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more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[adriannasindie]

Ellaxadrian - ♝: Watching your muse touch themselves without your muse knowing ♞: Having sex with your muse in a closet at a dinner party

v: they don’t know about the things we do

Having her first relationship ever be a publicity stunt was far from Ella’s plan. Somehow, they made it work. Sure, they fought and sometimes they got random jealousy episodes. Ella knew she liked to play it hot & cold when a particular tabloid irked her, and Adrian just got sharp around the edges when he thought someone was too touchy around her. Overall, they did… work. And having spent a week in Europe doing covers, the brunette found that she actually had missed him. Their publicists arranged for them to get together in Paris, because it was obviously romantic. Ella insisted on Venice, claiming Paris was too evident and cliche. She’d told Adrian she’d find him in their hotel room after midnight, but her flight had miraculously landed early. She’d have to find a better argument later, when he confronted her. But right then, she was simply stunned. For one, she had never imagined, when she entered their room that he’d have his hand wrapped around his cock, tugging at a speed she wasn’t certain was even safe. Nor did she anticipate the moans coming from… his phone? The TV? She didn’t know. Her eyes seemed incapable of looking away from the scene unfolding on the bed they were supposed to share. 

The first understandable thought she formed was that he had a massive dick. Not that she had much of an understanding in the field but… and the bastard was so thick. At least in that very moment. She couldn’t move even though she thought about it at least five times before Adrian produced the final grunt that then allowed him to properly breathe. And when he inevitably looked up, his blue eyes barely open, he was met with enlarged ones and she could only thing to drop her bag. “I forgot… lobby.” Ella left before he could think to sit up or do much of anything. Fuck.

future verse

Not getting back together, he’d told Dino. He’d told her they couldn’t shift their lives nor jeopardize Amara’s development. And while Ella agreed… well, she didn’t have to like any of it. She didn’t appreciate the concept of an open relationship, of just being another trophy he could display. She was the mother of his child and yet, somehow, she still felt like another conquest. To some degree, the young woman knew that it had to do with her perspective rather than the situation itself. Didn’t make it any easier. 

After co parenting for six months, things were finally settling. In most ways. The media was still having a fiesta with the newfound information and Ella still had to adjust to their interference. She continuously avoided Adrian’s parents until, somehow, coincidentally, they all winded up in the Alps for a conference. Adrian’s mother had reprimanded her before making it clear that there wasn’t anyone in the world who understood Ella’s position better than she. And Ella agreed. To an extent. Because Adrian’s mother and father married, they shared the pregnancy, the birth, those first years. They were madly in love. While she and Adrian had some kind of sexual chemistry mixed with unrequinted love. 

So it was foolish, of course, that she allow herself to be wrapped around him once again, his hand covering her mouth while he thrust into her, the rest of the party just one wooden door away from them. In that moment she hated herself, even if it felt like bliss - maybe even because it felt so good. She hated that she’d caved, that she’d probably always cave whenever he beckoned her. And even seconds after she came around his cock, the first thought that emerged in her mind was what differed her from every other bitch Adrian took home? How many had he fucked in the last month? The last week? Would he fuck one within the next few hours? She didn’t think she wanted to know. Most importantly, she wanted the dinner over so she could get the fuck out, take a shower, and maybe leave early, without notice.

[adriannasindie]

Emmexthalia - ♖: Being inappropriately touched by your muse under a dinner table ♗: Waking my muse up with oral sex 

v: there are no friends in business

The unification of the two companies had been something her father had fought tooth and nail against. Ultimately, it had been Thalia’s vote that had tipped the scale. As a result, Emmet owned twenty five percent of her family’s company, but within the trimester their profits had increased by ten percent. Her father attended the celebration dinner but refused to be seated beside Emmet, quickly trading with his daughter. If only he knew… And it had taken it’s time but, inevitably, the brunette recognized the CEO’s hand slitting between her thighs. Resistance usually resulted in punishment, and after spending two weeks overseas negotiating… edging wasn’t what she had in mind. So she chewed particularly slowly, parted her legs and straightened her posture. May God - or Emmet - have mercy on her.

abo verse

Thalia had no idea how they’d fallen into this… routine. It had started out with a simple agreement: she had an itch, he would scratch it. But under the haze of heat, it was one thing. The issue was that, even without the lust clouding her judgement, Thalia discovered she quite enjoyed Emmet. Astonishingly, he seemed to return the sentiment. Most nights she spent alone, some she spent beside him, even when it wasn’t with the expectation that he fuck her senseless. It was… pleasantly frustrating. Because she couldn’t make sense of it. 

The night before she had been moody. And after being reprimanded by Emmet for pushing Layla too far, she decided she might as well apologize and then her wolf pulled some strings until Emmet accepted her sincere words faster than Layla had. And while the brunette had found herself feeling warm throughout the night, she simply blamed it on Emmet rather than upcoming heat. Apparently it had to be the later because he startled her long before dawn by resting his head between her thighs, lips suckling and fingers stroking her insides just right. Thalia barely realized she’d been moaning until she registered the sensitivity in her throat. So maybe he’d been at it for a while, if the sloppy sounds of her sex and sudden urge to cum were any indication. “Emmet…” the brunette groaned, back arching and fingers instantly reaching for his curls. “Inside. Just- put it in.” 

