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ghouljams · 3 months

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Brain rotten by the idea of topping the cod men.

Personnaly I'm a super soft dom and heavily into body worship and praise... so just imagining doing that to this people have me vibrating with want.

Could you imagine forcing this guys to look you in the eyes when you praise them ? Being kissed everywhere, touched with so much care and want and yearning ? You can tell its almost too intimate and uncomfortable for them (I'm thinking ghost in particular here) to see so much devotion in your eyes. To have you making them acknowledge it. To force them to see your truth. That they are lovely. Wanted. Worshipped.

What about praise ? I'm so sure soap should love that. Love being told what's good. How. Specifically. Getting lost in the praised, in the poetry you slur into his neck after bitting him because kissing isn't enough anymore you want him so bad you want to consume him.

And the after care ??? Imagine holding gaz, making him feel safe. Loved. Imaging becoming a safe space. Somewhere so precious and kind he can just let go. Somewhere he feel seen and accepted and loved and respected and cared about.

Yeah. Hope my brainstorms make yours vibe with that idea.

Also I'm heavily into orgasm denial so that too lol

Love it when doms are in my inbox, yes welcome, thank you for blessing me with this. Allow me to continue dominating these men (plus Price and König) under the cut

Ghost absolutely melts for a soft dom, you cannot convince me otherwise. He'd be good at taking punishments, a hard dom would provide a very different release for him, but I am a service switch so I am always going to want to absolutely overstimulate this man. Make him look you in the eyes while you jerk him off, cooing all sorts of sweet praise, squeezing hard every time he looks away or closes his eyes. Making sure he knows he isn't allowed to move or speak unless asked to, and then just lavishing attention onto him. He'd be brain dead in minutes, absolutely drunk on affection.

If you wanted to go the hard dom route he can take a few smacks, it just makes his breathing harder, makes him inch a little closer to breaking and fucking you into the floor. It's a good method for testing his limits, he likes knowing that you can push him right to the edge and keep him there, likes knowing he has control over himself to such a degree. I think Ghost gets off on knowing he did something correctly, he likes making his partner come because that means he did something right, and doing something right is the same as doing something good in his mind. That's why you'll never catch Simon Riley being a brat, the man needs to stay in the lines you/he have drawn so that he feels like he's in control. He's a pleasure to use, and I personally love that for him.

Soap is a fucking brat. I mean, the man has absolute switch energy but what is a dom if not a brat that gets what they want? Soap is also a fucking DOG. He will pull on the leash but as soon as you have your hands on him he's whining and begging for more. Hit him with a "What a polite mutt you are when I do x" and he'll whine about wanting to be a brat "but it feels too good." You have to bite him because after a certain point he's sinking his teeth into you. He needs something to hold onto, something to ground on, and that means biting, lots of biting. You can't ask him to beg, that just brings the brat out, unless you want a reason to punish him.

I am firmly on the Soap is a masochist train. He loves it, smack him hard across the face and he'll purr for you. The flip side of this is that masochists are almost always sadists too, they love pain so why wouldn't they do that to you? Soap needs a firm hand, needs someone pushing his head down and stepping on his cock, he's thrilled, he's drooling. After care is a must with this one, he'll be the most docile you'll ever see him, he will ask you to cockwarm him.

Gaz. Ooooh I fucking adore Gaz, come here baby I just wanna kiss all over your face. All praise. All body worship. Overstimulate him and make sure he's firing blanks, if you let him come at all. Strikes me as the sort of sub that wants it to be drawn out. Ride him until he's begging then pull off, make him watch you play with yourself until you start fucking him again. He loves the denial aspect of it, loves knowing that you're getting off even if he isn't. He's the type of guy to rut against the bed while he's giving you oral, happy to come in his pants after your third orgasm. Gaz would absolutely benefit from a soft dom, creating that space where he can just let go and stop being for a while would be so wonderful for him.

He'd likely be into some lowkey public play. Nicknames said with a little too much deference, coming up and hugging you from behind just so no one can see how hard he is when you tell him "good job out there, Sergeant." Always touchy with you, always cuddled up to you when you're on the couch. Lay on top of him like a weighted blanket he loves it. Aftercare is always top notch because it's just more babying and taking care of Gaz. He'll drag you off for a shower or a bath and just doze with you while you clean up. Do not ask him any questions for at least an hour, the man is gone.

Price.... He'll let you think you're in charge as long as he thinks it's fun. You have to know his lines really well in order to avoid them. He won't dip into sub space or anything like that, but he understands the release that comes with domming and if that's what you need he'll do it. You know those people who are so submissive they're willing to dom if their partner asks them, that's Price but the opposite. He's dominant to a degree that he is willing to direct you through topping him because he knows you need it. You can fuck him, he's absolutely having a great time, but watch out. Praise works better than degradation for him, I think if you were ever to tip him towards being truly submissive you'd have to be jerking him off, whispering praise in his ear. He'd rest his head against your shoulder and shudder when you squeeze his cock.

You can get him most of the way there, but the man is hard wired to look after people. Miscalculate or degrade him too far and he'll flip the script. You'll be the one begging if you're not careful. It's a very sophisticated game you two play, but if you're having a bad day, you can take it out on him.

König is a lot like Price. He's hard wired to be alert, so slipping him into that soft fuzzy space is hard. The best, and I mean best, way to do it is to get him absolutely fuck-drunk. Make him lose his damn mind because it all feels too good, he will be mush. Brain fried. You just gotta get him there. Lots of overstimulation or lots and lots of edging. I think König is the king(lol) of edging. I have no reason to believe this, except I think he edges if he's going into the field... really ups his aggression and makes him think less about the atrocities he commits. He'll lay on the bed and edge himself while you kiss him and whisper praises to him. He will beg for you to fuck him, will beg to be inside you, will beg for you to give him the word so he can come. He's an animal, and you should treat him like one.

The problem is that he's unpredictable once he's actually inside you(if that's what you decide on). He might keep listening to you. He also might growl for you to shut up and force a hand over your mouth, or your face into the pillows so he can fuck you how he likes without listening to you try to dominate him. He's going to take what he wants, and the only thing he'll listen to at that point is a safe word. Another masochist... please hurt him, he's begging for blood. Dangerous because again... the masochism does bleed(haha) into sadism for him. He loves pain, you should love it too... He wants to hurt you, but no more than you deserve(or ask for). Watch the lines you push with him.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Three for One 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Tis the sleazins

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You keep the small lamp next to the bed on through the night. You slip into a shallow doze, aware of Ernie’s deep breaths and your ears' thrum in the silence of the room. After hours of this, you finally dip beneath the threshold of true sleep. The deep sort that blocks out even dreams. You are thoughtless in the void.

A swirling sensation comes over you. A subconscious dizziness that weighs down your body. The achy paralysis of an all consuming fatigue.

The layers of your unconscious slake away one by one. Your breathing picks up, your eyes roll beneath their lids, your body tingles as your senses return to you. Little by little, you float towards reality.

It’s as if you’re being tugged between two forces. The dregs of your exhaustion battle with a sharp plucking you can’t place. Your voice tickles your ears, bringing you closer to the world. Your lashes flutter as you moan, a tremor between your thighs as heat brews in your pelvis.

Your eyes snap open and your head pops up. You choke as your dry throat catches the scream that rises from your lungs. First at the memory of where you are, then at the sight of the body between your thighs. The shoulders that keep you splayed as he man bows his head to your cunt.

You try to holler but again it shrivels to a pathetic whine. His tongue smothers your resistance as he laps at your clit, swiping and suckling, playing with you expertly. You fall back and grasp the pillow, back arching instinctively into him.

He chuckles, the noise rippling into you as his fingertips brush up your thigh. Rubbing and tracing along the flesh, closer and closer to their price. Your gasp as he feels along your folds, gliding between them as he hums and tastes, drinking up the pleasure slickens your lips.

He rolls your bud between his teeth playful as he prods at your entrance. He pushes, threatening to slide inside, then pulls back, roving up between your folds and down again. He does this again and again, each time sending a tide rattling through you.

He snickers and pushes a single finger into you. Easily sliding into his lowest knuckle, curling his finger as he tests your limits. He extends his finger again, measuring your depth and eases it out. This time, he aligns two thick digits and shoves them into you, a fiery stretch radiating into your stomach.

There’s that stubborn voice telling you to push him away, to kick and hit, to do anything but let him keep going. You can’t. It’s delectable. The short trim of hair on his lip adds just enough friction to make you writhe. How can someone so repugnant make you feel so good? Almost as good as your pulse vibrator.

You swing your hand down and latch onto his hair. You fist the strands as you put your other palm to the shave sides. You buck your hips, trying to control his rhythm as he slides in and out of you. He snarls as he wiggles his head, purring as he laps you up.

You feel your orgasm twisting and twisting. The tension knots in your muscles and curls your toes. It has you quiver as you shove his head down and moan. Your walls squeeze his fingers as a gush flows out around his knuckles.

He snickers and keeps going. You puff and push on his head as his tending grows overbearing. You try to roll him away from you but he pins you flat. He rams in as deep as he can, pressing against the sensitive ridge just behind your entrance.

You squeal and shake. Oh god, it’s too much. You don’t even think it’s him. It’s just the effort. It’s been a while since you were with a man who did more than wander aimlessly around your cunt.

He seals his lips around your clit and sucks. The pressure is immaculate. It swells and your climax spills over again. You drag your hands away from his head and brace the bed. You get lost in the whirlwind of your own pleasure.

He pops his mouth off of you. You spasm as your head lolls. You look down at him, unable to close your legs as he stays nestled between them. His mustache glistens from your stolen delight.

“Like that, kitten?” He winks.

“Wha…” you garble and push yourself up on your elbows. He keeps his fingers in you, wiggle them until you squeak.

“Those other dicks won’t treat you like a nine course buffet,” he rocks his hand at an easy tempo, “mmmm,” his eyes flick down to your cunt as he watches himself finger you, “Merry fucking Christmas, huh?”

“Wh- where–” you can hardly think straight. Something’s off, something’s missing. Is this some demented dream?

You flinch as a beep comes from the other side of the door. He doesn’t react or stop. The mechanism whirs back and the door opens. You drop your head and hide under your arm in shame before you can see who it is.

“What the fuck?” The other man exclaims, “Lloyd, get off her–”

“Breakfast, most important meal of the day,” he chuckles as his breath dances over your cunt and he leans in again. Before he can meet your cunt, he’s pulled away, his hand ripped unceremoniously from between your legs.

“This isn’t what we agreed on,” Andy snarls.

“Keep saying it and I might fucking care,” Lloyd retorts.

You close your legs and bend them as you pull down your skirt. You push yourself up against the pillows, folding yourself as small as you can as you stare at the men’s shoulders. Andy has Lloyd by the front of his black turtleneck as Lloyd grips his forearms in turn.

Andy inhales deeply and lets it out through his nose. He peeks over at you as you put your palms to your cheeks. You give a sheepish look, averting your eyes to the bedspread.

“Outside.”

Andy tries to move Lloyd. He can’t. The men stare each other down. The latter scoffs and shoves the other’s hands off his collar. The part, squaring their shoulders and posturing like animals.

Not a word passes between them as Lloyd raises his two fingers, “let me just get cleaned up.”

He sucks his fingers clean and you grimace, turning your head to hide behind your eyelids. He snickers again and a sole scuff before footfalls trail out the door. Another deep breath and another pair of steps pace away. The door closes and you’re left to silent confusion.

