#consensual

[kinkmom]

What should have happened on their parents' couch. :3c

I quite like drawing in greyscale, haven't had a good opportunity to do so before these beauties.

[honey-bug-bee]

Sweet Whiskey.

Synopsis: Jake Sully was never good at giving you space. Between late-night shifts, touches that lingered long between friends and the burn of his whiskey-colored eyes. The line between friendship and something deeper started to blur.

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pairing: Navi!Jake Sully x FEM RDA scientist!Reader

Smut 18+

notes: First movie <3, Jake is a cocky bastard that can see through readers shit, readers favourite word is asshole, first fic and not fully read proof..

word count: 4-5k+

Tags: friends to lovers, mutual pinning, flirting, teasing, emotional intimacy, praise, Size difference, lots and lots of tension, porn with plot, rough affection.

Authors note: It was gonna be a slow burn.. But I'm impatient AHAGA

Smut tags: cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, mild dom/sub tones, lightesttt spanking, reader orgasm, oral fixation, body worship, consensual, aftercare, possessive sex!

You were one of the few people Jake actually liked before his transition, not one of those tense scientists that acted like they had a stick up their ass. You two just clicked, considering how you treated him like a person and not some weapon on wheels.

You two had bonded quickly, with inside jokes, routines where you shared meals (as if he didn't help himself anyways.) and had long conversations in cramped hallways. Physical contact that felt natural too. It wasn't unusual for Jake to touch you, a squeeze of the waist as he slipped past here, absently brushing hair out of your face there, even after he defected, his tail would curl around some part of you mid conversation. Maybe that's why he got attached to you so fast.

Jake didn't think anything of how intimate any of this was, at first.

His Na'vi body absentmindedly made his thing for physical touch a lot worse, his body wanted you to be close constantly. Especially after Pandora. He would loom over you constantly, big broad shoulders hovering over you and casting a shadow or irritated flicks of the ears when someone spoke to you longer than needed.

With his new found need for touch, it didn't help that he had such a huge body.

The lab was quiet this time of night, the storm outside rattling softly against the enforced walls of Hell's Gate. Mostly everyone in your department had gone to sleep hours ago.

But you were just trying to do your job, hunched over with the pads of your fingers, meticulously hunched over on scan results for plant data on the loud clicky keyboard. Your exhaustion burned eyes steady on the big, sleek, 40 inch glass screen that illuminated a sterile white light in the dimly lit room.

Lost in the endless amount of work, the automatic doors slid open behind you.

Heavy footsteps were all you needed to know who it was.

"There's my pretty girl." he said, voice husky with a lazy drawl.

"Marine," you murmured tiredly, eyes refusing to budge from the screen.

Jake huffed something that was almost a laugh.

"Thought I old you not to call me that."

You feel the warmth of him press against the back of your chair before your lips could part, one arm bracing against the desk close to your head as the other slid at the back of your seat. Boxing you in.

His chest lightly grazed your shoulder blades as he leaned closer to the screen.

"Working?" He asked you quietly. His voice was lower like this, almost soft.

"No, obviously not." The flat tone nicely betraying the little skip your heart made.

"Cute."

You could hear the shit eating grin in his voice, fangs bearing. You basically felt it without having to glance up. Asshole.

His tail curled lazily around the leg of your chair, the tip began to unconsciously stroke the ball of your ankle. It made you almost tense up.

"So tense, hm?" fuck. Maybe it wasn't an almost.

"I need to finish this."

"mm.." His chin was now rested on your shoulder, like it belonged there. His nose brushed against your hair when he moves closer again. "Pretty sure you stopped typing like- thirty seconds ago?"

A rush of heat climbed up your neck, feeling it hot on your nape.

You could feel all of him now. His huge shoulders bracketing you in against the console, warm felt all around your back with big hands resting on either side of you as if he'd absentmindedly trapped you there.

With the sheer size of him, it should feel wrong. Like being backed up into a corner by something dangerous, wolfish sharp fangs, heavy muscle, and the inescapable heat.

Yet it felt so good to melt into him.

The rough long blue digits drummed against the desk before inching closer.

A slow, testing motion.

Your breath hitched slightly, forcing yourself to look at the screen, to not give him the satisfaction. Despite your wants, your brain drifted to stare in peripheral vision. It was something you learnt how to do as a child, knowing that even a small look gave away everything. You hated when people knew.

Yet he stilled, the silence deafening.

You couldn't take it much longer, eyes glancing over at him as your breath caught at the sight of golden eyes that flickered from your lips to your eyes. You swallow hard like a fucking cartoon character.

