#we get it you got a special belt go jerk off in front of a camera already and shut up

[fantasticalleigh]

*whispering* i'm still new to the WWE and its lore but i'm already so dead tired of the Bloodline story/faction. Also I like the Usos a lot but let them have their own thing that isn't betraying each other every other week because it's already so old.

[holylulusworld]

Roll the dice (3)

Summary: You’re in trouble, and it’s all your fault.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: mafia au, angst, mentions of criminal activities, mentions of sickness, mentions of stealing, scared reader, strip poker, nakedness, dub-con, forced intimacy (sitting in his lap), tension

Catch up here:  Roll the dice (2)

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Steve, ever the predator, watches you nervously squirm in your seat. One more lost round, and you’re in your underwear.

“I want to see.” He grins when you look his way, like a scared deer facing a lion. “Go ahead.”

“I—” you swallow your response and place the cards on the table for Steve to see. The devil smirks, and you know the round is lost too.

“Damn, you are getting better,” he says and immediately gets up to kick his shoes off. Steve slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He roughly shoves the fabric down his legs, flinging the pants across the room. “I have to watch my back from now on.”

You scrunch up your face in confusion. “I won?” You question as he grabs your cards and his, hurriedly remixing the cards. “Really?”

“Do you think I’d lie to you, doll?” Steve grins, revealing pearl-white teeth. They are, just like everything else on him, perfect. “Let’s see who’ll win this round.”

You slump in your seat and nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” You squirm again. “I think you’re a fast learner. Hmm…aren’t you?” He looks you straight in the eyes, searching, observing as his steel-blue eyes seem to bore into your soul.

“I try,” you reply, hoping you don’t sound like a scared mouse. “This is not an easy game.”

“Next round.” Steve deals the cards, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hopefully I win this time.” He’s shameless; you give him that. Left in his socks and boxer briefs, he seems to be unbothered. “I can hardly wait to win.”

With shaking fingers, you accept the cards, trying to remember the few things you learned over the last hours. You try your best to focus on winning this round.

The air is charged with tension as the cards are laid down. Steve chuckles when your eyes land on his cards. A full house, great. You lost again.

“Hmm… I’d go for the panties, but it’s your choice, doll.” It’s all a joke to him—to you, it’s humiliation, terrifying even to take your shirt off in front of Steve.

His eyes seem to scan every inch of your body. Steve doesn’t pretend he’s not looking. He’s the kind of man showing openly what he wants. And right now, it’s to humiliate and scare you even more.

“Good, now that things got more interesting, I want to win the game.”

“I hate this game,” you sniffle, knowing there’s nothing you can do about it. Steve wants you to play by his rules.

“I know.” His darkened eyes look you up and down before he deals the cards again. “Your bra this time?” Steve asks, a smirk on his lips. “I’d love to see the old fabric go.”

You bite your tongue. If not, you’ll call him a jerk or worse. Again, you take the cards and try to win a game that’s already lost.

The cards are not on your side. Even you know it’s another lost round to you and a win to Steve.

“Come on, let’s play,” Steve says, bringing you out of your thoughts. “Let’s see who’ll win this time…”

The final rounds are intense. You and Steve are down to the last few articles of clothing. You lost your bra and desperately try to hold your cards with one hand while covering your chest with your other arm.

Your hands tremble slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Steve still has his boxer briefs and his socks left. He didn’t lose another round. Of course, he didn’t.

“I want to see your cards,” Steve taunts, eyes glued to your trembling hand. “Come on.”

You drop the cards on the table, sniffling silently. “I lost…”

“Not yet, doll,” Steve grins as he places his cards on the table. “I lose.” “How about we make things more interesting? One last round with special rules.” He takes off one sock, dropping it to the ground as his eyes are glued to your face.

“Special rules?” You don’t like the way Steve looks at you, nor the confidence in his voice.

“I’ll deal the cards. But this time you look at my cards, and I’ll look at yours. You’ll decide for me, and I’ll decide for you what to do.”

“That’s not making sense,” you murmur.

“We will make it even more interesting,” he purrs your name and pats his lap. “You’ll sit in my lap.”

You blanch at his words. No, he can’t be serious. This must be another way to humiliate you and put you in your place. “I—what?”

Steve pats his lap again, not even trying to hide the bulge in his boxer briefs. “This way, we cannot cheat.”

“I don’t want to,” you murmur, afraid to speak any louder. “Please don’t make me.”

“You can sit in my lap or take off all of your clothes, declaring yourself the loser.” He’s looking at you, his brows furrowed.

You’re torn between throwing the cards at him and just giving in. What else can you do?

“No! I’m not going to lose!” You don’t know where the boost of confidence comes from as you get up from your chair. If he wants to play games, so be it.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises again. Steve holds out his hand, helping you straddle his thighs. You whimper, feeling his erection brush against your core. “Now that’s what I call a great game.”

You hold your breath when he slings one arm around your body to press your body to his bare chest. “Mr. Rogers… Sir.” You grumble, feeling his skin pressed against yours. Your nipples harden against him, and you can’t help but squirm in his lap.