You look around the room as more of the previous night pieces together. You bounce to the edge of the bed in a sudden panic as you look around. Ernie!

You hear a scratch, then another, and a puff of nostrils. You spin to face the small door on the opposite side of the room. You round the bed and turn the handle, finding both your dog and an en suite bathroom.

“Oh, Ern, thank god,” you bend to hug him around the neck. He smells like bacon. You stand as you pat his head; he must’ve been lured in by the delicious cured meat. “Silly.”

You drag your hand away and turn to the room. You look around as you consider your options. There aren’t many. That door is locked and the walls are soundproof. You’re not going to be saved by some miracle hero. You’re also not going to fight off three men for much longer. Not through brute strength.

Give a little, get a lot. This isn’t a typical fight. It’s three against one. You’re outnumbered. You can’t win alone, but you also won’t gain any allies. There is something they say about that; the enemy of my enemy…

You go to the tall wardrobe and open the door. You pick out a red sweater dress with bell sleeves that ends just across your thighs. With it, you take a pair of similarly coloured panties; a thong but the least skimpy of the collection. You also grab a pair of black knee socks to keep your toes warm.

Ernie goes to the door and lays down in front of it. He’s always your little guard. Wherever you are, he puts himself between you and any entrance. He’s like a furry knight.

You go into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. You flip on the light and take in the space. A typical bathroom; a shower with a completely transparent wall, shining counters, and a porcelain toilet beneath a silver set of shelves.

There’s a towel on the bar. You put the clothes on the closed toilet and undress. You crank on the shower and wait for the booth to fog up. You step inside and let the heat soak into you. It’s almost comforting, as much peace as you’ll find in this place.

You use that moment to think. You don’t have a clear plan. You can’t have one but you have an idea. As much as you can barely stand those men, they would say the same of each other. You can use that.

You use the body soap in the bottle with the cupcake as a cap. You smell like a candle as you rinse off. You turn off the flow of water and turn to the door. You push it open and step onto the mat, stopping short as you find someone waiting on the other side.

Andy sputters as his eyes rove up and down your body. You cross your arms, and hand over your pelvis as you gasp and shy away. He clears his throat and snatches the towel off the bar, holding it out as his eyes skim the ceiling.

“Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to scare you–”

“It’s fine,” you assure him as you accept the towel and cover yourself. You gotta get your shit together. You have to let them think they have you cornered but you can’t really get yourself stuck. “I was just cleaning up, I’m sorry. I… I should’ve asked.”

“No, it’s okay,” he assures you, “I should be sorry. About Lloyd. He shouldn’t have… just barged in.”

“Oh, uh…” you look away. You’re genuinely embarrassed.

“He likes to do whatever he wants. Not anymore. I’ll make sure of that, honey. If he pulls anything, I want you to tell me, can you do that?”

You turn back to him. You meet his eyes. You see the strain around them. He’s fighting not to look down.

“Sure,” you agree.

“Good,” he says, “I…” He glances around, “I should let you get dressed. When you’re ready, you can come out and join us.”

“Okay,” you smile and sway back and forth, “Andy?”

He looks at you, his eyes alight, “yes, honey?”

“You said you won’t let them hurt me, right?”

He nods, his face softening, “I won’t.”

You let your lips tremble and squeeze the top of the towel, “promise?”

“I promise,” he assures you. “You’re precious to me. I…” he swallows, “I wouldn’t have done all this if you weren’t.”

“I… you’re right, it is a lot,” you go to the sink and look in the mirror before taking a bottle of expensive cream from the shelf over the toilet. You read the label, “you know, I could never afford this on my own. Ninety-five dollars an ounce.”

“I know,” he drones, “it’s why I got it for you.”

“You?” You hold onto the small tube as you peek at him.

“The others… they helped me get you. That’s it. Everything else, I did. For you.”

“That’s so sweet,” a tremor breaks through your voice, an unintended affect.

“Let me know if I missed anything,” he inches back slowly, “if you need… anything.”

“I will,” you turn back to your reflection. You know he doesn’t mean anything. If you asked him to take you home, you don’t think he’d listen.

You wait for him to go. You only realise when he’s gone that you really are shaking. You’re afraid. Even if these men are dumb, they scare you. You have to be very careful.

🎀

When you’re dressed, you find the door open, waiting for you. You go down the hall as you hear a commotion. Ernie’s paws tap on the floor as he wiggles in his pre-meal dance. He must be so hungry!

He drools as he threatens to jump up at Ransom who holds the open bag of kibble in his arms. You know by the torn top that it’s the very same from your cupboard. He fights to keep from spilling as he’s corned by the Saint Bernard.

“He’s going to bite me!” He yells.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Lloyd appears in the doorway, “you got one job, the dog food. So feed the damn dog.”

“You feed it,” Ransom slams the bag down on the table against the wall, “just watch your fingers.”

Ransom holds up his bandaged hand; Ernie’s work. You almost laugh. You’re proud of your boy.

“Ah, hello, pussy cat,” Lloyd turns his attention on you, “look who’s up from her cat nap.”

You blink at him dumbly. He smirks smugly and winks, pointing at you with two fingers. Those two fingers. You shudder.

“I can feed him,” you offer. “He needs a bowl.”

You head for the front room but Lloyd is quick to block you as he stretches his arm across the expanse of the hallway, “I’m still a bit peckish, can I get something to eat?”

You cringe and back up. Ransom comes closer as Ernie’s distracted by the bag of kibble, his nose pressed to the side. You gulp as the men zero in on you.

“She tastes like honey,” Lloyd comments, “you want some? I’ll bend her over and you can go through the back, huh?”

Ransom snickers as he steps up next to Lloyd, “how do you know?”

Lloyd growls and tilts his head, “how do you think?”

“How the fuck did you get away with that?”

“I didn’t,” Lloyd sneers, “Mr. Bossy Pants spoiled the meal.”

“Uh, oh, please, I… it’s Christmas,” you show your palms, “so I think we should, er–”

“It’s Christmas so why don’t you give us a present?” Ransom grins, “got a couple I can think of under that sweater.”

“I– but Andy–”

A sudden crash and scatter makes you all flinch. The men turn and you look between them to find Ernie tearing into the bag of kibble. You rush forward, elbowing the men as you race towards him. You pull him back by the collar, barely able to keep him from pigging out.

“Please, he needs a bowl,” you plead, “he’s on a controlled diet.”

“He’s a dog,” Lloyd sniffs.

“Yeah? And you gave him bacon!” You accuse.

“What’s going on?” Andy appears from the front room.

“Great,” Lloyd grumbles.

“Stupid dog,” Ransom snarls, “that’s what’s going on.”

“Honey,” Andy ignores them, rushing to you, “are you okay?”

“No,” you pout, “if he eats too much, he’ll be sick.”

“Aw, it’s okay,” he rubs you back through the sweater. You note how eager he is to touch you. “I’ll clean up, you get him in the kitchen.”

“I’ll go with her,” Lloyd offers, “there’s knives in there.”

“Ransom,” Andy grits and rescinds his hand as he turns to glare at Lloyd, “you can take her.”

The other two men stare each other down, just like before. That argument isn’t over and you’re not sure it ever will be. Whatever their plan is doesn’t seem to be going as they expected. You can only hope that it doesn’t.

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harrysonlylover · 1 year

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Patience is a virtue*

Summary: in which he finds a road between punishment and pleasure.

Trope: CEO!H

WC:4.1k

Warnings: usage of pills, edging, usage of toys, MATURE CONTENT, anal, mastubration (f and m)

CEO!H Masterlist

Harry sat in his home office, his fingers tapping on the keyboard and body relaxed in sweatpants and a white cotton shirt rather than a suffocating but of course stylish suit. That is what he considers the perks of working from home.

Every two weeks he grants his entire company a vacation of two days, whether they work in the company building itself, the factory or in shipments and delivery services, every single employee is awarded a break. Not even security guards work, instead the building gets activated with advanced security methods such as a laser security system, sensors and Pleasing robots designed specifically for protection mode.

He is supposed to be resting yes, but he is far too enthusiastic to do that. Harry understands the importance of breaks very well, in fact if he was overtiring himself, he wouldn’t be doing this right now.

He is preparing a report concerning the plug he experimented with you earlier last month during your little role play incident. It is by far one of the best products he ever invented and he smirks knowing you are the muse behind it.

Each time you had sex, you’d whine and pout when he pulls out, even when he comes inside you or tucks himself in all night, you’d wake up irritated because he slipped out due to your wetness and his cum as lubricants.

That boosted his ego, it really did. He thought of you as his amazing girl who’s obsessed with his cock just as much as he is in love with your sweet cunt. And well, for you he’d do anything.

He is almost done with the report, he only needs to send it to the lab then plan a meeting with the board for advertising purposes. He glances at the clock that indicates it’s half past two.

He moves around the room, stretching his muscles to release the knots from the uncomfortable seating then heads to see where you are. You’ve been quiet this whole time. Too quiet.

His feet guide him to the kitchen where an empty cereal bowl lays unwashed. Odd ,he thinks. You hate messy areas.

You can’t be working out since you have a gym program together that most of the time ends with sweaty sex. Perhaps you’re doing some yoga, and god he worships the body it gave you.

He makes his way up the stairs, to your shared bedroom and finds the door half open with low unusual sounds sounding from inside.

He peaks his head in slowly and supports his hand on the wall to find you laid back against the sheets, one hand holding a Pleasing vibrator to your cunt and the other roaming between your breasts, as you touch all around your body reaching your clit.

He is already hardening inside his pants, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, it’s like your arousal and need for pleasure calls for his.

He loves that you enjoy discovering your body and experiencing the bliss of orgasms, your soft skin shuddering when you cum and your puffy cunt spasming around nothing.

Harry backs away from the door feeling himself go through many emotions, he loved the way you pleasure yourself; he can’t be upset about that yet he aches to be the one to provide it.

At least he’d want to be there while you do it , guide you through it and tease you. Perhaps you assumed he’s too indulged in that report and he really was, but his mind is always with you.

He cooks up something inside his head, not a punishment but both a patience and pleasure test.

He slowly goes down the stairs, into his office and closes the door behind him.

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You stared at the messy kitchen that was left after your breakfast, Harry was locked up in his office since the morning but you can’t complain. He said it would take a few hours only then he’d spend the entire day with you doing whatever your heart desires.

The kisses he left on your collarbone still linger as your necklace (his initial) grazes against your bare neck.

“When did I ever lie to you? I promise it’s only a couple of hours, do what you like and when I’m done whatever your heart desires will happen.” Harry mumbled quickly leaning in to leave wet kisses starting from the curve of your breasts , softly pecking your nipple as he moved up to your collarbone , groaning at the sight of his initial.

“I know but I’ll just miss you.” You swiped your fingers through his curls , feeling your heart shudder from his kisses.

“If it gets too much, come to me and sit in my lap, I’m never busy for you.”

He is everything you could ever ask for, after he left, you did some yoga and listened to songs but soon enough you found yourself needing him in other ways.

You rarely resorted to your fingers and vibrator but desperate times call for desperate measures, if you teased your fiancée now, he’d fuck you all day long till you pass out and wake up tomorrow with a sex hangover.

You returned to your bed where the sheets are still messy and tangled and got your vibrator from the box in the room attached to the bedroom where it’s designed for extreme pleasure. But that’s for other times.

You managed to get two mind blowing orgasms, the aftermath was weird though. You felt more ache than before, it’s like your cunt knows nothing will suit it except your fiancée’s cock.