[adriannasindie]

Liaxandreas - ♤: Having your muse join mine in the bathtub ♧: Ripping my muse’s shirt open

main verse

He’d showered prior to bringing himself into the large tub. Sadistic as he was, Andreas found no pleasure in soaking up in a dead man’s blood. The guy might carry some form of disease or another and it was simply unhygienic. So he’d showered first, scrubbed himself down thoroughly before finally permitting himself some time to unwind. He’d been alone for less than half an hour when the door opened and his wife decided to join him. Knowing Lia she just might ask him about the mission, try to collect data to determine how endangered his life had been this time. So he let her enter the bathtub,  fingers doing the come hither motion. It was a good thing she didn’t give a damn about the clothes, because he didn’t either. instead, his hands sought her thighs beneath the water and he quickly settled her on his lap, lips claiming hers. “No questions. Except whether or not you’re up to being fucked in the water.”

abo verse

Andreas had spent a majority of his day surrounded by commanding betas and alphas of lower ranking - but almost as efficient as himself. with Lia’s father lurking around the corner, attempting to do the impossible, it was only wise to increase defenses. His men continuously reminded him of the benefits of mating an omega. He had no desire to tell them he’d made a proposal which she’d agreed to with a dreadful lack of enthusiasm. Said enthusiasm suddenly made an appearance when he locked himself up in his suite only to find he was not alone and that Lia had made an attempt at attacking him. Passionately. 

He let the omega do as she please for several moments. He made no attempts to touch her and limited himself to using his lips in returning the fiery kisses she delivered. Inevitably, she tore his shirt open and the reaction it stirred indicated she might be nearing her heat. That was when he cut her fun short by trading positions and caging her between his body and the wall. “Simmer down, omega. Only my mate would be permitted to assault me as you have,” he told her slowly. “What can I do for you on this fine evening?” And if he was being petty about the way she accepted his proposal… ah well.

[adriannasindie]

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[adriannasindie]

Kenneth & Zachary

     “if i took any shit, i’d be kicked off the team…” he’d thought about it more than once, especially when he was having during off season, but he always managed to decline what was on on offer, choosing alcohol instead. his stamina was all down to the amount he worked out and how much effort he put into fucking someone, and he was just lucky in the sense that he could think of something which made him last longer. kenneth only had to remember that there was a girl in his bed passed out and he was already ready to go again, but zach was never one to turn down sex, even if it was half an hour after his last fuck. he’d have sex all day, every day if he was able to. 

      as kenneth laid his stash on his chest, zachary lifted his arms and put his hands behind his head, showing off his impressive biceps. if his roommate wanted to ride him, then he was gonna let him do just that while enjoying it. to him, a tight hole was just that, it didn’t matter who it belonged to so he paid no mind that he was about to fuck his roommate. he’d slept with guys before when it was offered to him and if he was getting the chance to fuck kenneth, it probably meant he was gonna be able to fuck him again. having someone to fuck whenever he wanted sounded really fucking good to him. zach only watched as kenneth sat down on his cock, taking it slow as he took every inch until soon enough, he was lazily riding him. he was definitely tight around his thick girth and zach could only imagine that it was somewhat painful, even with the amount of lube he had used. as the joint was discarded and kennedy started to bounce on his cock, zach grabbed the phone next to him and quickly pressed record, the focus completely on his cock going in and out of kenneth’s ass. it was definitely something he would use when he found himself alone, but with kenneth letting him fuck him, he doubted he’d be alone a lot. “jesus, come and wake me up like this in the morning.”

  maybe most of the said athletes kenneth had stumbled across were mere body builders, who knew when to expect a test and cut down on their ‘supplements’ a few days before. regardless, he’d never fucked any of those, because all it took was one hand between their legs to know he could find better elsewhere. while he was not necessarily interested in casual sex every day of the week, when the opportunity presented itself, kenneth was not one to turn away some seduction and, later, decent sex. zachary was somewhat of an exception in the sense that there had been no time for his usual mind games and back and forth dance before the main dish was served. far from him to complain because, honestly, it was fucking convenient. if he ever got horny from here on out and failed to bait someone interesting, he could return home with the knowledge that he might get some.

   with the new found high inhibitions ran lower than they already were on a regular basis. it wasn’t the first home made video kenneth would feature in. he didn’t actually give a fuck. now more so than when morning came. he just wanted to fuck himself on the thick cock he was presented with, thoroughly ride it until the tip pressed against his prostate and made his abdominal muscles turn rigid and his cock leak pre cum. “is that an order?” the artist panted, using his thigh muscles so he might bounce higher and fall harder onto his thick shaft. “that’s the kind of perk you get when you’ve fucked me properly. right npw, i’m fucking you, champ.” and he was having the time of his life doing it. 

