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@bcdchem
𝐁𝐂𝐃𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌 — a dash exclusive, medium to high activity, indie multimuse blog that is semi-private/mutually-exclusive. this blog/my writing will contain triggering/nsfw content, including smut, but i am not a smut-centered blog. MINORS DNI. written and loved by harley. 30+. they/them. est.
𝐧𝐚𝐯. ✦ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. ✦ 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. ✦ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. ✦ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. ✦ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬. ✦ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ✦ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. ✦ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.
valerie's moan came out strangled and breathless as her oxygen was cut off. it enhanced the euphoric feeling that engulfed her like a tidal wave crashing over her. kept her drowning deep in its dark depths, black spots forming in her vision but it wasn't enough to make her pass out. no it was enough to have her feel everything at heightened levels. every thrust of hayden's cock into her felt like it was deeper and harder than she'd ever felt before. as if hayden was the predator and she was the prey and he finally caught her after all of this time. the cold tile of the shower wall hardened her nipples to new levels and she whimpered at the feeling. she felt so overstimulated and not stimulated enough at the same time. her head fell back against his shoulder, hips rocking in time with hayden's own in order to push him ever deeper inside of her and brushing along the spot that drove her wild every damn time. the knot inside of her already began to twist together and tug violently, the pleasure building up at a rapid speed thanks to her being lightheaded. her hand grabbed for hayden's free wrist and pulled his hand up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around two of his fingers and humming. every inch and ounce of her was set on fire and she desperately needed something to keep her grounded. the taste of him on her tongue only added to the dizzying feeling she already experienced. since valerie couldn't get words out anyways thanks to the hand around her throat, she figured this would be a good way of communicating to hayden that whatever he did to her felt good and she wanted more.
The sheer sight of Valerie completely and utterly under his mercy was a drug Hayden wasn’t prepared to come down from. The way he could physically see her practically fade in and out, desperately rocking her hips back against him in time with his thrusts because of how good it felt… God, he swore he’d never fucking loved her more than he did in this moment. When her hand shot up to guide his fingers into her mouth, a deep groan of appreciation tore from the depths of his chest. Seeing her take him in, her dark eyes dilated and hazy as she fought to stay present was unlike anything else he’d ever experienced. She was signaling her total submission, turning his own hand into something to grasp while he dismantled her piece by piece. “That’s it, babygirl,” he hissed, his voice thick with dark admiration. “Take it… Fuckin’ take it.” Hayden refused to let up. He drove into her with an even more punishing, relentless rhythm, but as he did so, he felt the pulse of her walls tightening around his cock, signaling her impending orgasm. He watched the way Valerie’s throat worked around his fingers, the way her body slumped slightly against his hold, losing the fight to stay upright as the pressure of his hand on restricting her blood flow pushed her further into that manic, euphoric haze. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” He growled against her skin, almost in a mocking tone. “Don’t fight it, baby. Just let it go and give it all to me.”
open to: w & nb, 39-50 only. muse: hayes boudreaux. 29. he/him. bartender. bisexual. plot: based on the plot in the source.
It was a humid Southern afternoon and the air was thick with post-storm dampness that Hayes always hated ever since he was a child. He was used to it, sure, but that didn't mean he liked it. He was currently out in the front yard, clearing away the branches that the storm had ripped from the old oak tree, when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his neighbor step out onto their porch. He watched in curiosity as they wound their arms around themself (almost like in insecurity), standing by the mailbox for the third time that day. He hadn't meant to keep tabs on them, but his front windows faced theirs, and it was hard to miss the way they spent their afternoons looking out at the empty road, waiting for something that clearly wasn't coming. Though when it seemed as if they had caught him looking at them, Hayes paused, leaning on the handle of his rake as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the hem of his t-shirt. But instead of pretending like he saw nothing, he decided he was going to try and introduce himself, if nothing else. So, he tossed the rake aside onto the grass and wiped his palms on his jeans, then crossed the property line to close the distance between them. "Afternoon," he called out, his voice carrying that thick Louisiana drawl. He stopped a respectful distance away, though his eyes stayed locked on their frame. "Figured it was about time I introduced myself instead of just lettin' you wonder. Name's Hayes."