You clenched your thighs together and realized that a third orgasm would be pointless unless given to you by Harry. You put everything back in place and distracted your mind with cleaning up and an episode of a documentary. He must be done by now.

You decided to wait for him as you could feel yourself having symptoms of sex deprivation or should you call it withdrawals of not having his cock?

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Harry shut down his laptop with an audible sigh, the excitement of playing with you added to that of the initial one revolving around finishing the report.

He can hear the faint sound of the TV as he steps inside your living room, your head is pushed back against the cushions and your legs across the table.

“So what are you up to?” he stands behind you and begins massaging your shoulders, making you choke on the popcorn.

“Just a random documentary.” You manage to mutter trying to ignore the way his hands feel against your skin.

“Really? I’m not sure that’s what you were doing a while ago, using the very same product I designed to get off.” He whispered in your ear as his hands shift to your neck, slowly rubbing at your skin.

Your breath got caught in your throat, he saw you? Not that you were trying to hide it , but you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

“I asked you something dove.” He pressed at your neck pushing it backwards as you met up with his face.

“Hmm you were busy, if I told you, you wouldn’t have finished that report.”

“Fair point, but here’s what love, I cooked up something for us.” He trailed his finger down to your chest, removing the straps of your top then touching your bare breasts.

“Not a punishment, can’t say I’m a fan of these.” Your skin was covered in goosebump as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“It’s a game of patience and pleasure, you couldn’t handle waiting for me , but you’re still wet, I can smell it. So let’s add in tolerance?” his finger was circling around your perky nipples, giving them a slow pinch then a tender massage.

Harry was big on pleasure and testing out each other’s limits, he loves exploring his sexual life , but the plot twist is that you do too. Like a match made in hell.

“Did you eat after breakfast?” he asked caressing your cheek.

“Hmm I did, had a bowl of fruits.”

“Atta girl, I’m going to get something that we’ve done before but in a different way, if you don’t want to tell me immediately.” You nodded as he gave you a last kiss before heading off to your bedroom.

“And strip down, I want nothing on your body.” He shouted while disappearing inside.

You smirked knowing this was what you wanted, to play all day, he already promised to do what you desire and he’s doing it despite not telling him. What a man you have.

He was right, you were still wet. Nothing can beat being fully naked as whatever is beneath you grazes your skin, and the air along with the sun from the window wrap your body in an embrace.

Harry returned with a grin planted on his face. He was also fully naked, walking around with his cock swinging , and tattoos on display.

“Nice ass.” You teased him as he filled up two cups of water.

“Thanks love, it loves your tongue.” He approached you and gave you the cup of water, revealing a pill in his hand.

Cheeky motherfucker.

It was a Pleasing sex pill.

“You’re in a mood today.” You took the pill , swallowing it down with a big gulp of water.

He did the same then placed both cups in the sink. He also brought a box with him, you’re assuming the sex hangover might last longer than a day.

You tried these pills once or twice before; they’re designed for both men and women by his scientists’ team. You never faced any problem with them, they helped you experience an immense amount of pleasure.

Harry helped you relax against the sofa in a nice position and proceeded in one of his routines. Kissing your body.

His lips puckered against your right leg gently, up to your thigh where he kept prepping kisses, his mouth hovered over your wet cunt breathing it in and allowing his nose to graze the wetness then let out a loud groan.

He placed a delicate kiss to your clit continuing to leave love bites on your inner thighs, up to your pelvis. Soft wet pecks to every inch of your skin , giving extra love to your pelvis and tummy because ‘his child will be there one day’.

He pushed you on your stomach to give you love from behind, he also managed to bite your ass cheek while at it and traced your back whilst loving on it then hoisted you up again to resume his work on your chest.

He goes at it slow to not forget or ignore any inch, from the left to the right with his cupid shaped mouth, and hand roaming between your thighs rubbing at them up and down.

“My woman’s perfect body, so divine.”

“I love this *kiss* a goddess is what you are *kiss*”

“You’re my person, and this body is what I worship.”

“I can’t believe you’re mine, I’m so blessed, aren’t I?”

“The great gods sculpted your body, and I get to love on it.”

“My woman, my lady, my fiancée , my lover, let me kiss your body everyday please.”

He mumbled against your skin, sentence after sentence non stop till he reached your breasts and fondled with them giving them extra love. He littered your neck with love bites , they were very passionate and many in number that they looked like big bruises.

Eventually he hid his face in the crook of your neck allowing his hand to rest on your hip. You kissed his face exchanging ‘I love you’ s as you waited for the pill to kick in or so you thought.

“I have a feeling that the pill is for something else.”

“You’re a minx, you know that?” He lifted himself off the sofa and left you laying down as he glanced at the clock to see that it’s been 20 minutes since you took the pill.

He propped himself down on the sofa facing you and the grin on his face tells you that your sentimental man is gone, and his devilish side is out.

“Here’s what darling, before we begin, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. The pill will kick in now and I want to watch you squirm around , helpless and wet. Just a tolerance test yeah?”

His arms were stretched widely showing his biceps, his cock was erect reaching his stomach and his plump thighs were a sight.

“You’re going to watch me touch myself because I have to compensate the orgasm you had without me.”

Your face was flushed red hearing him tell you all that. He wants to edge you till you’re shaking, you’ve done that before but not with a pill that makes you horny in ungodly ways.

“Hey H, that’s not fair.” You whined feeling the effect of the pill beginning.

“Open your legs facing me, I want to see your cunt.” You did as you were told , groaning at the neediness that’s rising out of your pussy.

Harry’s cock was not only erect and red thanks to the pill but leaking precum too and engorged with veins. It looked painful.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft, moaning loudly at the feeling before spitting on the head and moving slowly from the base to the tip.

“How does it feel to see me touching myself? It feels so good with the pill, I’m edging myself too you know? I could be buried inside your warm pussy now.” He spoke as he panted , his curls covering his face and his abs contracted as his whole body tensed at the teasing.

“Harry this isn’t funny, just fuck me.” You squirmed around , digging your nails into the cushions as the subtle breeze blowing at your cunt felt like torture.

He didn’t listen to you, only smirked and kept going, gritting his teeth at the feeling of his precum sliding all over his cock. He picked up some on his finger bringing it to his mouth sucking them off as he held eye contact with you.

“You honestly look like a dog in heat and I love it.” He began thrusting faster and spread his legs wider to give you a clear view of his cock.

“Poor baby, about to pass out because she needs her man’s cock. Is that what you want me to do? To stick it in and relieve you?” he teased even more with a grin, you were drooling at his cock that’s so erect and you could feel your wetness dripping.

All the blood was rushing to your clit that’s now engorged and swollen, it really hurts. He was right, you feel like you’re in heat, aching and urging to hump on something, anything for some friction.

Your breath was unsteady and your whole body was heating up as you whined on and on, swaying your legs from side to side and getting shouted at if you closed them together.

“What a pretty puffy pussy , so sensitive and all for me, it’s waiting for my cock. That’s all it needs all day, for me to keep fucking and using it.” He whimpered as he gripped his cock harshly before arching his back and cumming all over his hand and thighs.

He released a big load, covering his whole shaft in white glistening cum as he pushed his head back in ecstasy and breathed heavily.

You almost drooled at the amount of cum, you wanted to suck it all off him and swallow it down your throat. The pain was getting unbearable and your cunt was clenching and pulsating.

“Look at your tight pussy, opening up and clenching inviting my cock in. No wonder you’re a cockslut.” He walked over to you with his hand still wrapped around his leaking shaft.

He gathered some of the cum on his hand then smeared them all over your cunt and slapped your clit before spitting on it.

He watched your pussy pulsate and his cum drip all over it reaching your asshole. He proudly strolled around to the box pulling out your plug.

“Harry just fuck me come on.” You begged as the pill’s effect was getting more and more painful.

He went down on his knees in front of you, stretching his tongue out and lowering it down as he kept eye contact with you. He let the tip of his tongue barely graze your cunt then smirked and shifted to your asshole.

Teasing and edging was all he did.

His tongue massaged your second hole before pouring a generous amount of lube on it, the cold gel made you jolt since your whole body was warm, he then gently inserted your plug inside as you whimpered at the stretch.

Harry lifted you off the couch with his hand around your throat and pulled your mouth into a heated kiss. “Get on your knees and suck your fiancée’s cum, only lick it off nothing more.”

You immediately did as you were told, feeling the burn of the rug on your knees as you wrapped a hand around his shaft initiating a broad lick from the base to the tip. His cum slid on your tongue as you gathered all of it, leaving his cock shining with its remnants.

“Swallow all of it but share some with me.” You stood up on your feet as he helped you to balance yourself wrapping an arm around your waist before joining your lips in a kiss filled with tongue clash and an exchange of his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He pressed a peck to your cheek, then your temple and checked with your safe word.

He lead you to the sofa where he ordered you on all fours, your eyes were welling with tears from the amount of neediness. He removed the plug resulting in you whining loudly at the emptiness.

He grabbed the bottle of lube again and squirted some on his hand and made sure to give your booty hole a good massage and fingering before thrusting his cock inside.

When it comes to anal, he pushes in one swift motion because he knows you love the initial burn of it, he also knows deep down that you’re a slut for anal.

He brought your body up to his chest securing it with an arm around your waist, you held on to his pumped bicep as you moaned feeling his other hand cup your cunt with the cold metal of the rings riling you up even more.

“I want you to stay still, a whore like you will hump my hand which is why I won’t let you move. Just take my cock inside your ass like a good slut.”

You tilted your head backwards against his shoulder as he began plunging in vigorously , the stretch of his cock in your ass made you see stars, you reached the highest level of pleasure especially with his large veined hand cupping your pussy not allowing the poor thing to breathe.

A deep tight feeling in your lower abdomen settled in the more he plunged. You brought his hand to your throat and guided him to manhandle you.

“Dumb whore can’t speak, do you want me to choke you?”

You squeezed at his biceps earning a growl from him. “Ah I see, you want me to choke you with my muscles, you get off the fact that I can manhandle you the way I want and that I’m bulky yeah?”

He brought his bicep near your throat and choked you just enough to turn you on, the position you’re in made it seem as if he’s strangling you, but it was quite the opposite. It felt even better than his hand, despite how much you love his rings leaving bruises around your skin.

“All of this and you’re still dripping over my hand, made it soaking wet. What do I do with you hmm?” you smiled at him as a form of defying since no matter what even you can’t control your cunt.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I bet you’re ready take my cock in your ass and pussy all day.”

“That’s the plan.”

He slapped your clit, hitting it with his rings making you jolt against him as your bundle of nerves was so swollen. Your eyes were rolled backward while he kept itching that one spot in your hole.

“That’s it yes please fuck my ass.”

He moved his hand to your hip forcing you to keep still with a grip so tight it’ll leave bruises around your skin. He thrusted in a primal way and he was breathing against your ear igniting goosebumps in your body.

Your naked bodies were flushed against each other, skin to skin, and you can feel the room fill up with the scent of sweat and sex.

“Fuck I’m cumming, where do you want it?” he asked breathing heavily as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Inside please.”

“Knew you’d say that. It’s what good sluts want, besides the way your little hole is pulling me inside tells me what I need to know.” He bit into your shoulder growling audibly with his hips stilled as he emptied his cum inside your ass.

“H-harry ohh” you can feel his cum fill you up, rope after rope as your ass swallowed it all up taking it in. Your pussy pulsated harder around his hand, he can even feel it beating loudly and sense how warm and snug it is.