    the pressure became too much, however. even after the joint. so kenneth removed himself from the inviting cock to shift position. he needed a change in angles if he wanted to last a bit more. so he opted for reverse cowgirl. his knees replaced his feet on the bed, which allowed for shorter motions, less friction. and when that was not enough, he planted his hands in front of him, began to ride zachary’s cock in long, slow drags, knowing that zach was the one with a great view right then of his own cock being devoured by kenneth’s hungry hole. repeatedly.  @fixaticn​

[adriannasindie]

Kenneth & Zachary

    a closed book was the way that zach liked to be, not letting anyone get too close to know stuff about him. he’d read the articles, saw what people thought they knew but most of it was bullshit. no one knew about his childhood or the shit he went through, and they never would unless his father sold his story, which he doubt because it would be him looking like the bad guy. remaining mysterious was the way he was gonna play it, something that seemed to attract a lot of people.

    zach smirked around his cock as he heard the moan come from the others lips, sure that it had been a while since he’d been fucked properly. he was gonna change all that though, make his roommate see how good sex could be. figuring that kenneth would wanna keep going, especially with the way he was moving his hips, zach was caught by surprise as his head was pulled up and off his cock. not something he’d ever have happen before. “even without the fuck i’ve just had, i’d still last a long time so knock yourself out with the joint.” zach couldn’t have one himself with the drug tests he had to go through but it was tempting when kenneth was having one in front of him. “i’m an athlete, you’re gonna be getting fucked for hours…” being an athlete meant stamina was one of his strong points, something kenneth was soon gonna find out. pulling his head out of the others grip, zach moved so he could lie down next to his roommate, hand quickly going around his cock so he could make himself rock hard, not that he needed help in that sense. “go fucking wild on my cock…” assuming that the lubricant was in one of the drawers by the side of the bed, zach reached over and grabbed it, throwing it in kenneth’s direction. 

   zachary’s surprise at being dragged away from a cock was humorous but kenneth knew better than to laugh. laughter during sex was only acceptable when both parties were engaging in it. still, better surprise for stopping than for having one’s mouth suddenly filled with cum. “don’t take offense, but being an athlete isn’t really a selling point. most of them take shit that seems to dissolve their libido. definitely doesn’t seem to be your strategy,” he had a girl sleeping in the next room, passed out. and was about to go at it again. the thought aroused kenneth, knowing the girl was there, knowing he might get caught. 

   kenneth quickly laid his stash over zachary’s chest, found the few items he required and the minute he had everything neatly rolled up, he started fingering himself. it took him no more than a couple of seconds, since anal play was always featured in his daily masturbation sessions.he drenched zachary in lube, because he had no intention of taking it easy. and size did play a role in the decision making. regardless of his efforts, it did take him a solid minute to on his roommate’s cock. too long since he last had a dick stretching his insides. a trembled breath left his lips just before he ignited the joint and he slowly consumed the substance while lazily rolling his hips, acclimatizing to the invasion. the high hit faster than it should have, making him discard the other half of the joint so his hands were free to rest upon the athlete’s chest. kenneth planted his feet against the mattress at each side of zach’s hips and then bounced with suggestive force on the other male’s cock, moaning and panting both from pleasure and effort. but he continued to increase the speed of his motions, aiming to bounce higher and fall harder onto the girth waiting to split him open once again

[adriannasindie]

Rose & Otis

    “You really don’t wanna say shit like that because I will buy a new bus and take you on tour with me.” He got it. Otis would have been the exact same way if it was the other way around, but he was more than okay with getting a new tour bus. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it anyway and if it meant regular sex, then he’d deal with the cost. He’d slept with a lot of fans on his tour bus, girls that had no problem throwing themselves at him for a night and it was just one of the many advantages of being as famous as he was. “I smash every performance so sounds like you’d be riding the shit out of me a lot.”

    Licking his lips, Otis could only watch as her legs spread, meaning she was pushing back harder against the wand, chasing the orgasm she so obviously craved. A lot of the girls he’d been with had been submissive, but nothing like Rose who would probably do everything he asked of her. Not only that, but she was kinky as fuck, a side of himself that he’d never got the chance to explore as he hadn’t met the right girl. Who knew that his best friend of a number of years would be the girl he could do that with?

     As if on cue, Rose suddenly tensed and the wand he was holding was covered in her arousal, but even after an orgasm, Otis wasn’t going to go easy on her. She’d made it clear how much he wanted her, and she was gonna give her just that. “Good girl,” he murmured, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he dropped the wand on to the bed next to him. No doubt he’d be wanting to use it again later when she was struggling to take what he was going to give her. Wrapping his hand around his cock, Otis moved so he was knelt behind her, free hand holding on to her hip so she didn’t think about lying down properly on the bed. She was in a position where he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to her and she’d have to take it. “Bet you’re so fucking tight now…” Lining himself up, Otis filled her up with one hard thrust, groaning at how tight and warm she was around his cock. “If I knew you felt this good, I would have fucked you a lot sooner.”

