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All Tied Up
ೃ⁀➷ handcuffs/restraints : Day 21
feat. Bo Sinclair ᯓ★ Bo likes to leave you out as bait for his next victims. He also finds it sexy seeing you in your role as the helpless, tied-up victim.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, panty sniffing, bo actually giving for once??, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
Being blindfolded, gagged, and tied to the radiator was a common occurrence for you. Knowing you weren’t really in danger sometimes actually made it fun for you.
Your senses of hearing of smell were all that you could rely on in these moments, and usually they painted you a pretty clear picture of what was happening. Screams echo out in the isolated town, and then the unmistakable iron-like scent of blood fills your nostrils, signaling a death.
It’s quiet for a couple of minutes before you hear heavy boots stomping into the room you’re tied up in, and a wolf whistle sounds from in front of you.
“Shit, darlin’, you look hotter every time I come in here to get you.”
You squint as light fills your eyes, Bo having just removed your blindfold. He steps back, hands on his hips as he eyes you up and down. Your gaze shoots downward and back up at him to signal to him to take the gag out of your mouth.
“Hold on, I just wanna get a good look at you.” He chuckles, licking his lips.
You sigh, letting your head fall back against the wall. You’re not entirely sure what Bo sees in you being covered in filth and left to roast in a sweltering room for hours on end, but to each their own.
As he hums approvingly, his eyes scanning your restrained body, you notice him adjusting himself in his pants. They begin to tent and you try to say something to him but your words are muffled from the gag.
“Alright, alright, let’s hear what that filthy mouth has to say.” Bo concedes, kneeling to remove the gag from your mouth and hand it around your neck.
You glare up at him. “Do you seriously have a fucking boner right now?”
He grins cheekily. “I just can’t help myself around you darlin’.”
You roll your eyes, ignoring the feeling of your cheeks heating up and the arousal pooling in your stomach. Bo could be abrasive, and annoying, and many other not so positive things, but he sure had a way with words that always was a reminder why you subjected yourself as bait for his killings.
“Really though,” he continues, “seeing you all tied up is getting me going.” His calloused hands run up and down your thighs, palming at the flesh and sending a shiver up your spine. You glance up at Bo and see the desire in his eyes, evident in the way that his stare darkens as his pupils expand.
The rusty handcuffs strapped around your wrists bang against the radiator as you try to adjust your position. “Uncuff me so we can fuck, then.”
“Nah,” Bo pulls down your shorts, smirking at the sight of your pussy soaking through your panties. “I think I’ll keep you like this a little longer.”
He buries his face between your thighs and takes in a big whiff of your essence.
Your body jerks up at the suddenness of his actions. His nose bumps into your clit, and you moan. You wish you could reach down and pull him closer, but your arms remain stuck above your head, bound by the handcuffs.
“Shit,” he whispers, using two fingers to rub on your wet slit. “Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy.”
He pulls back his fingers to admire the way they glisten with your wetness, and you practically whimper when he sticks them in his mouth. Your toes curl and you try to pull your body closer to him, but the handcuffs prevent you from moving too far from your spot against the wall.
Bo grins, and returns his attention to your pussy. He tongues your clothed slit and a gasp escapes your lips as you jolt. The fabric is completely soaked thanks to your arousal, sticking to your puffy lips as Bo continues his teasing.
“Nice and wet for me,” he coos against your pussy, the vibrations of his deep drawl causing your walls to flutter around emptiness.
He doesn’t leave you hanging any longer as he detaches your soaked panties from your pussy, pushing them to the side as he dives into you, coating his tongue in your juices.
“Oh, fuck!” you cry out. Your arms instinctively go to move down so that you can grab onto his hair, but the handcuffs and stop you and you sob in frustration. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your hips buck helpless into his mouth and your hands ball into fists, desperate for relief.
You can feel the way Bo smirks into your pussy, pushing his tongue deeper inside of you. He uses his thumb to play with your swollen clit and you jerk at the touch.
The light stubble on his cheeks scratches into your thighs, but you revel in the roughness, enjoying the light pain it brings you.
Bo hums, the sound muffled against your pussy. “Messy girl,” he teases. His thumb on your clit starts increasing in pace, and you feel your walls contract as your peak reaches closer and closer with his touch.
Bo takes notice of it quickly. “Gonna cum for me already?”
“Yes, yes!” Your restrained hands flex as you buck up into him wildly. “Oh God, yes, please, let me cum!” you babble, tears welling up in your eyes from the stimulation.
“Well, when you’re that desperate,” he murmurs, glancing up at your already fucked out form, “who am I to deny you?”
He pumps his tongue deeper into you, fingers expertly pulling out all kinds of sounds from your lips.
Your orgasm hits you suddenly, your entire body shaking with the force of it. Your breath comes out in broken gasps and your eyes roll back as you allow yourself to bask in the feeling. You squeeze your legs together as your body squirms, pleasure completely washing over you.
In your state of bliss, you barely notice how Bo pulls himself back and furiously tugs down his pants and underwear, his hard cock springing out of its confines.
“Look at you,” he teases, shoving his hand between your thighs and scooping up your arousal. He uses it to lube himself up, fisting his cock, slowly as it begins to glisten with your slick. “All tied up and helpless to stop me.”
His eyes trail over your body like a man starved, breath ragged and cheeks flushed with need. “I can do whatever I want with you and you wouldn’t even be able to stop me.”
You bite your lip. “But I wouldn’t want to stop you.” You slowly spread your legs back open to him, a silent offering of your sopping wet pussy.
Bo’s grin widens and he pounces on you like an animal in heat. His cock pulses with desire, the head red and angry.
“Fuck,” he growls, “Look at what you do to me.” His cock throbs against you, the aching member resting on the pouch above your pussy. He rocks himself against you, the motion wetting your skin.
He holds his cock in his hands and guides it lower, pressing it against your slit. You whimper as he rubs it against your wetness, the head teasingly pushing through your folds but missing your entrance.
“Need you inside,” you beg, making a feeble attempt to wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.
He slaps his cock against your entrance. “Yeah? You need it?”
You nod furiously, tugging on the handcuffs. “Please!”
You yelp as Bo pushes himself inside of you and immediately begins to piston his hips. The loud squelching from your pussy causes your face to heat up, revealing how aroused you are.
He groans, grabbing onto your hips and fucking you into him, fighting against the tug of the restraints that pulls your body taut. “Atta girl, making a mess on my cock. Looks like you were born to do this.”
“Oh God!” you let out with a cry, your head thrown back against the wall, pulse racing as Bo thrusts into you.
“No God here,” he drawls, tightening his grip on you, “only me.”
As he thrusts into you, Bo admires the creamy white ring that envelops his cock, the culmination of your essence and his arousal. The sight gets him even more worked up, his hips rutting into you even rougher than before.
“Can’t do anything but lay there and take it,” he rambles, his cock hitting places so deep it makes you see stars. “You like being all helpless while I fuck you?”
It felt as though he was drilling a hole into you, opening you up wide with his cock. You can barely register his comments as body goes limp, only being held up by his hands. Drool escapes from the corner of your lips as you pant, chest heaving as Bo buries himself deep into your pussy.
“Shit,” he exhales, gritting his teeth, “gonna fucking cum.”
His hips stutter and his fingers press into your skin, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. You bask in the way his cock pulses inside of you, and you can feel yourself flutter around his member.
“Feel so good, squeezing around me.” Bo’s eyes are squeezed shut and he swallows hard, clenching his jaw as he gets closer to his orgasm. “Gonna cum inside you.”
Your pussy tightens in anticipation at his declaration and it acts as his trigger, Bo letting out a low groan as he spills inside of you.
His thick cum fills you up completely as it shoots out in streams, the heat pooling in your stomach. His cock twitches as he rolls his hips to empty himself inside of you just as your entrance spasms with your second orgasm hitting you.
Bo pulls himself out of you and rests his now semi-hard cock on your stomach. He allows himself to fall forward, his large body covering your own as you both recover from your releases, panting in sync as your breaths mingle with the closeness.
After a minute, you rattle the handcuffs and get Bo’s attention, his eyes shifting up to the restraints. “Can you let me out now?” you ask, voice scratchy from your cries.
He smirks. “Gotta find the key first.”
You try to kick him, but he dodges your foot at the last second, sitting up and chuckling.
“Asshole!”
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╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: You find yourself in the strong, capable arms of Charlie Swan after you find out your best friend got married and had a baby
╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, best friend's dad, age gap (reader is college-aged), fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, alcohol consumption
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Forks hadn’t changed. The rain still fell in sheets, blurring the outlines of the pines as you passed. You hadn’t realized how much you missed the steady hum of the rain pattering against your windshield. Forks always had a way of making you feel comforted and hollow all at once.
College had kept you busy, but there was always a quiet tug in your heart when you thought about this little town. You told yourself it was nostalgia. You told yourself it wasn’t about her.
You parked at your usual spot in front of the Swan house. The same old cruiser was parked in the driveway, though the paint looked a little duller, the tires a little more worn. You hesitated, your fingers tightening on the steering wheel as you looked up at the familiar white siding. You hadn’t written, hadn’t called. You just… left after graduation. You knew a clean break would be easier, less heartwrenching. College in Portland quickly consumed you, but every once in a while, your mind drifted to Forks, to Bella.
Rain drenched your hair, and your shoes scruffed against the concrete steps as you forced yourself toward the door. You knocked twice, your fingers trembling from the downpour.
The door creaked open, and there he was. Charlie Swan, chief of police and Forks’ resident bachelor, stood before you, flannel-clad and unshaken, blinking like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
For a moment, he looked too surprised to speak. Then, a small smile tugged at his lips. “Well, I’ll be damned. Look who’s back.”
“Hi, Chief,” you replied, a bit sheepish. “Is Bella home?”
Something flickered in his expression, and your stomach twisted as dread settled in your ribs like a fifty-pound weight. He opened the door wider.
“Why don’t you come in? You’ll catch a cold out there in the rain.”
The warmth of the house hit you immediately, and the smell of coffee and pine wrapped around you like an embrace. You shrugged off your jacket and stood awkwardly in the living room. Nothing had changed; there was the same recliner, the same photos decorating the wall. You half expected Bella to come bounding down the stairs like she used to.
Charlie didn’t call out for her, though. Instead, he led you to the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. You watched as he made it how you liked— more sugar and creamer than coffee. He motioned toward the table, and you took your usual seat. He slid a mug over toward you, and you gratefully took it.
He let out a deep sigh when he finally sat across from you. “I guess you haven’t heard then,” he said softly.
“Heard what?”
He was quiet for a moment, and your heart sank with each passing second.
“Bella got married,” he murmured. His voice was gentle, careful. It reminded you of the tone people used when someone died or something horrible happened. You knew that tone well.
The words landed like stones in your stomach, and you focused on the coffee swirling in your cup. “She has a little girl now, too,” Charlie continued.
“She’s married?” you echoed, attempting to ignore the way bile rose in your throat. “And she had a baby?”
Charlie’s eyes softened. “It all happened so fast, faster than I would’ve liked,” he explained.
“She— she didn’t tell me. I mean, I know I kinda disappeared after graduation—” you rambled, your thoughts racing and the kitchen suddenly too small.
Steam rose from your untouched coffee, and the rain drummed harder against the window, blurring the world outside. You stood, your chair scraping against the linoleum. You wanted to scream, cry, storm out of the Swan house, and leave Forks for good.
Charlie stood along with you. He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face as your lip trembled. “Think this conversation might call for something a bit stronger than coffee,” he breathed.
He opened a nearby cabinet and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of bourbon. The brown liquid sloshed gently in the cup, and he held it out to you. Your fingers brushed against his as you took it. They were rough and calloused, but warm all the same.
You took a sip, and then a gulp. The liquid burned as it made its way down your throat, but it was better than the aching in your chest.
“Whoa, whoa,” Charlie interjected, pulling the glass away from your lips. “Gotta be sober enough to remember this conversation.”
Bourbon dripped down your chin, and you wiped it away as you looked up at him. “I thought she’d still be here,” you mumbled. “That maybe things would’ve still been the same.”
Charlie leaned against the counter and took a sip of his drink. “She moved a while back. After the wedding, things got…complicated,” he explained, his tone suggesting that he didn’t quite understand it himself.
His voice was low, gentle. You looked up at him, and for a moment, you saw someone more than your best friend’s dad. Something flickered in his eyes: understanding, loneliness, and a hint of something else. Charlie had lost something, too. His little girl had built a life that didn’t include him anymore. It struck you that you weren’t the only one Bella left behind.
The air feels heavy then, not just from the rain but with everything unsaid. His hand brushed yours again, this time deliberately. You didn’t dare pull away.
“You’ve changed,” he murmured after a heartbeat passed.
You chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in your glass. “So have you.”
It was his turn to chuckle. He let out a breath, “Yeah, ‘suppose I have.”
You looked up at him. You were close enough to see the specks of gray littering his mustache and the tired kindness behind his eyes. You wondered when the last time he got a decent amount of sleep was.
When he reached up to touch your cheek, you didn’t stop him. His thumb traced a gentle line across your jaw, and your breath caught in your throat.
“Charlie,” you breathed. The word quickly dissolved into the space between you, and you met his gaze. His eyes were a deep brown that you’d spent the latter half of your high school career memorizing.
He leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away, come to your senses. You didn’t. His lips brushed against yours, gentle and tasting faintly like whiskey. Then again, deeper this time, and his hand slipped behind your neck as you leaned into him. He shuffled forward so you were pressed against the counter. You set your glass down and cupped his face, tugging him impossibly closer.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped against your lips.
“I don’t want you to,” you purred, gently nibbling on his bottom lip.
You pulled him in by his flannel, your lips meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss. His hands snaked around your waist, gripping you tightly. Charlie groaned against you and dragged his tongue across your bottom lip.
You reached a hand between the two of you and pawed at the button on his jeans, your fingers clumsy from the arousal flowing through you.
You forced yourself to focus enough to pop the button on Charlie’s jeans. You dipped your hand under the waistband of his briefs, your fingertips brushing against the head of his cock. A strangled groan left Charlie as you wrapped a hand around him.
“Wait, baby,” he breathed, grabbing your wrist. You furrowed your brow as you looked up at him. “We can’t, not here anyway,” he continued, nodding toward the bay window to your left. The blinds were cracked, leaving you a perfect view of the street in front of the house. Any passerby could clearly see you with your hand down Chief Swan’s pants.
Your cheeks flushed at the thought. “Upstairs?” you suggested, withdrawing your hand.
Charlie chuckled before intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you toward his bedroom. You climbed the stairs like you had thousands of times before, only this time you turned into the first bedroom instead of the one at the end of the hall.
The door to Charlie’s bedroom clicks softly behind you, and you take in your surroundings. His room was simple, but unmistakably his. A long, wooden dresser stood on the wall to your right. Its surface was scattered with spare change, a silver watch, and a photograph of Charlie with a younger Bella, both squinting from the sun. The bed itself was large, the quilt folded back and ruffled as if he hadn’t bothered to make it.
Charlie watched as your gaze drifted across the room. “It’s not much,” he mentioned, shrugging a bit.
“It’s very… you,” you replied, a hint of teasing in your voice.
He chuckled and took a step forward, his hands finding your hips. “I’m gonna pretend I know what that means,” he murmured, lifting one of his hands to cup your face. His lips met yours in a tender kiss, and your fingers tangled into the soft fabric of his flannel as you tugged him toward his bed.
The backs of his thighs hit the mattress, and he tumbled onto it. You were quick to follow him, your lips chasing after his. His fingertips skirted over your thighs, and you pulled away to litter kisses across his neck. His head tilted to the side, granting you further access as a strained noise rumbled from the back of his throat.
“Baby,” he breathed as you ground your hips against him. The bulge of his jeans rubbed tantalizingly against your aching core, and soft moans escaped you.
With each passing moment, Charlie removed layer upon layer of clothing. He began with your sweater, sliding it gingerly over your head before returning his lips to yours. Your leggings were next, followed by Charlie’s shirt and his jeans. The offending articles of clothing are quickly discarded, leaving only landscapes of bare flesh between you.
