you off while his other hand covers your mouth.

Your muffled moans could be quietly heard between the two sets. While Josh was jerking you off, the director could be overheard. "Where is Y/N and Josh?" He asks, beginning to call out out your name.

You rest your forehead against the fake set wall as Josh's hand goes back and forth. You try to bite your tongue and not scream out, Josh whispers in your ear, "I bet I'm making you feel so good, baby." he nibbles at your ear lobe, continuing the jerking pace.

Josh hand brings you inches from release until he pulls his hands away, leaving your cock twitching, you groan. Josh begins unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans to reveal his large member.

It's been ages since you've felt him stretch you out, he spits down on the tip of his cock, jerking it to spread the spit evenly around his cock. He lines himself up and slowly pushes himself into your tightening hole.

"AH-" You shout out before Josh's fingers push into your mouth, keeping you quiet only your mumbles and moans can be heard, and even that won't be heard too well.

You begin to suck on his fingers to ease the moans, Josh's cock fully enters you stretching you out completely. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and places both hands over your mouth to keep you quiet but also to help him beat up your hole.

Josh doesn't hold back. The sound of your ass slapping against him echoes throughout set. "Mhmm!" You moan out, your moans completely bring muffled. Josh continues to pull out right at the tip and then completely thrust himself into you fully.

The director continues looking around, "Can anyone else hear that?"

The slapping sounds increase as Josh speeds up, his tip rubbing against your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back, and you moan against Josh's hand. Josh whispers in your ear, "You're so tight, baby boy".

You groan against his hand, and you start jerking yourself off as Josh's shaft slides back and forth inside you. Josh whispers "cum for me, baby", you shoot your load almost immediately at his command.

Your hole tightens around his cock, causing him to shoot his load inside of you. You breathe heavily against his hand as Josh leans down and kisses your back, gently pulling out of you.

He watches the cum drip out and run down your leg. You wipe it off with your finger, sucking on it, You turn over to face Josh.

You both continue to make out before the director shouts, "JOSH! Y/N! YOUR NEXT SCENE!" You both giggle before making yourselves decent, going to film the next scene.