The bite mark he left made you whine since you love a little pain and branding during sex. He prepped kisses against your skin while you both came down from a mind blowing orgasm.

He slowly helped you to lay on your stomach before pulling out, allowing the load of cum to drip down your thighs and cover his entire shaft.

He rubbed at your ass diving in to lick what leaked as you gripped the cushions tightly feeling so overstimulated. His tongue meeting your rim made you scream so he pulled away licking his mouth savoring the taste.

Harry inserted the plug again and you felt it go deep inside as his cock stood proudly against his stomach at the sight of a plug designed according to his initial ‘H’. He was foaming at the mouth.

His initial plug in your ass, bite mark on your shoulder, bruises over your hips and waist, his release deep inside you, shaky legs and tears on your face. He himself loved some branding too.

“No cum gone to waste in this household.�� He laid beneath you on the sofa wrapping you around him as he kissed your head and wiped your tears. He rubbed your back soothingly and intertwined your legs together, with soft pecks to your lips.

“Harry?”

“Yes my dove.”

“Will you fuck my pussy pretty please.” You earned a deep chuckle from him as he lifted himself up and smiled at you.

“You still want me to use your cunt?” you nodded at him while he gave you puppy eyes.

He hoisted himself up on his elbows and strolled to the kitchen, you enjoyed the view of his naked body, saving it to yourself. Maybe you should have a nude photoshoot on your film camera.

He returned with a cup of water and a protein bar urging you to have them or ‘no fucking’ . You took both of them as you slowly restored your energy trying not to think about the unbearable ache in your lower abdomen.

You walked around a bit to stretch yourself while Harry relaxed on the sofa with his legs spread and cock miraculously still erect. You noticed the box he got still laying on the table , you skimmed it for anything fun laying your hands on a cock ring.

You brought it with you and showed to Harry who’s face shined at its sight. “You want to control my cock inside your pussy.”

“Hmm I do, wanna feel it vibrate against my walls.”

You helped him put it on and snatched its remote from the box trying not to get down on your knees again at the sight of your fiancée all spread out on the couch , waiting for you to ride him.

“Plug check.” He ordered you making you turn around to him , as he hummed an approval before spanking you and dropping you on his lap.

“Now let my cock choke with that warm cunt of yours , will ya?”

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dancing the line what are we ficlet plsss 🙏🙏

dancing the line, what are we

"-or i was thinking maybe this one?" you paused in front of a sofa, crossing your arms and waiting for your girlfriends input, only it never came. looking up you realized she wasn't with you and your eyebrows knitted into a frown.

"grace? babe?" you called out, cringing a little as several people turned to give you a funny look in the crowded store. "for god sakes." you sighed as you roamed around the furniture store, finally spotting her.

"babe! ya gotta try this, heavenly." your girlfriend sighed, feet kicked out and reclining in an expensive looking massage chair, groaning as her voice vibrated. "baby i need to buy a new sofa today, get up." you chuckled, extending a hand toward her.

"five more minutes." grace sighed, eyes fluttering closed. "no! get up clinton." you kicked her ankle playfully as she huffed but clicked the remote to stop it none the less, hauling herself up. "what bout this one?" your girlfriend asked, gesturing to a brown leather sofa.

"leather? no thank you." you shook your head firmly as grace hummed, the two of you walking around as she pointed out sofa after sofa and you'd find something wrong with each one.

"babe ya've managed to find an issue with every single sofa. what do ya want?" your girlfriend withheld the urge to groan, forcing a pained smile as you both continued to wander around the store.

"that one!" your face lit up and grace let out a quiet sigh of relief as she followed after you. "will it fit in ya livin room?" the blonde questioned skeptically as you sank into the soft grey material.

"go to that end." you nodded, pulling out the tape measure you'd borrowed from mary and handing it to your girlfriend. standing up you both measured it and you nodded.

"yeah, it'll just fit."

"what was that about fittin!" your girlfriend huffed, grunting as the two of you struggled to fit the boxes which contained the parts of your sofa in your front door.

"i said it would fit in the living room! i didn't think about the fucking door. pivot!" you groaned, trying to rotate the last and largest box, the two of you heaving and straining before finally it slot through.

"jesus!" grace exhaled, promptly collapsing to the floor and covering her face with her arm. "thank god thats over." you sighed, pushing the final box out of the way and closing your front door.

"come on, now you have to build it." "don't ya mean we?"

you did not in fact mean we. you watched on from the kitchen as grace squatted down, tightening the legs of the first piece and mumbling away to herself as her eyes scanned the instructions.

"stop checkin me bum out while i do your work!" the blonde turned around and caught your eye with a knowing grin. "hey i'm helping!" you protested, sat up on the counter.

"and exactly how are ya helpin babe?" grace smiled, clearly amused at the thought. "moral support and i'll make you lunch soon." you gave her a cheeky grin, cheering loudly and clapping making her eyes roll as she turned back to her work.

"smells good." you smiled and leaned back into the strong arms which wrapped around you. "it's a sandwich, doesn't smell like anything." you teased, craning your head back as grace only smiled and softly kissed you.

"come on, time to go test the sofa i just built ya!" "we built baby." "i built babe, and i'll be charging ya for me services." "oh really?" your laughter filled the room as the taller girl picked you up, marching over to the sofa and dropping you down, crawling on top of you and ducking down so her lips ghosted yours.

"really, don't want ya in any debt so we best start ya payment plan now then babe."

#woso x reader #grace clinton x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #grace clinton #woso blurbs #woso #engwnt

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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year

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I've always said that kubota did orihime soooooooo dirty >:( she literally has god powers and they get diminished so harshly... I've always viewed her power as her having the ability to Reject phenomena. In canon she rejects the fact that people are injured. What would happen if she rejected the fact that someone was alive? That someone was in her way? Reject the injustices that led to her and her friends' world being turned upside down. Anyway I love that your hime has the spine she deserves and I'm so excited to be completely normal about aeiwam

Some Important facts about Orihime from canon:

Orihime is the #3 student in her entire (fairly large) high school. Girl Ain't Stupid- if anything, the fact that she's wildly unorthodox in her projects and STILL pulls those kinds of grades and test scores suggests that her teachers are grading her like that because her weird-ass approaches to assignments demonstrate a thorough understanding of the material, so she may actually be smarter than Uryuu, the #1 student who gives me very strong "I'm very good at taking tests and telling teachers what they want to hear, so I can pull good grades even if I have no clue what the subject is" Vibes.

Orihime cooks weird damn food, and enjoys it. She also has strange ideas about what's cute, exceptionally brightly colored clothes relative to everyone else, and does things like get lost following dragonflies for hours on end. Screams sensory processing Weirdness to me. Maybe I'm projecting a bit here, but Sensory processing disorders come with sensory euphoria too- I get to enjoy a huge variety of strange foods and the sound of rain gives me physical joy.

Orihime's best friends* are: -The School's Self-affected "weird boy who might be a delinquent or possibly just insane" guy -A Butch Jock With Anger Issues -The Crafts Club president who has So Much Gender Happening, and also sort-of grew up in a cult -The Giant, scary-looking guy who keeps smuggling small animals into school. -A Genuine sociopath whose family probably has Yakuza Connections -An extremely powerful supernatural being who is like five times her age -Keigo. This is not the friend group of a "Normal"

Taken together, these points form a constellation of THIS GIRL GOT AUTISM. LIKE SO MUCH. LEVEL 999 AUTISM MAGE. She's full of strange joy and magnificently weird and experiencing reality four steps to the left of everyone else AND SHE IS SO, SO SMART.

So in the fic, when she sees Ichigo freaking out because Rukia has been Kidnapped back to Soul Society on Bullshit criminal charges, Orihime does what every autistic person I know does, and immediately begins drafting a Solution.

Namely She begins drafting an extraction plan. She gets slightly in over her head with details about what data they need, how much and what kind of resistance they'd be facing etc. etc. until she realizes she needs some concrete answers and, without regard to social conventions like "time" and "Personal space", more or less kicks in the door to Urahara's shop at 2AM, marches directly into his bedroom and starts interrogating him about the civil services in soul society, yes it's weird you sleep naked with your cat sir but I'm not here to pass judgment I'm here to get answers you can put pants on later.

After the resounding success of their operation in Soul Society, the hardest part when Ulquiorra comes to kidnap her and gives her the completely insane circumstances of "you will be invisible and go through walls for 12 hours, prepare yourself." is not vibrating with the absolute mania of the chance to go to Los Noches and FUCK. SHIT. UP.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #bleach fanfic

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What is Artemis I?

On November 14, NASA is set to launch the uncrewed Artemis I flight test to the Moon and back. Artemis I is the first integrated flight test of the Space Launch System (SLS) rocket, the Orion spacecraft, and Exploration Ground Systems at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. These are the same systems that will bring future Artemis astronauts to the Moon.

Standing 322 feet (98 meters) tall, the SLS rocket comprises of a core stage, an upper stage, two solid boosters, and four RS-25 engines. The SLS rocket is the most powerful rocket in the world, able to carry 59,500 pounds (27 metric tons) of payloads to deep space — more than any other vehicle. With its unprecedented power, SLS is the only rocket that can send the Orion spacecraft, astronauts, and cargo directly to the Moon on a single mission.

Before launch, Artemis I has some big help: the Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB) at KSC is the largest single-story building in the world. The VAB was constructed for the assembly of the Apollo/Saturn V Moon rocket, and this is where the SLS rocket is assembled, maintained, and integrated with the Orion spacecraft. 

The mobile launcher is used to assemble, process, and launch the SLS rocket and Orion spacecraft. The massive structure consists of a two-story base and a tower equipped with a number of connection lines to provide the rocket and spacecraft with power, communications, coolant, and fuel prior to launch.

Capable of carrying 18 million pounds (8.2 million kg) and the size of a baseball infield, crawler-transporter 2 will transport SLS and Orion the 4.2 miles (6.8 km) to Launch Pad 39B. This historic launch pad was where the Apollo 10 mission lifted off from on May 18, 1969, to rehearse the first Moon landing.

During the launch, SLS will generate around 8.8 million pounds (~4.0 million kg) of thrust, propelling the Orion spacecraft into Earth’s orbit. Then, Orion will perform a Trans Lunar Injection to begin the path to the Moon. The spacecraft will orbit the Moon, traveling 40,000 miles beyond the far side of the Moon — farther than any human-rated spacecraft has ever flown.

The Orion spacecraft is designed to carry astronauts on deep space missions farther than ever before. Orion contains the habitable volume of about two minivans, enough living space for four people for up to 21 days. Future astronauts will be able to prepare food, exercise, and yes, have a bathroom. Orion also has a launch abort system to keep astronauts safe if an emergency happens during launch, and a European-built service module that fuels and propels the spacecraft.

While the Artemis I flight test is uncrewed, the Orion spacecraft will not be empty: there will be three manikins aboard the vehicle. Commander Moonikin Campos will be sitting in the commander’s seat, collecting data on the vibrations and accelerations future astronauts will experience on the journey to the Moon. He is joined with two phantom torsos, Helga and Zohar, in a partnership with the German Aerospace Center and Israeli Space Agency to test a radiation protection vest.

A host of shoebox-sized satellites called CubeSats help enable science and technology experiments that could enhance our understanding of deep space travel and the Moon while providing critical information for future Artemis missions.