“How about we make things even more interesting?” He purrs in your ear, lips almost brushing your skin.

You try to ignore his erection or that you can smell his cologne. You shudder and close your eyes. He’s like a heater warming you after sitting half-naked in the cold room for so long.

Whatever his plan is, you cannot fight him.

“If you don’t want to play strip poker any longer, we can play a new game,” he chuckles when you grip the backrest of the chair to steady your trembling body. “I want you to ride a part of my body. If you don’t cum in, let’s say, five minutes, you are free to go.”

“I can go?” You question. “No catch?”

“No catch,” he whispers in your ear. “But be aware, if you cum, you’re mine to play with for the rest of your life.”

Taking a deep breath, you consider his offer. If he wants you to ride his thigh, you won’t cum. You’re scared, and Steve is intimidating. It’s impossible for you to cum if you’re under pressure. You’ll easily win this game.

“Okay.”

“Are you sure about it?” He leans back to look you in the eyes. “No turning back if you agree.” His eyes search your face when you bite your lower lip. “Yes or no.”

“Yes?”

His eyes sparkle for a second. “Good girl,” he says, eyes dropping to your lips. “Now, take off your panties, and then, I’ll get you ready to ride me. We don’t want you to get hurt, do we?”

“What I… What?” You stare at him. “I can ride your thigh without taking my panties off. I…there’s no need to take them off.”

“Oh, doll,” he laughs in your face. “You’re not going to ride my thigh but my cock…”

Part 4

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[liliblogs26]

Minors don’t read this one!!!!

Do you guys ever think about how the sons of Gods use those special abilities to do perverted things?

Sons of Hephaestus…

They can literally make their own sex toys. Think about that. They can invent, design, and build their own toys.

For themselves or their partner’s.

Like, Leo Valdez can straight up just make you a vibrator.

Imagine making out with him in the woods or by the lake and he takes out this vibrator from his belt he made specifically for you.

Or if you’re a gay, imagine dating Jake Mason. He could make you a cock ring.

Hell knowing how quick children of Hephaestus are they could make that within the span of one day to the other.

You could get a personal homemade sex toy as a birthday gift.

Sons of Hermes…

So we know that Hermes is the god of lesser beings, such as criminals and thieves, and I assure you perverts.

And it is no secret that his children in cabin 12 carry-on that legacy and have qualities that are not usually encouraged.

This one is awkward to say, but it’s very convincing in my mind. I am 100% sure that sons of Hermes will steal your fucking underwear.

If you are a Connor Stoll simp, just know that boy— if he likes you back, has snuck into your cabin, Stoll your lacy sexiest panties and smelled them.

Stole them.

Licked them.

And rubbed them up against his cock and jerked off with them.

Then washed the cum stain out of them and suck back into your cabin and put them back.

The next time he saw you in a bikini, it reminded him of your panties and he got soooo fucking hard. So fucking hard.

He tried to ignore it, tried not to touch it. Tried to hide it.

But then you walked up to him, you smiled, and he saw your boobs, wet and dripping in your bikini top, the way the jiggled when you took each step.

And that’s when he walked into the woods and jerked off so fucking hard.

He then stole that pair of bikini bottoms.

Using them felt so good he sobbed.

Sons of Aries…

If you’re the type of to enjoy rough sex, get yourself a son of Aries. They are extremely jealous, very possessive, can be kind of controlling depending on who and have anger issues.

But to be very clear, they thrive. In hate-fucking. Or post fight sex, make up sex.

They are likely to have a crush on their rival. The best situation for them to be sexually attracted to you would be enemies to lovers. Love and war.

And they can be surprisingly, very romantic, but let’s be clear if you annoy them if you flirt by fighting with them or teasing them or challenging their pride or trying to compete with them in a sport or weaponry that they are advanced in you will have them on their knees!!!! (Mentally) physically they’ll just huff

If you beat them in a race, they will watch the way your ass bounces as you run in front of them…

They might even get a little distracted by it and at first, it would be a little angry, blow a puff of air, as if that will make them feel any less pissed that they didn’t win.

The go cool off in a separate room yell maybe punch a wall.

Then he’ll go back to meet you and congratulate you for winning and if you’re alone, he he will shake your hand and then pull you towards him and kiss you if you reciprocate he will 100% fuck you against the wall.

Sons of Athena…

So I have a head cannon that since Athena is a maiden goddess, and these children are designed from her brain, I feel like she “gave” them all the intelligence they’ll need in all the areas still need for any reason at all except for sex.

They’re very innocent and shy at first

And they are very insecure because this is the only area that they don’t know everything about this is the only area that you’re actually going to be smarter than them in.

Sex.

So to make up for this, they will watch a lot of porn. Read a lot of erotica and fanfiction ask friends shamelessly. They will do research. They will have a whole notebook dedicated to studying the art of sex.

And then when they do fuck you, they will pay attention every single thing and then calculate how to fuck you more efficiently the next time and this will go on every single time so every time a son of Athena has sex that they are getting better at it through trial and error and literal research.



