saw a post the other day that said telling smut fanfic authors that you got off to their smut fics is sexual harassment. which is an insane take if you ask me. keep your pants On while reading porn and do not even Think about telling the author if you enjoyed it a little too much. like sorry what are we doing here
can we have Tango being full on being gang banged??
absolutely yes
🔞FULL PART 1🔞
🔞FULL PART 2🔞
🔞FULL PART 3🔞
omg i finally drew skizz. barely😭
anyways, not sure if this counts, but enjoy this arizona dads threesome 🙏 tango just looks so small and cute next to them! especially when they've got him spitroasted like that <3
i’m losing my fucking MIND over lobster pac. pac voice fitchie i want you to put me in a human sized lobster trap and “catch” me and haul me home and put me in a large pot filled with hot water. fit voice cool cool can we maybe circle back to where you said you want to wear giant foam lobster claws on your hands can we just revisit that before we move onto the lobster trap maybe
theres two avenues here one of which is that fit is like well. this is. pac this is a bit much which is really funny but i think rven funnier is that fit finds out he has a really specific niche kink through this which i think is HILARIOUS
something with missa domming blease. I can't see him domming roier but I need to see him being brave and confident somewhere in bed
roier laughed in missa's face when he asked about domming. maybe he shouldn't have, but the idea of missa trying to tell him what to do just felt so impossibly ridiculous, he couldn't help it. but he was insistent, and after enough pestering roier found a loophole.
after all, he himself might not be a sub, but he knows a girl.
so he gave missa a little bit of a class on how to dom his favorite sub. missa was skeptical at first, but took to it beautifully; it turns out he's a natural, using his own experience and what roier taught him and sure the first time they played together was a bit stilted and awkward at times but by now he's practiced at it, able to make mariana fall apart within minutes.
she's spread out on roier's bed as he sits beside her, watching missa work with an approving smile. missa figured out pretty quickly that undressing mariana while he himself stayed clothed was a good way to get her into subspace faster, so he's trailing a finger up and down the side of her naked body as she squirms.
just a finger, tracing languid lines and making little loops over her ribs and hipbone, not touching her anywhere else, but still effective enough to have her whining. roier has to admit missa is good at this, he's learned so many things that make mariana tick and uses them all with deadly accuracy.
"pretty girl," he coos now, grabbing mariana's jaw. he leans forward, mask so close to her face, and says, "you're so wet for me already? i haven't even touched your cute little cock, sweetheart."
(she's dripping. roier wants to lap up the precum that already begun to pool, but he resists.)
"not my fault," protests mariana weakly. this is where missa's style differs from roier's own: he tends to prefer a speak-when-spoken-to rule, getting enough of mariana's smart mouth outside the bedroom, but missa likes the back and forth. "you know i–"
"i know what, huh?" he squeezes. seeing missa like this, so confident... it never fails to get roier hard as a fucking rock. "that you could cum after, what, ten seconds of me touching your clit?"
ten is generous, roier thinks idly, but not too far off. mariana is easy, it's what makes her so fun to play with.
"hey!" she really tried to put her teeth in it, bless her, but missa lays a single delicate finger on the head of her cock and it takes all the bite out of her bark.
"oh, do you not want me to touch you? that's fine, that's fine." he takes his hands away and sits back, looking down at mariana consideringly. "you can just get yourself off then, yeah? put on a good show for me."
me, not us. like roier's only an accessory to the scene, not even an audience member. he shivers.
mariana's brow knits together at the words, in the way it does when he's thinking about safewording, and roier's about to open his mouth when missa speaks.
"what's wrong?" his tone is soft, as is his touch where he rests a grounding hand on mariana's shoulder.
"can you just– i want to see you," mariana mutters, and covers her face. "i don't like not seeing your face."
the mask is tossed to the side before her sentence is even finished, skull and bones dissipating in a swirl of purple magic until missa's pretty face is visible.
"thank you for telling me," he says warmly, brushing some of mariana's hair off her forehead. "is there anything else?"
she peeks between her fingers, clearly embarrassed. "no, i– this is good."
missa gently takes one of her hands, lifts it to his mouth and kisses her palm. "are you sure?"
"i'm sure."
another kiss. he hasn't taken his eyes off her for a moment, searching her expression to be sure any discomfort has been soothed. roier's proud. "okay, then. do you wanna keep going?"
mariana nods. "do whatever you want to me," she says, grinning.
missa's eyes light up with a wicked grin and roier's honestly excited he gets to watch her come to regret that.
he pushes her legs apart– but doesn't do anything further like roier would have expected. no, missa's... looking at him expectantly.