At the end of the four-week mission, the Orion spacecraft will return to Earth. Orion will travel at 25,000 mph (40,000 km per hour) before slowing down to 300 mph (480 km per hour) once it enters the Earth’s atmosphere. After the parachutes deploy, the spacecraft will glide in at approximately 20 mph (32 km per hour) before splashdown about 60 miles (100 km) off the coast of California. NASA’s recovery team and the U.S. Navy will retrieve the Orion spacecraft from the Pacific Ocean.

With the ultimate goal of establishing a long-term presence on the Moon, Artemis I is a critical step as NASA prepares to send humans to Mars and beyond.

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Strictly Business Pt. 8

The Ending

Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Smuttish. Friends with benefits. Mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: Sorry this took forever, life has been kicking my booty lately.

Strictly Business Masterlist

Spencer took Chloe out twice a week for three weeks. He tried to force a connection, but it didn’t feel the way he thought it should, the way it felt with you. He knew he should end things with her, but he kept waiting for the sparks to fly.

Tonight, Chloe told him she would meet him at his apartment. She had a surprise for him, so she was going to take him to the secret destination. When they arrive at the hotel, a suite is waiting for them. She must have been here earlier, setting it up.

Rose petals were scattered on the bed. A bottle of wine was chilling on the table. It was the most romantic set up he had ever seen. This is it, he thought. This is the night when it all comes together. There’s no way he could share a night like this with her and not fall for her.

Room service arrived moments later, delivering gourmet meals Chloe arranged for. Spencer sits across from her, pouring wine into her glass. “I thought it was time we take the next step in our relationship.” She tells him. He swallows thickly, trying not to choke. Spencer silently convinces his self that this would be good for them. It was finally time to put his new skills to the test.

He hopes this is the push he needs to feel something for her. When they finish eating, Chloe instructs him to wait on the bed for her. When she returns, she’s wearing the same floral, lilac lingerie set he bought for you. It brought back memories from the night he gave it to you, using the vibrator on you, how you looked when you came.

She climbs on top of him, peppering kisses across his face and down his neck. She runs her hand over his cock, straining against his pants. “I knew you would like this set.” She says confidently, thinking his erection was because of her. He flips her over, slowly kissing her. He should feel something by now. He always got aroused by your kisses.

But he felt nothing as he pressed his lips to hers. He looks at her body, the lingerie looked great on her, but she didn’t look like you. When he first saw it in the window of the store, he imagined you wearing it just for him. Thoughts of having sex with you flood his mind. You fit together perfectly. Maybe he could get through this with Chloe without thinking of you.

You squirm in your spot next to Penelope. She invited you, JJ, and Emily over for a girls’ night. You couldn’t focus on the silly games they wanted to play or the movie JJ put on. You decided not to drink tonight either. You weren’t in a good head space.

All you could think about was Spencer on his date with Chloe. He told you that she was surprising him tonight, and he sounded excited. You wanted to be happy for him, but it made your stomach upset when you thought about them together. He told you they hadn’t had sex yet, and for that you were thankful.

Tonight would be different, you had no doubt that Chloe planned to seduce him. They had been dating for almost a month. You were shocked they hadn’t slept together yet. “Okay, what’s wrong?” Emily asks, interrupting our thoughts. “You’ve been off all night.” JJ observes.

Tears spill down your face as you tell them everything. The practice sex, the lingerie, the vibrator, Rossi and the jet. They all gather around you, pulling you into a giant group hug. “You should tell him how you feel.” Penelope rubs your back.

“I can’t. He’s dating Chloe. I couldn’t do that to him. He’s finally happy.” They try to convince you the rest of the night. When you go into work the next morning, you don’t have time to ask Spencer about his date. Hotch rushes you all to the jet, the case was urgent. You walk passed him on the plane, avoiding your usual seat beside him. Instead you sit beside Rossi, who looks curiously between you two.

The day passes quickly. Tips from the police hotline flood in and you’re sent with JJ to check on them. When you make it back to your hotel room, you’re grateful you got a room to yourself so you can be alone with your thoughts. Your phone lights up with the sixth text from Spencer today.

You hadn’t responded to any of them. You sigh loudly. You were being a bad friend. He didn’t share details of his personal life with anyone but you. He probably just wants to fill you in on last night. You were the one who made him confident enough to have sex with her. It was all your fault you were in this situation.

That’s what you keep telling yourself as you made the short trip down the hallway to Spencer’s room. “Hey! I thought you were mad at me or something.” Spencer says, letting you into his room. You smile weakly, failing to hide your true feelings.

“Wait, you are mad at me?” He asks frowning, as he closes the door. “I’m not mad at you, Spencer. I’m mad at myself for feeling the way I do when I have no right to.” He studies your face, concerned. “What are you talking about?” You walk out of the doorway, to sit on his bed. He sits beside you, taking your hand in his to comfort you.

“Spencer, we never should have slept together. I am ruined for life. No one is going to make me feel the way you do. It’s not supposed to feel like that every time with your best friend.” Spencer stands, facing you. “You think I don’t know that, that it’s magic between us? You think I don’t feel guilty because it’s supposed to be like that with Chloe, but I can’t even go through with it because all I can think about is you?”

“You couldn’t sleep with her?” You ask, rising to meet Spencer. “No, I couldn’t do it. I just kept thinking of you the whole time. How it was so comfortable with you, so natural. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a while. I just didn’t realize it.” He confesses, reaching down to caress your cheek. “I’m in love with you too, Spence. I’m sorry it took so long to tell you.” He embraces you, soft lips crashing against yours.

Four Months Later

“Spill the beans. You two have been acting all weird and secretive. What’s going on?” Penelope asks after trapping you and Spencer when you got to work. You looked at Spencer and he nods, smiling. You open your coat, and lift your oversized sweater, revealing a small baby bump. You had been wearing clothes that weren’t form fitting since you found out.

Penelope squeals so loudly, it captures the rest of the team’s attention as they come in. They walk over as Penelope excitedly shares your news, gesturing to your stomach. “Congratulations again.” Hotch says. “My man, didn’t know you had it in you.” Derek pats Spencer proudly on the back. The girls swarm you as JJ starts making a list of everything you’ll need. Rossi grins, “I knew it when you couldn’t eat my pasta two weeks ago!”

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Oooh a mad scientist! What kind of freaky experiment are you doing. All hypnosis? Need a test subject? An obedient pet who helps carry them out? Both? Heheha-🧡

Both could be useful, indeed. Currently been thinking about active brain monitoring techniques. Sadly you can't really miniaturize fMRI gear, but EEG equipment is small and light. Trance states are visible on EEG, so you could theoretically set up a vibrator to provide more pleasure the deeper the subject goes.

Now, would you like to be the test subject, tied down and forced to stare at a spiral while wearing a headset and a vibrator, or would you rather be the obedient assistant who straps the test subject down, inserts the vibrator (and maybe other equipment), and then eagerly waits for praise, overjoyed to be of service?

#hypnosis #brainwashing #hypnok1nk #mad science fantasy

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marzmeltdown · 11 months

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Show Me Your God

⌦ Pairing: Demon!Hyunjin x FEM!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut ⌦ Warning(s): pet names (hyunjin: ,, reader: angel,, princess,, darling,, ),, religious themes(??),, throat fucking,, rough sex,, hair pulling,, dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, praise,, minor fluff,, oral (m + f receiving),, edging,, spanking,, swearing,, overstimulation,, unprotected sex (be smart),, creamepie,, slight pinning,, choking,, fingering,, ⌦ Word count: 2.18k ⌦ Summary: You were used to being on your knees, though in the biblical sense, sighting your nightly prayers and what not. Recently, however, your knees have been on the floor for a completely different, sinful reason. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Werewolf by Motionless in White truly was a great song to write this fic to. um,, this was written partly for my own delusions if I'm being 100% honest. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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You were used to being on your knees, though in the biblical sense, sighting your nightly prayers and what not.

It all started one night on your way home from your church's weekly nightly sermon. Though night sermons were typically held for those who could not make it to regular church services or for those who needed a warm place to stay for a few hours to combat the cold winters that swept through town, you always showed up.

He seemed to take pleasure in testing your faith each night since then; it was as if the devil himself sent the man to come and taint your once pure mind. He reached places you never knew were possible and put you in positions you were sure you would have never been able to do yourself.

But tonight. Tonight was different.

You couldn't shake the feeling that he had something sinister going on in that devilish mind of his. He was rough, messy, and held a cocky grin each time that cross necklace that never left your neck glistened in the light.

He took full pleasure in forcing gags from your throat with just his cock alone; the way you looked beneath him was truly a work of art. His hand gripped your hair at the root as his hips thrust into your face with such force that you were sure you'd have bruises around your mouth by the morning.

"You look so good like this, angel; on your knees for me with my cock down your throat," Hyunjin said, wrapping your hair around his hand in attempts to pull you closer to him. You whimpered in response to his praise, and the vibrations from your whimper shot up the demon's spine, causing his head to lull back in pleasure.

Your throat felt raw from how long his cock was being shoved down your throat. The only sounds coming from your mouth were the lewd sounds of your spit being churned in your mouth, and the gags being forced out of you with each harsh thrust sounded like music to Hyunjin's ears. You could feel the stickiness of your saliva mixed with tears running down your body.

His hips began to stutter as his orgasm pushed closer, and the whimpers that started to fall from his mouth went straight to your core, causing you to rub your thighs together. The friction you created with your thighs did little to appease your neglected cunt.

He thrust one, two, three more times. On the third thrust, hold your head still at the base, your nose brushing up against his pelvic bone. The two of you maintained eye contact as his cock twitched against your tongue and his cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop.

He held your head in place for a few more seconds, catching his breath, before he let you pull away. He looked spent, and your jaw was on fire, but you knew that you were just getting started with your eventful night.

Your head fell forward as you took in as many deep breaths as you could. Hyunjin reached down to take hold of your hair once more, pulling your head up so you two were now face-to-face. "Don't tap out on me now, princess; we're just getting started," he said.

"I know, I just need a second to breathe," you replied, your voice hoarse from the harsh fucking it just received a moment ago. He kneeled down, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

Despite being rough in every sense of the word, he always made sure you were okay. He wouldn't continue until you gave him the okay to do so. The small gestures of kindness were short, almost nonexistent, but every time they do arise, you can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He sat on the floor next to you, placing soft kisses on your head and stroking your hair soothingly. It didn't take long for you to recover; you just needed to gather your breath anyway—nothing too drastic.

You were quickly bent over the edge of the bed, Hyunjin's face buried deep into your cunt as soon as you gave the okay. The way his tongue expertly ran through your folds, teased your hole with his tongue, and sucked at your clit had you seeing stars.

He had one of your legs propped up on the bed to give him more room, and your moans grew louder with each poke and prod of his tongue throughout your pussy. A wanton moan leaving your lips once Hyunjin's fingers slipped inside your heat. He pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot inside your walls that had your head spinning.

"F-Fuck!" You whined, gripping at the sheets to ground yourself from the intense pleasure you were receiving from his mouth and fingers alone. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulling a groan from Hyunjin at the feeling of your tight walls sucking his fingers further inside of you.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl; you'll have to beg for forgiveness in confession," Hyunjin teased. The way he spoke about how dirty his precious church mouse was pushed you closer to the edge.

"Hyu- dear God! I'm close!" You cried, and Hyunjin chuckled softly as he pulled away. The immediate loss of attention to your cunt caused you to whine and look back at the demon who took your pleas to the Lord above while he was pleasing you as an ego boost.