she had hoped that kamari let it go when she decided to leave at the speed of lightening , but of course he was an athlete and one of the core aspects of his job was to run. she huffed. " if i needed a bodyguard , i would have hired the one that is on standby if needed." she hissed. the woman rolled her eyes then motioned him to follow her outside. once out , she let the warm, ocean water breeze hit her face , inhaling softly with her eyes closed. she lingered for a few seconds before she continued her way out of the area of the house. " i don't want you breathin' the same air i am. i need you fifty feet away from me. can't think with you all up in my space."
Kamari opened his mouth to respond to her, but once again, she disappeared out of his sight faster than he could blink. He let out an incredibly annoyed groan, quickly following her down to the beach. It took him absolutely no time at all to reach her, but only because his strides were much longer and quicker than hers. "What is your fuckin' problem, Aidan?" Kamari finally snapped, his voice low enough to keep from carrying back up to the house. He closed the distance between them in a few more strides, ignoring her demand for fifty feet of separation. "I'm tryna get along here, because it's important to my mama. Does that not matter to you at all or what?" He was hurt, though he'd never admit it out loud. He knew she cared about his family (she'd explicitly said she did), but the way she was freezing him out made him feel like a chore she was forced to tolerate. "You think I wanna be playin' house right now? You think it's easy for me to lie to my family every time they ask when we setting a date? I'm doin' the best I can here, Aidan. But you out here actin' like I'm the villain just for making sure you don't get snatched off a dark beach at midnight."
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Amelia flinched at Summer's words, the question cutting through the lingering haze of their intimacy. She finally shifted, pulling the silk duvet against her chest, though it did little to hide the way she was less than pleased with Summer's interrogation. She turned her head, fixing her icy gaze on the other, practically staring her down. The audacity of her bluntness made Amelia's stomach churn. "Is that what you honestly think?" Amelia scoffed bitterly, shaking her head in disappointment. "You stand in my doorway, you look me in the eye, and you tell me it's over because the world is watching, because my life is too much, and yet here you are, picking a fight just so you have an excuse to keep this bullshit alive." She let out a harsh laugh (though it was devoid of any humor), gesturing vaguely towards the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. "I wanted you because you were the only thing in my life that felt real to me, not for whatever bullshit reason you're thinking in your head. But if you really need to believe that I'm that shallow, that I'd subject myself to this torture just to feel better about myself, then go ahead. Tell yourself whatever you need to walk out that door and never come back."
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Amelia stayed curled on her side, tracing the faint pattern of the duvet cover with a single fingertip as she listened to what Kamala was saying. Different. It was a dangerous word, a favorite word of theirs, trotted out every single time they managed to unravel each other's carefully built resolves. Slowly, Amelia pushed herself up on one elbow, finally turning her gaze from the discarded fabric on the floor to meet Kamala's eyes. "You always say that," Amelia said, wanting to roll her eyes at the absurdity, but she refrained. She let her gaze drop to the floor and back up, a dry, bitter laugh escaping her lips. "And yet, your clothes are on my floor. Proof that your resolve lasts roughly as long as it takes you to reach my front door." The popstar let out a quiet breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed and reaching blindly for the silk robe pooling on the chair beside the bed. She draped it loosely over her shoulders, then tied it together over her waist as if she was shutting out what had just happened.
isn't even sure how she's ended up like this, dripping wet and desperate for her boyfriends sister. a series of events that bella couldn't even begin to explain but she had no intentions of doing so. for the first time in a long time she was doing something for herself and god did it feel good. when she felt imani's hand go over her ass and between her legs she helped, or at least as much as she could by spreading her legs for her. "it's so fucking hard, he has no idea what he's doing, ever." her voice is weak, unlike her proud one she usually sported. "i need you, i need you to make me feel good, need you to make me realize what i'm missing." the whine in her voice more clear. "i want you to make me feel good, god i want to make you feel god." slowly her hips start to grind downward rather than backwards, her panty-less cunt pressed against her fingers, bringing herself pleasure. "i want to feel your lips, want to feel you, please..." it's unlike her to beg for someone, but in that moment she knows no better than that.