The smug, sly, pearly white smirk that you wouldn't mind tearing off his face slowly spread across his lips, teeth flashing briefly beneath the dim lab light.

"There you are," he said in that soft, gravel edged tone "Keep looking at me like that, pretty thing."

The heat crawled up to your neck once more, such an awfully familiar feeling that you'll think you'd never get used to.

You turned your head away, a quiet huff escapes through your nose.

You don't think Jake liked it too much.

His ears twitched faintly "Hey, hey-" He leaned closer, his tail curls tighter around the leg of your chair by instinct.

"Where you goin', honey?" his voice rolled low and rough, like distant thunder softened by rain. Ears twitching faintly from the sound of your uneven breath.

before you could even slip a word in, the pads of his fingers did the talking for you with a touch that was lightly pressed down to turn your head back to him. Slow. Testing.

You could feel your pulse skip hard under his touch , lips now slightly parted with a silent prayer he doesn't notice.

You stared back into those warm golden eyes.

whiskey, old fashioned.

A smooth, burning amber that's poured into a clear glass beneath dim light. Meant for someone who likes the mild, aching sensation slipping down their throat.

Jakes eyes drag to look down your neck, his smile deepens.

Fuck.

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His tongue swipes against yours, messy and natural.

It was slow, fluid without interruption. testing.

You could hear the sound of his breaths between each kiss— so warm, full. Yet so hungry.

something in your lower belly coils at the feeling of his body against yours, now perched on the edge of your desk with big arms wrapped around you eagerly, holding on like he's never going to let go.

Jake pulled back, not far as he pressed his forehead against yours, catching his breath with a teething smile.

His fingers snake up to wrap around your neck, thumb rubbing against the center of your throat.

Whiskey flashes through your mind as those honeyed eyes stare back into yours.

"There we go." He murmured like he had won something. Asshole always had to have the upper hand in everything.

Your cheeks burned immediately.

"Shut up."

He lets out a quiet laugh, breathy with a slight rasp as he brushes his nose against yours.

"Can't, not this time, honey." His tone dropped lower. "You sound so pretty when you're nervous."

You don't know how to respond to that.

It was easier to ignore the comments point blank. But now that you can still taste him on your tongue. Syrupy, salty. It wasn't exactly easy to just respond in a 'hmph' at him.

"..You talk too much."

Your eyebrow twitched faintly before you leaned into him, soft lips on his.

You actually could feel him getting caught off guard- for a moment. There was a stillness that lasted for barely a second.

He kissed you back, deep, eager like it was something he had been begging for the moment he walked into the room.

"I need you."

his voice was filled with neediness. his loud mouth had now simmered into something quieter— desperate and raspy.

basically a mumble spoken between kisses.

His thumb dipped into the waistband of your pants, giving a small tug as he waited for a signal that you wanted this too.

"I bet." You loosened the tie around your pants, letting him drag it down to be discarded somewhere onto the cold concrete floor.

He let out another quiet pant through his lips, an amused noise leaving his throat.

Large, thick hands slowly trailed along your knees before hookingunder them.

His head dips between your thighs.

Golden hued eyes stay locked on you as he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, broad shoulders settled between your legs as your fingers go to entangle themselves into his dark braided hair.

"Jake.." You murmur, breath hitched.

his ears perk at the sound of your voice.

His throat rumbles something deeper, rougher. Less human.

His eyes finally drops, straight to the growing damp spot through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Look at you," his thumb swipes against the corner of your knee. "Pretty thing."

Heat swells up across your face to the tip of your ears.

"I haven't even touched you yet," His tone was smokey-warm with a slight rasp, your tummy churned.

Low lidded glowing ochre eyes shamelessly locked in on your clothed sex. "So wet already for me, honey?"

The small sound that left you was embarrassingly helpless, Jake’s grin deepened instantly at the reaction.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as he nuzzles his face into your pussy. He let out a satisfied groan as he breathed in your smell.

"I could smell you as soon as I came in here," He admitted, eyes fluttering shut as he breathes you in. "Sweet little thing."

hot embarrassment blooms against your skin, did he smell what he was doing to you this whole time?

His fingers curled into your underwear, sliding them down to your ankles as the cold air blew against your exposed sex.

"Shit," His tone made you shiver, voice dragging against your warm skin. "So fucking pretty, baby."

"Do you have to stare?" The embarrassment was clear from your tone, face scrunching up as you spoke.

"Can't I admire my best friend's pussy?" He let out a laugh, voice cracked into something with a thick raspy edge. "Relax, honey." He drawled, lips brushing against your inner thigh while heavy hands squeezed at the underside of your knees.