He stood, lining himself up with your heat, though he didn't thrust in. Instead, he teased your hole with the tip of his cock, forcing more whines to fall from your saliva-soaked lips.

"Use your words, princess," he simply said; he spoke as if the sight of you writhing beneath him didn't have him leaking. You were growing impatient with his teasing, and your hips pushed back against his cock before you had time to think about it.

That action rewarded you with two reactions from your lover, one being a soft groan and the other landed a harsh smack against your ass. You yelped at the punishment, jumping forward in shock as your brain registered the stinging pain you had just received from Hyunjin's spanking.

"Please, Hyunjin.." You whined, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with the man behind you. He resumed teasing your cunt, watching as you bit your lip to suppress a whine from escaping your lips.

"Please what, darling?" He asked, letting the tip of his cock slide into your cunt.

"Fuck me, please, Hyunjin," you begged.

He thrust his hips into you in one full motion, barely giving you time to adjust. The tear of his rough entry was more pleasurable than waiting for your okay. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out. Hyunjin had one hand against your neck, pressing your head into the bed, while the other held onto your hip to keep you from squirming.

His thrusts were fast and sharp, hitting your cervix with every thrust while simultaneously digging his nails into your neck. His eyes were focused on how his cock disappeared so quickly and then reappeared just as quickly. You were sure your walls were somehow molded to fit his cock perfectly—not that it was physically possible, of course.

You were on cloud nine, almost missing how he pulled you up by the hair so your back was flush with his chest. The hand that was holding your hip previously was now rubbing harsh circles into your clit, with his other hand gripping your neck. You were so cock drunk that your head lulled back and rested itself on his shoulder as your hands found themselves tangled in his hair. You bit your lip in an attempt to lessen the volume of your screams, but that was only presented with a harsh pinch to your nipple.

You let out a yelp of both pain and pleasure, your hands tugging so ruthlessly on his hair that his head was pulled back with it.

"Let me hear you, precious. Let God hear you," he growled into your ear. The snapping of his hips only became tougher the longer he fucked himself into you.

"Feels so good.. Feels so-…" You cried out, tears falling from your eyes as you rambled on about how good his dick felt inside you, how big and thick his cock was, and all the lewd descriptors that would make your local nunnery faint.

The cord in your stomach began to twist and turn again, faster this time from Hyunjin's relentless beatings to your pussy and his fingers harsh figure eights against your clit. You weren't sure where his obsession with bringing the Lord into your sexual escapades came from, but you weren't objecting at all for reasons you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"H-Hyunjin! Im gonna-" You sobbed, too far gone to even finish the sentence, but Hyunjin knew what you were trying to tell him. He could feel it in the way your walls were sucking him in, holding his cock captive inside the warm and wet paradise that was your pussy.

"Go ahead, princess," he whispered into your ear. That was all you needed to hear before the dam finally broke. Hyunjin's hand did not once falter from abusing your cunt as your cum soaked his hand, your legs, and the mattress beneath you.

The moan you let out when you squirted all over your lover's hand could only be compared to an animal howling at the moon. The demon's hand did not stop attacking that bundle of nerves that seemed so hard yet so easy for the male species to find. The tears streaming from your face thickened as overstimulation began to set in. Hyunjin held you up by your throat when your legs began to shake; the growling in your ear almost overpowered the pain you were slowly beginning to feel.

"Hyunjin, please!" You sobbed once more. Despite your nerves being on fire, you couldn't help but want him to continue.

"My angel did so well for me; do you think you can do it again?" He asked, and instinctively, you nodded. Hyunjin could make you squirt 5–6 times before he had to cum a second time, and the way he beat your pussy felt like he was angry at times. And you'd be lying to say you didn't enjoy it.

"C-Can we cum together?" You managed to ask through your sobs of pleasure, and he chuckled softly at the request. He could feel the cord in his own stomach twisting and turning; the sight of you glistening with your own juices and still having the energy to continue turned him on more than any piece of lingerie could.

"Of course, princess," he said. He moved the hand that was around your throat to force his middle and ring fingers into your mouth as his other hand rubbed circles into your clit until you were cumming down your leg again.

You let out a moan that had to have come from the bottom of your chest with how powerful it was. Watching as your body writhed with pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm was enough to send him over the edge a second time.

It started with a few twitches of his cock before he was filling you with what felt like more cum than what he had forced you to swallow earlier in the night. You whimpered when his hand left your clit to aid the hand around your chin in holding you up, as your legs were effectively spent from the harsh beating your pussy had just endured.

"You did so well for me, baby girl, so well." He said this as he thrust his cum back inside of you whenever it threatened to leave your hole alongside your arousal and run down his balls. He pulled his fingers from your mouth as he kissed your sweat-soaked temple.

"Thank you, Hyunjin," you said; your voice was long gone by this point.

"Look at this mess you made," he said, still thrusting into your cunt shallowly, more so to make sure every drop of his cum stays inside your cunt rather than arousing you again. You blushed as you looked at the soaked spot on the bed.

"Can we lie like this for a little while? I don't want you to pull out yet." You asked, and he only shook his head as he pulled out and gently laid you on the bed.

"After I clean you up, princess, I don't want you to get sick from cockwarming right after sex," he said as he kissed your forehead.

You whined in protest but accepted it, and you liked it when he was soft after the fact. Emotionally, not physically, of course. He always cleaned you up with a warm towel, clothed you, changed your sheets, gave you water, and then laid in bed with you until you fell asleep.

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5starluvr · 2 months

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Gangster

Paring:Gangster!Lee Felix x Gangster!reader

Genre:slight angst?,fluff?

Warnings:violence,blood(just a little at the end,guns,stealing

Words:1.2k

The dimly lit safehouse buzzed with nervous energy.Y/n, clad in her usual black jeans and combat boots, paced before a worn leather couch where the rest of her crew lounged. Felix, her ever-present partner-in-crime and maybe something more though they'd never admit it outright, fiddled with a silenced pistol, it’s sleek black frame catching the dim light.

"Alright, crew," Chan announced, his voice sharp. "Tonight's the night. Let's run the plan one last time."

They huddled closer, voices murmuring as they went over the details.Y/n, alias Tiffany Kim, daughter of a tech billionaire a carefully crafted lie for tonight, would infiltrate the high-society fundraiser thrown by Mark, the arrogant secret arms dealer who held the key to their mission.

"Tech here," Seungmin piped up, holding a sleek black earpiece. "Comms are crystal clear.Y/n, this bad boy will let you hear everything we're saying and vice versa."

She took the earpiece, the familiar cool plastic a source of comfort. Testing it, she spoke, "Can you hear me?"

A chorus of affirmations rose from the group. "Loud and clear," Felix said, his voice a steady rumble. "Remember, y/n, get close to Mark. Charm him, distract him, whatever it takes. We need that key."

She grinned, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Charming billionaires? Piece of cake."

They ran through the escape route, Felix pointing out the security cameras they'd disabled and the quickest way to their getaway van. The tension crackled in the air, a mix of fear and excitement. They were about to steal from the thief, reclaiming what was rightfully theirs – the weapons Mark had stolen from their gang.

Later, bathed in the garish glow of the ballroom, she navigated the sea of socialites with practiced ease. Her gown swished around her ankles. Mark, a walking cliché in a polished suit, approached, his eyes sweeping over her with a practiced appraisal.

She forced a smile, laying on the charm as thick as the caviar on a nearby platter. "Well, hello there, beautiful," Mark drawled, his cologne a disgusting presence in her nostrils. The act was loathsome but necessary.

"Why, hello yourself," she purred, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. They waltzed to the deafening music, his every touch sending a shiver down her spine, a mix of disgust and the need to stay in character.

"You have eyes like gold," Mark declared, leaning in a little too close. "The kind that could pierce a man's soul and steal all his secrets." She fought back an eye roll. Was this supposed to be romantic?

"Oh, really?" she countered, batting her eyelashes for maximum effect. "Perhaps they can steal the key to your heart as well, Mr. ?"

"Mark," he supplied, puffing out his chest in a way that made him look like he was lifting heavyweights "Mark Lee, at your service, beautiful lady."

Y/n choked back a laugh. "Damn, How cringe." He said through the earpiece, Felix's voice cracklings with amusement. “That's gotta be the worst pick-up line I've ever heard.”

She stifled a smile. Tell me about it she thought. She focused back on Mark, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, Mr.Lee, perhaps you can show me some of your… treasures later?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Mark's eyes widened, and a flush crept up his neck. Bingo. She thought, feeling a surge of satisfaction. This was going to be easier than she thought. As they twirled, y/n focused on the conversation Felix fed through the earpiece, their plan unfolding in real time. Her heart pounded in her chest, mimicking the rhythm of the music. Then, with a practiced flick of her wrist, she snagged the key from his pocket while they spun. Success. A silent thrill surged through her. The booming bass of the music seemed to vibrate the very floor beneath her feet. Through the earpiece, Felix's voice was a constant murmur, keeping her focused on the task at hand. Mark, thankfully oblivious, babbled about his latest yacht acquisition.

Suddenly, the air shimmered with a change in energy. She felt hair prickle on the back of her neck. A hush fell over the crowd, the music stuttering to a halt. Then, the ballroom doors exploded inward with a deafening bang.

Ateez, their most ruthless rivals, flooded the room. Their faces, twisted with murderous intent, scanned the sea of terrified socialites. Guns, a chilling army of black metal, rose in unison, trained on the unsuspecting crowd.

Panic ripped through the air. Screams rose, a cacophony of terror drowning out the remnants of the music.Y/n, momentarily frozen, felt a hand clamp around her wrist. Felix, his face a mask of cold fury, yanked her towards a strategically placed side door behind a towering potted plant.

"Go!" he barked, his voice a harsh rasp over the din. She stumbled the stolen key digging painfully into her palm.

"Felix, we need–" she spluttered, desperation warring with a burgeoning fear.

"No arguments!" he snarled, shoving her through the heavy oak door. It slammed shut behind her with a sickening thud, plunging her into the cool darkness of a deserted hallway. The faint thump of Felix's boots echoed against the floor as he disappeared back into the pandemonium.

Y/n sprinted, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her dress, ridiculously impractical, caught on a loose wood board, ripping at the hem. She ignored it, driven by the primal need to get away. Behind her, the ballroom erupted in chaos. Shouts, gunfire, and shattering glass formed a terrifying symphony.

Reaching a pre-arranged meeting point, a back door leading to a collection of fire escapes, she collapsed against the wall. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Relief, heavy and sweet, washed over her, laced with a sickening dread. Felix. Where was he?

His voice, rough and laced with concern, crackled in her earpiece. "Y/n, are you alright?"

She lunged for the microphone, her voice raw. "Felix, I'm here. But you—"

His reply was a guttural sound, a mixture of pain and determination. "Get back to the safe house. I'll meet you there."

The line went dead. Fear, cold and primal, coiled in her stomach. Felix. He couldn't be hurt. Not him. Not after everything.

Ignoring the tremors in her legs, she pushed herself up and sprinted into the night. The stolen key felt heavy in her hand. Maybe she had gotten the key, but at what cost?

Minutes bled into an eternity as she navigated the back alleys. Finally, she reached the safe house, a small building cloaked in shadows. The heavy steel door creaked open before she even knocked.

There, in the dim light, stood Felix. His Face was soft and a dark stain bloomed on his silk white shirt. Yet, his eyes, the familiar fiery, held an unwavering softness.