    “I don’t think you can handle sex with me when I’m drunk. Or high. Might wanna consider that offer carefully.” Rose had never really explored sex while on something, but one of the few times she did, the guy developed a new walk. So she started riding dildos and using fuck machines instead. Because she couldn’t cope with stress without letting loose every so often and, somehow, that always made her horny. Too horny, apparently. “Sounds like you’d be one lucky guy then. And I have other options if cowgirl and reverse cowgirl get too boring for you.”

     No one would take anyone claiming Rose to be submissive seriously. One of the reasons she and Otis remained close throughout the years was because she always gave him crap when he deserved it and no one else wanted to step on his toes. She was loud, opinionated, spoiled. She as a trust fund baby and, as such, had to have everything her way or she got the jitters. Except in bed. Within these four wall, if Otis decided to edge her all night, she’d take it just because it got him off. And if he decided to cum all over her face or make her watch porn for half an hour without touching, she’d agree.. Just because he desired it. And that wasn’t something others would believe her capable of.

       A weakened moan was all she gave in return for his praise. She’d held back and let go at his request. Good; she’d done well. but with the promise of more, Rose suddenly recovered somewhat from her spent state, tongue running along her lips. She did her best to straighten her posture: chest down and ass held up high so Otis could use her in whichever way he wanted most. Tight... definitely. If not because she’d cum two minutes before, then because there was a hook in her ass, leaving less room in her contracted sex. And Otis, being the well endowed bastard that he was, forced his way into her until she couldn’t help but scream because the pleasure was borderline pain, felt so good, too good. Good enough her eyes instantly rolled to the back of her head because her neglected pussy appreciated the dick he finally gave ten times more than she usually would. Her thighs twitched forcibly, wet sounds distracting her because fuck, she’d never been this turned on or hungry for it. Incoherent half broken sentences were muffled cause she couldn’t ever finish a single one. Her reasoning was always cut short by the pleasure jolting across her body. “Fuck,” she hissed, eyes squeezed shut. “Don- don’t sto-oh-op.”

[adriannasindie]

Kenneth & Zachary

   there had never been a time when zach pretended to be a good guy, because he wasn’t and he doubted he was ever gonna be. he was good at football, had his whole career set out for him, but it wasn’t enough, not when he had as much money as he did which allowed him to do anything he wanted. everyone assumed that they knew everything about him, that they knew about his past and why he was the way he was, but they didn’t know half of it and he was never gonna tell anyone either. he’d keep fucking around with anyone he wanted, spending the millions he had and generally not caring about anyone but himself.

    zach wasn’t an idiot, he’d noticed that kenneth had kept his hand around his cock, seemingly not caring about what zach saw. obviously he liked what he saw if he was still as hard as he was. with his sex drive, there was never a chance of zach not doing something about a turned on roommate so he stepped into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. “when was the last time you got properly fucked, huh?” it was a rhetorical question before zach dropped his boxers around his ankles, leaving him completely naked and his thick cock hanging free. he might have only just had sex, but he was always ready to go again and right then was no exception. getting on the bed, zach wasted no time in bending over and wrapping his lips around his roommate’s cock, pulling his hand away so he didn’t think about doing anything himself. his free hand rested on kenneth’s stomach to hold him down, just as he started to bob his head up and down his shaft. 

   despite the several weeks the two had spent sharing a home, kenneth knew very little about his roommate. he knew of what others thought and told, but nothing from the source itself. their schedules were incompatible. kenneth did his best work at the studio post midnight and until dawn. dawn was usually when players got up and about their practice and warmups. he knew zach was a douche, a good lay and fucking gorgeous. nothing else, was certain.

   “can’t answer for sure,” he replied, more honestly than he would have without the joint. and out of all the answers he expected from zach, getting head was not one of them. not that he was going to complain, but it was so unforeseen, his head actually fell back and the deepest moan tore from within his throat. too long. it had been too long. and no handjob from himself could match a foreign warm, tight, wet mouth. the high was starting to wear off, considering h had the joint while still at the studio. and his balls were beginning to tighten, the climax too close now that he had his hips jerking upwards involuntarily. so he dug his fingers into zach’s hair, pulled him off his dick. “considering you just came, you’re gonna last a while, so I need a joint or i’ll be done within the next three seconds and no fun in that, yeah?” zach didn’t need to know that kenneth fucked like a whore on tequila when he smoked. the high made it hard for him to get to his peak and the frustration made him... well. “one joint and you can fuck me until your heart gives out or something.or like, you can let me ride you while i get it ready.” 

[adriannarps]

psa;;

just wanted to let everyone know i’m going on a hiatus from the 21st until the 24th (from thursday to sunday). i’m going on holiday so i might log in from time to time but, obviously, i don’t intend to spend large amounts of time behind a screen. have fun and miss me, yeah?