Charlie swallowed hard as he gazed down at you, bare and wanting beneath him. You didn’t remember how you ended up underneath him. Perhaps it was somewhere between you pulling off his shirt and him tugging off your panties. His fingers slid lower, gently tracing over every dip and curve.
“You sure?” he murmured, his brown eyes meeting yours.
You nodded, reaching up to run your hands over the wide expanse of his back. “Very,” you replied softly, tugging him closer.
Charlie dipped his head to press his lips against yours, capturing you in a honeyed kiss. He reached down to slide a finger through your folds, earning a gasp from you. He circled your clit before moving down to tease your entrance.
You arched against his touch, moaning against his lips. He inched a finger inside you and pumped it a few times, stretching you deliciously. His touch was maddening, and your head spun with just how much you needed him. You needed his lips against yours, his hands against your body, his cock inside you.
“Charlie,” came your desperate whimper, “fuck me, please.”
Embarrassment stung your cheeks at your words, but you were too far gone to care. A low groan rumbled from Charlie’s chest, and you gasped as he quickly indulged you. The blunt head of his cock dragged through your dripping folds, collecting your arousal. With a low, guttural moan, Charlie nudged the head of his cock into your entrance, stretching you inch by tantalizing inch. The plush skin of your thighs sank underneath his fingertips as he bottomed out. Charlie sucked in a sharp breath as your walls fluttered around him.
“Need a minute,” he breathed, sounding nearly as wrecked as you felt.
His head dropped onto your shoulder, and he littered kisses across the soft skin there. His stubble scratched against your neck, and your nails dug into his back as impatience began to settle in.
Charlie began to rock his hips against yours, pulling out a little with each drag of his hips. You pulled him closer to you, raking your nails over the broad expanse of his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your touch, and your fingertips pressed into the now-flushed skin.
Your walls fluttered and clenched around him as he readjusted his angle, hitting the sensitive spot inside you. He reached down to draw figure eights against your clit, and you gasped his name. The obscene sound of your dripping heat, combined with skin slapping against skin, filled his bedroom, and you briefly wondered how long it had been since these kinds of sounds had bounced against these four walls.
Heat coiled in your lower belly, a deep aching filling you and clouding your thoughts. Charlie’s movements quickened, the bed groaning in response.
“C’mon, baby,” he urged, his fingers quickening against your clit. “Cum for me.”
Your thighs clamped against his hips as you threw your head back and came hard around his cock. A whiney moan left your throat raw as you writhed against him.
A strained groan escaped Charlie as his hips stuttered and his release crashed over him. Thick ropes of his cum painted your walls, and you whined at the feeling. His release mixed with your own and spilled onto the sheets below you as he slowly pulled out of you with a shuddering breath.
You half expected a feeling of regret to wash over you as your eyes bored into Charlie’s brown ones. That feeling never came, and as Charlie pressed his lips against yours, you felt anything but regret. Here in Charlie’s bed, your body pressed against his, you were right where you belonged.
See No Evil
ೃ⁀➷ blindfolds/sensory deprivation : Day 19
feat. Alicent Hightower ᯓ★ Alicent is hesitant to indulge in her desires. You offer her a temporary solution.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, reader is a noble, criston cole jumpscare, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, sub!alicent, erotic corset removing, just erotic everything, breast play, fingering, cunnilingus
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
The music feels hollow and the laughter shallow as the Targaryen wedding is celebrated, of which the bride and groom seem the most soured by their matrimony.
You’ve long grown accustomed to the queerness of Targaryen customs. Yet even now, watching two siblings bound in holy matrimony, your stomach coils.
Poor, young Helaena sits alone, her chair angled away from the crowd. She rocks in place, hands folded tightly in her lap, wide, unblinking eyes fixed on something unseen. Aemond leans in close to whisper into her ear. Whatever he says, she gives no response. Only the faintest shiver betrays that she hears him at all.
Aegon, her brother and groom, gulps down his fourth—no, that’s his fifth now—goblet of ale with the greed of a man who thinks the world owes him more than it ever will. He beams at the toasts, the laughter, the slaps on his back. Every word of congratulations is an excuse to drink more, and to forget his new bride with every sip.
You made sure to steer clear of his grabby hands that fondled whatever unlucky woman walked into his path.
Your eyes drift across the hall to where Queen Alicent sits, her face tight with restraint. She watches her son’s disgrace, her daughter's silent unraveling, and her fingers tremble as they twist in her lap. Her eyes are glassy, on the verge of spilling.
You approach her quietly, slipping into the empty seat at her side. She startles, gasps softly—but then sees you and exhales. Her composure returns and she smooths out her dress as she addresses you.
“How are you?” she breathes, voice light and distant.
“Save the courtesies, Alicent,” you purr, just loud enough for her to hear. No one is aware of your closeness, and you intend to keep it that way. You reach over and still her fidgeting hand, covering it with your own, the gesture subtle yet intimate.
Her fingers twitch beneath yours. “You mustn’t call me that here,” she hisses. Her eyes scan the room, but no one is watching you two.
“They won’t notice.” You lean in, keeping your voice low. “Not tonight.”
You nod toward the bride and groom. “How does it make you feel? Watching your children marry like this?”
Her lips press into a line. “They are fulfilling their duty,” she answers, her voice quiet and hollow.
“As are we all,” you reply, words pinched in understanding. You tilt your head, observing her distance, her solitude. “Does it make you feel lonely?”
She looks at you then, really looks. Pain and longing flicker in her gaze before it simmers out as quickly as it ignited.
“They’re growing up. Drifting from you,” you continue. “And your husband…” You glance across the room where King Viserys slumps over and coughs as he talks to a couple of high lords. “He was never meant to be yours.”
Her breath catches. “Don’t speak of him like that. Not here.”
But there’s no conviction in her words. Only the exhaustion of someone who’s run out of lies to tell herself.
You lean in closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Let me help you,” you whisper. “Let me provide you with the companionship you’ve been so desperately seeking.”
Her breath hitches. “It is too risky,” she says, the protest weak on her lips.
“I disagree,” you counter, “this is the perfect moment.” You gesture to the room. “They are all drunk or distracted by the celebration. We can slip away so easily.”
She hesitates, then gives the faintest nod, so slight it could be missed by the blindest eye. But you see it.
You smile.
Slipping your arm into hers, you rise together. To the crowd, it’s nothing—a simple escort, a lady aiding the queen. You glide across the floor, weaving past guests too distracted to spare you more than a bow or curtsy.
But just before you cross the threshold of the grand hall, the clinking of armor sounds and the large body wearing it blocks your path.
In front of you, Ser Criston stands, rigid and watchful.
“Ser Criston,” Alicent squeaks, adjusting her posture. “We were just stepping out.”
His gaze drops to your linked arms then rises again, cold and calculating.
“I shall escort you, my Queen,” he says, but he keeps his suspicious gaze to you. But he doesn’t look at her. He looks at you.
“That won’t be necessary,” Alicent replies with surprising firmness. “I’ll summon Talya if you are needed.”
He holds still, tense, as if he might protest. But finally, he steps aside without uttering another word.
As you pass, his eyes pierce into yours—a silent warning. You only smirk, holding Alicent just a little closer to you and you saunter away with her on your arm.
Alicent leads you down the dim corridor, her steps swift as you keep in line with her. At the door to her chambers, she casts a glance over her shoulder, then sweeps the hall with sharp, practiced eyes. Empty. With a soft click, the door closes and the lock turns.
When she turns, you are already reaching for her. You cradle her face, gentle but firm, and lean in, chasing the warmth of her mouth.
But she turns her head, and your kiss brushes her cheek instead.
“This is wrong,” she murmurs, voice strained, but the words tremble and sound like a feeble attempt to convince herself of no wrongdoing.
You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, then sweep your eyes across the room. A glimmer of deep green silk catches your eye in the candlelight, draped carelessly over a chair.
You walk toward it, lifting it with slow fingers, and turn back to her. “Come,” you say, voice low.
She hesitates. You step closer, holding up the silk between you..
“You need not taste the sin tonight,” you whisper. “Let me bear it for you.”
Her gaze bores into yours, as if searching for an answer.
You raise the silk and tie it gently across her eyes. Her lashes flutter against the fabric, and her breath hitches as her world goes dark. Beneath it, you watch her cheeks bloom with a flush that speaks not of shame, but of surrender.
You finally close the distance between you two and Alicent gasps into the kiss. It starts off slowly, hesitantly, before your hand tangles itself into her curls and you pull her closer, the kiss turning more aggressive as your tongue slithers into her mouth.
She melts into you, breath trembling against your lips as the kiss deepens, feeling more like a claim and less like a question. Her hands find the fabric of your sleeves, clutching them as if anchoring herself.
You guide her backward, lips never leaving hers, until the back of her knees brushes the edge of the bed. She falters, and gasps again, the blindfold heightening every sensation that you bring her.
“You’re shaking,” you murmur against her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, confliction in her tone.
You press your forehead to hers. “Don’t think,” you whisper. “Just let yourself feel.”
Your hands rise to Alicent’s shoulders with a light touch. With a quiet breath, you guide her to turn, and she obeys. Your fingers find the lacing of her corset at her back and you undo the fabric with slow delicacy. She shivers beneath your touch, her body responding to you with raw honesty.
You let your hands trail along the newly bared skin, tracing the curve of her spine and the dip of her waist. She arches ever so slightly, drawn to the pull of your hands, and the dress pools at her feet. She steps out of it, wordlessly.
Your fingers trail down her arms, slow and teasing, before settling at her waist. You guide her gently onto the bed. She lies back against the dark linen, blindfolded and flushed, her chest rising and falling in delicate waves.
You pause, admiring the view in front of you. She looks vulnerable yet ethereal, illuminated by the dim candlelight.
You kneel beside her, brushing a loose curl from her cheek. “Tell me to stop,” you say, your voice barely above a breath, “and I will.”
She doesn't speak. You know she won’t. You know just how much she wants this, how much she desires you.
She tilts her chin up, baring her neck to you as a silent offering.
You lean forward, letting your lips ghost over the edge of her jaw, down the column of her throat, feeling her pulse flutter beneath your mouth. Her hands clutch at the sheets, fingers twisting in the linen as she lets out a soft sigh.
You suck on the delicate skin, and trail kisses down her throat, stopping at her chest. You take one breast into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her sensitive nipple. Alicent’s hand flies to your head with a surprised moan. You continue with your ministrations, enveloping her other breast in your hand and toying with the nipple between your fingers.
“O-oh,” Alicent gasps, her voice already raspy with lust.
You take her sighs of pleasure as a sign to continue. You let go over her breast and your hand travels lower, first to her stomach, fingertips ghosting her skin, then reaching its final destination at her entrance.
You wait for a sign from Alicent, and she bucks her hips up into her hand, anticipating your touch. You swipe two fingers over her slit, gathering some of her wetness that leaked out. Her body jolts as you caress her mound, allowing an additional finger to play with her clit, red and puffy from arousal.
“Please,” she whispers, “please keep touching me.”
You obey. One finger enters her, stopping as she tenses up at the intrusion.
“Relax,” you murmur against her skin, nipping at her thighs. “Feel it.”
Her breath hitches, but then she exhales slowly. The resistance against your finger lessens, and you gently pump it inside of her. You curl your finger, and take pleasure in the way she chases your touch.
As you add a second finger, Alicent’s voice loudens, her moans hoarse as one hand claws at the bedsheets, the other still on your head, stabilizing her.
Adding your tongue to the mix rewards you with more of her delicious sounds, and you drink them in as you feast on her cunt.
Glancing up at her, you admire the way her chest heaves, the way her head is thrown back in pleasure, and the trickles of sweat that travel down her neck.
Swirling your tongue inside of her, you pull the orgasm from her body with a gentle force, and her walls convulse around you as she allows herself to let go and the pleasure to wash over her. You lap up her juices, licking her clean as she comes down from her high. Her hands reach down to find you, and you entwine your fingers with hers as you crawl on top of her.
You press a final kiss to her lips before your fingers rise to the knot at the back of her head. Slowly, you untie the silk, letting it slip from her eyes as the blindfold falls beside you.
Alicent blinks, her lashes damp with unshed tears. There’s no sorrow or shame to be found in her gaze. Only tenderness and quiet wonder. Your heart stirs with hope, a dangerous thing.
“How do you feel?”
She doesn’t answer right away. And she doesn’t need to.
The silence is filled only with your shared breaths, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the whisper of linens shifting beneath your bodies. A sacred stillness settles in the room, wrapping around you both. Out there, beyond the closed doors, the world still spins, but it feels as though none of that matters as you stare into her eyes. full of duty, deceit, and cruel expectation.
Her lips part. Her eyes never leave yours.
“Perfect,” she whispers.
Without hesitation, you gather her into your arms, your bodies fitting into each other as though they were always meant to fit that way. Your fingers glide along the curve of her spine and her heartbeat thudding softly against your chest.
You tangle your limbs with hers, anchoring her to you, or perhaps anchoring yourself to her. You bury your face into the crown of her hair, breathing her in, willing time to slow. There is ache in you now, an impossible longing to freeze this moment.
But you say nothing, and instead continue to hold her for as long as time will allow.
Me when tragic lesbians 💔💔
My Enemy, My Remedy
ೃ⁀➷ hate sex/knife play : Day 17
feat. Johanna Mason ᯓ★ The more Johanna pisses you off, the more turned on you seem to get.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, victor!reader, takes place before the 73rd games, knife to to the throat trope, lots of banter, fighting as foreplay, like they're actually fighting, semi-public sex, fingering, this is more foreplay than sex my bad
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
There was a fragile glimmer of hope you held for your tributes, until Johanna Mason decided to sweep in, tear it from your heart, and stomp it out beneath her heel.
“I can’t believe they let the rookie in,” she scoffs, sidling up next to you as you both watch the screens with the live broadcasting from the training center.
You won your Games just last year not by any charm or cunning, but through raw, brutal strength, a rarity from District 10. Eighteen and reaped on your last eligible year, you’d spent more time in your family's slaughterhouse than you had in a classroom. You knew how to kill, and in the end, all of that work paid off in ways you won’t ever be able to erase from your memory.
“You’re one to talk,” you mutter, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “You were the rookie before I won.”
“At least I have strategies worth teaching,” Johanna snaps, giving you a slow once-over. “You? You just hit things and hope for the best. I doubt there’s a single strategic bone in that meathead body of yours.”
You ignore her goading for now and instead turn your attention towards the District 10 tributes. The male tribute was practicing with a spear now, his movements unrefined yet confident, ruled by anger.
“He’s a lot like I was,” you murmur, nodding toward the screen. His anger was his driving force just like yours was and sometimes, that’s all it takes. “I think he can make it far.”
Johanna chuckles, low and mocking. “Yeah, sure. As if the Capitol’s gonna let the Careers lose for a third year in a row. Keep dreaming.”
Your jaw tightens at her cynicism. “Do you have any hope for these kids?” Your voice raises unintentionally. “We’re helping to lead them to their deaths and you’re actually joking about?”
Her smirk vanishes and her eyes narrow as she steps closer to you.
“Listen,” she growls, stepping into your space. “I did what I had to do two years ago. I fought. I won. I survived. And yet my life still revolves around these fucking Games. Don’t talk to me about hope.”
You scoff, shaking your head. “You act like you’re the only one who had it rough. We’ve all been through this shit.”
Johanna raises an eyebrow. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. One year out and suddenly you’re the wise, wounded mentor? Please.”
You step closer, unwilling to back down. “At least I give a damn. You could at least pretend they matter before they're thrown to the damn wolves in that arena.”
“Spare me the morality speech,” she snaps, pushing you up against the wall and leans closer. “And don’t tell me how to feel.”
Your eyes flick around the room, landing on a knife glinting on the table. In one motion, you drive your foot into Johanna’s knee. She curses, her grip faltering just enough for you to break free. You lunge forward, snatching the knife and holding it up to her throat before she can recover. “Try that again and I’ll fucking cut you.”