"what?"
"watch," missa says simply, then moves to settle between mariana's legs. he dips his head down and stays occupied for a while, dark hair falling to conceal what exactly he's doing, but when he turns his attention to the other side roier can clearly see several wine dark splotches beginning to form on mariana's thigh, as well as an imprint of missa's teeth.
a flash of heat pangs roier's gut as he thinks of what charlie will say when he sees the marks. will he be possessive? try and slam missa into a wall, with those strong arms of his, angry at him for playing with what isn't his? or, even more thrilling: will he know it was missa at all? or will roier be on the receiving end of all that passion? (their play is all negotiated, of course, but even so. roier can dream.)
"how many times do you want to cum, beautiful?" missa is asking, and roier shakes himself. he can fantasize later.
"now," answers mariana immediately, making them both giggle. "more later, but. now."
it's so different from the way roier chooses to dom. missa takes a much more lax approach to the whole affair, but he's still unmistakably in charge. they both do as they're told, roier watching as mariana shakes apart around missa's dextrous fingers, trying and failing to ignore the throbbing in his jeans.
"look," missa says, clearly a direction to roier. "she's so wet, isn't she? and her clit?" he groans, and roier's eye twitches with the effort it takes to pretend to be unaffected. this isn't about him.
missa swipes the cum from mariana's thighs and uses it to rub at her little cock like it really is a clit. "i don't know how anyone gets anything done once they've slept with you, princess," he continues, keeping up a steady rhythm both on her cock and with the fingers inside her. "i really don't. knowing you're walking around with such a pretty pussy... if i was your husband, i'd never let you leave my bed."
subtly pressing his thighs together is suddenly not enough for roier. the indirect mention of charlie has made him acutely aware of the mess he's making in his boxers, cock steadily drooling precum just from watching them, and he abruptly staggers to his feet, intending to head for the door. never mind the fact that this is his bedroom, he's gotta go find the nearest door with a lock and shut himself behind it to take care of this.
"where are you going?"
he pauses. he's really not sure.
"uh," roier answers brilliantly. missa turns, and then it's both of them looking at him like he did something wrong.
"you can stay, roier," missa says. not missa-the-dom, not missa-the-sub, or missa-however-else-roier-feels. missa, his friend, seeing him unsure and offering to steady him.
"you don't have to leave just because you got hard," mariana says bluntly. missa giggles, gesturing for roier to come back.
"fuck you," he spits, but he does sit on the bed again.
"you wanna jerk off, you can," offers missa nonchalantly. "i owe her at least one more."
mariana wiggles her hips in anticipation. "show us your dick," she jeers.
it earns her a flick to the nipple from missa, who says, "don't get any ideas. you're only getting one tonight."
mine goes unsaid, but they all know what he means.
she looks like she wants to mouth off, but roier knows she wants to be fucked more than she wants to talk back. when it's just them, she'll do it on purpose, wanting to be put in place by a harsh word or a slap. with missa, it's different; he's not really into impact play, nor does he have patience to deal with bratting. roier has permission to withhold orgasms if mariana misbehaves, whereas missa likes to wring at least three out before he's done with her.
he seems ready to give her what she wants, if the way he's palming himself through his pants is any indicator. he rocks against his hand a few times, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment as his cock finally gets some attention. he was already sporting a semi, roier could tell, but he seems to be enjoying bringing himself to full hardness.
this is part of it, roier thinks distantly, part of his game. having mariana lie there helpless as he touches himself, switching from grinding against his own hand to just lightly trailing his fingers over the sizable bulge, over and over. the motion is hypnotic, and roier finds himself mimicking it unconsciously.
missa cracks an eye open, looking directly at roier, and he feels his face flush at being caught. he was told he could get off to this, why is he so embarrassed? how does missa of all people strip away every ounce of confidence and control with such nonchalance?
he keeps eye contact as he slowly unzips his pants. it's like he's being rewarded for getting off, roier thinks deliriously, finally getting to see missa's dick.
god, it's so pretty. the perfect size, shaft covered neatly by his big hand curled around it, head peeking out above his thumb and balls already drawn high and tight with how much he already wants to cum.
roier watches missa stroke himself, palm sliding over the head, spreading the collected wetness all over the now-shiny red tip, and has to swallow the saliva that's suddenly pooled in his mouth as he moves to tap mariana's clit with it.