He pulled her into a crushing hug, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the familiar scent of his cologne. In that moment, the world around them faded away. There was only him, her anchor in the storm and the unspoken promise that hung heavy in the air.

"Always behind you," he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. "Ride or die, remember?"

Her tears stinging her eyes could only manage a shaky nod. A genuine smile bloomed on her face. "Now let's go get our weapons back, baby," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips before he closed the gap between them.

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marlinspirkhall · 1 year

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For UK Mutuals!

[Repost. Info from PTSD UK, via Facebook]

On Sunday 23 April 2023, there will be a national test of the UK Emergency Alerts service. This will test the service created to warn you about events such as severe flooding, fires, and extreme weather, and will be sent by the emergency services, government departments, agencies and public bodies that deal with emergencies.

As part of this test on the 23rd April, your mobile phone or tablet may make a loud siren-like sound (even if it’s set on silent), vibrate and read out the alert.

One of the many hyper-arousal symptoms of PTSD and C-PTSD is hypervigilance and this refers to the experience of being in a state of high alert, constantly tense and ‘on guard’ and always on the lookout for hidden dangers, both real and presumed – it’s stressful and exhausting to maintain.

This awareness, anxiety, sensitivity to the environmental around you, constant scanning and rescanning of the environment can make people with hypervigilance seemingly overreact to loud sounds and bangs, unexpected noises, smells, etc. – which is why awareness of this up-coming test is important to help you prepare if you feel you need to.

PLEASE NOTE: This isn't something we have all the details about, so can't answer all your questions about this, for full information, please visit the gov.uk website - we simply want to ensure that people are aware of the upcoming test for the reasons noted above.

Find out more about the test, what it will look and feel like on your phone and more on our website: https://www.ptsduk.org/government-alert-system-test/

Via gov.uk:

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starryeyedjanai · 7 months

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kinktober prompt: overstimulation | stommy | explicit | 3.8k part 1 here | steve's hands on sex-ed series on ao3 summary: Whenever Tommy comes to him alone, without Carol, Steve can almost always count on getting close to or reaching his record number of orgasms that night because Tommy's always got something new he wants to try out.

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Whenever Tommy comes to him alone, without Carol, Steve can almost always count on getting close to or reaching his record number of orgasms that night because Tommy's always got something new he wants to try out.

He's always got some new thing, a technique or a kink or a toy, that he wants to try on with Steve before he brings it to Carol. Steve doesn't feel weird about being Tommy's guinea pig when it means he gets a night of Tommy trying his hardest to get things right, to be so good for him and make him come over and over so he can present whatever new shiny thing it is to Carol without any doubt that he'll be able to get her off with it. It's a fun little system they've got.

Carol gets to reap the benefits of everything being tested on Steve beforehand and Steve gets, well - he usually gets Tommy being an unreserved service top, so eager to please him and make him come.

So when Tommy presents him with his cock locked in a cage, he's not entirely sure where the night is headed.

"So you're not fucking me tonight?" Steve asks, a little confused. He's fine with fingering Tommy while he wears a cock cage, maybe grabbing a vibrator and pressing it inside against his prostate until he's shaking and leaking come from his soft cock, but that wasn't exactly what he was gearing up for when he got the standard u busy? text from Tommy an hour ago.

Tommy takes a deep breath and says, "I'll still fuck you, just. Not with my cock."

Steve looks at the nervous way Tommy bites his lip, the way his hand is curled around the cage around his cock, and he gets it. His lips curl up into a smile.

"You have the key?" he asks because it's probably not safe to play if he doesn't, but luckily Tommy nods, grabbing his coat and pulling it out of one of the pockets.

He presses it into Steve's hands when he turns his palm up. It's attached to a necklace - dainty, one of Carol's. The chain is long enough for him to slip it over his head without undoing the clasp and the key sits securely against his chest.

When Tommy's done getting undressed - because he did just kind of shove his pants down to his thighs to show Steve his cock all wrapped up and pretty in its cage - Steve asks him, "So are you gonna use one of my cocks to fuck me or one of Carol's?" just to see him blush. Because he's still shy about all this, about the three of them doing shit like this.

Tommy didn't bring a bag, so he knows he's going to be using one of Steve's harnesses and cocks to fuck him, but he loves seeing the way Tommy flushes at the question.

They've been playing together for months now, but he still gets shy about it, about trying new stuff. It's why this protocol of trying things out on Steve before bringing them to Carol works better for them all - Tommy is a little bit less nervous to mess up with Steve than he is with Carol.

Maybe because they've known each other the longest, maybe because he knows there's nothing he could do - not this kind of stuff anyway - that would make Steve leave.

Steve is one hundred percent sure there's nothing he could do to scare Carol off at this point either, but if it makes Tommy feel better and more secure about asking for what he wants, Steve is willing to take one for the team. It's not really a hardship - a night full of orgasms, even when things don't exactly go to plan, more than makes up for any mishaps or awkward moments.

In the bedroom, Steve helps Tommy into one of his harnesses - a soft pink leather one - and has a flashback of helping Carol into her first harness.

It's a night he remembers frequently, watching Tommy take it, watching Carol gain confidence as she fucked him.

It kind of feels like it's coming full circle, he thinks, as he tightens the straps so the harness is snug on Tommy.

Steve grabs one of his vibrating dildos for Tommy to snap into the harness - it's not the biggest, but it has a fat head and Steve can control the vibrations with a remote. He wonders how the vibrations will feel for Tommy, with the base of the dildo flush against his pubic bone above his cock cage.

He lays a towel down over a pillow and lays down on the bed with the pillow underneath his hips. He looks at Tommy, standing there, waiting for him to tell him what he wants him, where he wants him. He grins at him.

Tommy standing there with his fist around Steve's purple dildo instead of his own dick is quite a sight. Steve's usually the one with the dildo strapped to him, not the other way around.

Steve says, "Get me ready?" because he likes to come at least once before getting fucked and Tommy loves going down on him.

He cleaned himself up when he got the text, showering and cleaning himself thoroughly, but Tommy usually likes fingering him open and getting him off himself, so he left it at that.

Tommy nods once and climbs on bed, getting between Steve's spread thighs. There's a moment where he forgets that the dick attached to him isn't the one he's normally used to operating, when he tries to lie flat on his stomach and the dildo, which is more rigid than his dick, prevents him from doing so comfortably.

He gets his knees underneath him instead and gets his mouth on Steve before he can say anything about his small blunder.

He wasn't going to be mean about it, but Tommy puts his mouth to work like he thinks Steve was - sucking his dick into his mouth immediately and licking at him exactly the way he knows Steve likes.

He uses his thumbs to spread Steve open and licks his cunt. He licks from his hole to his dick over and over, stopping to suck noisily at Steve's dick every other time.

Steve never lasts long when it comes to his first orgasm, not by his own hand and especially not when Tommy is sucking him like he missed the taste of him, like he's been waiting for this, waiting and wanting and hungry for him.

He gets his hands in Tommy's hair and guides him back up to his dick when he gets close so that Tommy can suck him through it when he comes - not that he needs to, Tommy knows him well enough that he'd do it on his own.

Tommy gets his mouth on Steve's cock again and Steve is coming, jerking his hips up against Tommy's mouth, shuddering through it with a groan.

Tommy sucks him through the aftershocks and then when Steve lets go of his hair, he licks through the mess, sighing at the taste of Steve's slick dripping out of him. He licks around his hole, his tongue delving inside to chase the taste, the faint stretch of his tongue making Steve drop his head back and moan.

Tommy gets a couple fingers inside him alongside his tongue and Steve lets him stretch him open, indulging in the way Tommy curls his fingers and pinpoints his g-spot right away, making Steve clench around his fingers.

He puts a third finger in him and goes back to licking at his dick.

Steve rocks his hips against his mouth, fucking himself on his fingers. His second orgasm builds almost as quickly as the first with Steve grinding his dick against Tommy's tongue.

He crests through it, his cunt clenching around Tommy's fingers. The sound of Tommy fucking his fingers in and out is loud and wet.

Tommy pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, going so deep Steve can feel his teeth pressing against him. He licks into him and brings his thumb up to stroke Steve's cock like he wants him to come again, rubbing him with quick strokes, but Steve doesn't want to come again on Tommy's tongue. He wants Tommy to fuck him with his own strap, so he pulls at his hair to get get him to stop.

Tommy comes up for air grinning, licking his lips salaciously.

Steve rolls his eyes, but pulls him up and into a kiss anyway, licking the taste of his slick from Tommy's mouth.

Tommy lines his cock up - Steve's dildo, he almost forgot for a second - and presses inside, the stretch different from any other time Tommy has fucked him.

The dildo he chose is thin with a bulbous head, perfect for slipping inside and grinding against his g-spot, the vibrations bringing him close quick, usually making him squirt all over his bed from the overstimulation.

Attached to Tommy, it's even more dangerous. Even with just his regular dick, Tommy is insanely good at finding the right angle to hit Steve's g-spot and he's good at rocking his hips just right so that he keeps pressing against it, keeps grinding against it until Steve is babbling and coming all over them.

The fact that the dick he's using right now isn't his doesn't seem to make a difference actually. With the way he slides it inside Steve's cunt, his hole stretching wide until the head slips inside, and then angles it to hit Steve's g-spot right away, it seems like Tommy didn't need the practice after all.

Steve tilts his head back so Tommy doesn't see the way his eyes cross when he rocks the strap right against his g-spot.

He breathes through his nose and collects himself. His head flops back on the pillow and he looks up at Tommy, who's looking back at him, always looking back at him.

He and Tommy both shiver as Steve uses the remote in his hand to turn the vibration on low.

Tommy hesitates for a moment and Steve is sure it's the fact that his cock is trying to get hard in its cage. He isn't sure for a moment if Tommy's going to be able to do this, but Tommy only stays still for a few seconds before he starts thrusting again.

It's good, the vibration pressing right up against his g-spot as Tommy rocks his hips in shallow thrusts.

Steve luxuriates in the feeling for a moment because Tommy knows his body well and he knows exactly how to work him up, fucking in with short strokes that almost have Steve's legs shaking. He only lets himself get lost in the feeling for a minute before turning the vibrations up to the max setting.

He sometimes likes to draw it out, let the slow hum of the vibrations inside him drive him crazy until he has to turn it up, until he's on the edge and needs it to be more intense in order to come.

But he wants to see Tommy lose it a little. He's not normally into tears during sex, but sometimes he likes to see Tommy cry, tears clinging to his lashes as Steve edges him or fucks him with a vibrator.

There's something about it - the desperation he can feel from Tommy maybe - that makes it different from other people he sleeps with.

He likes having the power to reduce him to tears. It's a heady feeling that he doesn't seek out often, but when he does, it's always intensely satisfying.

The shock of the vibrator being turned up has Tommy gasping and fucking in deep. He drops down with his forearms on either side of Steve's head, spreading his legs wider, and humps into him like he can't help it.

"'S that good for you, baby?" he asks as if he can't see the flush that's spread all the way down Tommy's chest, can't see the way his eyes are hazy and unfocused already.

His bottom lip trembles a little as he nods and he leans further down, pressing his lips to Steve's.

Steve opens his mouth for him immediately, licking across Tommy's tongue as he fucks him with quick strokes. He sucks Tommy's tongue into his mouth, closing his eyes as the muscles in his stomach clench.

He feels something wet hit his cheek and he opens his eyes as Tommy pulls back from the kiss. His eyelashes are clumped together with unshed tears and Steve groans.