[adriannasindie]

Kenneth & Zach

     zach didn’t like to throw it around, or even thinking about it all that much, but he was pretty sure he was a sex addict. if there was a chance for sex, he would take it, not giving a fuck about what it could mean for anyone. it didn’t matter if they were married, dating one of his friends or some other shit…if they acted like they were interested in fucking him, then zach was gonna do whatever it took to make it happen. 

      assuming he was alone for the day, zach fucked into the girl underneath him and sure enough, pretty much like clock work, she passed out in his bed as soon as he was done. if she hadn’t, he would have kicked her out, not letting them stay for long after they were done and that was the way he liked it. pulling on his boxers, zach padded out of the room, intent on getting a beer, but he’d only took a few steps before something caught his attention….or someone. it was his roommates fault for leaving the door open in the first place. licking his lips and with a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, zach crossed his arms across his chest and leant against the door frame, eyes falling on the guys girth. “guessing you heard something you liked….” his voice was low and with a hint of cockiness, the guy wasn’t watching porn so he much have been listening. “don’t need to stop on my account, y’know?”

@fixaticn​

   the young artist was living everyone’s worst nightmare. this was generally where people woke, gasping for air, heart racing but relief would wash over them as they realized they were, in fact, safe and alone in their beds. not for him. he was hard and aching, being watched by the twisted eyes of his roommate. because zach was more than a slag. he fucked - and well enough, apparently - but he’d heard the rumors, knew there was something darker. but then darkness always held a certain appeal to men like kenneth, didn’t it? 

    “just trynna finish what i started in the shower, actually.” and while the words were casual, his tone was anything but, still strained by the need to cum. “was convinced the place was empty. my bad,” he mumbled, relieved that his dark complexion usually masked any embarrassment on his end, but he could still feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. his hand was still wrapped around his persistent hard on. he’d give anything to just go soft for once, but his body seemed to enjoy the sight of a just-fucked zach. and fuck him for being the most unsubtle, awkward human being ever. “i’d really like to get this show on the road again so...” either in or out, amigo. but he said nothing, just continued to look up at zach, unaware as to which outcome would be best. probably the one where he gets some dick for a change. thank fuck he smoked  joint before or he’d be losing his shit round about no.

[adriannasindie]

Otis & Rose

        Would he have made a move if he’d known? That was a hard question to answer, mainly because he wouldn’t have wanted to ruin their friendship, but with the both of them wanting, he didn’t know how he could turn the chance down. If he was honest with himself, he’d wanted to fuck her for years, not able to forget all the times he’d imagined her face when he’d fucked into a random girl, someone he never remembered the name of. Even when he was on his own, he’d imagine Rose riding him or on fours for him and he’d empty his load in a matter of minutes. “If I’d known, I would have had you on my tour bus months ago, fucking you on every surface that I’ve got in there.” And there was a lot for the size of the bus.

        It wasn’t the first time that Otis was using rope, but it was the first time that a girl was completely submitting to him, made even more surreal by the fact that it was Rose. He knew her as stubborn and not someone who was afraid to go after what she wanted, so Otis was seeing a different side to her. It was the same for him though, he was usually calm and laid back out of the bedroom, but in the bedroom, he was a complete animal which Rose was gonna find out. He’d managed to pick up a reputation, a pretty good one at that and he was gonna show his friend what he could do. 

         Not wanting to give her chance to change her mind, Otis pressed the want against her clit suddenly, smirking at the cry that ripped from her throat. They could have been hanging out at a beach but Otis couldn’t thin of anything better than what they were doing then. Increasing the speed of the wand, Otis landed a second and third spank to her ass, her cheek reddening from the force that he’d put behind it, but he wanted her to struggle to sit down the following day, remember what he’d done to her. 

         Otis licked his lips as he saw her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs, his name sounding amazing coming from her, but the nickname sounded even better. “Yeah? You wanna cum for daddy?” He was testing it out for himself and he probably liked it more than he should have. Not able to take his eyes off her, Otis turned the wand up to the highest setting, noticing how her ass clenched around the ball as he did. “Then why don’t you fucking cum for me, huh? Maybe then you’ll feel me inside you which I know you’re desperate for.”

     “Get a new bus and we might.” It wasn’t that she minded the fact that he’d fucked groupies there or in hotel rooms. She knew he was highly active in that department and it didn’t repulse her in the slightest. It meant he actually might know what the fuck he was doing. But something about it didn’t seem sanitary. If he wanted to keep the fun going on the road - specially the kinky type - she wanted to be able to enjoy herself fully and not worry about what STDs were to be found on every inch of the damn vehicle. “I could ride the shit out of you whenever you smash a performance.”

      Never in her life had Rose ever called anyone daddy. She’d watched her share porn with the title, understood the appeal. Most guys were easily spooked. Most were too scared to even spank her properly. So how the fuck were they supposed to handle being addressed that way without making it weird? They weren’t. And she hadn’t planned on going there with Otis, but hell, at least he wasn’t stopping. And she was more aroused than ever.