"you want it?"
mariana tosses her head to the side, impatient. "wanted it yesterday."
missa's hand is around her throat in an instant and roier has never been harder in his life.
"aw, baby, that's not how you talk to me, is it?"
"fuck me already." mariana's hands are clasping his wrist, not trying to pull it off, roier realizes, but trying to press his hand down harder. missa tuts, giving her the lightest squeeze before letting go.
"you know you only get that if you've been good." she knows? how often do they do this together? roier feels dizzy with how little blood is left in his brain. "now come on, are you gonna answer me, princess?"
"i want your cock," mariana begs instantly, eyes wide and wanting. "please, please, fuck me, i need it!"
she's such a little shit.
missa doesn't quite fall for the act, but even though he knows it's insincere, roier can tell it gets to him. he grips the base of his cock as he considers mariana on the bed beneath him, drags a deep breath in and out through his nose, and then smiles.
"anything for my princess, isn't that right?"
he grips her thighs and yanks her closer, producing a small bottle of lube from his inventory and drizzling it over where the tip of his cock is kissing mariana's entrance. as her legs automatically wrap around his waist he slowly starts to push in, aided by the lube that makes a filthy noise with the movement.
mariana gasps as the head pops in, and missa gives her a moment to adjust. as she's gasping for air, he turns to roier. "touch yourself," he says, and roier finds himself nodding. "you're both coming before i do."
he's already hot to go– that won't take very long. roier stifles a little groan as he finally unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down; he doesn't bother taking his boxers off, just sticks a hand down his pants and finally starts jerking off in earnest.
missa actually matches his pace: he slowly pushed into mariana until he bottomed out, and now he's timing his thrusts with the motion of roier's hand on his cock. roier's rhythm stutters as he realizes this, but he picks back up quickly. mariana is making the sweetest sounds as missa fucks into her, and roier's not gonna be the reason they stop.
the filth she's spouting now is genuine: "you feel so fucking good inside me, love your cock," she moans, and in response missa changes his angle ever-so-slightly to nail her prostate. her long arms scramble to get ahold of his shoulders as she gasps, "touch me, please, please, i need it, i need you, missa– ah!"
he lets go of one of her thighs to thumb over her clit and almost immediately, her back arches, the force of her orgasm lifting her off the bed. her cock may be small, but she still produces an impressive amount of cum. there's a beautiful mess on her skin by the time she slumps back to the mattress, held up by her legs still looped around missa's waist.
fuck, roier needs to cum. his hand is dry and the confines of his underwear is making it harder for him to—
missa gently tugs his hand off his dick, ignoring his whine of protest, and drags his palm through the cum on mariana's thighs. "keep going," he says, lifting roier's hand just enough to kiss the sensitive skin at his wrist.
all roier can do is nod. missa guides his hand back to his cock and roier jolts at the newly slick feeling, then again as missa moves his hand for him. he sets the pace, he twists roier's grip, he's the one in charge and roier feels like that's exactly where he should be.
the thought bursts the bubble of fog clouding his brain, and roier starts to laugh. "you jackass, you're trying to dom me!"
"trying?" missa asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"he did," mariana chimes in. "you look how i feel."
"and how do i look?" he demands. or tries to– missa hasn't slowed the movement of their joint hands.
"subby," they answer in unison.
oh, fuck it.
missa squeezes over his hand, and roier gives up the idea that he has any say in what's happening. lets missa send him over the edge, catch him when he can't quite stay upright anymore.
"there you are," he says, brushing stray hair off roier's sweaty forehead. "feels good, doesn't it?"
roier nods, staring into missa's warm eyes. he's done pretending he wants to stay in control right now. missa has him, he'll be all good.
"lay down for me?"
he obliges, curls loose-limbed against mariana's side as best he can. she's warm, like always, and roier nuzzles into her.
"okay, princess. you want me to keep using you, or are you done for tonight?"
she gives it a moment of thought, legs still wrapped around missa's waist, and says "i think i'm done, sorry."
missa shakes his head with a smile as he ducks down to kiss her thigh. "you don't need to be sorry, i have a left hand for a reason."
roier's brow furrows. somehow the idea of missa just spilling over his fingers feels like a tremendous waste, and he can't have that.
"i wan' it," he slurs, struggling to sit up. missa pauses, halfway pulled out, and raises an eyebrow. "cum in me, i want it."