Tommy pushes his face into Steve's neck, biting at his collarbone.

Steve's got no chance of dragging this out, the vibrations intense and deep inside him, Tommy losing control - it's all doing it for him way too much for him to hold off.

He's tensing up just as quickly as his first orgasm, shuddering through it as Tommy rabbits his hips into him.

His thighs are shaking for real now, but he doesn't turn the vibration down. He can feel the wetness of Tommy's tears on his neck and that makes the overstimulation worth it.

Tommy's making these little noises, almost too quiet to hear, but Steve knows how he sounds when he's close, and he knows that Tommy must be riding the edge of something, cock soft in its cage and probably making a mess on the bed underneath him.

The rolling pleasure doesn't stop as Tommy keeps going, as the vibrations keep going, and Steve knows he's going to gush the second he touches his dick.

He gets a hand between them and rubs his fingers on his dick quickly.

His moans are starting to sound more like whimpers as he feels the warm gush of wetness as he squirts all over the both of them and the towel underneath him.

The sound of Tommy fucking into him gets wetter and louder because of it and Steve feels the prickle of tears behind his own eyes, the stimulation becoming too much for even him.

He clicks the remote he's still clutching to turn the vibrations off.

A shudder runs through Tommy still, and he pulls back to look down at Steve, his face wet with his tears.

Steve pulls him down into a kiss, licking at the tears that have tracked down onto his lips.

He kisses him deeply, dragging a sigh out of him as he stops shaking with the vibrations finally gone.

"Pull out," he says, and Tommy does, gripping the base of the dildo like he would if it was his own cock softening inside Steve and pulling it out of him. Steve groans as the head of the dildo stretches his hole as Tommy pulls out.

Steve rolls them over, pushing Tommy onto his back on the bed.

He gets between his legs to look at his cock, trapped in its cage as it is, leaking, and so fucking red. God, he wants it in his mouth.

He looks up at Tommy's face and it's equally as red, his freckles blending into the heat on his face. He leans in and kisses him again, slower, savoring the feeling of their tongues pressing together.

He pulls back and sits on his haunches between Tommy's spread legs.

He puts his hand over Tommy's cock and Tommy hisses.

"Sensitive?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

Tommy nods quickly. "I'm so fucking sensitive, Stevie."

He grits his teeth as Steve dips his hand lower to grab his balls. He strokes his thumb over the seam gently.

"How do you want to come?" he asks. He's seen videos before with guys in cages who press vibrators inside themselves and come their brains out despite their cocks being mostly soft, so it's not a question of feasibility. He wants to know if Tommy wants out of it.

Met with needing to make a decision, Tommy looks a little lost like he normally does, and Steve is prepared to make a decision for him, but he surprises him by saying, "If you use the vibrator on me, uh. In me or on me, I'll come."

Steve smiles at him and says, "Thank you for telling me what you want." He leans in again and brushes their lips together chastely, just a soft press before he slides down Tommy's body.

Steve looks at the dildo strapped into the harness, dripping with his slick and he gets an idea.

Tommy looks down at him and Steve looks back at him through his lashes as he puts his mouth on the dildo, tasting himself.

Tommy groans at the sight, and Steve takes it in deeper, licking around the shaft. Even though Tommy can't feel it, he's shifting and whining like he can.

Steve pulls off and loosens the straps on the harness, working it off Tommy's body. He unfastens the dildo from the harness because he didn't think to grab another vibrator before, so this one will have to do.

He puts his mouth on Tommy's cock, which is leaking and wet in its cage, and Tommy moans, loud and long, at the feeling of his tongue pressing through the bars of his cage to touch his skin.

He licks at him, licking the slick mess off the cage, dipping his tongue in to play with his slit, listening to Tommy whimper about it.

He pulls back and switches the vibrator on, pressing it against Tommy's cock cage. He wraps his fist around the both of them, like he would if he was wearing it and jerking both him and Tommy off.

Tommy groans and lets out a shaky breath.

Steve turns the vibrator all the way up again and pulls back to press it against Tommy's balls.

Tommy moans loudly, his hips bucking up.

"Stay still," Steve says, throwing an arm over Tommy's hips to keep them pressed to the bed as he slides his thumb under Tommy's balls, keeping them pressed tight to the dildo vibrating in his hand.

The whines leaving Tommy's mouth as the vibrations get him closer have Steve's dick throbbing between his legs.

It only takes another minute of this before Tommy's crying out and shaking as his cock twitches in the cage and starts spurting out come.

His come is thin and translucent as it spills from his cock, dripping down the sides of his cage. Both his cock and the cage are wet, completely covered in his come.

Tommy's sobbing as Steve pulls the dildo back and switches it off, small tremors going through his body.

Steve moves up the bed to straddle Tommy's waist.

"Okay?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down Tommy's chest.

Tommy nods, his eyes glassy and unfocused, still sniffling.

"Can I sit on your face?" Steve asks, the need still coursing through him from watching Tommy come like that.

"Yes," Tommy whispers, his voice thick.

He gets on his knees above Tommy's face and Tommy pulls him down against him, his mouth soft and open as he licks at him.

Tommy presses his tongue inside his wet cunt as Steve grinds down on his face, getting him wet with it.

His cock grinds against Tommy's nose and he groans.

"Suck me," he says, positioning his dick at Tommy's mouth.

Tommy sucks his cock into his mouth and presses two fingers inside him. He sucks hard, the sound of his slurps loud in the quiet of Steve's bedroom.

Steve whines as Tommy's fingers press against his g-spot, a shiver running through him.

It doesn't take long for him to come, his cunt dripping even more slick onto Tommy's fingers as he clenches around them.

He lets Tommy lick him through it, his tongue gentle on him after his cunt stops clenching.

Tommy pulls his fingers out and puts his tongue on his hole, licking the slick mess he's made.

After a minute, Steve pulls himself up and off of Tommy, settling on his side next to him as he comes down.

He leans in and kisses him, just a soft press of their lips.

Steve grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table and opens it, draining half of it and passing it to Tommy.

He helps Tommy sit up and watches as Tommy drinks the rest of the water slowly.

In the bathroom, he helps Tommy take the cage off his cock and helps clean him up. His cock is a mess, covered in come, wet and shiny in the bathroom light.

He uses a washcloth to clean up the come and Tommy hisses at the touch, no matter how soft Steve tries to make it.

When they're done showering and cleaning up, Tommy slips back onto the bed and Steve joins him.

"God, you didn't need my help at all," Steve muses as he sinks back into the sheets, his muscles nice and lax the way they get after a good fucking.

He curls around Tommy, content to lay here for at least a few minutes. He knows Tommy probably isn't staying long - he never does - but he likes taking care of him while he's here at least, cuddling with him, getting him water or snacks if he needs it.

"I- Carol and I, we tried this last week. Wanted to make sure it was good for you," Tommy says sleepily, yawning right in Steve's face and Steve freezes.

Steve thinks his heart skipped a heart because he feels off-beat, off center, and off balance.

They don't do that.

Steve's not the one Tommy's ever trying to impress.

So Tommy and Carol trying this out, making sure Tommy knew what to do and how to move with the strap - that feels like something more real than what they've been doing this whole time.

It feels-

There are feelings swirling around in his chest that he's not sure how to handle.

Something must be showing in his expression because Tommy brings his hand up to Steve's face, cupping his jaw as he leans in to kiss him.

Steve lets himself be kissed, his heart beating fast in his chest at the gentle way Tommy's touching him and kissing him.

Tommy pulls back and asks, "Do you want to come back to Carol's with me?"

It's something he asks sometimes after nights like this. And Steve always says no.

He's never put much weight to it, thinking Tommy's just looking out for him.

Tommy has Carol to take care of him if he drops after he leaves, but if Steve were to drop, he'd have no one here with him. So he thought it was that - just Tommy trying to be a good friend.

But with the way Tommy's looking at him, with the knowledge that he and Carol tried out this thing for him this time - he's thinking there's more to it than that now.

For the first time since this all started, he says yes.

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🔮✨What do they think + feel about you? ✨🔮 (& Advice!)

Find out by choosing the pile of tarot cards you're drawn to!

From left to right - Pile 1, Pile 2, and Pile 3.

Pile 1 (Opal) :

There's a decision to be made here. For some of you, you're deciding between 2 people to persue. For the rest of you, you're deciding whether or not you should persue 1 person.

For the ones deciding between 2 people, there's a person who's holding most of your attention and is more direct in their interest towards you. They may seem like the obvious choice because the other person you're considering is more in the background, more shy, and/or seems more unattainable. But things aren't always what they seem - including any obstacles you're perceiving.

For all of you, you're scared someone doesn't like you and you aren't giving yourself enough credit.

Fear is something we all experience (unless you have a condition) and we all have the ability to act despite it. You're perceiving this situation as an immense task - like the person in the 2 of Wands card looking at the mountains they have to climb before them. Regardless of if it's actually immense or not, you have the immense ability to create your own life - like the person standing on top of the mountains in the Your Life Is A Canvas card.

Free yourself from any limits and doubts you place on yourself. Rise above like the bird in the Judgement card. Choose the person you truly want to persue. Believe in yourself, know you're deserving of what you want, and align your energy, thoughts, and actions with the same vibration of what you want. What would someone confident enough to pursue your person tell themselves? Work on it.

Because the cards didn't give a direct answer as to how your person thinks and feels about you, I asked the Romance Angels deck.

The "obvious" one's main energy towards you is passion. They're really into you and want to express that physically.

The "less obvious" one's card is Stay Optimistic About Your Love Life - Positive Thinking + Faith Will Bring You Romance.

Again, the cards aren't giving you a direct answer. But they are telling you what you *need* to hear. This serves as a test. What will you choose - will you take the card's advice and truly have faith or will you allow your anxiety about not being told their feelings overcome you?

For those making a judgement about whether or not you should pursue 1 person, this could serve as a message of advice and their feelings for you.

For most of you, you're being encouraged to make them an offer - ask them out on a date, talk about your feelings, ask to make your relationship official, etc.

For some of you, you're being asked to work on your self-concept enough to where they would be interested in you and say yes to your offer. This is an encouraging sign and tells you this is obtainable.

Either way, heed the card's advice.

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Pile 2 (Fluorite) :

This is the beginning of you and your person's connection so whatever they're thinking and feeling towards you is growing and is too early to say. You plant the seeds of your impression and your connection with them. Choose carefully what you're planting - make sure you're tending to the connection with love, respect, and care. Whatever you're planting is already growing and has a very good chance of evolving into the next step of your relationship.

With the 6 of Swords, this indicates you've moved on from a difficult time. With the 7 of Pentacles, this could be the reasoning behind this period of contemplation within your connection. You're being told that this connection does hold a lot of potential - you just have to do your part in maintaining a healthy connection.

With The Golden Children card, your advice is to treat yourself and others with more tenderness and like they're innocent children. Try to remember we're all doing the best we can with what we have. Try to trust that this situation will play out as it's supposed to.

If this reading resonates with you and you'd like to have a more detailed personal reading, feel free to ask me about the pricing for my tarot services! Starting out at $5 per question.

Pile 3 (Fairy Quartz) :

Your person wants to work on your relationship - there's hope for it. You're being asked to trust in that. Release yourself from doubt, paranoia, impatience, and anything holding you back from your potential. These are merely false realities The Devil card portrays. Connect with the part of you that knows all is well and as it should be. Peace of mind isn't dependent on outcomes or situations.

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