A wicked smile curves across her lips, eyes widening—not with fear, but with something darker. Adrenaline? Amusement? “I see,” she purrs. “You like to play.”
Her hands suddenly grip your shoulders, slamming you back into the table with a bone-jarring thud. She leans in, close enough for her breath to brush your lips.
“Then let’s play.”
Before you can respond, she’s already moving.
You twist just as her fist shoots out, narrowly dodging a strike aimed for your throat. Your shoulder clips the edge of the table as you dart away, pain flaring but not enough for you to pay it much mind. You pivot on your heel, the knife still in your hand, and slash low. She jumps back with a laugh that’s too breathless to be anything but delighted.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts, circling you slowly. Her gaze flicks to the knife with little urgency, as if it's not a deadly weapon that can gut her in seconds.
“You’re the one bleeding,” you growl, eyes dropping to the shallow cut lining her hip. It’s barely a nick through the fabric, but still enough to leave a mark.
She looks down at it, then licks her bottom lip.
She hums, voice thick with mock approval. “Foreplay.”
Then she’s on you again.
Your back slams into the wall with a grunt as her thigh pressing between yours, pinning you there. Her touch against you draws a gasp from your lips and leaves your body shuddering. You almost feel hypnotized as you gaze into her eyes. Heat pools in your lower abdomen as her thigh grinds up into you.
You raise your knifed fist out of her line of sight when she’s distracted.
She grins ferally as she grabs it mid-swing, slamming your hand against the table top. The blade clatters onto the metal, narrowly missing your fingers.
Her body’s flush against yours now, chest heaving, breath ragged from the fight. You can’t tell if she wants to kill you or kiss you.
Maybe both. You really hope it’s both.
“You’re not bad,” she murmurs in your ear. “Bit reckless. Rough around the edges.”
You shove your knee between hers, shifting the balance, and push back hard. She stumbles—just a step, but it’s enough. You spin her, slam her into the wall where you just stood, your forearm pressed across her collarbone.
“I’m better than you think,” you murmur, your lips ghosting just below her jaw.
Her breath catches, just slightly for you to notice.
Then she smiles again. “Good,” she says. “I like a challenge.”
Both of you heave, catching your breath, and you take advantage of the moment of brevity. You surge forward to kiss her and she meets you halfway, like she knew exactly what you would do.
The kiss feels like it’s part of the fight, fierce and unyielding, neither you or Johanna wanting to surrender. A low, satisfied hum rumbles in her throat as you curl your fingers into her shirt, dragging her even closer to you. You don’t think. Instinct acts as a driving force between you two. The metallic taste of blood fills your mouth as she bites your lip harshly.
You part your lips in a gasp wide enough for her to deepen the kiss, slipping her tongue into your mouth. Her hands find your sides and she slides them up your back, digging her fingers into you so harshly that you aren’t sure if she’s trying to hurt you or just ground herself.
You pull back for air briefly, pressing your forehead to hers as your breaths mingle in the narrow space between you.
“Is this what you wanted?” you ask, your voice low, still roughed up from the fight.
Her eyes gleam playfully and she licks her lips. “I don’t think it’s just me that wants it.”
Then she’s kissing you again, harder this time. Your hands move on their own, one tangling itself in her hair, the other moving lower down her front.
You take her by surprise when you shove your hand down her pants, fingers toying with her clit. She throws her head back against the wall with a moan. You extend your fingers lower, teasing with her entrance. She’s wet, sopping onto your fingers, causing you to smirk. “You always get off on being beat up?” you tease.
“What can I say?” She reaches behind her and grabs the knife off of the table. She brandishes the weapon, holding it up to your cheek. “I love a good fight.”
Your breath hitches and your fingers stutter as she lightly caresses your face with the sharp blade.
“I can hear your heart racing,” she whispers, her voice husky in your ear. “You always get so worked up being close to death?”
She flicks the knife purposely, a small cut that barely breaks skin appearing on your cheek as you hiss.
“Oops,” she mocks, giving you a look as if daring you to go farther.
You glare and shove two fingers inside of her entrance, taking delight in her startled gasp. You curl them inside of her, reaching places deep inside to get her off.
Her lips curl up into a snarl. “You play dirty,” she sneers.
You huff with exasperation. “You just underestimate me.”
Your pace increases and she ruts against your hand. She convulses around you, and her low curse signals her orgasm.
Her juices run onto your hand, and you thrust your fingers into her a couple of more times, only stopping when her grip on the knife tightens and you think she’s actually about to cut you deeper.
You pull your fingers out of the pants, glancing up at her through your lashes as you lick them clean. She presses the tip of the knife under your chin, pulling you closer until she cranes her neck to kiss you deeply, tongue slipping in and licking all over.
“I still can’t stand you, you know,” you murmur against her lips when you pull back.
“Me neither.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as her eyes bore into your own. She gives you a smirk of her own. “This wouldn’t be as fun if we didn’t.”
when her love language is attempted murder 🫦
✧ 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 ✧
╰› 𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: You were his muse, or so he claimed.
╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, hate sex, possessive!johnny, toxic bf!johnny, famous!AU, unprotected sex, creampie, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering
╰› ✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧
The cameras flash like gunfire, each blinding strobe capturing your flawless silhouette against the background of the red carpet.
You’ve mostly gotten used to it by now. The way that each pop of light captures every fake smile, every lean into Johnny’s side, every kiss pressed lovingly against his lips. His arm is looped tightly around your waist, rough, calloused fingers pressing just a little too hard through the silk of your corset top. It’s a signal. Smile wider, princess.
You do as you're told. Perfect teeth, perfect posture, perfect fucking life. The media and your fans eat it up.
The scream sheets claim that Johnny Silverhand has found a new muse. That’s what he claimed when this whole thing first started. Suddenly, you were more than just some name buried twelve tabs deep on the net. Your streams skyrocketed, brand deals flooded your inbox, and your shows sold out faster than ever before.
You were finally someone.
The limo door shuts behind you, and the various shouts from the paparazzi are cut off like a severed audio feed. It’s quieter now, almost suffocating. Johnny’s boot taps against the carpeted floor to a rhythm of some song only he knows. He leans back, arm slung across the seat like he owns the place. Owns you.
“You froze up there,” he mentions, not bothering to look at you.
“I didn’t freeze,” you mutter. “It’s not my first award show, y’know.”
“Mhmm,” he hums. “What was it then? Too busy looking at your boy toy handing you the award?”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t start, Johnny.”
He grumbles but lets the conversation die, at least for now. The limo stops in front of his high-rise. Not yours. It’s never yours. He pushes the door open and steps out, the city’s neon reflecting on his leather jacket. He doesn’t look back to see if you’re following.
You do, of course. You always have.
His apartment smells like cigarettes and something distinctly him. You barely get one heel through the doorway before he’s piping up once more.
“So, you gonna tell me what the fuck that was?” he questions as he tosses his jacket onto the couch.
You scoff, peeling off your jewelry piece by piece and tossing it onto an end table. “You’re being ridiculous,” you reply, turning to look at him.
He hops to his feet, his heavy boots hitting the floor as he saunters toward you.
“That’s rich coming from someone who eye-fucks every guy she comes into contact with,” he spits.
You slap him, and the sound cracks through his empty apartment.
He doesn’t flinch. Just grabs your wrist and looks at you like you’re the most infuriating thing he’s ever encountered.
“I don’t belong to you,” you hiss, and attempt to wrench your arm out of his grasp.
He pulls you closer, his fingertips digging into your forearm. “You’re only here because of me, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice low and dangerous.
He backs you up so you’re pressed against a nearby wall, caging you in. He slots one of his thighs between your legs and places his hand around your neck, his thumb and his forefinger holding your chin.
“Think what you want. I’m the only one who’s ever really cared about you. So keep writing about me. Keep singing about me with that pretty little voice. But don’t lie to yourself.”
You look up at him. Furious and ashamed to admit that he’s right. He consumes every word you sing and every thought you think. Sometimes it’s like you can’t even breathe without him.
“You done?” you ask, your voice tight.
He leans in, his breath fanning against your cheek. “Not even close.”
Before you can even think, his lips are on yours.
The kiss is hard. Sharp. Almost like he’s trying to shut you up. His hands are everywhere— tangling in your hair, tugging on the zipper of your dress, and dragging you closer like you’re the only thing that matters.
You match his desperation, biting his lower lip just to feel him growl against your mouth. His cybernetic hand grips the back of your neck, the cool metal sending a shiver down your spine. He pulls away, leaving your lips shiny and kiss-swollen. He leans down and presses open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat, sinking his teeth into the space where your neck meets your shoulder. You gasp, and he’s quick to soothe you by sliding his tongue over the mark he just left. You rock your hips against his thigh, attempting to quell some of the aching in your core.
Johnny’s cybernetic hand snakes down to slide through the slit in your dress, and he drags a finger over your clothed core, earning a needy whine from you. You’re already embarrassingly drenched for him, and your thighs clench around his as he touches you.
His metal finger is quickly replaced by his organic one, and the cool metal presses against the column of your throat. Your pulse hammers against his thumb as he does ineffable things under your dress. He slides your panties to the side and slowly pushes a finger inside of you, pumping it a few times before adding another. The stretch has your head spinning. It’s almost too much; you’re too consumed by him to even think straight.
His grip tightens around your throat, and he tilts your head up to look up at him. “You might not belong to me, princess,” he breathed, curling his fingers and hitting the spongy spot inside you. “But this pussy does.”
You whimper as he extends his thumb to rub against his clit. Your walls flutter against Johnny’s fingers as he works you closer and closer to your release. Johnny’s grip tightens around your neck just a fraction, heightening every sensation. Your world narrows to just Johnny’s hand between your thighs and his voice against your ear.
You can’t help the way you cry out his name as you cum. It’s pathetic, needy. Everything you didn’t want to become. You didn’t need Johnny, you never did. When he’s touching you like this, though, you begin to think that maybe you could bear with having him around.
Tears prick the corners of your eyes as your orgasm washes over you in waves. It nearly feels like a rip current threatening to pull you under, never to be seen again.
“So pretty when you cry, princess,” Johnny slurs, his nose brushing against your cheek.
The familiar clinking of his belt buckle pulls your world back into focus. You watch through half-lidded eyes as Johnny pulls his fingers out of you and strokes his cock, covering his length with your release.
A shuddering gasp escapes you as he slides his cock through your dripping folds. He collects your slick with every pass, and your mind becomes fuzzy once more, overcome by how much you need him inside you.
Slowly, he teases your entrance with the head of his cock. “This pussy is mine,” he growls against your ear. “Understand?”
You nod mindlessly, anything to get him to fuck you. You let out a high-pitched whine as he inches inside you. The way he stretches you is exquisite, and your nails dig into his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself. After a few moments, he bottoms out, filling you completely.
Your walls flutter around him, aching for him to move.
“Say it, princess. Say you’re mine,” he says lowly, his breath brushing against your ear.
You whimper, jutting your hips against his in a feeble attempt to obtain the delicious friction you crave. He tsks, holding your hips firmly in place.
“Johnny,” you mewl, scrunching your face up in frustration. He chuckles lowly, watching as you squirm against him. You huff, shifting slightly before looking up at him through your lashes. Your voice is soft as you finally say the words he’s been waiting to hear. “I’m yours.”
“Atta girl,” he praises as he grips your thighs and, in one swift motion, lifts you. Your thighs press against your chest, and the new angle has stars dancing behind your eyes.
You whine his name, a strangled moan leaving you as he rocks against you, pulling out a little more with each drag of his hips.
Gradually, he increases his pace. He leans down to kiss you; it’s messy and hard, a mix of tongues and teeth clashing together. His free hand reaches down to rub hasty figure-eights against your clit.
You clench around him hard, squirming against him as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. His thrusts become short and rough as he chases his release. Your nails dig into his biceps, carving little half moons into his flesh as you cling to him.
“C’mon, cum around my cock, princess,” he urges, his words slurring together.
You nod, and with one final roll of his hips, you do as he asks. You cry out his name as your walls spasm around him and your orgasm washes over you.
Johnny’s quick to follow you off the precipice, and he groans as his release coats your walls. Thick white jets of his cum fill you, and you whine at the sensation.
Slowly, the twitching of Johnny’s cock ceases, and he pulls out of you. “Fuck,” he breathes as he sets you down and watches as his release drips out of you and coats your thighs.
You cling to him, attempting to stop the quaking in your legs. He smooths your dress down— ever the gentleman. He takes a step back and tucks himself back into his pants as his breathing slowly evens out.
Johnny reaches a hand up and brushes the hair out of your eyes. Your throat tightens, and you look away, both ashamed and furious for falling into his trap once more.
“Don’t you ever doubt this again,” he murmurs, and it almost sounds like a threat.
You swallow hard before nodding. Maybe one day you’ll escape Johnny’s hold, but today isn’t that day.
✧ (𝕊)𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞! ✧
╰› 𝑗𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: Josh gets handsy while you and the gang watch a cheesy horror flick
╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, fingering, dirty talk, praise, public sex
╰› ✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧
The Washington lodge felt warmer tonight. Maybe it was from the fire crackling in the hearth in the other room or the hum of your friend’s voices bouncing off the heavy wooden beams. The movie beaming onto the screen from the projector above your head casts everyone in a flickering light. It was Josh’s pick, a cheesy horror film from the 80s that most of the group was only half paying attention to.
Chris and Ashley leaned close together, whispering back and forth as the movie progressed. Sam curled up in one of the chairs near them with a bowl of popcorn nestled securely in her lap, and, to no one’s surprise, she seemed to actually be paying attention to the film on the screen. Mike made the occasional loud comment, earning a jab in the ribs from Jess and shushing from Sam. Emily and Matt were long gone, having left under the guise of finding snacks for the movie.
You were tucked in the middle of it all, hidden under a thick fleece blanket and smushed against Josh’s side as the two of you shared one plush leather chair. Josh’s arm was draped casually over your shoulders, but there was nothing casual about the way he leaned in, his breath brushing against your temple.
“Comfy?” he whispered.
You hummed, nodding into the dimness. You could feel the grin on his face even before he leaned down to press a quick kiss against your hair.
For a while, you both let yourself get caught in the rhythm of your group’s dynamic. Jess would groan at one of Mike’s bad jokes, Sam would shush them, and Chris would mutter something that Ashley would giggle at.
You should’ve known Josh was scheming the moment he got quiet. He shifted slightly, pulling you completely into his lap. You paid no mind to the change in position, and you settled against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you close against him. His fingers toyed with the hem of your sweater— an absentminded gesture to the untrained eye, but you knew better. His attention wasn’t on the movie. When his hand trailed lower, brushing against the hem of your leggings, you tilted your head just enough to meet his eyes in the glow of the movie.
“You’re not watching,” you murmured, a hint of playful scolding in your tone.
Josh ran a placating hand across your thigh and huffed out a laugh. “Neither are you,” he countered softly, a faint smirk gracing his lips.
Heat crept up the back of your neck, but you nudged him with your elbow. He only chuckled in response, the sound rumbling down your spine. He leaned closer, intertwining one of his hands with yours.
“Relax, honey, no one’s paying attention.”
Across the room, Mike groaned dramatically at a jump scare. “Cheap shot,” he announced, earning another shove from Jess. The distraction gave Josh enough cover to settle one of his hands on your inner thigh, his fingers curling just enough against the plushness to send a shiver down your spine.
Your fingers wrapped around Josh’s wrist, a silent warning for him to behave, goddamnit. You didn’t have to turn your head to know that Josh was grinning. Two of his favorite things were seeing how far he could push you and getting you off, and it seemed like he was determined to partake in both tonight.
His hand drifted further upward, his fingertips dancing against your inner thigh. You bit your lip before sliding lower, spreading your thighs just enough. It was a silent surrender to the heat pooling at your core.
He squeezed your thigh, almost as if to praise you. Atta girl, he’d say if you weren’t surrounded by your friends. Just let me make you feel good.
His fingers trailed up slowly before circling teasingly against your clothed clit. A small gasp left you before you catch it.