Sons of Poseidon

If you’re a fucking a son of Poseidon, they never need lube.

Like I don’t know how else to explain that they just don’t fucking need lube. Somehow you’re always like 90% wetter with a son of Poseidon that you just don’t need lube.

Sons of Hercules

Sons of Hercules are basically the biggest gym bro, gym rat you can ever imagine.

Being in sexual relationship with them is it like dating the most arrogant motherfucker you know.

Every time they takeoff their shirt, they touch their own muscles and moan.

Just encourage them just complement their body is all it takes to get them to notice you honestly…

But where there divine skills come in handy is the fact that these motherfuckers are the strongest Demi gods, they will pick you up and carry fuck you, bro.

Most of the time you guys have sex, he’s standing up and holding you or you were barely leaning against the wall or against a desk that you’ve never had sex in a bed if you’re dating a son of Hercules.

Sons of Apollo

Apollo is the god of music, truth, medicine, prophecy, plague in all other forms of art, especially written art.

Because of this children of Apollo have a tendency to just trying so hard to just completely verbally shut down when they’re horny because they will 100% embarrass themselves by saying exactly what they’re thinking. Don’t ask them questions cause if you talk to them, they’re going to respond the first thing that they’re gonna say is:

“I really want to go down on you.”

“What?”

“Nothing!!!”

But again, they have beautiful voices so when they moan it literally sounds like a song it’s the most most beautiful arousing sound you will ever hear in your entire life.

Tell me if you guys want another part with other Cabins!!! Those are all I can think of rn…

[rafedaddy01]

“As a special treat tonight, I’m going to sing a little something I came up with while writing this song”

“I bet your house is where my other sock is”

“How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz”

I lip synced this last part as I made eye contact with drew in the crowd,

“It’s my birthday tomorrow I want dick please”

The crowd went wild as drew smirked.

I finished my set and thanked everyone for coming out tonight and I made my way backstage, ready to get out of these clothes and head home.

“You know I’m really good at reading lips” a voice behind me said, making me jump.

I looked up in the mirror I was sitting in front of in my dressing room and saw Drew’s figure.

“I know” I said smirking as I unpinned my hair. Letting it fall down to my shoulders.

He watched my every move from the back.

“It’s almost midnight.. what do you say I give you your birthday present a little earlier?” He said lowly as he walked closer.

I turned around and looked up at him

He closed the gap between us as he leaned down and pulled me into a kiss.

I pulled him closer by grasping the back of his neck, making us almost tumble out of the seat.

He pulled away and we both giggled

“I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since we met” I said biting my lip

“Me too” he said smiling.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the couch I had in the corner of the room

He laid me down and hovered on top of me

“Just because it’s your birthday I’ll be gentle” he winked as he kissed me, moving his kisses lower down my body. On my neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, and lastly, stopping as he came face to face with my clothed core.

He looked up at me, asking for permission.

Of course I granted him, nodding my head and biting my lip.

He smirked as he slowly slid my panties down my body.

I had gotten undressed prior so there was not many items to take off. Only a lacey bra and matching panties with a white silk robe. The robe long forgotten on the ground with the panties now, leaving me in my bra.

He grinned at how wet I was.

“I hope you weren’t this wet while on stage, naughty naughty” he tsked as he kissed each inner thigh.

I groaned at the lack of affection he was giving.

“Drew..” I moaned as his kisses ran higher, stopping just before the area I needed him most.

His nose nudged my clit, making me jerk back.

“Oo sensitive” he teased as his fingers danced up my thighs.

He grasped them and pulled me closer to him on the couch.

He got comfortable on his knees and got to work.

His lips glided over my sex, tongue stopping on my slit and licking up.

A small whimper escaped my lips.

He carefully placed his mouth on my clit and sucked, flicking his tongue ever so slightly to get me worked up.

I whined and wiggled as he went slower and slower, indulging in every moment, taking in every facial expression I made and every sound that came out of my mouth.

“Drew.. please” I begged.

He gripped my thighs harder as he pushed my body down and devoured my harder.

I moaned and screamed his name as his tongue worked magic on me.

Working it’s way inside me and tasting everything I was giving him.

I gushed all over his face, soaking his tongue.

He pulled back and my juices sat on his chin as he used the back of his hand to wipe it off

“Taste so good” he mumbled as he came up to my face.

I pulled him in for a kiss, tasting myself made me more aroused

“Fuck me” I groaned as he pulled back.

He undid his belt and slid his pants down with his boxers.

His hard dick shooting up, making my mouth water as I imaged how itd be pulsating inside me.

He pulled me up a bit as he positioned himself to my entrance.

He rubbed the tip of his dick to my clit, getting me wetter by the second.

I moaned as he slid his dick in between my folds and teased my bud once more.

“Shit” I arched my back, giving him the perfect opportunity to slid inside me

“Oh” I whimpered at his size stretching me out.

“Happy birthday” he groaned as he slammed his hips against me.

@v21sstuff

I hope this is what you wanted. I tried my best 😭This is a request for one of sabrina carpenters songs ‘Nonsense’ and how she does the outros for them.