"are you sure? i–"
"fuck me, missa," he says, mustering as much lucidity as possible. "please?"
his face softens. "anything you want."
so roier gets prepped while floating, mariana pressed against him and murmuring sweet nothings. she mouths at his neck, flicks at a nipple, even brushes a hand over his cock before missa swats it away. he's very businesslike as he works, purposely avoiding roier's prostate in favor of properly stretching him, even if he's also jerking his cock at the same time. roier keeps an eye on it, as best he can, worried he'll make himself cum and roier will get nothing. but he's always been a pro at edging, able to withstand roier's sadism when it comes to denying him, so it makes sense he'd be good at doing it to himself.
the thought of it makes roier giggle. missa, who's dissolved to tears under his hands countless times, is the one doing this to him, keeping his composure when roier himself is falling to pieces.
"what's so funny, hm?"
"you," roier says, reaching a hand up to press against missa's cheek. "doing this to me." he laughs again when missa just shakes his head in amusement, and squirms under his ministrations.
"c'mon, i'm ready," he whines. "fuck me."
"you're so needy," missa sighs, but he withdraws his fingers. as he lines himself up, he continues, "this isn't going to take very long. enjoy it while you can."
good, roier wants to say, he wants missa's cum in him now, but before he can speak missa's hunched over him, pressing inside slow but steady until there's no more air in his lungs. it feels so fucking good to be full.
he angles his hips upward, bucks until he feels the tip of missa's cock graze his prostate, and lets out a pleased moan.
"you're a pain in my ass, you know that?" grunts missa, but he keeps the angle roier provided and fucks into him in languid, rolling movements. he's not even the one bottoming! roier laughs breathlessly, which just makes missa shake his head. "i don't know how you put up with him," he comments to mariana.
"he's a good lay," she answers, snaking a hand between their bodies to tweak one of his nipples.
"fuck," missa groans, "he really is."
he's good. roier tosses his head back and keens, and missa takes full advantage of it. his teeth sink into roier's neck like they belong there; it doesn't take long after that for him to bury himself to the hilt and spill deep inside him. deliciously, he doesn't pull out right away- no, he humps into him like he's trying to push his spend as deep as possible and roier loves it.
every jerk of missa's cock echoes as his own starts to twitch back to life, and missa finally releases his neck to ask, "you wanna cum again?"
"yes," he wails, and missa just- he keeps going, fucking him soft while mariana toys with his nipples, and the friction of missa's abdomen against roier's weeping cock is enough. his second orgasm rips through him, world narrowing to the slick sound of missa pushing his load further in as roier clenches around him, the rough drag of mariana's thumb over his sensitive nipple.
"thank you, thank you," he's chanting, not fully aware of what's coming out of his mouth as he rides out the aftershocks.
roier can't quite keep his eyes open after that, but he finds he doesn't need to. warm hands move him, part his legs and clean him up and he doesn't have to do a thing. he gets to lie there and drift until there's weight pressing down the bed on either side of him, two voices murmuring words his brain doesn't feel like piecing together.
no, he doesn't have to do a damn thing. it feels fucking fantastic.
soft lips pressed to his neck have roier blearily opening one eye to see which one of them it is, and he's pleasantly surprised to find it's missa who looks up at him, dark eyes crinkled with the smile on his face.
"welcome back," he says softly.
"guh," roier says back, eloquent. he blinks a few times, trying to turn his brain back into something solid.
"you don't have to talk," missa tells him, reaching to run a hand through his hair. "it's intense, huh?"
he means subbing. and yeah, shit, it is. roier always thought... he figured being a dom was harder, being responsible for someone like that, remembering their limits and likes and crafting the perfect scene for them to let go was the more difficult side of things. he just never thought about how hard the actual letting go would be.
missa's hand in his hair, a constant, soothing thing, makes his brow furrow. where is mariana?
roier sits up, limbs still not entirely responsive, and looks around for her, worried- but she's there beside him, just asleep. right, right. she tires easily after cumming multiple times, he knows this.
"are you... alright?"
oh. oh, he's worried.
"i'm good!" he rushes, turning back to missa. he flails for him, uncoordinated, and missa reaches out with steadying arms. "i'm good," he repeats, and means it.
thomas sanders as logan in a skirT. NEW PHOTOS. WUEUGEH
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WHEN I TELL YOU I IMMEDIATELY STOOD UP TO GET MY PHONE AND OPEN INSTAGRAM WHEN I SAW THIS ASK. GIRL I JUST GLANCED AT HIS PAGE AND HAD TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND STAND THERE FOR A SECOND. OH MY LORD. OH MAN.