It wasn't exactly easy to relax when you could feel his breath on your exposed skin.

The patience he once had disappeared as he buried his face between your thighs again.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as he worked at your wet pussy, tongue teasing your entrance as large fingers curled tightened their grip on your knees.

"You taste so sweet," His breath made your body tingle, eyes fluttering shut.

A palm thwacks at your thigh, the contact making your eyes open wide. "No, baby." He purred, golden eyes flicking up to you. "I want you to watch me make you come undone."

You grit your teeth, face already flushed from his ministrations.

Without waiting for an answer, he dives back in in a more aggressive motion.

It wasn't a soft tease like before, it felt almost hungry. His tongue laps at your slit bottom to top in one long, heavy stroke. the messy sound of his tongue working against your puffy pussy, echoing through the quiet office.

His thumb slid up to spread you wider, hooking into the creases of your thighs to expose every trembling inch of you. He found your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub to coax another sweet moan from you. His tail lashed behind him at the sound you made.

"Good girl," He rasped softly, "Keep looking at me, just like that."

He spat into your cunt, licking another long stripe up before flicking his tongue over and over at your clit.

"Fuck— don't stop," you whimpered, eager for him to keep that same rhythm as your fingers tightened on his hair.

The warm pressure in your stomach strengthened, heat twisting tightly.

His tongue lapped, coaxing juices from your wet heat.

As quickly as the feeling of your tummy fluttering, the pressure of his tongue vanished.

Your breath is caught, brows furrowed enough to create a crease between them. A daze frown plays on your lips.

"Don't look at me like that, baby." He coos, his sharped tooth grin widening as he pulled himself up to you again.

You grimace, he laughs tongue moving to lick the juices off his fangs.

"Asswipe."

"You love it."

The hue on your cheeks darkened at his words.

His head dips to the column of your neck, scattered kisses creeping up all the way up to the edge of your jawline while His hands now are splayed along your thighs.

"I love when you don't interrupt work more."

He then pressed two fingers against your clit, working on the eager button as his kisses became long licks on your throat.

The shiver that ran through you made the insults conjured up into your brain dissolve into mush.

It's not fair, how all he had to do was press the right switch to turn your brain off.

His index finger inserted itself into the weeping warmth, the digit curling against the squishy part of your pussy. It took up so much space, already filling the achy gap.

A soft moan escaped you while his free hand wrapped around your chin. His temple lightly is pressing against yours.

"So sweet for me, angel." He praised, letting out a soft hum before his lips pressed against yours again.

You could only whimper in response as your eyebrow twitched, wanting to say something- anything to him.

"You're making me scared, honey." He admitted, eyes flickering down to watch his finger disappear into your pussy before locking back onto yours. "I don't think my cock's gonna fit you." The words were meant to sound worried, sorrowful. But he just couldn't help the amused tone etched into his gravelly voice slip out.

You wanted to curse at him, fingers curling at the edge of the wooden desk. Yet all you could do was let out a whimper as his eyes were now locked in on yours.

"Can't talk now, can you?" He teased, letting out an entertained huff through his lips.

You frown.

He pulls back to cock his head to the side, watching the expression you held before he smiled once more. An extra finger slips into your pussy, like a punishment.

Asshole!

You feel your thighs tremble, the pace of his fingers quickening inside your cunt as eyes remained on the little panicked face you made. He leans a little closer, soft breath brushing against your lips.

"I'm going to ruin you."

Your heart skips hard against your ribs.

You squirmed instinctively while the two fingers inside your pussy spread slightly, opening you apart.

His gaze shamelessly shifts to your thighs, staring at your pussy while wet squelches popped out, tail thrashing about behind him.

You could feel the shift in him almost immediately.

His pupils narrowed into small slits as every broken sound you made pulled something rougher into his throat.

It felt too good, tongue feeling weak in your mouth as you swallowed hard.

He pulls his front closer to you, crowding the little space you had completely as your cunt eagerly soaks up the long, thick digits worked inside you.

"Fuck." He rasped.

A warm rush of heat twists in your lower belly, forming a tight knot sharply. The sensation felt like a threat to your gut that wanted to pull you under.

"Jake..I'm gonna-"

"Do it, baby."

The hunger in his eyes consumed you entirely, devouring you whole.

Your hips jerked back instinctively from the overwhelming pressure building inside of you.

"No no no, don't run away now." He lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling you closer with his free hand. You writhed as his fingers curled slightly before placing themselves at a rough, cruel rhythm.

"I hate you!-"

A wave of an almost mean, strong pleasure rushed over you. Stealing all the words from your mouth.