Josh dipped down, his mouth brushing against your ear, and his voice low and teasing. “Easy, honey,” he whispered, “don’t want everyone to know what a dirty girl you are.”
Your cheeks grew warm at his teasing, but you nodded anyway, already trembling in his grasp. Josh’s fingers traced the waistband of your leggings before he slid his hand underneath the thin fabric and into your underwear. He slid a finger through your already-dripping folds, and your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you attempted to stifle your moans.
“Already so wet f’me, honey,” Josh praised softly. Two thick digits rubbed slow circles against your clit, and your slick coated them in no time. He dipped his middle finger down to tease your entrance, and the sound system boomed, covering up the sounds of your sopping heat.
Josh pressed a finger inside you, a low groan leaving him as he was met with little resistance. You arched against him, one hand reaching down to cling to his wrist while the other dug into the plush leather of the armrest.
His palm ground against your clit as he pumped his finger languidly inside you. You nearly choked on your gasp as he added another digit, stretching you just right. Your walls fluttered around him as he jutted his fingers deeper inside you, curling a little to hit the spot that had you whimpering.
You trembled in his grasp and clamped down on his fingers. Josh hummed as the killer on the screen succeeded in taking out one of his victims. A chaste kiss is pressed against your temple, and he extends his thumb to draw figure eights against your clit.
It doesn’t take long for you to tumble over the edge. It never did when Josh had you completely as his mercy. He knew you almost as well as he knew himself, maybe even more. You came with a shuddering whimper as you turned your head in an attempt to bury yourself in Josh’s shoulder.
The movie swells once more as the killer claims another victim, and your orgasm rolled through you, soaking Josh’s fingers.
“Good girl,” he whispered as you rode out your high. He eventually slowed to just rubbing gentle circles against your clit. When you slumped boneless against him, he withdrew his hand and popped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.
As the credits roll, your friends shout various comments and criticisms at the screen.
“Great pick, Josh,” Jessica remarked, rolling her eyes.
Josh shrugged, and you attempted to school your features as your friend group turned to glance at the two of you.
“I don’t know, I think someone enjoyed it,” he replied.
Reminder
ೃ⁀➷ service kink/exhibitionism : Day 15
feat. Victoria (Twilight) ᯓ★ You belong to no one but Victoria. It seems not everyone realizes that.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, dom!victoria, sub!reader, vampire!reader, reader and victoria are mates, no james x victoria, possessiveness/ownership, mentioned sexual harassment (from james), boot worship, praise, pussy worship, fingering, masturbation (f!receiving), cunnilingus
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
“I don’t like that smell on you.”
You gasp and pivot at that all too familiar voice. “Victoria! I was just coming to find you!”
“What happened?” The question comes out as more of a demand.
“James, he—” she pulls you to her, leaning down and inhaling your scent even more deeply.
“James. I should have known.” She pulls away and glares down at you. “I told you to stay away from him.
“I tried!” You plead. “But he followed me into town. Cornered me when I was scoping out the locals and it caused a scene.” You scowl. “We lost our meal because of him.”
James was always an annoyance for you. He was fascinated in constantly tracking you down, as you had the gift of teleportation and could vanish to any place as long as you knew the exact coordinates of it.
You and Victoria joined James in forming his coven, as he found the powers you both possessed useful. But lately he had been overstepping, making passes at you despite you being Victoria’s mate.
Victoria had been furious when you told her, and you were just barely able to prevent your coven from being torn apart.
But now, whatever she wanted to do to him, you wouldn’t stop her.
“Found you.”
You jump as James finally approaches, a wicked smirk on his face. “I could smell you miles away.”
Victoria steps in front of you, a hand held out to hold you behind her and out of his view. “Have you no respect? She is my mate.”
His expression doesn’t drop. “You know I always like a chase.” His beady eyes bore into you, and you glare back and tighten your grip on Victoria’s fur shawl. You bare your teeth, but Victoria stops you before you can get any more confrontational.
“Perhaps James needs a reminder of what he cannot have.”
Her tone holds an air of arrogance mixed with authority. You immediately understand what she’s getting at, that she wants James to know the hold she has over you.
Without another word, you drop to your knees, leaning into Victoria. You run your hands up and down her legs, awaiting her next command.
She holds her foot that sports a heeled, leather boot. “Lick it.”
You obey, bowing your head to her foot. You kiss the steel toe first, before trailing kisses down the side. You glance up at Victoria through your lashes and preen at the approval in her gaze.
As your focus stays on her boot, Victoria speaks up again, but she doesn’t talk to you. “Do you see how she listens?”
If James responds, you don’t hear it.
Victoria shoves the pointed tip of her boot into your mouth. You hold back a gag at the sudden intrusion and begin to suck on it, bobbing your head back and forth.
“She will lick the earth I walk beneath if I wish for it.”
She’s completely right. You move to do just as so, but Victoria stops you with a slight shake of her head. She pulls her boot back, and pets the top of your head.
“Pleasure me,” she purrs.
You move to undo her pants, and take a second to glance up at Victoria, her orange curls wildly framing her face like a halo. You pout as you notice her attention has turned away from you.
Instead, she stares at James, challenging him, daring him to do something. He remains in place, fists clenched at his side.
You only pull her pants down enough to expose her clothed mound to you. You bury your face into her, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her wetness stains her panties, and you lick her through the thin fabric. She moans under her breath and rests a hand atop your head, both as a guide and a sign of approval.
Her reaction only eggs you on. You shift her panties to the side and begin to pleasure her with your mouth, relishing in both the scent and the taste of her essence. Flicking your tongue inside of her, you play with her clit to provide additional stimulation.
Victoria’s hand on your head tightens. “You always know how to best please me without me telling you.” Her eyes flick up to James. Anger wafts off of him and the smell is so pungent that you bury your face farther into Victoria to try your best to avoid it.
You tease a finger inside of her entrance, getting her off with both the digit and your tongue. You curl your finger inside of her as your tongue reaches a particularly deep spot and she hums in approval.
Your pace increases, and you feel her quiver against your tongue. “There you go,” she croons, “you’re doing so well for me.”
Her praise has you reaching for your own entrance, already wet from being able to service Victoria. You toy with yourself, and you're so sensitive that you bring yourself to orgasm within minutes.
You moan against Victoria, and the vibrations from your sounds of pleasure have her following you quickly after as her peak rushes forward. You lap up the juices from her release with enthusiasm.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she signals you to stop with a small squeeze of your shoulder. You allow your hands to linger on her skin as you delicately slide her bottoms back up as they were before.
“I believe you understand your place now,” Victoria says, her voice edged with a low growl. “Leave us, and do not return.”
James stares her down at first, jaw clenched, before grunting and turning away, running off and leaving you two alone in the forest.
“What about the coven?” you whisper, pulling yourself up off the ground.
She silences you with a gentle kiss to your lips. “I am being generous by letting him leave peacefully. But he knows what happens if he tries anything with you again. It will be his last hunt.” She places a palm against your cheek. “We have survived on our own for years and we will continue to do so.”
You nod in agreement. “And where will we go?” She looks out into the forest pensively. “There are rumors of large covens claiming territory in the Pacific Northwest. I want to indulge my curiosity.”
You nod and wrap your arms around her waist with no protest. Wherever Victoria goes, so would you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
LETS GO LESBIANS!!!
Rich Bitch
ೃ⁀➷ paying for sex : Day 13
feat. Rafe Cameron ᯓ★ Rafe is pretty irresponsible with his money. But in this instance, you can’t really complain.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, dubcon, blowjob, unsafe sex, pull out method, no aftercare, mean!rafe, still haven't watched obx so probably ooc!rafe
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
“Open the door, Rafe! I know you’re in there!”
You bang on the doors of Tanneyhill, waiting for Rafe to respond. You typically wouldn't be caught dead at the mansions in Figure Eight, but Rafe had pissed you off enough to where you actually found it in yourself to confront him.
There’s a smirk on his face as he opens the door, as if he knows exactly why you’d be at his door.
You duck under his arm and storm into the mansion, crossing your arms as you scowl.
“Are you fucking serious? Did you actually tell Mr. Carrera that I was being a bitch to you?”
He scoffs, shutting the door and turning to you casually. “I was only telling the truth. Your customer service could use some work.”
“Thanks a lot.” You push at his chest, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him. You try to tug it out of his grasp, but his hold remains firm.
“Hmm.” Rafe’s beady eyes narrow as they travel your face. “That’s a shame.”
You wait for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. “So can you go and tell him that it wasn’t a big deal? You know I fucking need this job. Stop playing with me.”
Rafe seems to contemplate your request. “I don’t think I will.”
Your face drops. “Fuck you, seriously,” you murmur.
“But if you’re really that desperate for some cash…” he pipes in again with a glint in his eye, “I have a way you can earn it quickly.”
Of course he’s propositioning you. He’s done it before, but each time you had enough dignity to turn him down. But now, with him screwing you over with your only source of stable income, you had to really consider his offer.
You bite your lip, mulling over your options. On one hand, you didn’t want Rafe to have that kind of power over you. On the other hand, you were relying on your paycheck to pay your bills for this month, and there was no way you could make that kind of money back that fast with your hours cut.
“God damn it.” You look up at Rafe. “Fine. Just this once.”
He grinned. “Finally.” Before you could protest he grabbed the back of your head and crashed his lips into yours. You gasp and splay your palms out on his chest and Rafe takes advantage of your surprise by slipping his tongue into your mouth.
He moans into the kiss as you remain stunned, unable to move with Rafe’s firm hold on you. He moves you farther into the mansion until you’re near the couch. That’s when Rafe finally breaks the kiss, licking his lips as he plops down onto it, not breaking eye contact with you.
“Suck me off.” He looks at you expectantly, spreading his legs and draping one arm over the top of the couch.
You raise your eyebrow at his command. “Seriously?” He rolls his eyes and leans over. You watch as he reaches for his wallet, fiddling through it before pulling out two crisp hundred dollar bills. He folds them up and reaches in your tank top to stick them in your bra. “Do it and I’ll add another.”
You sigh and drop to your knees. You didn’t want to admit out loud how much you really needed your money. As you go to undo his pants, he stops you.
“With your teeth.”
You glare at him. “You’re picky.”
He smirks. “Just know what I want.”
Despite your annoyance, you obey. You take the zipper of his jeans between your teeth and unzip them slowly, looking up at him through your lashes as you do so. You can see his clothed cock jolt as you do so, happy that at least he’s getting some enjoyment out of this—hopefully that means you’ll get paid more.
Trying your best to put on a performance, you tease at his cock through his underwear, kissing the half hard base and suck at the tip, wetting the fabric.
“Shit, that’s good,” he throws his head back with a groan. “Which pogues have been training you?”
You elect to ignore him and instead take his cock out of his pants, pumping it to its full hardness. Precum drips from the tip as you run your thumb over it, earning a hiss from him.
Taking that as a good sign, you lick at the underside of his cock, from the base to head. Before you can do anything else Rafe grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock into your mouth. Tears well up in your eyes and you sputter at the sudden intrusion and Rafe moans—bastard.
It takes you a second to adjust, but as soon as you do suck him off methodically, bobbing your head up and down at an average pace.
Without looking up, you hold out your palm. Seconds later, you feel Rafe shove the hundred dollar bill into your hand.
You put more enthusiasm into your performance now, swirling your tongue around the head and jerking the remainder of his member that you can’t fit into your mouth.
“Yeah, just like that,” Rafe groans. His breath hitches and his hips buck up into your mouth. He’s close, and you prepare to stop but his grip on your head tightens.
“Swallow it. 50 bucks.”
You relent and continue sucking him as the hot stream of cum hits your throat. You swallow it all diligently and finally release off of him, taking in a deep breath as you do so.
Rafe’s hand moves to your jaw and he tilts your head up to him. “Show me.”
You obey your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him to inspect. At your show, he grins deviously and shows another bill into your bra. “You’re real obedient when you’re not being a brat.”
You glower at him, eyes narrowed into slits. “Fuck off.”
His jaw tenses and pulls you off the ground. Without care he shoves off your shorts and panties, pushing you down on the couch. “Ass up.”
You crane your neck to watch him as he prepares to fuck you. “Put a condom on,” you remind him.
He scoffs. “I don’t want to.”
“I want a thousand bucks, then,” you counter.
He laughs. “You really think you’re worth that much?”
“You certainly seem to think so.”
A heavy silence passes before Rafe turns back to his wallet. He grabs the remaining cash left inside, presses it into your hand. “I’ll Venmo you the rest.”
You’re surprised he actually agreed but don’t have much more time to dwell on it before he shoves himself inside of you.
“Fuck!” You yelp, grabbing onto the couch arm for support.
Rafe wastes no time, rutting his hips into you furiously. Your knees buckle and you bite your lip to hold back a moan, choosing to shove your head into a pillow instead. Rafe chuckles behind you, slapping your ass and causing you to gasp.
“Such a slut,” he teases, “tightening up at that? Fuck—” He interrupts himself as his hips jerk into you, filling you to the brim with his cocks. “Those pogues can’t handle you.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Even balls deep inside you, Rafe can’t seem to get your pogue friends out of his mind. You arch his back, hoping to distract him and shut him up.
It works. Rafe groans, grabbing at your waist and pumping into you. He doesn’t relent in his aggression, digging his hands into your skin as he fucks you onto his cock. The sounds of skin slapping fill the room, along with Rafe’s curses under his breath and your muffled moans into the pillow.
His pace stutters, and his cock throbs inside of you, signaling his release being close.
“You better fucking pull out,” you growl.
“I’m not stupid,” he shoots back.
Could’ve fooled me.
With a strangled groan, Rafe finally lets you go and pulls his cock out of you. You can hear the slick of him jerking himself off before jets of his cum hit your lower back and ass, causing you to jolt at the feeling.
Rafe collapses against the couch with a huff, shoving his now soft cock back into his pants.
“You should leave before someone comes back,” he says, closing his eyes and laying his head back.
You lean over and grab a nearby tissue, wiping his cum off of your body. Then you shimmy back into your bottoms, grabbing all the cash Rafe gave you. You spare him one last glance before you head for the entrance.
As you slam the door behind you, your phone chimes. Pulling it out of your pocket, the screen lights up with a Venmo notification from Rafe, 600 dollars and a message: Same time next week. It wasn’t a question, or even a request, but a command.
You shut your phone off and place it back in your pocket as you count the cash in your hand. Your eyes widen as you realize it’s more than what you make working a week at The Wreck.
Perhaps you could make this arrangement work out.
In the Dark of the Night
ೃ⁀➷ stalking/yandere : Day 11
feat. Isaac Night ᯓ★ Isaac is hungry, and you know exactly how to satiate him.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, reader wears a skirt, possessive!isaac, removed from the canon timeline but isaac is resurrected in this, murder, they get horny over murder, like they literally fuck over a dead body, cannibalism technically but he's also a zombie so idk if it counts, they match each other's freak, dual obsession, dry humping, outdoor sex, unsanitary sex, fingering, unsafe sex, creampie, cum eating
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
Dry leaves rustle beneath your feet as you lead the unsuspecting boy to his death.
“Are we almost there?” He asks. There’s a hint of playfulness in his voice that makes you smirk.
“Almost,” you reply, tightening your grip on his hand and pulling him through the foliage towards the old, abandoned cottage.
As you get closer, you halt and instead push him against a nearby tree, a seductive look plastered across your face as you glance up at him through your lashes. “I changed my mind. I want you to fuck me out here.”
He grins stupidly and doesn’t question you, but instead buries his head into the crook of your neck, kissing it and sucking into the skin.
You hear the faint sounds of growling and can barely contain your smile.
The boy lifts his head from your neck. “What was that?”
Before you can even respond, he screams as he’s pulled off of you, a gloved hand entangled in his hair.
Isaac Night stands before you in all his glory, seething. His jaw is clenched as he glares at you, pulling the boy back and restraining him by pulling his arms behind his back.
You admire Isaac as he inspects the boy, readying himself for his next meal. He’s nearly back to normal, and one would barely think he had been resurrected save for the green tint of his skin which still cracks with dryness.