       With her ass tensing each time he smacked her ass, and her clit throbbing with each sway of his hand, it was a wonder she was still resisting her impending orgasm. But Rose would hold back until the man behind her said she could let go. In that sense, she was entirely submissive, couldn’t be anything but. “Yes, daddy,” the brunette mewled, back arching as she looked over her shoulder. “Daddy, please.” The grip to her sheets tightened, knees spreading further just an inch so she was pressed harder to the wand. “Yes, daddy. Yes. Yes, please fill me up. Wanna- wanna feel you. Want you to fuck me.” Her eyes had already fluttered closed, thighs quivering and those same tremors quickly spread throughout her entire body. She tensed once and then her entire body spasmed, a single scream released as her juices gushed over the wand, onto the bed. Her legs shook for several seconds after, moans caught within her chest and throat but still audible. 

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Otis & Rose

       A small smirk pulled at the corners of Otis’s mouth as she shivered, the wiggle of her ass making it obvious how much she was enjoying it. Judging by the way she was acting, she could obviously take a lot more and that was exactly what he was going to give her. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she started to ride his fingers, both of them disappearing as he curled them just right. Finally, he gave her what she craved, adding a third finger as he got her ready for the hook. “Fuck, if I’d known you were like this…”

        After a few minutes of getting her ass ready, Otis pulled his fingers out and grabbed the hook, covering it with lube so it would feel somewhat good. Slowly, he pushed the ball of the hook inside her, licking his lips as it disappeared, leaving the hook to do whatever he with, and that’s when he had the idea.

        Seeing as she had quite a few pieces of rope, Otis grabbed one of them and ran it through the hook, followed by feeding each of the ends under her arms. In his mind, he was gonna make it impossible for her to move and what he was doing was part of that, plus it meant he could control how her hook felt. Running the rope over her chest, Otis fed them over the opposite shoulder, letting them hang so he could hold them when he was fucking her. Happy with the rope around her body, Otis got off the bed and made quick work of tying her hands to the headboard with another bit of rope, along with her feet. Otis was pretty sure that he could literally do anything to his friend and she couldn’t do anything but take it. Part of him was ready to ask her about a safe word, but he figured she wouldn’t have had any of the bondage stuff unless she wanted him to use it. “Could get used to you in this position,” he murmured with a chuckle, putting the wand on the lowest setting before pressing it to her clit. Otis was gonna keep going until she literally couldn’t take anymore, but he had a feeling that she could take a hell of a fucking lot. 

     Abstinence was not something Rose agreed with. She’d settled for it simply because she became exhausted of laying with men who were satisfied while she was not. If that was the deal, she might as well take pleasure into her own hands. But clearly it took a toll on her because now that she had someone willing to fuck her, she couldn’t focus on anything else but how much she missed having an actual dick inside her as opposed to substitutes. The fact that it was Otis... well, it just made her that much hornier for it. “Yeah?” she breathed. “What if you’d known?” Would he have made a move, then? Was he capable of that? Did he ever consider fucking her before the journals?

      Having played with the hook a handful of times, Rose was no stranger to the foreign sensation the cool, heavy metal brought. There was always resistance to it, the larger ball at the end forcing her to open wider. She moaned because she couldn’t help but do so and then she whimpered because the damn thing always weighed her down. In a good way. And that was its purpose, wasn’t it, to ensure she didn’t move and, instead, took whatever Otis dished out for her. But she was already so fucking wet, pussy clenching around nothing, eager for something, anything to split her open.

        For once she’d found someone who knew his way around a rope without requesting her guidance or a manual. So she shifted whenever he nudged her to do so, completely submissive to him whereas everyone else knew her to be impossibly stubborn. Apparently they were both different people in the bedroom. “Maybe you can.” Maybe this was just the beginning of their sexual escapades. Not that Rose was given much space to consider a possible plan because the oment he brought the wand to her clit, her entire body tensed and, because she hadn’t anticipated it, she clenched that much harder around the hook, suddenly aware of how cold and heavy it was. 

         “Fuck!” A cry tore past her chest, her entire body shivering and her thighs trembled. Her pussy leaked, so needy and desperate for something inside, but while empty she was hyper aware of the hook and anal always brought a different level of pleasure. ”Otis!” Her nails scraped against the sheets, abdominal muscles tightening as the build up continued. “Fuck yes,” she gasped, feeling the impending orgasm reaching for her. “Can I cum?” she hiccuped. “Please, daddy.”

[adriannasindie]

Rose & Otis

      With Otis being as well known as he was, it was no surprise that he’d had his cock sucked a number of times, but none of them seemed to be into it as much as Rose was. If it wasn’t what she was doing that made his cock throb, it was the sounds that she was making, gagging every time he hit the back of her throat. During their friendship, if he’d thought for a second that she’d be into fucking around, then he definitely would have given it a shot, but he was gonna show her what she’d been missing out on, along with the fact that reality was far better than anything she could draw in her journal. 

        As her hand replaced her mouth, Otis let out a loud groan, missing how good she’d felt around him but he didn’t wanna cum too soon, needed to make it last to show how good he was in bed. Surprised at the mention of a cock ring as she stood up, Otis ran his tongue along his bottom lip, already imagining how it would feel to be his biggest inside her. He wasn’t small, so he would definitely stretch her out and with the anal hook in her ass, she was gonna fall apart. Licking her lips as she stepped back, Otis couldn’t help but watch as she more or less offered herself to him, the look she was giving him almost begging and he couldn’t not give her what she wanted when he craved the same thing. 