You shuddered beneath him, walls clamping down in frantic pulses while Jake watched you with blown pupils. Breath more rugged and less controlled. The orgasm crushed you as if Jake's body didn't.

"Don't be like that, sweet girl." He murmured softer this time, pressing a gentle peck at your temple as he eased up slightly.

"Pretty."

"All for me."

Your breath steadied, slowly but surely. Jake rested against you, head now dipped to the crook of your neck.

The storm was still rumbling in Hell's Gate, computer screen casting a dim blue light from across the room.

The only audible sound being the sound of Jakes breath, soft and more controlled. That and the soft pitter patter of the steady rain streaking windows.

You glanced around, desk cluttered and a scattered mess matching the sticky residue between your thighs.

A silence ensued, heavy yet somehow...peaceful?

You were expecting him to leave by now, to pull away or maybe leave you here.

Yet minutes passed, and he was still there.

His hands were now rested on your thighs, giving a gentle squeeze of your soft skin.

"Your thinking too loud."

Your eyebrow twitches almost instantly.

"Oh, so you can hear what people's thoughts?"

"Well, not people." He huffed, pulling back to look into your eyes.

Rich mahogany coloured eyes stared down at you, searching for something.

"It's always been you."

His hands slid up to the dip of your waist, thumb idly tracing soft circles.

"...Don't do that." Your eyes drifted away, refusing to look at his pretty face for too long. Your hands reach his chest, gently pressing down.

He doesn't budge, of course he didn't.

A man much larger than you wouldn't be moved by some half-hearted shove. It would take much more than that, considering how skilled he is as a one of the top Marines.

"Do what?"

You stayed silent, a scowl tugging on your face as your eyebrows knitted together.

"I know you feel the same way."

His fingers took your jaw, the pad of his thumb pressed against your chin as he made you look up at him.

"I won't push this." His tone was soft, reassuring.

He pressed his forehead against yours, gentle. Unusual.

"But when you're ready, I'll be here."

Another Authors note: I hope you guys liked this fic, my first one! I am not taking requests as of late and might go on hiatus after this. ^^

[thewritersaddictions]

COD- Simon Riley: Live On The Air

Pairing: Pornstar!Ghost / Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Simon is progressing, but something from your first night together has you asking a more for a request from the famous Ghost.

Warnings: Smut, Pornstar, AU, Flirting, Tinder dating, unprotected sex, Fluff, fem!Reader, pornstar!Simon Riley, fingering, recorded sex, slight daddy kink used, use of male sex toys.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC: 3235

Call Of Duty Master List

‘Thinking about a video with the two of us.’ Has continued to play on and on in your head for the past few weeks. Simon has unfortunately been asked to come back to work. ‘I’ll be gone for a few weeks, birdie. Will you be okay?” He asked you as he stood in front of his apartment door. 

From the night in his bed, you had slowly started to migrate over. If you had told anyone about what you were doing your friends and parents would probably think that you were moving far too quickly. That you were making rash decisions for lust, but you didn’t feel that way.

You felt greatly intertwined and understood by Simon, and the sex was amazing. “I’ll be okay, Si. Just don’t get hurt.” You said with a kiss to his cheek one more time before the man was walking out of the doorway, and towards his motorcycle. You watched from behind the front window as Simon drove off. 

You put your head down at work, having not received the promotion that was being talked about a few weeks ago. The routine is normal  for the first few days. You wake up, make yourself a singular cup of coffee, gather your work things and walk out locking the door behind you.

Work is work, slow and the overhead LED lights have you edging on a migraine most mornings. You try to work, but you end up scrolling through pictures on your phone of you and Simon, while getting none of the work done. The first week comes and goes, draining you of all you have and without the warm body of Simon next to you end up drifting towards your phone at night. 

You hadn’t dared to watch Ghost videos since migrating over to Simon's home. Not that Simon had really been active on the app since the date at the coffee shop. You find yourself late one night in a sweatshirt that most definitely doesn't belong to you scrolling through your apps on your phone. 

Landing on the Patron app, you click. You’re only subbed to a few accounts. A draw account that makes beautiful art, an account about urban exploration, and Simon's account. The profile pictures of his account stare daggers into your chest. 

You realize though that you aren’t here to get off, because if you were that ship has sailed and the only thing, and the only person who can make you come undone is god knows where, doing gods knows what. You’re on the app, because you want to hear the man's voice, need to hear Simon's voice. 

You scroll down and click an older video one that has a darker setting, maybe from a month before you found his account. His Manchester accent fills the shape of your bedroom immediately. “Hello, birdie.” He says as the video starts. The sound sends a wave of peace over you, and then he continues. “Did you come here cause you missed me, did you miss your daddy princess?” So much for that wave of peace that had cast itself over you, now instead it was heat that was creeping up the back of your neck and settling on the apples of your cheeks. 