To you, he never looked more gorgeous.
The boy finally looks over at you, and seems ready to cry out for help. You instead clasp a hand over his mouth, muffling his screams. “Shhhh.” You press a finger to your lips, and can’t help the giggle that spills over your lips.
His eyes widen as he realizes you aren’t going to help him. When the tears well up, threatening to fall, you openly laugh in his face, smile widening as you relish in his fear.
Behind him, you see Isaac’s mouth open, long tongue sticking out before he takes a large chunk out of the boy’s head, killing him in seconds.
You gasp and clap furiously as the boy’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and Issac begins chewing on his brain. He drops him, and the dead boy falls to the ground in a heap.
Issac saunters over to you as he finishes his meal, licking his lips. You wipe at some of the blood on his cheek, bringing your thumb up to your lips to suck on it, your eyes locked with him the whole time.
“He touched you. Kissed you.” His gloved hand hovers over your neck, where the boy had been mere minutes ago.
You snicker. “You were too slow,” you reply, teasing him.
Isaac’s expression doesn’t change as he pins you to the tree, lowering his head to your neck, sniffing at the skin.
You breathe in deeply, heat rushing throughout your body and pooling in your abdomen. You attempt to buck yourself into him, but he holds you in place. You whine.
“I think you need to—” you choke out, but gasp as Isaac licks at your neck, “—need to erase his touch from me.”
He growls and turns you around so your front is up against the tree. He pushes up against you, and you moan as you feel him getting hard against your backside. In this position, you can hear the steady ticking of his clockwork heart.
“I was watching you,” he murmurs in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “When you picked him up.” He gently ruts his hips against you, so slow it’s torturous. “Watched when you flirted with him, when you whispered in his ear, when you giggled at his stupid jokes.”
His hand moves down your front, pausing as it hits your skirt. Isaac lifts his hand under it and reaches inside your panties to touch you. “When you held his hand, I wanted to kill him.”
You whimper as he begins to play with you, thick fingers entering your wetness. “If you killed him back then, we wouldn’t be able to do this,” you retort.
He chuckles deeply. “They wouldn’t be able to stop doing what I want to do to you.”
You pull your head back and kiss him, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to slither inside of it. The oddly simple aftertaste of the boy’s brain still lingers in his mouth, and you moan into the kiss.
Isaac pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours as you both breathe heavily. He wipes some saliva off your chin and sticks his thumb into your mouth to suck on it. You look up at him as you do, swirling your tongue around the appendage. He shudders against you, inhaling shakily as you do so before burying his face into your hair, breathing in deeply. His fingers curl inside of you and you arch into him, desperate for relief. “Please,” you whine. “Need you inside of me.”
You can feel Isaac’s smirk against you as his fingers increase in pace with both his fingers and his hips. You cry out, your hand flying down to clasp onto his wrist.
“Not yet,” he whispers. Your eyes roll back as Isaac edges you closer to your release. “I want him to watch as you cum on my fingers first.”
You look down at the boy’s dead body, his eyes glazed over, blood steadily trailing out of his wound and staining the dirt below him.
Seeing Issac’s handiwork—his dedication to you—acts as a trigger for your release. You gasp sharply as you feel your orgasm get torn from you, Isaac furiously pistoning his fingers in and out of you.
As you catch your breath, you hear the rustling of Isaac’s clothes behind you. He pulls you back against him and slots his bare cock between your thighs. He ruts himself against your entrance, gathering your release against his member.
“Put it in,” you whine, and Isaac grants your plea as he shoves himself inside of you all at once. Your nails scrape at the bark of the tree as he begins fucking into you relentlessly.
The force pushes you into the rough bark of the tree and scratches your skin, but instead of deterring you it only turns you on more. You arch your back into Isaac as he ruts into you harder, fingers digging into your waist, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake.
“I want you screaming my name,” he whispers in your ear. “I want them all to know who you belong to.”
“Isaac!” you cry as he bites at your neck and slams his hips against you. “More!”
“That’s it,” he drawls. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, could he?”
You tighten around him at his words and he groans.
“Never,” you mewl, basking in his attention. “Only you!”
Your words egg him on and he seats himself even deeper inside of you, bucking his hips with vigor. You let out a hiss as the tree bark scrapes you, but you pay it little mind with Isaac up against you. “I’m the only one who will see you like this,” he rambles into your ear as his hips rock into you faster. “If another man even looks at you I’ll fucking kill him.”
“Oh fuck,” you draw out, drool escaping your lips.
“Or better yet,” he starts, “I’ll make him hurt slowly. Force him to the ground and let him bleed him, making him watch as I fuck you like he wishes he could.”
Isaac’s words conjure up images in your head that you desperately want to come to life. You flutter around him, envisioning him taking control and proving to these hypothetical men that you belong to him.
“Isaac!” you shout as your release hits you like a typhoon. You fall forward, your legs shaking as your body goes weak with your orgasm. Isaac holds you up as he buries himself into you, filling you to the brim.
“Shit,” he groans, and his warm release floods your entrance. You whine at the emptiness when he finally pulls out.
“Look at you,” Isaac croons, eyes scanning your body. He turns you back around so your back hits the tree. He observes as his cum begins dribbling out of you and you gasp as you feel it trail down your thighs.
Isaac tuts, shaking his head. “We can’t have that happening now, can we?” He looks up at you as he takes his fingers and swipes at his cum, leading it back to your entrance. He pulls away and hums, satisfied, but you stop him before he can clean his fingers.
“Let me do it,” you say, caressing his wrist.
He gives you no resistance as you bring his hand up to your lips. You kiss his fingertips first, then take them into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his fingers and bobs up and down the digits, cleaning them off. You unconsciously smile as you do so, savoring the moment.
You feel a hand against your cheek. When you look back up at him, Isaac is grinning at you as if you’ve just handed him the entire world.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
(𝑆)𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚! ⇢ 【 𝐽𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑊𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 〗 : Josh gets handsy while you and the gang watch a cheesy horror flick
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ⇢ 【 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : You were his muse, or so he claimed.
𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐵𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒? ⇢ 【 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑑 〗 : You find yourself in the strong, capable arms of Charlie Swan after you find out your best friend got married, had a baby, and looks completely different
𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ⇢ 【 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘/𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : The walls of your apartment were thin. Thin enough to hear Steve calling your name as he finishes
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝐶𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 〗 : Arthur always managed to get in trouble, and it was your job to take care of him when he did
𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : You never did like people touching what's yours
𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ⇢ 【 𝐺𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑆𝑒𝑥/𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎 〗 : You discover the perks of waking up next to Gavin Reed
𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐶𝑎𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : Rule #1 of merc life: Never screw your coworkers. Unfortunately, you were never good at following rules.
𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝐽𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑊𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝑂𝑢𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : What kind of boyfriend would Josh be if he didn't keep you warm in the snow?
Good Boy
ೃ⁀➷ pegging/pet play : Day 9
feat. Jacob Custos ᯓ★ Jacob loses a bet, and learns a thing or two about himself while under your command.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!jacob, jacob in his crop top because i said so, no jacob x emma (also because i said so), degradation, humiliation, but also some praise, mean!reader, i guess technically dubcon but jacob is 100% into it, minor foot play, minor hair pulling, minor choking
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
The knock on your cabin door is so soft, so hesitant, that you know exactly who it is.
You swing it open and beam at who stands before you. “Hi, Jacob.”
There’s a sour look on his face as he walks past and into the cabin. He’s wearing his cropped football jersey and booty shorts (which he has mentioned to you multiple times are not booty shorts) and plops down onto one of the unused beds. “Don’t look at me like that,” he grumbles.
“Like what?” “Like—like you’re—like that!” He sputters and gestures to your face.
You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You are so shit at comebacks, I almost feel bad teasing you.”
“Okay, whatever, just tell me what I have to do.” He sighs, avoiding eye contact.
You snicker. “No one said anything? I’m surprised Emma didn’t spill. She was all over my idea.”
“Oh, God.” Jacob’s head falls into his hands. “That does not make me feel any better.”
While he’s preoccupied wallowing in self-pity, you find Jacob’s new toys for the rest of the day.
“You know, I did tell you that you weren’t going to win that bet.” You rummage through the plastic bag you snuck back a couple of days ago—courtesy of you convincing Mr. Hackett to let you go on a supply run with him.
“Did you really think I was going to listen to you?” Jacob retorts. You grin. “Exactly why I said it.”
He groans as you finally pull out what you’re looking for. A dog collar, big enough for a human’s neck. There’s a bell attached to it, and you shake the collar for good measure.
His eyes widen as he looks up at the source of the sound. “What the fuck is that?”
You bite your lip to keep from laughing. “It’s your new collar, buddy.”
He stares up at you in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”
“Well, the terms of the bet were if you lost, I could keep you as my little pet for the day.” You squish his cheeks, and Jacob swats at your hand.
“What the fuck did I sign up for,” he mutters under his breath.
You smile smugly. Serves him right for trying to make a bet with you. You’d never let yourself lose a bet to Jacob, of all people.
“Head up, pretty boy.”
He obliges with a glare, and you place the collar around his neck. “Perfect fit.”
You don’t miss the way that his cheeks redden slightly, the way his breath hitches, or the way he swallowed harder than usual as you fastened the collar to his neck. He stays silent as you pull out the rest of his getup—the ears and the tail.
“I am not sticking that in my ass,” he remarks.
You roll your eyes. Not yet, at least. “Relax. It attaches to your clothes.”
You slide the ears on his head and stick the tail to the back of his shorts. You step back to admire your handiwork. The ears and tail were the same dark brown color, a close shade to Jacob’s hair. The dark blue color matched with his shirt, and you almost patted yourself on the back for how well the whole fit turned out.
“Look at you,” you coo. “My little puppy.”
Jacob’s cheeks darken. “Don’t call me that!”
“I can call you whatever I want for the next 24 hours.” You reach forward and gently tug on the collar. “I can have you do whatever I want. Got it?”
Jacob’s eyes shift around the room before hesitantly nodding.
“Great!” You clap once and stand up. Jacob looks up at you from his place on the bed expectantly. “I want you on your knees.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter?” You cross your arms.
He blinks, stunned, but then complies. You were going to have so much fun with this.
“Okay, what now?”
You pace in front of him, enjoying the sight of him on his knees in front of you. “Dogs don’t speak.
“Seriously?” You shake your head and pull out something else you had in your bag—a spray bottle filled with water. You raise the bottle and spray him in the face.
“Hey! What the—!” You spray him again.
“Bad dog.”
Jacob sputters, wiping water from his eyes. The rest drips down his jaw, droplets landing in his lap.
“W-woof,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
Your eyes widen as heat pools in your stomach watching his measly attempt at a performance. “You look so pathetic right now.” You burst out into a fit of giggles. “Again!”
“Woof!” Jacob barks, with more conviction this time. His cheeks are completely flushed and his breathing is heavier than usual.
You glance down and notice a tent forming in his shorts. You can’t hold back your excitement and Jacob follows your gaze down. His head shoots back up as he realizes you’ve caught him and he moves to close his legs.
“No, no, let me see.” You use your foot to nudge them back open. His cock is fully hard now, straining against his shorts. He turns his head to avoid you. Your eyes narrow at that.
“Ah!” He cries out as your foot caresses his clothed member. His hips buck into your touch, and he throws his head back, bell chiming as he does so.
“I can’t believe you’re enjoying this,” you tease. You definitely can believe it—you know exactly the type of guy he is. But you decide to keep playing this game. You haven’t had this kind of fun in a while, and this kind of excitement was exactly what you were craving.
“Woof,” Jacob chokes out as you begin to rub his member through his clothes. His eyes are squeezed shut and he moans as you take your time with your touch.
“Take them off,” you say, gesturing to his shorts. He obeys in an instant, pulling down his shorts and underwear at once. His cock springs out, angry and red, aching for relief.
His eyes light up, and you can tell he thinks you’re going to let him fuck you.
“You’re not fucking me.” You say, crushing his dreams. His eyebrows furrow and you lean over to rummage through your duffle bag.
You pull out your secret weapon—your strap. Jacob’s jaw drops.
“I’m fucking you.”
His cock jumps, and you grin. “On the bed. All fours,” you command. This was a nice change of pace for you. You were just waiting for the perfect moment to shut Jacob up, and you finally have that.
Slowly, Jacob rises from his spot on the ground and climbs onto the bed. He glances back at you for a quick second, but with a nod of your head he turns around, assuming the position on the plush mattress.
You squeeze a generous amount of lube in your hand (courtesy of your handy dandy bag, of course) and you bring your fingers to Jacob’s hole. He jolts and lets out a strangled gasp as one of your fingers enters.
His hips buck into your digit. “Woof! Woof!”
You chuckle at his enthusiasm. You take some of the lube and rub it along the length of your strap, ensuring that it would slide into him easily.
“Ready?” you ask. He nods wordlessly.
Just as you predicted, you slide into Jacob easily. He yelps, before slapping a hand over his mouth.
You tut, removing his hand. “I want to hear you,” you say. You start with small thrusts, the bell of the collar chiming as you get him used to the sensation.
“Shit—” he begins before shutting up, remembering your earlier command.
You hum, pretending to contemplate. “You’ve been good so far. I guess you can speak again.”
“Oh, fuck!” He whimpers breathlessly. “Thank you.”
“Hold on now.” You pull him by the collar and he lets out a choked moan, hands flying up to the accessory. “I didn’t say you could stop barking, pup.”
“Sorry,” he starts before gasping. His upper body shakes, and you let go of the collar leading him to collapse into the bed. “Woof,” he lets out weakly, voice muffled by the bedsheets.
Pride fills you and you thrust into him harder, earning a sharp yelp. You hold him up by his hips as you rut into him with vigor.
You pull him up by his hair and he groans. “You’re being such a good boy for me, you know that? Are you going to continue to be a good boy for me?”
“Y-yes,” he moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you fuck into him. Reaching around his front, you move to stroke him in rhythm with your thrusts.
“W-wait,” he protests, “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about that,” you say. In actuality, you were getting off on seeing Jacob like this. You much preferred to watch someone else fall apart instead of being touched.
Your touch proves to be too much for him, as his cock throbs, dangerously close to his orgasm.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants, pushing back into you to meet your strap.
“There we go,” you murmur. “You’re close.”
“Y-yeah, fuck, I’m cumming!” he cries. Jacob tightens around your strap as he spills into your hand.
Your own orgasm approaches you gently, closing your eyes and shudder as you let the pleasure wash over you.
You remove the strap from Jacob and he collapses in a heap, shifting his body so he lays on his back. “Fuck, that was good.”
You run a hand up his leg, eyeing the way his cock twitches. “We aren’t done yet. I still have you for the rest of the day, remember?”
Jacob looks up at you, eyes still watery from earlier.
He smiles and barks.
You smirk. You’re going to have fun training him.
Pornst★r
ೃ⁀➷ voyeurism/filming : Day 7
feat. Josh Washington ᯓ★ Being a filmmaker is in Josh’s blood, and he has the most perfect star for his videos.
warnings! :NSFW 18+, fem!reader, game events haven't happened, perv!josh, freak!reader, mutual masturbation, semi-public sexual activity, cum eating, they are FREAKS
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
“And here we have a gathering of beautiful ladies in their natural habitat. Gossiping, painting their nails, watching a rom-com. What enthralling activities will they engage in next?”
You’re sitting in the great room along with Sam, Emily, Jessica, and Ashley when Josh saunters in, carrying his video camera as usual, recording the group of you. He swings around the couch where you’re all gathered and takes a seat next to you on the couch, camera zooming in on your nails that were recently painted a dark blue color, courtesy of Jess.
“Lemme see those bad boys,” he drawls. You raise your hands to the camera, wiggling your fingers, earning a smirk from Josh.
Across from you, Emily rolls her eyes.
“Oh my god, can you leave us alone for five minutes? And get that damn camera out of my face.” She swats at his camera that he turned in her direction when she spoke up, causing him to dodge to avoid contact.
“Hey, hey, easy! This camera’s expensive, you know.”
