And now we want the continuation of the continuation of the sex toys ask!! 🙈😂 Fred was a good boy, John, you have to reward him!
Here we go!👀
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John kisses Roger’s and Brian’s cheeks who are laying in the bed exhausted and sleepy. He turns around to face Freddie, the poor boy is crying and shaking with the vibrator inside him.
John walks up to him «You did it so good, kitten» He kisses his face wiping tears away «You deserve a reward»
«Thank you» He sighs when John pulls the toy out of him.
«I want you to ride me, kitten» He lifts Freddie like the lightest thing in the world. The young boy whines, even if he was sitting al his legs hurt and are shaking. «H-Hurts» He says only.
John looks at him, Freddie probably is the most fucked out the three, so John decides to have mercy on him. «Alright, let daddy take care of you»
John lie him gently on the bed next to Roger and starts fucking him slow, Freddie is letting out soft gasps and moans with John leaving kisses all over his body.
«Can I cum please?» Freddie gasps with his hands on Roger shoulders.
«Finally you’ve learned how to behave» John grins and the sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room «Cum for me, kitten»
Freddie screams when he comes and John follows him shortly after.
John gently cleans him and lies down among his boys kissing them one by one «My good boys»
A hot concept no one talks about: 90s!5SOS... More specifically, getting stoned with Cobain wannabe Luke and listening to Nirvana 😭❤️
gotta be honest, im a 90′s baby so i don’t know jack shit about 90′s culture because im uncultured swine.
but i can kind of see it? like just chilling around and wanting to be rockstars and getting high all the time. being Edgy™ and going out to bars all the time, secretly listening to Madonna. wearing TERRIBLY PATTERNED outfits.
like. someone needs to call the fashion police on 90′s!Luke thats for SURE.
Apparently I needed to get this out of my system now before I lost the nerve.
90′s!AU, Aka The Delivery Boy universe, A couple of months after the last one I wrote.
(Part 1) (Part 2)
NO BABIES ALLOWED OK? Rating: M
With her hands threaded through his hair, nails grazing against his scalp, he groaned against her neck.
Agonized, Héctor gasped her name into her ear. “I-imelda...are you s-sure?”
“Shhhh.”
She’d crowded him into a corner, hidden deep within a storage room. Surrounded by speakers and boxes Héctor didn’t care to recognize right now, not when he had his hands full with the girl he’d been crazy about for longer than he could remember.
Literally full, calloused palms in awe of her denim covered thighs. He was too preoccupied with the fact he was finally touching her to notice Imelda’s own hands sliding down over his flannel shirt and up under the t-shirt beneath it- until he felt those same soft hands fiddling with the button on his own jeans.
His own hands snapped up to capture her wrists.
Imelda froze, and Héctor internally cursed himself. Taking a deep steadying breath he looked down into her suddenly curious brown eyes.
“This isn’t how I--Dios-” He had to suck in another shaking breath as he watched her teeth worry her kiss swollen bottom lip.”--This isn’t how I wanted to do this, ‘Mela.”
Instead of the glare and the impending slap he’d pictured from him ruining the mood, a wicked smile graced his goddesses face. His hands loosened on her wrists and nervously trailed over her sides.
“And how, mi amor, did you picture this happening?”
Shook, Héctor’s mouth dropped open. What did she...?
Imelda leaned forward from where she was sitting, using one of her legs to crowd him to stand closer. Her now free hands crawling over his chest to his lapels- and dragged him down to her level as she harshly whispered in his ear.
“Describe it to me.”
Héctor’s hands had dropped to the box she was sitting on, fingers splayed against the rough wood.
“Describe...what...what we....”
“C’mon musicó...You have imagined us together a million different ways.” He felt his head get light. How did she know?! Her hands weren’t staying still, one back to playing with his jeans and one resting over the erratic beating in his chest. “It’s in one of the songs you played tonight.”
Oh. Damn. Should have remembered that.
“So tell me.” She finally succeeded in her goal and slipped her hand inside.
Héctor confessed.
And whilst they didn’t do EVERYTHING, they did enough that Imelda warned him any songs inspired by their moment in the storage room had to stay between the two of them.