You really shouldn’t and you know it, but you can’t help as you flip yourself over. Grabbing a hold of Simon's pillow and stuffing it between your thighs. The silk pj bottoms that Simon had bought for you rub perfectly against your pussy. You prop your phone up against your own pillow and settle yourself on top of the pillow. Shift it until it’s perfectly adjusted between your thighs. 

Your pussy throbs as you click the play button on your screen. You listen to Simon's breathing, calculated and slow as you watch him reach down and pull out a pocket pussy. The silicone is clear and goes smoothly down Ghosts shaft. The sound is wet, and drives you crazy right away. You’re slow at first grinding down onto the pillow, trying to find that perfect spot to continue. 

You ultimately find it after a few grinds down onto Simon's pillow. “Fuckin’ hell birdie, you’re so fuckin’ tight for me.” You hear Ghost grunt out as the wet sound of the toy being jerked up and down over and over again. The silk fabric of the bottom you’re wearing is perfect as your pussy drips and floods the shorts, and the pillow case. You fall forward, Ghosts/Simon's voice getting louder now that you’re so much closer. “Just like that birdie.” 

One hand steadies you as the other hand reaches up and grabs a fistfull of the old worn out sweatshirt that you had pulled over your bare shoulders a few hours ago. Simon's cologne and overall scent hits you just like your wave of pleasure does. You are not in sync with Ghost on your screen, but that doesn't matter. Not when you’re nose deep in your boyfriend's sweatshirt, and have ruined a pair of the bottoms and a pillowcase. 

A few weeks later when Simon returns he looks worn out and tired from being taken away from you, and the warmth that you provided for him. He drops his bag near the front door, and barely unties his boots before he’s marching up to you and squeezing you so tightly that you’re sure he might squish between his large, heavy arms and his board and hard chest. “God I fuckin’ missed you birdie.” He murmurs into your hair. 

You snuggle deeper into him, as if you’re trying to get into the man's very skin. “Why didn’t you have me come pick you up at base? I would have loved to pick you up.” You ask, resting the side of your head on his chest. “And let the other mates know that I’ve got this beautiful little birdie waiting for me at home, now thank you.” Simon answers. 

That night ends with you, and Simon lounging on the couch. A random tv show takes place in the background as Simon rubs your feet. Large fingers digging into the want out muscles in your arch and heel. “How was work while I was gone” Simon asks, because he knows how hard you took not getting the promotion a few weeks ago. “It was normal, same ole same ole. Stupid shit, walking in stupid heels, and then coming home to silence.” You don’t mean for the last part to come off so dark, but you had been lonely and used your isolation to do nothing but work and play Simon's video on blast.

 “Can we do take-out tonight, Si?” You ask. Moving the conversation over into a new direction. One that doesn’t have you thinking about how you lay in bed and listen to the wet sounds of Simon's cock in a recorded video from nearly four months before you met him. “We can do whatever you want birdie.” Simon says with a small smile tugging on his lips, 

Later when the lights have been turned off, and all the doors to the house have locked and thoroughly checked. The both of you end up snuggled together in bed. Simon sighs contently at the fabric along with the added weight of you lounge across his chest. Your ear pressed into his chest, the rhyme of his heartbeat lulling you ever so slightly to sleep. 

In the darkness of your shared bedroom your previous question floated around in your head. “You’re thinkin’ awfully hard over there, birdie.” Simon whispers into the dark of the room. You sigh heavily, and snuggle deeper into his side, “Thinkin’ so hard you might overheat.” He teases, “Tell me what’s on your mind?” 

“I keep… I keep thinking about my question.” You can’t see in the darkness but Simon’s brows raise and that signature smirk you’ve grown to love in such a short time period tugs at his lips. “You mean the one that would involve a camera and the two of us?” Simon asks, and possibly says just to tease you some more. You hum, unable to form the words that would express how much you’ve been thinking about it. Simon seems to notice your inability to speak about this matter, and shifts the conversation. “What did you do while I was away?” Simon asks you. 

You had already answered, but you figured that Simon was looking for another answer, something else. “I… oh I got caught up on the last bit of my favorite show.”  You mumble on, “And?” Simon adds, “What are you fishin’ for, Simon?” You ask rather bluntly. “Oh birdie, you think I don’t know what you were up to while I was gone.” It’s possibly the way Simon's Manchester accent goes thick with lust that has you spilling the beans. “You… how did you find out I was?’ you bit your lower lip in between your teeth. “That you were watchin’ my older videos like a little slut.” Simon finishes for you. 