“Not as expensive as the hospital bill you’ll get if you continue.”
Josh huffs in mock disappointment before reluctantly getting up, still filming you guys as he walks backwards out of the room and towards one of the bedrooms, where you can hear some of the guys yelling about some crap you couldn’t care less about.
“Guess I’ll just have to see what they’re up to.” He moves the camera away from his face and his eyes land on you. “I’ll be seeing you later, won’t I?” He winks at you.
“Maybe in your dreams,” you tease, waving him off with a giggle.
The five of you all watch him leave, choose to wait until he’s out of the room and out of earshot before speaking up again.
“He’s so weird sometimes,” Jessica mutters.
“I think you mean perverted,” Emily chimes in, crossing her arms.
Sam jumps in. “I don’t think he has bad intentions.”
“I mean,” Ashley pipes in, and you all turn to look at her. “...he can be a little much.”
As the girls all murmur in agreement, you stay silent. Emily, always the perceptive one, notices, narrowing her eyes at you.
“You have something to say?” It comes out more like a goading demand rather than a question.
You sigh, feeling heat rising to your face with the attention placed on you. “I don’t know,” you start, “I think it’s kinda hot.”
Emily makes a noise of disgust. “What? Him constantly filming? That’s stuff only freaks like.”
“No! It’s more like…flattering in a way…like a compliment…” Your voice trails off at the end, realizing it’s just a losing battle with these girls.
Jess smirks. “You would be into that.”
“Maybe it’s because you just really like what’s behind the camera.” Sam muses.
You gasp, throwing a pillow at her. “Sam! I thought you were on my side!”
She raises her hands in defense, catching the pillow. “Just making an observation.”
“C’mon guys, don’t tease her,” Ashley comments.
Emily looks to Ashley, a glint in her eye. “What? You’d rather us talk about Chris?”
Ashley looks down, avoiding eye contact. “...Carry on.”
“You guys are so annoying sometimes.” You stand up and huff. “I’m going to get changed. When I get back this conversation should be forgotten about.”
You ignore the protests of your friends as you walk away, towards the guest bedroom that you’re sharing with Sam.
On the way, you pass by Josh and the boys. As if sensing your presence Josh glances up, making direct eye contact with you. You smirk and nod your head in the direction of your room leaving before you can see his reaction.
You begin to strip once you enter the bedroom, back turned to the door. You’re just in your bra and panties, sitting on the end of the bed when you the doorknob turns and Josh saunters in, leering at you before slamming shut.
“Starting without me?”
None of your friends knew that Josh occasionally hooked up, and had been for a couple of months now. He places his camera down on the nightstand and lowers to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs open before leaving trails of kisses along your inner thighs.
“We had an interesting conversation once you left, you know.”
Josh raises his head. “Oh?”
“They think you’re weird. Perverted.” You run your hands through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, feeling him shudder beneath you.
“And what do you think?”
Your hands still, then tug him up to whisper in his ear. “I don’t think you’re perverted enough.”
Josh moans lightly. “Well, sorry to disappoint. How can I make it up to you?” You let him go and he continues his attack on your thighs, biting and kissing at the skin.
You pretend to think about it, your eyes shifting to his prized possession on the nightstand. “Forget about everyone out there and put that camera to a better use.”
He grins maniacally, his eyes glinting with mischievousness. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Josh reaches over, fiddling with the camera before turning it on and pointing it in your direction.
“Tell me what to do, director,” you say, looking into the camera lens.
“Take everything off,” he commands, his voice low.
You start with your bra, unhooking it and removing it slowly, letting your breasts spill out. A small groan leaves Josh’s lips and you see a tent forming in his pants. You then shimmy out of your panties, keeping your legs spread for the camera. You hold the panties out to Josh with one finger, but before he can grab them you throw them to the side, out of his reach.
“Too slow,” you purr.
Josh kneels in front of you, running his free hand up your leg and to your inner thigh, stopping before he reaches your bare pussy. “Touch yourself,” he says.
You obey, fingers teasing you clit, allowing yourself to get wet first. Josh angles his camera to catch your fingers pistoning in and out of your entrance, the sounds filling the emptiness of the room.
“Fuck, just like that,” he croaks, and you catch a glimpse of his free hand moving down to his member, unzipping his pants.
You curl your fingers inside of you, letting out a vulgar moan, uncaring about your friends outside the room. Your arousal is sopping out of you, soaking your thighs and the sheets you sit atop of.
Josh chuckles at you. “God, you love this don’t you? Performing for the camera like a goddamn pornstar.”
You want to laugh at his hypocrisy as he jacks himself off furiously, throbbing member looking close to cumming.
“You love filming just as much as I love being filmed. Perfect match.” You rock yourself against your fingers as they hit a soot deep inside that has you squealing and your toes curling.
“Fuck. You know how much money I can make off of this?” His hand seems to move faster over the thought of it. “Letting the whole world see your filthy pussy. There would be so many comments from other guys about how bad they want to fuck you…” his voice trails off as he gets himself excited from the hypothetical scenario.
His eagerness about the situation has your clit throbbing, and you adjust your hand so that you can use your thumb to rub it. The sensitive nub aches, and your body is begging for release.
Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Josh groans, having worked himself up. “Shit, add another finger,” he commands as he stares down your pussy through his camera lens.
You add a finger and respond with no hesitation. “Cum on my face.”
As Josh adjusts his position, you feel the shockwaves of your orgasm hit you, feeling weightless as your head hits the bed with a moan. As your release passes you, you look back up to see Josh kneeling above you, camera focusing in on your face as he jerks his cock right in your line of sight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Josh throws his head back and ruts his hips into his hand above you.
You close your eyes just as Josh’s release sprays across you, streams of hot cum decorating your face and neck.
His breath comes out in quick pants and Josh lets the camera linger on you a couple seconds longer, admiring his work. But as he goes to shut the camera off and place it to the side, you grab his wrist to stop him.
“Keep it filming.”
You sit up, pulling Josh close to you.
“Lick it off me,” you say.
Josh’s cheeks tinge with red, but a smirk soon appears. “Who am I to deny your request?” He teases. He kisses you deeply first, shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring it and your tongue pushes back. You moan into the sloppy kiss, tugging on his hair.
When he pulls back, you can see saliva dripping at the corner of his mouth. He cranes his head down into the crook of your neck and licks at his cum with one long swipe of his tongue.
You melt into his hold, the sensation of his tongue both tickling you but also pleasurable. He kisses his way up to your face, licking and slurping at the remaining remnants of his release as he does so.
“I wanna kiss you again,” he mumbles, and you grant his request, taking the lead with the kiss. He still has some cum on his tongue, and you take the salty spend onto your own, relishing in the taste. You part after what feels like hours, both trying to catch your breath.
“We should do that again,” Josh comments, looking up at you with dilated pupils and already at half-mast.
“Maybe some other time.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek then pat the spot, shimming off the bed and collecting your discarded clothes. You turn to the still-recording camera, blowing a kiss to its lens. “You've got plenty of entertainment for the night.”
As you change into your pajamas and exit back into the hallway, Josh chuckles and you hear the sounds of him fiddling with the camera and the rustle of his pants.
Jealous Girl(s)
ೃ⁀➷ jealous sex/public sex : Day 5
feat. Sam Giddings ᯓ★ Dating in secret comes with some annoyances, like your male friends constantly flirting with you. Good thing you and Sam both get jealous real easily.
warnings! : NSFW 18+, fem!reader, game isn't canon/everyone is alive, cunnilingus, fingering, biting, breast play, panty stealing, lots of banter, almost getting caught, probably getting caught
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
The crunch of the red solo cup in your hand goes unnoticed by you as you glare across the room at Sam, giggling at something Josh said to her.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by Beth, however.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” She has to yell over the music despite standing right next to you. The party was in full swing, courtesy of Josh. Despite him being on the opposing end of your ire at the moment, you have to admit he knows how to throw a good party—it’s the only reason that Sam was able to convince you to come instead of just having one of your rare nights in together.
You jerk your head to where the two stand, Josh now having moved closer to your girlfriend. He has that lazy smirk on his face that you always know is plastered on when he’s trying to flirt. That asshole.
Beth winces, hissing in sympathy. “I did warn him that Sam wasn’t interested. Not sure why he hasn’t taken the hint yet.”
You sigh harshly, turning your body away from the scene and towards your friend. “You're still the only one who knows about us. Sam didn’t want us dating to make the group dynamic weird,” you explain, using air quotes when you say “weird.” “Her words, not mine.”
Beth snorts. “Even though Mike is being passed around like a hot potato?”
“That’s what I said!” You throw your hands up, then down the rest of your drink, some sort of vodka mix that you didn’t bother to ask about. Beth is looking over your shoulder, and you follow her gaze to see Josh tugging on Sam’s hand, trying to lead her somewhere. Your jaw clenches.
“Fuck it. I’m going over there.”
“I don’t think you should—”
“Hey, party people!” Mike slides into your view, and you take a step back at the surprise. His words are slurred, no doubt tipsy already. “How’re my two favorite ladies doing tonight?”
Beth crosses her arms, smirking. “I highly doubt we’ve made your top two. I’ve heard there’s a lot of competition these days. Really coveted spots.”
Mike rolls his eyes halfheartedly. “Who cares about them when I’ve got all I need right here?” He swings an arm around your shoulder unexpectedly. He reeks of alcohol and sweat, and you try not to cringe. Beth does it for you.
“I don’t think you’re gonna have much luck with her,” Beth taunts.
Mike smirks, pulling you closer to his side. “Jealous?”
“Hey Mike.”
A new voice sounds, and all three of you turn to see Sam. Her eyes are narrowed, zeroed in on his arm around your shoulder.
“Sam! Need something from me?”
“Not from you.” Sam pushes Mike away from your side and wraps her arms around your waist.
“Hey babe!” She surges forward and kisses you with so much vigor it leaves you practically breathless. You smile into the kiss, matching her enthusiasm.
A wolf whistle sounds behind you. “That’s something I didn’t see coming. Thought you were hooking up with Josh,” Mike surmises.
All of the anger you held towards your friend just minutes ago comes flooding back. “Clearly not.” You glare at him, tightening your hold on your girlfriend.
He winces. “So this means I have no chance with you tonight?”
“Ugh, fuck off, Mike.” Sam clasps her hand in yours, pulling you away. “Try no chance at all,” she hollers out at him. She weaves you two through the crowd until you remain on the outskirts of all the sloshing cups and sweat-riddled bodies grinding up on each other, right near the bathroom.
“I can’t believe him!” Sam’s voice raises, irritation dripping in her tone as her cheeks redden. “I mean, seriously? Right in front of me? Who does he—”
You shut her up with another kiss.
Sam moans into the kiss, her hands moving up your neck and eventually settling to cradle your head as yours remain fastened around her waist. You move them up and down the length of her backside, eventually resting one on her ass, the other on the small of her back.
You can’t help but grin into the kiss, giddy with excitement over the jealousy your girlfriend is outright displaying. It feels good to finally be able to show affection to her in public, but it feels even better to know that she was paying just as much attention to you as you were to her earlier.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when some plastered idiot bumps into you, causing the kiss to be cut off. The force sends you forward, and Sam backwards, colliding with the door.
The interruption seems to sober up Sam and take her out of the heat of the moment. Her eyebrows furrow as her eyes glance around the crowded house.
“We shouldn’t—” you interrupt her by capturing her lips, tugging on the bottom one gently. “—be doing this out here,” she finishes when you break the connection.
“But we have the perfect spot,” you say as you jiggle the handle to the bathroom door. It opens seamlessly, and you push her inside, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you.
Sam moans, pressing her lips against yours again as you continue to make out, ignoring the muffled music and sounds of people chattering right outside the room. Saliva connects you two when you finally part, and you move your attention towards her neck, nibbling at the delicate skin.
“Shit,” Sam hisses at the pinch of your teeth on her skin. “Leaving marks?” You kiss the broken skin and lift her shirt over her head, your hands moving down to unclip her bra. “Gotta let everyone know that you're mine.”
Sam huffs with a light chuckle. “Good.” She gasps as you begin to tease her breasts, palming one gently and sucking on the nipple of the other one. Her hands move to your head, pulling you closer and arching her back towards you. “I hate how Mike always flirts with you.”
“Mike?” You raise an eyebrow and peer up at her. “Josh was all up on you and you didn’t seem to mind it.”
Sam snorts. “Josh is too clueless to realize that I was laughing at him and not with him. My attention was drawn to more interesting things.”
You let out a pleased hum. “It better stay that way.”
“Same goes for whatever the hell Mike’s trying to do with you,” she counters.
You smirk. “Let’s call it even, then.” You lower yourself to your knees and lift her skirt, bring your face to her clothed pussy. “Look how wet you already are.” Your index and middle fingers trace the length of her entrance, gathering some slick through the damp fabric.
You suck her juices off her fingers before returning to her dripping arousal, removing her panties with your teeth.
“Smooth. Lots of practice?” Sam jokes.
You smirk. “Just with one beautiful lady in particular.”
She laughs. “I gotta meet her some time. Just to thank her.”
“I’m sure you two would get along real well.”
She laughs again and you return to attending to her needs. You lap at her juices and play with her folds, using your finger to rub her clit as your tongue delves further in her walls.
“Shit, right there,” she moans, tugging you closer to her.
“Yeah?” You obey, continuing her ministrations on her for what feels like hours. But it doesn’t take too much longer for Sam to reach her peak. Her head flies back against the wall, eyes squeezed tight as you coax an orgasm from her with your tongue.
A loud banging on the door has both of you jolting, and Sam curses under breath as your attention is pulled away from her.
“Helloo? Anyone in there?” a familiar voice calls out.
You roll your eyes. Of course it’s Chris. The dude was probably too drunk and too clueless to realize why the bathroom had been locked for so long. You focus back on Sam, flicking your tongue deep into her core.
“Piss off!” Sam yells, then slaps a palm over her mouth to conceal her moan as you suck on her clit.
“Seriously? I gotta take a leak.” His complaints are more muted from behind the door.
You decide to take matters into your own hands. Fingers gripped around her thighs, you remove your mouth from Sam. “It’s fucking occupied, dude! Go piss in a bush!”
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he mumbles, most likely stumbling off to cause problems for someone else—hopefully Josh.
“Finally,” you mutter. You look up at Sam through your lashes. “Now where were we?”
Before you can continue, Sam stops you with a palm to your forehead. “Wait.” Her gaze lands on the door. “I think we should go back out there.”
“After we just harassed Chris about trying to get in here?” You raise an eyebrow. “Besides, we aren't done here.”
A toothy grin appears on her face. “And we won’t be.”
That little minx. You smirk, shoving her panties into your pocket and standing back up, giving her another deep kiss. “I like the way you’re thinking. Lead the way.”
Sam checks you out as she throws her bra and top back on, taking her time as her eyes scan you up and down.
“God, you look so fucked out right now,” she muses.
You glance at yourself in the mirror, pupils wide and lips all swollen. She’s completely right—and you love it. “Good.” You wink at her.
Sam bites at the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, unlocking the bathroom door and guiding you through the crowd, one hand hovering over your ass. She leads you to the kitchen, which is currently unoccupied.
“Right here.” Sam pushes you up against the island, her breasts pressed against your back. Your pulse races as you realize how close you two are to the droves of drunk, dancing college kids, who seem none the wiser to the fact that your girlfriend is about to fuck you right in front of them.
She kisses at the skin behind your ear before reaching in your pants to caress your wetness, sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively buck your hips back into her hand but she steadies you with a grasp of your hip.
“Don’t want to make it too obvious,” she whispers in your ear.
“Fuck, babe,” you instead choose to close your eyes, relishing in the way her two fingers that enter you hit you in all the right places. “I like it when you take control. Where’s this side of you been all this time?”
“Well somebody shouldn’t have gone and tried to steal my girlfriend,” she grumbles, adding a third finger in your core, curling them inside of you.
“Oh God,” you gasp, throwing your head back. One of your hands grips for dear life on the countertop, the other moves to grasp Sam’s wrist. “Just like that!”