         Crawling up behind her, Otis ran a hand over her ass, giving her a hard spank before grabbing the lube off the bed. “Chest down, ass up,” he growled, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. Once she’d done what she was told, Otis ran his finger around her puckered hole before slowly pushing one inside her, needing Rose to get used to the sensation. There was some push back but he ignored it, slowly inserting a second finger, almost scissoring them to lube her ass up.

     Over the years, it was inevitable that a comment was made, now and then, regarding their sex lives. Rose had never given it much thought prior to the seemingly random fantasies she’d developed. Now, of course, she felt she had something to prove. Otis had banged more chicks than he cared to count. And she suspected he’d resume the lifestyle once his vacations came to an end, but right now he was aching for her and what she could offer, not the randoms whose name he never bothered to learn in the first place. 

       All too soon he joined her and she was quick to do as he requested. Her chest was flattened against the surface of her bed, wrists resting at each side of her head while her ass was perked high into the air. Her knees spread apart so he was given full access. 

        Despite how often she rode dildos, some resistance was to be expected. But fingers were child’s play, even if his were larger than her. Still, the sensation was a pleasant one. The first invasion always was. And she couldn’t help but shiver slightly, specially when she knew it was Otis knelt behind her. The brunette wiggled her ass slightly once she sensed her thighs trembling, groaned at the friction his fingers gave. “So good,” she panted, back arching so her ass was lifted slightly. She wanted a third finger. And then the hook. She wanted to be have her ankles and wrists tied. She wanted to be given no option but to be in this position and have Otis fuck her. And if he chose to use the want first and make her cum around the hook, with an empty pussy the first time around... well, that’d just make her that much tighter for when he finally did decide to get inside her. “Otis,” she whimpered, hands already clutching to the covers. “More. More. More.” And she began riding his fingers, her body rocking back and fourth eagerly. 

[adriannasindie]

Rose & Otis

           Letting her lead him into her room, Otis allowed his gaze to drop to the large box that she pulled out from under the bed, curious as to what she had in there. He’d never met any of her exes so he had no idea what she really liked when it came to guys or sex, but he had a feeling he was gonna quickly find out and he liked that a lot. “Let’s see how busy I can keep you then.”

           Quirking an eyebrow, Otis licked his lips as she pulled a number of toys out of the box, desperately wanting to see what else she had, but he figured he would be finding out at some point. His thoughts were already incredibly filthy, especially when he laid eyes on the anal hook, remembering when he’d seen what she’d drawn in the book. She basically wanted to be completely helpless, rope adding to that and Otis was willing to give her that if that was what she craved. “We’ll start with the shit you just pulled out, but something tells me I’m gonna wanna look in the box to see what else I can use at some point.” Otis had an incredibly high sex drive, could literally go for hours so he hoped that she was ready….he was pretty much a different guy when it came to sex, no longer the sweet guy that everyone knew him as. 

        “Think we should get down to business….” Before he could even finish his sentence, Rose was down on her knees while his belt was removed from his pants. He was in no way ashamed about his cock, not when it was as thick and long as it was, and judging by how quickly she put her mouth on him, she liked what she saw.

          Groaning, Otis couldn’t take his eyes off her as she took him completely in her mouth, or as much as what could fit, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Licking his lips, Otis ran his fingers through her hair and gripped it into a fist, holding her head still before he started to fuck her mouth himself. “Fuck, you’re good at that shit…”

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     She had never been an eager lover. Most of her previous sex buddies had been all talk but no action. Rose was no longer motivated to seduce anyone because most couldn’t tell their dick from their elbow. Today was far from routine for her. She knew a lot of the build up had to do with the countless sex dreams she had prior to this moment, but now that she knew Otis was on board and barely batted an eyelash in the face of her stash of toys... well, the throbbing between her thighs only grew harder.  

       Rose moaned in response to his praise but was fanatic in the way she bobbed her head back and forth along his shaft. It was almost as though she were addicted to sucking dick. Or his, at the very least. The sounds she produced suggested she highly enjoyed gagging on his girth and it wasn’t long before her hand slipped between her legs, fingers playing with her clit as a means of settling some of the carnal cravings she was currently experiencing. She was so committed to the task at hands, it wasn’t long before he was fully soaked and her hand replaced her mouth so she could suck on his sac gently.  

         On the one hand, it’d be great to have his cum filling her mouth, on the other, he wouldn’t be any thicker and harder than he was that very moment. So she stood slowly, her hand still pumping him. “Cock ring. I want you to be this big inside of me once I’m set.” DP was one of the few things Rose had never tried. “I want to fall apart. I want you to break me.” Her large brown eyes were pleading with him to give that much to her. But she knew better than to simply beg with words, so Rose released him from her grasp, eyes locked with his as she crawled onto her bed and set herself on all fours, as though she was merely offering herself up for grabs. If he’d just take her. 