When Isabella spread her legs, opening herself up so willingly, Imani could only feel the way her cock grew even harder than before. The sound of that desperate, broken whine was better than anything she could have ever imagined, and she wanted nothing more than to hear it for the rest of her life if it was possible. Finally deciding to stop teasing the blonde, she slid two fingers deep into the slickness of Isabella's pussy, meeting no resistance. "Oh, I think you're gonna realize exactly what you've been missing." Imani began with an agonizingly slow drag of her fingers against Isabella's sensitive walls, testing the depth of her hunger. "If he doesn't know what he's doing, that's fine by me," she whispered, her lips ghosting against the shell of Isabella's ear as she suddenly increased the pace of her fingers, swirling them in slow, deep circles. "I'm more than happy to show you the difference between a boy playing house and a woman who knows exactly how to turn you into a complete fucking mess."
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"You realize how stupid that sounds?" Rolling his eyes, Zaire picked up his drink to take a sip from it, glancing around at his surroundings before allowing his eyes to settle back on his ex. "Like, you can't say you hate me, then tell me how good I look in the same sentence. That ain't right, man."
continued from here ( @lobotomiize )
Jordan knew a long time ago that Macy wasn't going to be able to keep up with what they had asked of her. And that was precisely why they wanted her to do it so bad. It never took long for the girl to become an absolute wreck underneath her, and she was only proving that as time went on and the more Jordan fucked her. "That's it, just like that," she encouraged with a grinding slide of her hips, once again driving the fake cock impossibly deeper than before, pinning Macy further into the mattress. Jordan then shifted their grip, sliding a hand up to firmly knead the tense muscles of Macy's shoulder, keeping her firmly planted right where she was while the next thrust was harder, deeper, and completely all-consuming. "Keep going, baby. Want you to try and finish that chapter before I let you cum. Can you do that for me?" Except, Jordan wasn't giving her a choice. They'd do whatever they had to in order to make sure Macy held off for as long as she could.
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Hayden stared at the bouquet in the woman's hands, his fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the door. He wasn't upset that yet another person was bringing flowers to him as an offering of sympathy (as if that would make him feel any better), but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tired of it. Her attempt at humor didn't make him laugh, but it didn't offend him, either — instead, it felt like a tiny anchor dragging him back to reality from the fog he'd been drifting in all afternoon. He remembered her now. She was the girl from the flower shop, the one who had gently corrected his terrible taste in floral arrangements (who could blame him when outer space was his only forte) when all he'd wanted was to bring something beautiful home to his wife. "Aaliyah," Hayden finally spoke (even if it was only her name), a sad smile touching the corners of his lips before it vanished just as quickly. "I remember you telling me something about button mums. You told me they were for your mother." Hayden let out a small laugh, thinking back to the memory, the first genuine laugh that came out of him in a while. He then looked down at the carnations in her hands, carefully taking them from her. When she spoke again, asking about needing help, Hayden's eyes followed her gaze back into the living room. He cleared his throat, his voice rough and uneven as he looked back at his neighbor. He knew he should probably say no. He should probably thank her politely, close the door, and preserve his privacy. But she was also the first person to even ask if he wanted help with anything at all. "I am," Hayden admitted softly, stepping back and holding the door open a little wider. "I am doing it alone. And honestly... I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it." He looked at Aaliyah, a mixture of exhaustion and quiet gratitude in his eyes. "If the offer still stands, I could really use the help. Come on in."
when he leaned against the doorframe, she arched a brow and chuckled. "i think you might have just found me on a good day. then again, haven't gotten any new neighbours in a while. it's a lot of old couples around here and a few my age. everyone's settled, though." she gave a little shrug and handed him a glass of lemonade. she poured one for herself and took a short sip. "plus, that storm was something last night and it looks like you had a lot of work to do. thought i could be kind and give you a break." her smile widened and she took a deep breath. "it's too hot not to take them right now. our air conditioning broke a couple of days ago and i called someone immediately, otherwise, i'd be bringing the lemonade over to your place if it was stifling in here." marie folded her arms across her chest again and leaned back against her counter. "do you like the area so far?" she asked and tipped her head to the side for a moment before taking a deep breath. she didn't have to worry about her husband making a grand entrance, thank god. she needed to branch out from her life right now. she had friends, but...this young man was handsome and he was free. she could enjoy herself for a while.