You hum, and suck your lip. “IF you tell me which video and what you did, I’ll agree to your little request of makin’ a video together, but I don’t want your face in it. Is that understood birdie?” You can feel the air has shifted, the heat under the blankets has only made your body more flush. “I understand, Si.” You murmur. “Good cause I'm waiting, birdie.”

You let out a shaky breath into the darkness of the bedroom. ‘I don’t remember what video I watched, but I can tell you that I might have rode your pillow and wore one of your sweatshirts. It was a video with the toy.” You say quickly in fear that if you don’t get the words out quick enough they might never come out. Once again you can’t see the expression on Simon's face in the darkness but you can most definitely hear the shift in his breathing. Going from steady to a little ragged like he’s thinking about you humping his pillow while watching him. 

“Thank you for your honest, birdie.” Simon mutters his voice rough. There is a wave of silence that covers the room, the only sound that’s audible is deep breaths Simon is taking, and the ones you’re taking. “So…” You mumble. “So now we figure out an idea for a video, birdie. Nothin’ too hard, just simple stuff.” Simon tells you, “But for now we should get some sleep, birdie. We have all the time in the world.” Simon says, pressing a kiss to your forehead and somehow bringing you closer to his chest. 

Simple stuff that’s what Simon has said to you. Simple, but nothing was simple as you sat on the edge of your shared bed and watched as Simon set up a black tripod, and connected all the additional pieces. You watched with batted breath, your skin was still a little wet from your shower, and your legs cleanly shaved along with your pussy. Simon had practically demanded of you to go take a shower. “Go shower birdie. I need you all to be nice and relaxed.” Before pushing you out of the kitchen and then returning back to do the leftover dishes. 

You sat on the edge of the bed in an old large shirt of Simons, and a pair of black panties with a little edge of lace that hugged your hips. “Are you ready? And do you remember the light system?” Simon asked you to pull you from your internal thoughts. “I remember the light system, and yes I’m ready, Si.” You murmured, Simon paused looking back at the set up tripod and camera, then back to you. “From now I’m ghost, birdie. Is that understood?” He asked you, clearly setting a boundary before even turning the camera on. You just give him a nod, already you can feel your fresh panties becoming wetter by the second. 

You watch as the man lifts a different type of mask to his face. One that allows for his mouth to show and won’t be able to slip off of his head. It just covers the top of his face. His eyes and nose covered away, but his mouth was still very much on display. “I’m going to press record, it will flash three times and then we are in business.” Simon says, you give him another nod. 

The camera flashes once and Simon walks over, it flashes another time and he’s bending at his knees. The third time it flashes his hands are pressing your thigh wide open and pushing the shirt up past your tits. With that you’re on mostly full display for the camera to see. You imagine the view must be wonderful, the naked stretch of Simon's shoulder. Muscle bulging as he finds a comfortable spot between your opened legs. His voice drags you once more from your thoughts. 

“Already so wet for me birdie.” He murmurs against the wetness that has seeped onto the cotton of your panties. You moan softly as his lips press kisses into your most inner thighs. He continues to press kisses into your thighs alongside the rhythmic squeezes he gives the meat of your thighs. Hoping for more you buck your hips, causing the plastic facecovering to hit your clit with a perfect zing that travels across your entire body. 

“Now, now don’t get ahead of yourself birdie.” He teases you, but indulges you anyway. He returns to your covered pussy, pressing the flat of his tongue against the wetness without a single regard. Simon laps at your pussy, and slightly pushes your legs out just a little bit more. “OH…” You moan at the stretch of your thighs causing the material of your panties to sink further into the curves of your pussy lips. 

When it seems like you and Simon have created a sopping wet mess between your thighs, that is when he decides it’s time for your panties to find a new home. The air hitting your pussy quickly causes a shiver to run down your spine. “Such a pretty pussy, birdie.” He murmurs loud enough for the camera to pick up. 

Oh yeah that camera is still there, over his shoulder catching this entire interaction going down. You can’t seem to find yourself bothered by it at all. You had thought, pondered the idea that a camera might have you out of the mood right away instead it sends a zing up your body and has your body feeling more than usual. 

Simon rubs the tips of his callused fingers over the length of your pussy. Starting at the top, rubbing ever so gently over your clit and then down until his thick fingers collect the wetness that has gathered at your entrance. “Oh shit…” You mumble out. You can feel him smirk as he gives your pussy another few passes, watching as your pussy spasms with every single pass. 