[adriannasindie]

Rose & Otis

       The way she put it made Otis feel like he should have been ashamed that he was hard as fuck, but she was a beautiful girl and after going through the book, he could hardly be blamed. “Nah I’m cool, bet you’re feeling it yourself in some way too.” The images in his mind were anything but pure, mainly recreating what she had drawn and imagining how she would feel if he fucked her senseless like she’d been thinking about. 

        As his friend opened her robe, Otis couldn’t stop himself from letting his gaze fall over her body, taking in how the lace looked hugging her figure. He’d obviously noticed her breasts before, but all of a sudden, they looked so much fucking better than he remembered. Catching the book she tossed at him, Otis took a couple of seconds to make sure that she really wanted to know because it was super random. They’d been friends for years and all it had taken was him finding her journal to see her in a different light. He wasn’t gonna turn down the chance of having an awesome fuck though, as long as it didn’t get awkward between them after. 

       A number of the pictures had caught his attention, but one had stood out more than the others. Quickly flicking to the page, he stood up from the bed and held it out to her so she could see what he was getting at. It was the one with her connected to an anal hook and he was desperate to see it for himself, see how it would make her feel if she could do nothing but take it. Otis never thought he would be into that kinda stuff, but he was impressed she was and he sorta wanted to explore that side to her. “What d’you say?”

@fixaticn·

     Otis and Rose had been friends for multiple years. She often mocked the artist on how much he depended on her to keep his feet set on the ground. Most people he knew prior to the fame currently sucked up to him just so they could get a taste of that lifestyle. Those he met after... well, they were even worse. And, despite their laid back attitude towards most things in life, she knew them to rely on one another more than most people did. That was what she told herself spurred on the wet dreams. When they never stopped coming, she decided to draw them in a journal, hopeful that channeling those thoughts elsewhere might permit her a good night’s rest. For the most part, it worked.  That didn’t mean such torrid visuals invaded her mind at the worst of times, like when they were just hanging out and she suddenly found herself wondering if he’d agree to fuck her then and there. “At least you’re not into vanilla,” she stated lightly, lips curled. .

       Rose barely ever dated. And Otis had never met any of her exes because none of them were remarkable in any way. Which, in turn, meant she had one hell of a stash when it came to sex toys and bondage accessories. “A girl’s gotta keep busy,” she explained simply one she’d lead him to her room and pulled out a large box from beneath her bed. 

         The anal hook, lube, rope and wand were set on her bed and only then did she turn to face her friend seemingly about to turn lover. “Anything you want from that box?” she questioned with a chuckle, nails grazing his chest. “Or should we just get down to business?” But she’d let him analyze the box by himself, considering she was already falling to her knees, working on his belt and, later, his pants. His dick had barely sprung free when she brought her mouth onto him, groaning around his aching mass and sucking roughly. She managed, despite how long it had been, to fit him all the way to the back of her throat. Jesus, he could have told her he had a massive fucking cock. Fuck.

[adriannasindie]

Andreas & Lia

“I’m not unwilling.” She confirmed with a soft sigh, hand rubbing her thigh as she looked down at them. No, she would never be unwilling with Andreas, unless he got someone else to mate him, Lia didn’t think she could push him away. It wasn’t even the fact that her wolf seemed to like him more than she had ever liked anyone else, but the human part of her, the one that was in control most of the time also liked him. “Andreas.” The brunette squirmed uncomfortably on her seat, though she didn’t like the idea of making his wolf worried, she also didn’t want to tell him exactly what was wrong.

What if he confirmed it?

“I don’t wish to speak about it.” He could respect that, even more when she had accepted his mating, right? There was a second of hesitation before Lia reached for his hand, lips pressing against it, his scent calming her somewhat. “No. My father is inconsequential while I’m under your protection and Emma is more bark than bite.” And though nothing had ever happened between the two of them, the beta had been smart enough not to try and instigate her. Lia bit as much as she barked. “And I enjoy your wolf.” Letting go of his hand, she tried to smile but failed “I’ll eventually get over whatever it is, so please, let this one go.”

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     He didn’t think this to be the best outcome. Of course he was pleased that she had accepted his offer, but he had to notice the way in which she did so. As opposed to glorious and satisfied, he felt hollow with the misunderstanding of everything. Lia asking him not to press the matter only made him wish to do so and, whereas before her touch would have been soothing, right now it only made him more suspicious. His wolf, however, enjoyed the physical contact and proved less restless. That failed to ease Andreas’ mind. “If you’re sure...” he trailed off, uncertain as to what other answer he might provide her when he had built certain expectations for this moment.

     “There’s a big hunt tomorrow. I have to introduce the youngest alphas to the activity,” the young male explained, already tugging his shirt off. “I’m gonna wash off and then call it an early night. We can announce the mating tomorrow and then Juliet can help you with whatever it is you’ll need for the big day.” If she didn’t want any presure, he’d lay off. The hunt would be a welcome distraction and, hopefully, by the end of the day tomorrow, she’d be more optimistic about the ordeal. Because, right now, she seemed anything but. And that in itself put him down a notch.