"Well, I'm glad I timed it right, then," Hayes said, his Southern drawl smooth as silk as he took the glass from her hand. He took a long, slow sip of the lemonade, letting out a quiet hum of approval. "And you ain't wrong about the heat. I've grown up around this kind of weather, but I don't think I'll ever like it. The muggy feeling is just awful." He shifted his weight a little, watching Marie's movements carefully as she leaned back against the counter, listening to her explain how her air conditioning unit had broken recently. "Man, that's brutal in July. At least you were able to get it fixed right away, that's the important thing." Hayes took another sip of the sweet lemonade, his gaze now drifting over the clean kitchen before settling back on Marie. "I like it. It's really nice and quiet. Just what I was lookin' for," he answered, his crooked smile returning. "A bit of a change of pace from what I'm used to, but it's great." He gave her a curt nod of his head before taking a look at his surroundings again, noticing some pictures on the wall and other various decorations that alluded to her likely being married. It felt wrong and invasive to ask, especially after only just meeting her, but he wanted to get to the bottom of what was clearly bothering his neighbor. "What about you, though? You married or anything? Kids?"
──── the way ayari's wide, fawn-like eyes were glued to his lap made it seem like she was completely mesmerized. something about seeing her roommate overcome with this raw desire had this aching lust twisting inside her chest. "yeah, that's right" her voice playful and oozing with this desperate hunger. "you're, like, so fucking hard right now. i love watching you get yourself off like that. could watch you for hours and still want more." ayari's teeth grazed her bottom lip the mom watching him twitch in his hand like that. "i'm not the only one keeping surprises here." her lips nearly grazing his the moment he closed the space between them. "who knew you were so big like that?" her voice a sultry whisper as she finally shifted between his legs.
ayari dipped her head down, her plump lips hovering over the sensitive tip of his cock. "i can be a very good roommate," she teased, using both of her hands to stroke his cock in this agonizingly slow rhythm from the base all the way to the head. "you're already throbbing in my hands, jamie. like your heart is beating in your cock...god, you must really need to cum and i'm going to watch you lose your mind when you do." her back arched slightly, that tiny skirt inching up, exposing her soft ass. her puffy lips slowly wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive area. ayari hummed against his length. her eyes never leaving his own. she bobbed her head in an unhurried motion, pooling her saliva under her tongue before letting it spill all over the base of his cock. she was taking him inch by inch, letting the slippery noises of his cock against her lips fill the space between them.
Goddamn, Ayari had a mouth on her. Jamie wondered why in the hell she had always been acting so shy around him for, when she knew all the right things to say to make him harder (if that were even possible), all the right things to do with her hands. He was glad that she wasn't holding back anymore and he couldn't wait to see where the rest of the night would take them. As soon as Jamie felt her mouth on him, his head hit the headboard again with a loud thud, his senses practically going into overdrive. The sensation of her lips, warm and impossibly soft, meeting his sensitive skin sent a wave of pure pleasure straight to his core. He hadn't expected this, but he wasn't going to complain. Not ever. He gripped the sheets beneath him as he fought to keep his hips from driving up into Ayari's mouth. He wanted to pin her down, to take control, but watching her (this girl who had spent the last month playing the shy, innocent roommate) take him in like she was a goddamn professional had him completely paralyzed by his own lust.