Her pace remains steady as she continues fingering you expertly, filling you up entirely.
“Gonna cum,” you whine. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you, juices spilling onto Sam’s hand.
You’re still hunched over the island, trying to catch your breath, when Sam leans over you.
“We’ve got an audience,” she whispers in your ear.
You look up, catching Josh, Mike, and Emily across the way staring at you two. Emily is furiously whispering something into Mike's ear as she repeatedly throws glances at the two of you, while Mike is staring wide-eyed at the two of you, cheeks flushed. Josh has his typical smirk on his face, and when noticing you two looking their way he tips his cup up in your direction and proceeds to chug it.
“Think they know?” you quip.
She rests your head in the crook of your neck. “Let them.”
You laugh softly. “What happened to not wanting things to get weird?”
She rolls her eyes. “That was before I realized there might be competition.”
You crane your neck back, kissing her jaw. “Now they know we’re both off limits. It’s a win-win. And that means more kisses for me.”
She grins, tilting your head up and sealing your lips to hers.
if she’s not a freak like this I don’t want her !! 😤
Spare Me
ೃ⁀➷ sex pollen : Day 3
feat. Joel Miller ᯓ★ Being exposed to spores was usually a death sentence. But these spores are making you feel strange…
warnings! : NSFW 18+, afab!reader, jackson!joel, jealous!joel, dubcon-ish (under the influence of sex pollen), very brief f!masturbation, fingering, grinding, brief choking, dry humping, begging, finger sucking, cum eating, light degradation, spitting, clothed sex, unsafe sex, creampie, joel says the mask stays ON during sex, bad description of location because tbh i don't know where they are, tommy catching some strays (sorry bud)
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You hated patrols with Joel Miller.
Not because you hated him—far from it, actually—but because you always felt so useless when you were next to him. Joel was practically perfect at everything he did, the most capable person in all of Jackson. It was no wonder he was always getting placed on more complicated patrols. You, apparently, were just along for the ride.
Joel slings his rifle over his shoulder as he lifts up his arm for you to grab while navigating the unsteady terrain. Maria and Tommy had assigned you both to investigate a new area, one that lies much farther than anyone had patrolled before. Whispers of spores appearing had urged her to have you to confirm what exactly was out there.
(When you begged Tommy to switch shifts with him, he just chuckled and patted your shoulder.
“You’ll thank me for it eventually, hun.”)
Fuck you, Tommy, you think, refusing Joel’s help.
You then trip over a tree root.
“Woah there!” Joel shifts his body, to stop your descent to the ground. “Gotta watch where you’re going, killer.”
God, that nickname. He came up with it the very first time you patrolled with him, killing over a dozen infected in minutes. You just wanted to prove yourself, and he just throws it back at you with a silly little nickname.
When Joel catches you, the first thing you notice is how warm he is. With your head buried into his chest, you also get a good whiff of his natural musk. Catching yourself, you pull away and leap back quickly.
“Sorry, I was just…distracted.”
Joel’s smirk makes him look so smug—not thinking about you, dammit!--and it infuriated you so much you just had to put him in his place.
“Was thinking about something Tommy said to me.”
Joel whips his head around so fast you’re concerned he might’ve gotten whiplash.
“Tommy? What’d he have to say to you?”
You weren’t so oblivious to not notice how Joel's whole demeanor changed when you mentioned Tommy. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed in on your face, trying to gauge an answer from your expression.
But you weren’t letting anything through. Knowing that there really was a way to get under Joel’s skin excited you.
You hissed. “I’d rather not say. It was kind of…personal.”
“Stop fucking with me. What’d he tell you?”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop worrying about it.” You stopped in your tracks, noticing that you two had finally hit new terrain. “We should be close.”
Both of you readied your guns, surveying the new area, clearly an abandoned town by the looks of the run-down buildings and cars. There’s what looks like a supermarket ahead, its glass door shattered and windows bordered up. It’s most likely cleaned out by now, but it was worth a shot to check for some more surprise.
As you enter, all it takes is a second for you to be surprised—just a split second for an infected to throw itself to you, knocking yourself to the ground.
“Fuck!” you yell, frantically trying to crawl away as it snaps at you. You manage to position your rifle as a barrier between you and its face just as Joel runs inside, sniping it with a quick headshot.
He runs over to you, pulling you to your feet with ease. “We gotta go!” A cacophony of groans sounds from outside, alerting other infected to your presence.
“Oh fuck,” you mumble, disoriented but following close behind Joel. You dodge various clickers and stalkers, shooting some whenever you’re able to get a good aim.
Joel eventually leads you to a large, dark building, hoisting you up a ladder and then kicking it off. The infected try to climb their way after you but to no avail. You two are able to get in shot after shot until all are dead.
You let out a breath, collapsing on the roof. Joel checks you over quickly, holding your jaw as he moves your head all around, inspecting your neck for bites. “You okay? Bit?”
You swat his hand away, turning away from him and huffing. “I’m fine. I had it handled.”
He raises a brow.
“I did!”
He doesn’t respond, waiting for more.
“But, I guess I appreciate the backup so…thanks, Joel.”
He chuckles. “That’s better.”
As you both catch your breath, you peer over the ledge, finally realizing just how the rooftop was from the ground. With the ladder completely useless as it lays beneath a pile of dead infected, you don’t see another way out. “Um, Joel?”
He turns to you.
“How the hell are we getting down from here?”
Joel looks around, before his eyes land on a trapdoor. “Guess we're going in.”
Standing back up, you rub a hand over your face. “I sure hope we have better luck inside than we did out.” “When do we ever?” Joel unlocks the door and peers in. “If we go in, there’s no way we’re making it back up. We’ll have to go through.”
He jumps down first, gesturing to you to follow. You stumble as you do, Joel steading you before surveying the scene.
“Shit, get your mask on!” Joel orders, quickly pulling his out of his pack and securing it to his face. You fumble for yours, doing the same. Joel begins to walk further into the dark, dank room, the pungent smell of death alerting you both to spores being nearby. “Think this is what Maria was talking about.”
You can barely see in front of your face, but as soon as you catch some light you gasp and jump back, touching your mask and flinching when you hit broken glass. Fuck. Your mask must’ve broken when you fell back in the supermarket.
“Joel…” you whimper, sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. He turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern, but quickly his expression turns to shock as you undo your mask and take it off your face.
“The hell are you doing?” He practically shouts running over to you. You shove the mask into his hands.
“It fucking broke,” you mumble, your voice wobbly as you try to prepare for the inevitable. “I’m screwed.”
Joel doesn’t even hesitate as he begins to undo the straps of his own mask before you surge forward and restrain his hands.
“Are you fucking stupid? You need to get out of here! You’ve got important people back in Jackson, just leave me before I turn,” you spit out your words with as much venom you can muster, trying to mask your fear with anger.
Joel whispers your name, so vulnerably that your eyes well up with tears. “You’re important, too.”
“Fucking—stop! Just…shoot me and get it over with, Joel,” you grit out. Defeated, you hold your head in your hands, not wanting to meet his eye.
Then it hits you—fast. A wave of nausea and heat passes over your body so suddenly that your legs give out and you collapse on the ground.
Joel reaches to help you up but you slap his hand away. “Why are you still here…” you mutter, “you got a death wish?” Your speech begins to slur as your body heats up. But then there’s an odd feeling—arousal, it almost feels like. Your core pulses with need, confusion passing over your body. You definitely don’t think that infection should feel like this.
“Joel,” you try calling out to him, but it sounds more like a pornographic moan than anything else. “I don’t think these are normal spores.”
“What do you mean?” he asks hesitantly. He scans you over, seeming to also realize how you aren’t showing the normal signs of infection.
“I feel…hot. Like—you know, in that kind of way.”
Joel seems at a loss of words at first, debating how to respond to you. “Better than infected, right?”
“I’m serious, Joel. It fucking hurts. I can’t—” Your hand makes its descent down the front of your pants. “I need you. Please.”
Conflict fills his gaze as his eyes flicker to your moving hand, to your face, and back to your hand. “You ain’t in the right state of mind,” he starts, sounding unsure of himself. “We gotta get you outta here and we’ll figure it out once it’s safe.”
Anger and embarrassment surges through you all at once as Joel blatantly rejects you in such a dire time of need. You were desperate, you were hurt, and you were so fucking unbelievably horny.
“God, fuck you, Joel,” you manage to grit out amongst the sweat and pain surging throughout your body. Your body was begging for release, and you sure as fuck were going to make sure you received it. “You know what? If he were here, Tommy would’ve helped me—”
Joel pushes you down, hovering over you. One hand encaptures your throat, holding you down without hurting you. The other moves down your frontside, swatting away the hand that you were pleasuring yourself with. His fingers toy with the tie of your pants, ghosting your stomach. “Is this what you wanted from me?”
You moan abashedly, arching your back to grind against his hand. “Yes, fuck!” You cry out, not even caring how desperate you sound. All you could think about in that moment was getting Joel’s fingers—his cock—inside of your aching pussy.
“So fucking pathetic,” he growls, staying in place as he watches you frantically move your hips against him. He then pushes himself down onto you, his erection straining through his pants. Joel begins to hump your pussy, grinding himself back and forth against your clothed sex.
“Soaking yourself through your fucking pants. You want me that bad, huh?” Joel almost teases you with his thrusts, pausing in between each motion.
“Please, Joel!” you cry out. “Please fuck me.” Your hands claw at his back, a feeble attempt to draw him closer to you.
“I think I like you a lot better when you’re begging for me.”
Joel unzips his pants, shoving them below his knees with haste. He finally pulls down your bottoms, two fingers swiping the length of your clothed slit, gathering some of your slick in his hand. He brings his fingers to your lips. “Suck.”
You obey without a thought, swirling your tongue around his digits as he removes your panties. Your moan sounds out around Joel’s fingers as his cock finally pushes into you.
“Shit,” Joel hisses, “you’re sucking me in.”
Your pussy flutters at his words, mind hazy as you finally get the relief you were searching for. Euphoria surges through your body as he begins to fuck you, his cock stretching you wide.
He reaches places you never thought were possible, making you see stars.
“You don’t seem to be all that grateful that I’m helping.” Joel glares down at you, jaw clenching underneath his mask. “I deserve a thank you, don’t I?”
“Thank you,” you whine, too focused on your pleasure to process exactly what he’s saying.
He thrusts into you hard, filling you up to the brim. “That ain’t good enough. Again!”
“Thank you, Joel!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pounds into you mercilessly. One of his hands moves to tease your clit, and you wrap your legs around him for some stability.
“That’s better.” He maintains a steady yet harsh pace, skin slapping furiously as your moans fill the room. “Bet Tommy couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?”
You shake your head wildly.
“I can’t hear you,” he warns, his hips beginning to still. His hand pulls away from your clit. It throbs achingly with the sudden removal of pleasure.
You whine out in protest. “Only you! Only you, please!” You move your hips, struggling to move yourself on his cock to no avail.
Pleased with your answer, Joel grasps your hips and pulls you flush against him. He moves you up and down on him, controlling the pacing.
You feel a tight pressure in your abdomen, begging to be released. You claw at Joel’s arms as he fucks you, and he senses your release coming soon. His hand returns to your clit, rubbing it with an intensity you’ve never felt before.
You feel the coil of pressure threatening to release. “Oh fuck, Joel, right there…”
“There you go baby, let it all out.”
His coaxing is what pushes you over the edge as you cum with a cry of Joel’s name on your lips. Joel’s own release comes soon after, with a short grunt and a pleasant warmth filling your core.
It’s as if your orgasm was a magical healing potion with the way you suddenly feel all better. The heat you feel is no longer uncomfortable, but rather relaxing. You feel refreshed, almost.
Joel collapses next to you, and embarrassment washes over you as you replay the events of everything that just happened in your head. You cannot believe you actually acted like that.
“Already back to this?” Joel comments. “That was quick.”
You’re glad he doesn’t seem to be treating you any differently. “Let’s just get out of here and never speak of this again.”
“We still need to give Maria a report. And I’ve got lots of things I need to say to you.”
“Save it for Jackson, please.” You playfully slap his chest. “And I’m sure there’s some things we can leave out of it. Unless you want me to tell Tommy how—”
“Okay, okay, enough of that. I know when I should admit defeat.” Joel chuckles huskily from behind his mask, the sound making your heart skip a beat.
You really aren't sure if you should strangle Tommy or thank him when you see him again.
Standing to pull your pants up, you try your best to ignore Joel’s cum spilling out of you. “Good. Let’s head out then. We should be able to make it back before dark.”
You start to head out of the room, not waiting up for Joel. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters under his breath, although you still hear.
You smirk, knowing full well he can’t see it. “Hurry up, old man!”
He sighs, and you giggle, knowing exactly how to tease him on your way back to Jackson.
When he’s nearly 3x my age and can banter🙂↕️
X-ray
ೃ⁀➷ x-ray vision/breeding kink : Day 1
feat. Clark Kent/Superman ᯓ★ Clark’s powers don’t just help him keep the world safe. Sometimes he likes to use them for more selfish reasons…
warnings! : NSFW 18+, afab!reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, soft sex, creampie (well...duh), lots of praise and compliments
ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3
“Oh fuck, Clark.”
“So naughty, honey.” Clark’s words are muffled by your pussy as he eats you out, the vibrations sending another wave of euphoria through your body.
Your whole body tenses as he goes to town on you, eating you out like a man starved. “Shit babe, don’t do that.” Your voice comes out in a pathetic whine as your boyfriend pushes you closer to your orgasm. You manage to push his head away, grabbing a fistful of his dark curls that stick to his forehead.
Clark gets your message, and slowly crawls over your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and his whispering tickles your neck. You relish in the sensation so much that you barely make out his question.
“Can I try it out?”
You knew exactly what he was talking about. When Clark first asked to use his X-ray vision when he was balls deep inside of you, you furiously shook your head, your face heating up in embarrassment. It freaked you out, not knowing what he was going to see. But as time went on, you thought there wouldn’t be much harm in trying out something new.
“Go for it,” you say, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Clark lifts his head, eyes widening as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Really?”
His cock stirs against your stomach, and just the thought of him being aroused by using his x-ray vision has you feeling all types of ways.
“Oh my god, don’t make me say it again.” You cover your face up, hoping Clark doesn’t see the mortification in your face.
Clark pulls your hands away kissing your palms. “Sorry, honey. I just never expected you to say yes.”
He fists his cock, humping lightly against your glistening entrance before lining himself up with it. Your eyes squeeze as he finally pushes into you, moaning loudly as he fills you up to the brim.
“Gosh,” you hear Clark utter. Opening your eyes, you see his gaze laser focused on where you two are connected. “I wish you could see this. It’s beautiful.”
“Beautiful wouldn’t really be the word I use,” you say under your breath.
Clarks ignores you as he continues his thrusting, his hands tightly gripped around your waist.
One of his hands moves down your body caressing your clit under his thumb. His eyes are wide with wonder as he stares, amazed with the way your pussy flutters around his pulsating cock. Nothing has ever felt so intimate, and Clark is amazed by just how erotic the sight of his cock head kissing the entrance of your cervix is.
“Oh, honey.” Clark’s thrusting becomes more erratic as his lidded gaze remains fixated on your pelvic region. “Need to finish inside. Need to see it happen.” His voice comes out in a whimper. “Please?”
Your stomach tightens in excitement. Clark always looks so hot when he’s begging. And who were you to deny the man who was rearranging your guts?
As you nod furiously, Clark picks up the pace with his thrusts. The clapping of skin to skin echoes throughout your bedroom as you reach your peak, your pussy fluttering around Clark. The sight of it has him losing all of his control, and Clark groans at the sight of his seed filling you up.
You two both come down from your highs with heavy breaths and giggles. Clark gazes up at you, finally released from the hypnotizing vision of himself inside of you. “That was perfection,” he says breathlessly, his dimples prominent and eyes shining brightly.
You were never good at taking Clark’s compliments. Instead of responding, you curl into his body as he wraps an arm around you, nuzzling into your hair.