“Please, Ghost!” You beg him, but he doesn’t seem to bother listening to your pleas. “I’m not done playing with her just yet, birdie, have some patience.” He practically demands. You whimper at both his touch and the sharpness of his words. “Good girl.” He says as Simons slips one finger into the heat of your pussy. Velvet walls cling to his fingers, sucking it in further and further until he reaches his knuckles. 

You mewl at the stretch and the feeling, bucking your hips softly at first. Simon just pulls his finger out almost all the way before pumping it back in with a new found vigor. Any chance for you to keep the rhythm with your hips goes out the window as Simon fucks you with one finger, then adds another. By the second finger there is a ring around both fingers. “So messy birdie.” He taunts you. You however are far too lost in the pleasure to give him a response back. Instead you just let Simon take control. 

You end up with his mouth sucking your clit, and at least three of his fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy. The sounds of bouncing off the bedroom walls, along with your moans. Some high pitched, and some that sound like you’ve just been punched in the gut. Simon can’t get enough of you, as his mouth attacks your clit. 

Sucking

Licking 

And gently biting

That little bundle of nerves that has your thrashing about on top of the comforter on the bed. Your body feels hot and cold all at the same time, The hand that isn’t occupied with your gushing pussy trailing up your frame, grabbing at the fullness of your tits. Two large fingers pressing the taught nipple together, rolling it. 

“Please… Please… I’m gonna…” The words are dying out of your mouth, unable to catch your breath as Simon continues his relentless actions on your pussy. He only lets up enough letting his breath fan over your worn out pussy, fingers still gentle prodding at your wet walls. “You cum whenever you’re ready, birdie.” He tells you, giving you the final say. 

Simon adjusts his fingers inside of you pressing into the perfect spot while he sucks at your clit and twists your nipple. The overstimulation pushes you over the edges. Your legs jerk and shake at each side of Simon's head. All while your scream out ‘simons’ name. 

When Simon comes up from between your legs and rests his half covered face against your inner thigh he just stares at you in the afterglow. Your skin is flushed and your chest rises and falls quickly. He lets you take a moment to catch yourself before the man is getting up and switching the camera off. You only feel him return when the press of a wet washcloth gets pressed up against your sore pussy lips. 

“You did so good, sweetheart.” He murmurs gently as he cleans your most sensitive parts with care, and ease. You can’t bring yourself to form thoughts or words, so instead you give the large man a few hums. He leaves and returns once again with a glass of water for you to gentle sip on. “Thank you, Si.” You finally say when your throat is now longer raw. 

It’s a few weeks later when the video gets posted and the notification hits your phone. You don’t click the link, but you do take in the title name. ‘Meet this pretty little birdie, needed to know how good she tasted.’ It’s the first time you’re seeing it, as Simon had practically forbidden you from watching any of the video. 

You click the link after work and before Simon comes back home from the gym that night. Instead of watching the video play, you look at the comment, watch as people are amazed at his technique, some ask where you came from, some are jealous, but most can sense the report, the lust and possible relationship between you and Simon straight from the start of the video. Simon returns home to find you half asleep with your phone dangling in your hand off the edge of the bed. When he tucks you in and takes your phone in his hand he’s greeted with the flood of comments of the video. 

He’s not a jealous man at all. Especially when the man knows that you’re forever his, and he’s forever yours. 

Posted on: 03/09/26

[polyamzeal]

[littles1s]

r u normal or do u think ab a hypothetical big brother that rapes u at night when mom and dad r asleep

[winnienora14]

Please don’t glorify/romanticize rape, incest, non-consensual unsafe sex or grooming.

Those are actual struggles that some people have been victims of, or are currently dealing with, not a cool theme for your ao3 fan fiction.

And no it’s not a ‘‘Don’t like don’t read’’ situation, it’s a ‘You are participating in the propaganda that rape is okay and that it’s hot’ situation.

Find something else to entertain the public.

[chloessleepystories]

School Daze

Miss Schism walked into the empty lecture hall loaded down with books and papers. She scattered her desk with plans and textbooks, and sat dutifully for a long time, writing and researching, making notes, glancing at the clock frequently and increasingly fretfully. Finally, she rested her forehead on the cool desk, and whimpered.

After a few quiet minutes with her eyes closed—which didn’t help—she leaned back in her chair, wanting to cry with frustration. “There’s only a few days left before I have to give the final, and I’m not even done creating it!” she wailed to the empty room. “And there’s still so much left to do!!”

“Like what?”