"Fuck, just like that," Jamie hissed under his breath, his eyes burning as he carefully watched the way her throat worked and the way her tongue swirled against his most sensitive point. Every time she hummed against him, he could already feel himself teetering on the brink of no return. But there was no way in hell the trainer was going to let that happen yet. He didn't want to embarrass himself by cumming so fast, especially when this was only their first time together. He was determined to make every second count and last. "You're doing that shit on purpose, aren't you?" He groaned, his voice cracking just slightly. He watched her through half-lidded, dilated eyes, unable to restrain himself any longer as his hips bucking almost involuntarily against Ayari's mouth while she continued her agonizingly slow pace. "You're trying to see exactly how fast I can lose it."
if someone were to tell him that a simple workout routine would have led to this, he wouldn't have believed them. mainly because he didn't think that jamie would ever say yes to sleeping with him. no amount of cardio could have prepared him for the back to back sessions that they had though. his body still felt like he was on fire. he didn't know if he was ever going to feel another high like that ever again. which meant that he was going to try to sleep with the blond once more. once he knew how could it could be then he didn't want to give it up. "oh shut up. you're lucky that my balls have nothing else to give, otherwise i would have plugged your mouth again to get you to stop talking." he rolled his eyes, clearly just messing around with his trainer. "trust me, i'm going to pay much more attention to your training from here on out. there's not going to be a session that i'll want to miss." his laugh came out hoarsely, but he hoped that how much fun he had was evident. after mustering up some more of his strength, the last that he probably had left, he propped himself up on his elbows so that he could get a good look of the other man. "i'm also going to have to watch what i say around you." he winked at him. "for now, i'm going to have to find a way to say thank you the next time that i see you." he leaned over to capture a quick kiss from logan's lips. then, he finally slunk off from the bed, feeling his knees give out to him a little. "this was fun though. i don't think anyone else has ever been that mind blowing before." and he meant every single compliment when it came to that. "you have my number if you want to repeat this before our next session."
Jamie let out a weak laugh, his eyes rolling lazily at the bartender's empty threat. "Please. You can barely keep your eyes open, let alone plug anything," he teased, his voice still hoarse from the assault on his throat. He shifted his own weight slightly, savoring the rise and fall of Logan's chest beneath him, entirely unfazed by the fact that he was supposed to be the disciplined professional here. When Logan joked about paying closer attention to his training and never missing a session, Jamie smirked, a faint spark of his usual cocky authority returning. "Good, because your form is still terrible. I'll be expecting a lot more effort from you on the mats." Jamie blinked sleepily through his long lashes, his dirty blond curls falling over his forehead as he listened to Logan's hoarse compliments. When the bartender leaned in to capture a quick, soft kiss from his lips, Jamie actually let his eyes close, leaning into the brief contact with a rare vulnerability that he usually kept under lock and key. But then, when he all but pulled away and slunk off the bed, Jamie swore he could feel his heart sink a little bit. The reality of this being over with now was suddenly louder than the other thoughts in his head. He didn't want Logan to leave; it was clear he was just as exhausted as he was, so staying only made sense. Jamie bit the inside of his cheek just as the competitive, arrogant trainer suddenly melted away to reveal something much softer beneath the surface. "Hey," Jamie called out softly. He waited until Logan turned around before he cleared his throat, his gaze dropping down to the bed for a split second before forcing himself to look back up through his lashes. "You... You don't have to leave." He swallowed hard, a shy tint of pink dusting his cheeks as he gestured vaguely to the empty space beside him on the bed. "Stay with me... Please?"
continued from here ( @sugcrtclks )
An easy grin spread across Cameron's face as he watched Katherine slip into the oversized jersey. It practically swallowed her up completely, and somehow made her look smaller than she already was and entirely too tempting. When she hoisted the helmet onto her head, he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. She looked entirely ridiculous, completely out of her depth, and yet so utterly captivating at the same time. "First of all, you don't win a training session," Cameron said, finally stepping off the patio and onto the plush green grass of the yard. "But if you manage to catch a deep ball without face planting into the grass, I'll let you choose whatever you want to do later on tonight." He walked back about ten yards, then turned to face Katherine with a relaxed stance. "Alright, rule number one — we gotta perfect your stance," he called out, gesturing for her to come out onto the grass. "C'mere. Let me show you how to set your feet. If you're gonna run a route, you gotta have a base, otherwise you will trip over your own feet."