A week later, a very red faced Héctor turned up at her door with a guitar, a red rose, and a request that they go up to her room so he could play her the demos for the album’s worth of songs she’d inspired.
The twins decided to invest in headphones after this.
This morning I woke up with a couple of ask in mind for you ✨ For the moment I leave you with this idea: morning sex between 90's!John and his boys, but Bri is the most asleep. John holds him in his arms, opening his legs and Fred and Rog decide to wake him up properly ...
Oh my🔥👀
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Brian moaned placidly when Roger pinched his nipples, squirming against Freddie’s chest, turning to press his cheek against Freddie’s shoulder who was whispering sweet and filthy things.
John approached him spreading his legs and letting out a whistle«So beautiful for me» The older man stroked his cock full of lube before letting the tip touch slightly Brian’s hole.
Brian gasped, still sleepy. «Roger, why don’t you help him to wake up?»
Roger nodded, understanding what John meant, his fingers fondled his soft cock and then moved to cup his balls, the blond kept touching him until he felt Brian getting hard from the stimulation.
«Good job, baby»
John pushed his cock into Brian's hole, still so fucking tight despite being fingered before.
Brian groaned the sparks of pleasure shooting through him and dropped his head on Freddie.
could we get a continuation of the last ask with John and his boys?
Here we go!💗
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«Freddie, if you don’t stop being a brat you will not come tonight» John’s voice is harsh watching Freddie squirm in the chair.
The vibrator inside him was a sweet torture and John know that the worst thing for Freddie is leaving him untouched with only a toy inside him doing the job.
He looks at Roger and Brian who are fucking themselves with the double dildo that John gave to Brian.
Roger whines when the dildo hits his prostate, he knows he’d probably come sooner if it wasn’t for the cock ring around his dick.
«P-Please»
«What is it, sunshine? You want to come?»
Roger nods leaning into John’s touch, Roger is slowly falling apart and so is Brian. John can sees tears falling down his face. They looked so fucked up.
«Alright, Roger and Bri you two come together»
John turns out to Freddie who is still squirming on the chair «Do you see them? They were good boys» He whispers into Freddie’s ear picking up the speed of the toy, raising it up two levels.
Freddie bites his lips to muffle his loud moans and he tries to ignore that his cock is leaking steadily. «Now, you keep watching Roger and Brian fuck themselves and come. Then I’ll decide what to do with you»
John grips Freddie’s jaw turning his face into his direction «Understood, kitten?»
(90'!Au) Roger being a whinny brat because he wants John's attention/love (while Freddie and Brian are out of the house for a couple of hours) and John just gives him the hard fuck he needs and then he gives him some love too (praises and sweet words) Roger loves when John is being sweet and romantic with him
I’m not a big dealor fan, but I tried my best! Hope you like it!💘
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John was doing some work on his studio When Roger came in, sitting on his lap «What, Roger?»
«Freddie and Brian went out and they didn’t want me!»
John kisses his cheeks «How tragic»
«I’m bored»
«Do something»
Roger smirks starting to grind against John’s crotch making him moan louder «Roger, not now» He warns but the blonde doesn’t seem to listen to him. In fact he keeps rubbing against him.
«Please, I’ve already prepared myself»
John groans and Roger barely has time to register what’s happening that he’s with his face against the wooden desk.
«God, you’re so needy» John whispers into Roger’s ear. The blonde whines and squirms «Please»
John pulls his pants down seeing his hole used and ready to be used again. John pushes himself inside Roger moaning feeling his hole stretched around his dick
«Look at you, my needy boy. I’m gonna give you the fuck of your life»
«P-Please»
John sets a rough place, hitting Roger’s prostrate everytime making the young man cry out . He fucks him hard, like he needed, on that desk and the blonde is already close.
«Can i come? P-Please John»
«Of course you can, sunshine»
They come together screaming each other’s name. John carefully pulls out of him and holds him close, kissing him softly. «You alright?»
Roger nods into his chest and sighs happily, maybe it wasn’t so bad to stay home.