“Your insides are just as beautiful as your outsides, honey.”
“Oh my God, Clark!”
me rn in case yall were wondering
𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎, 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛!
╰› 𝐽𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑊𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑦
╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: At the Washington lodge, a playful plan to boost Chris’s confidence quickly turns into something far more intimate
╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, cuckolding, fingering, pull out method, dirty talk, porn with plot, sex on film, use of she/her pronouns for the reader
✧ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧
The top floor of the Washington lodge was quiet. The deep bass of the stereo and the familiar sound of drunken laughter were muffled by the thick wooden floors. The party down below was in full swing, but as you climbed the stairs, it felt worlds away.
Shadows flickered along the heavy beams above you. They danced across the intricate chandelier, mirroring the mischief shimmering in your boyfriend’s eyes. You followed Josh up the stairs, your hand laced with his. His fingers were warm and familiar against your own.
“Chris is nervous,” Josh pointed out, a sly smirk playing on his lips as the two of you reached the landing. “Guy’s been overthinking his every move. I thought maybe he just needed some… direction.”
Josh held up a small, sleek handheld camcorder. You raised a brow and parted your lips, possibly to argue, but Josh silenced you with a kiss. It was slow and teasing, his free hand gently reaching up to allow his fingers to ghost over the back of your neck. When he pulled away, his breath lingered against your skin.
“You’re my muse, babe,” he murmured, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
Your heart thumped against your ribs despite Josh’s assurance. His thumb grazed against your cheek, soothing you.
You often marveled over the way Josh’s mind worked. He was always creative, always pushing boundaries. He wasn’t jealous, not like most guys would be in this situation. He wanted to watch. Capture something real. Raw. He trusted you, and, god, it turned you on.
You reached the door at the end of the hall, and Josh knocked twice before pushing it open. Chris looked up from the bed, his cheeks tinged pink as soon as his gaze met yours. He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Are we really doing this?” Chris questioned, his voice cracking slightly as he eyed the small camcorder cradled in Josh’s hand. You looked up at your boyfriend, who winked in response.
Josh closed the door behind you with a click, the lock sliding into place, signaling the beginning of a very interesting night. Josh wrapped an arm around you and ushered you further into the room.
“Scene one,” Josh began, taking a step away from you and sweeping his arm toward the bed like the director he’s always wanted to be. “Chris, our lovable underdog, finally stops second-guessing himself and takes what he wants.”
You took a tentative step forward, slowly closing the distance between you and Chris. His breath hitched as your hands trailed over his broad shoulders, your fingertips gliding over the soft flannel. You leaned down and brushed your lips against his cheek.
“I’ll follow your lead,” you whispered against the shell of his ear.
Behind you, Josh set the camera onto the tripod and clicked it on, the red light glowing softly through the dimly lit room. “Just forget I’m here,” Josh said, his voice suddenly husky as he sank into a nearby chair.
You straddled Chris’s lap and reached up to slowly undo the buttons of his flannel. “You’re doing fine,” you murmured, your gaze softening as you looked down at him. “Just breathe.”
Chris looked like he might combust underneath you, leaving you to fall unceremoniously onto the bed. His hands fumbled for a moment, grasping at the air as he tried to figure out where to put them. Finally, they landed on your waist, grounding both him and you in the feeling.
Josh’s camera whirred quietly in the background, a constant reminder of what you were really doing here. You could feel Josh’s eyes on you, could practically feel the way his gaze trailed up your back like a second touch.
You leaned down just far enough for your lips to brush against Chris’s, allowing him to set the pace. Chris trembled lightly under your touch, but only a breath passed before he reached up to meet you.
Chris kissed you gently. He was tentative, but eager, his hands slowly roaming and growing bolder by the second. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of smoke filtering in from the nearby fireplace.
With each passing moment, you deepened the kiss. You rolled your hips against his lap and tangled your fingers into his short, golden locks, earning a whiney gasp from the boy underneath you.
You tugged at his now-open button-up, cursing the sheer number of layers Chris was wearing. His flannel fell from his shoulders, and it was quickly followed by the long-sleeve shirt underneath it. You pulled back, admiring Chris’s shining, kiss-swollen lips. Your hands drifted over his now-exposed abdomen, relishing the way his muscles jumped underneath your touch. One of his hands slipped beneath the hem of your sweater, tracing the bare skin above your waistband.
Chris swallowed hard, his gaze drifting over your shoulder and toward Josh, seeking permission or maybe reassurance. Josh’s soft chuckle filled the space, and your eyes darted across Chris’s face, almost as if to memorize every detail.
“Take it, Cochise,” Josh coaxed, his voice gentle but firm. “Don’t let her run the show.”
You leaned in, your forehead brushing against Chris’s, and a grin covering your features. His breath hitched as your fingertips skimmed across his bare shoulder. Chris’s hands tighten around your waist, and in a singular, fluid motion, he rolled, and you found yourself on your back with him above you. His hair was slightly ruffled, and his expression was sharper now, confidence finally taking over his earlier awkwardness.
Chris hooked his fingers under the hem of your shirt, slow enough that you’re painfully aware of every inch of fabric sliding over your skin. The air felt cooler without it, but the warmth of his touch made up for it tenfold. He tossed your shirt to the side, never breaking his gaze away from yours.
Chris leaned down, allowing his lips to graze your collarbone. You hardly noticed as his hands slid down to the waistband of your jeans. His fingers fumbled with your button for only a moment before he was sliding the fabric over your hips. Your pants quickly joined your shirt, tossed to the side without a second thought. His hands trailed over your skin, light and explorative, like he was discovering a new territory for the first time.
Your breath hitched when he paused. Every nerve was alight and aching for him to touch you. His fingers traced the edge of your underwear, and a flicker of uncertainty flashed across his face.
Josh’s voice cut through the silence, low and encouraging from behind the camcorder. “She wants you, bro,” Josh murmured. “Take it slow. You gotta warm up the engine before you can take her for a ride.”
Chris nodded, letting Josh’s words soak in like the ever-eager student he was. His fingers glide lower, gently tracing the curve of your hip. He mapped the warmth of your body underneath the thin, lacy fabric of your underwear. His breath caught in his throat as he carefully tugged the garment lower and lower until it pooled at your ankles. Chris tossed it in Josh's direction, and your boyfriend caught it in one smooth motion. Josh brought the lace to his nose and sniffed it deeply.
Josh’s lewd actions, combined with the drag of a zipper being undone, had your cheeks heating up. Chris pressed sloppy kisses down your abdomen, his lips brushing against the warm skin of your belly. Slowly, he nestled himself between your thighs, allowing you a perfect view of the camcorder and your boyfriend behind it.
Chris reached up to wrap his arms around your thighs, receiving an approving hum from Josh. You snuck a glance over the wide expanse of Chris’s back, meeting Josh’s gaze. Desire, control, and a hint of artistic obsession flickered in your lover’s eyes, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Don’t look at me, honey. Look at him,” Josh commanded gently, his eyes flickering to the blonde between your legs.
Naturally, you did as you were told, focusing on the way Chris dug his fingertips into your thighs as he trailed kisses wherever he could reach. He was teasing you, getting just close enough to where you needed him before pulling away to nip and suck on the plushness of your thighs. You shifted your hips against his grasp, aching for his mouth on your core.
He sucked a love bite on your thigh, an ever-present reminder that he was there. He leaned up, his lips grazing against your hip bone. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, impatience and eagerness making you squirm against Chris’s grasp.
You nearly jumped as Chris swiped his tongue through your dripping folds. He was tentative at first, just like he was when he kissed you. His touch grew bolder with every flip of tongue, but there’s still a hint of hesitation, like he’s not sure if he’s doing enough or giving you what you want.
Josh noticed immediately. He always noticed, especially when it came to his subjects beyond the camera.
A floorboard squeaking drew your attention from the blond between your thighs. You met Josh’s gaze as he crouched beside the bed, making sure to stay mostly out of his carefully curated shot.
He reached forward and carded his fingers through Chris’s hair before gently tugging him away from your core. You let out a breathy whine at the loss of contact and stuck out your bottom lip, sending a pouty look to your boyfriend.
“You’re holding back, Cochise,” Josh murmured, turning his attention to Chris. “Use your tongue here,” he directs, reaching forward to circle your clit with his thumb. Your hips jolted in his grasp, and a familiar sly grin covered Josh’s face.
Josh slid his middle finger through your folds, collecting your slick before dipping down to tease your entrance. His practiced hands had you panting, and Chris watched, enraptured at the way you were putty in Josh’s hand.
“Don’t be afraid to use your fingers,” Josh instructed as he inched his middle finger into your core. He languidly pumped his finger as his thumb continued to swirl your clit, and his movements had your mind going fuzzy with pleasure. “That’s it, honey,” Josh praised as your thighs began to quake and your finger tangled in the soft sheets below you.
You nearly choked on your gasp as Josh pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing. “Please,” you mewled, tears of frustration dotting the corners of your eyes.
Josh took his fingers into his mouth, letting out a satisfied groan as he took his seat once more. Chris’s lips against your core quickly satiated any loss you were feeling. His tongue swirled your clit as he plunged a finger inside you. You arched against the mattress, your thoughts hazy and your thighs trembling from your impending orgasm.
His finger was quickly joined by another one, and you let out a whine as he curled them within you, reaching that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back. Your release was dangerously close, and your walls fluttered around Chris’s fingers. You threaded your fingers through his blond locks and tugged, pulling Chris impossibly closer. He groaned against your core, sending vibrations against your clit.
It doesn’t take him long; he’s a quick learner, and you were so worked up that a strong breeze could’ve made you cum.
“Chris!” You whined as you tipped over the edge, clenching down around his digits. Your thighs go to clamp around his head, but his free hand keeps you firmly in place.
After a few moments, you stilled, and Chris pressed kisses against your inner thighs. You lifted your head to look at him, and your cheeks flushed at the sight. Your arousal covered the bottom half of his face, and his hair and glasses were skewed. His cheeks flushed, and a lazy grin covered his face. You met his gaze, and faster than your pleasure-riddled brain could process, his lips were on yours. It felt like a switch flipped within him, and he wasn’t going to wait to take what he wanted.
Chris’s fingertips dug into your thighs as he settled himself between them, the denim of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your bare core. The kiss grew messy, his tongue hot and insistent against yours as he moved his jeans lower down his hips. He freed himself from the confines of his boxers, and you watched as his cock, hard and heavy, bounced against his abdomen.
The head of his cock glints in the dim light of the fireplace, twitching with need and already dribbling precum. He hissed as he wrapped a hand around himself and stroked with quick, even motions.
“Jesus,” Chris groaned as he leaned forward and the blunt head of his cock dragged through your folds, spreading the wetness there. With a low, guttural moan, Chris nudged the head of his cock into your entrance, stretching you slowly and inch by maddening inch.
He bottomed out with a gasp, almost as if he was holding his breath the entire time. Chris sucked in a breath as his gaze drifted down to where the two of you were joined.
“Focus, Chris,” Josh warned, his voice cutting through the thick silence. “Don’t wanna finish before you’ve even started.”
Chris’s ears turn red, and he’d almost look bashful if he wasn’t balls deep inside you. A few moments passed before he began to slowly thrust into you.
“So, ah, tight,” Chris whimpered, his hands squeezing your hips.
Chris leaned forward, resting his arms on either side of your head as he rutted into your dripping core. His lips met yours in a messy kiss. It was more teeth and tongue than anything, but you didn’t care. He reached down to draw figure-eights against your clit, and your thighs began to tremble.
You jumped as another pair of hands joined Chris’s. He leaned back, watching intently as Josh dragged his fingertips up your thigh.
Josh pushed one of your thighs toward your chest, opening you up even further for Chris. The new angle knocked the air from your lungs, and you let out a strangled moan.
“Angle your hips upward,” Josh instructed, his voice barely above a whisper. Chris nodded before doing what he was told. The pads of his fingertips dug into the plush skin of your thigh, just above where Josh was holding you in place, and he readjusted himself. With each drag of his hips, the head of his cock hit the deepest parts within you, and stars danced behind your eyes. Your nails dig into his forearm, carving half-moons into his flushed skin.
You turned your head to the side, watching as Josh palmed himself through the denim of his jeans. Your jaw dropped open to release a breathy moan as Chris’s pace increased with every thrust.
Josh hummed, watching as your pussy swallowed Chris’s cock eagerly. “Think we should put this pretty mouth to use,” Josh suggested, grazing his thumb across your bottom lip.
You nodded, watching eagerly as Josh popped the button on his jeans. His hand drifted past the waistband of his briefs, and he freed his length from its confines, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched your lover stroke himself.
“Being so good for Chris, honey,” Josh cooed, “letting him use this pretty pussy.”
Josh reached forward to cup the side of your face, caressing your flushed cheek before trailing down to run his thumb across your bottom lip. You looked up at him through your lashes, obediently opening your mouth and allowing Josh to slip his thumb into your mouth and press the pad of his finger against your tongue.
You wrapped your lips around the digit and sucked before swirling your tongue around it. Josh sucked in a breath at the sight, and Chris’s hips stuttered as he watched, enjoying the sight nearly as much as your boyfriend. Josh pulled back, letting you release his thumb with a loud ‘pop!’.
You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip, eagerly awaiting Josh’s hard length. He was quick to oblige you, always eager to please his pretty little plaything, and he slid the tip of his cock passed your lips. The tip of your tongue ran across the head, savoring the taste of him and causing Josh’s breath to hitch. He runs his fingers through your hair before tightening his grasp and tugging you closer, allowing you to take more of his length into your mouth.
You relaxed your jaw and hollowed out your cheeks, allowing Josh to use your mouth however he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Chris’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chris whined in quick succession. His hips began to stutter, and you could feel the hot coil tightening within your belly.
“Don’t even think about it, Cochise,” Josh panted, sounding nearly as wrecked as you felt. “Never finish before your lady. S’not polite.”
A strained groan left Chris, and he reached down to rub tight circles around your clit. It doesn’t take you long to finally cum around Chris’s cock, tears of relief dotting the corners of your eyes. You clenched hard around him, your pussy holding him in a vise grip.
“O-oh,” Chris groaned, his hips faltering once more. He was quick to follow you off the precipice, rapidly pulling out of you and stroking himself in time with Josh’s thrusts in your mouth.
Rope after rope of sticky cum coated your tummy and inner thighs. Josh grunted as your high-pitched moans sent vibrations down his length. His grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat, almost as if he was waiting for Chris to finish. You greedily slurped up everything he’d give to you, but some still dribbled down the side of your mouth.
Josh pulled out with a shuddering breath, his eyes darting over your ruined form. He lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours.
“You did good, honey,” he praised as he pulled away. You smiled sleepily at his praise, and Josh tucked himself back into his jeans before moving to shut off the camera.
The room was quiet for a few moments afterward, save for the distant thump of music and the sound of uneven breaths gradually slowing. Chris moved from his position between your thighs to lying on his side next to you. You shimmy under the blankets, feeling slightly exposed in front of the camera.
Chris was the first to break the silence, his voice low and a bit uncertain. “Uh, wow. I mean—” he cut himself off with an oh-so-familiar nervous laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Josh plopped back into the armchair he previously occupied, a lazy grin gracing his features. “Believe it, bro,” he replied. “That was the real deal. And you two? Flawless.”
The edges of Chris’s lips quirk into a smile, his cheeks flushing as he shakes his head. “I mean, I don’t know about flawless,” he murmured, glancing over at you. “Did I… I mean… was it good for you?”
You chuckled, giving Chris a sleepy smile. “You did good, Chris. Ashley’s gonna have the time of her life,” you replied, a hint of teasing in your tone.
Your response sapped the tension out of him. His shoulders sagged with relief, and he let out a breathy laugh.
“Okay. Okay, good, because I was seriously freaking out there for a second.”
You laughed again, but this time the two boys joined you. The three of you lay there in the afterglow, your laughter fading into a comfortable silence. The consequences of tonight could be dealt with later. For now, though, you were happy to be sharing this moment with your two favorite guys.