She gestured to the mess before her. “I’ve got to grade the last two weeks’ worth of work, create a rubric for the final project … " She suddenly stood, and walked to the blackboard, grabbing the chalk and making frantic notes to herself. “Not to mention skimming through three months of discussion notes for questions … ”

“—planning what you’re going to wear the last day, and what debauchery you’ll get up to on vacation … ”

“—downloading and organizing and printing and planning … ”

“—dressing and undressing and squeezing and sucking … ”

“Stop!” she told the Voice, dropping the chalk in the tray, but not turning around. “I can’t—I can’t be thinking about that right now. I need to focus.”

“You certainly do need to focus,” came the Voice, which was deep, and male … and persuasive. “Focus on the tingling in your breasts, focus on how hard your nipples are getting … ”

“No … " moaned Miss Schism.

“They’re so aroused. You’re so aroused … ”

She put both hands on the chalkboard, bending over, squeezing her thighs as she felt herself getting warmer. “Please … I c-can’t … ”

“But you can. You need to. You need to focus, that’s what you said. Focus on what your body needs … Turn around.”

She whimpered an almost-protest, but pivoted to put her hands on her desk, leaning over further and scanning the empty room, the rows of bare chairs, with eyes blurred with growing lust.

“Oh my! Look at that … You weren’t very focused when you got dressed this morning, were you? I bet you haven’t even noticed what top you put on, by ‘accident.’ How sheer that blouse is. How it’s almost … invisible.”

She looked down and gasped. It was, indeed, so sheer as to show the white lace on her bra. “Oh no! I can’t be out in public like this! … At least I have a bra underneath it … ”

The unseen Voice seemed to move from one side of her to the other as it chuckled. “No you don’t.”

She looked down again as she felt her erect nipples brushing the silky fabric, swaying suddenly. “Oh no! What was I thinking!?” she gasped, covering her breasts with one arm. “This is totally, like, see-thru!”

“You weren’t thinking,” said the Voice. “You were being dumb.”

She chewed her lip, shaking her head bashfully, girlishly. The beginnings of a grin began to show. “Nuh-uh.”

“Like a dumb bimbo.”

“No I wasn’t!!” She dropped both arms to stamp a foot. “I was, like … . I mean, I am! Like, smart!”

“Much too dumb to be a teacher … ”

“Stoooop … .” she whined. “Yer mixing me up!! I gotta find something to put on before somebunny sees me!!”

She hurried to her bag beside her desk.

“It’s too late. Your whole class has seen you. Look.”

Sure enough, there they were! Every seat was filled! When did they get here??? A student in every seat, and every single one of them, boys and girls, wuz LEERING at her!!

“My goodness, what they must think of you … " said the Voice, right in her ear now. “A sheer top, and no bra … Oh and look, you forgot your skirt as well … ”

She didn’t need to look down, she FELT the scratchy tweed disappear from her thighs, and her fingertips. She watched as the boys in the front row leaned forward, their gaze growing hungrier.

“I’m having a dream, it’s a terrible, terrible dream … " she murmured.

“Nonsense!” came the Voice, but now it was coming from the doorway. Miss Schism looked, and saw an older man walking toward her, with a beaming smile, his arms out. “It’s not terrible at all … ”

“Principal Grossman!” she cried. “What a relief!”

The man was pudgy, and mostly bald, with a horseshoe of white hair. A relaxing presence, even in these circumstances. She didn’t think to cover herself, but moved toward him as if he were an oasis in the desert. “They’re all lookin at me!!” she whispered, her voice moving up the scale as if on helium.

“Poor girl,” he said tenderly. “You’re so confused. Did you think you were teaching this class? No, no, you’re the experiment.”

“I am?”

“And you’re doing very, very well,” he said, grasping her forearms reassuringly.

She beamed proudly. “Oh goody!”

He turned her, facing the students. “Such a silly girl.” He unbuttoned her blouse, stripping off the wispy material. She stood, topless, her nipples hardening, as the boys licked their lips and rubbed the crotches of their jeans. The girls uncrossed their legs, spreading their knees, revealing the lack of panties under their short skirts as they slouched in the chairs, eyes hooded with lust.

“Silly girl, you can’t be a teacher. You’re much too dumb.”

“I am?”

“Dumb and slutty,” he said into her ear, and the word “slutty” echoed through her empty head, sweeping up so many thoughts and feelings and memories. He cupped her breasts from behind, fondling them, offering them to the students. “Aren’t you, my dum-dum dolly?”

A wave of pink fluff went through her brain as he said that. And a wave of golden sparkles tingled through her body. “Uuunngghhh … .” She staggered a little. “Yes … ”

“A slutty, horny, dum-dum dolly?”

Her pussy ached with sudden need, drenching her sodden panties. He was pinching her nipples now, and tingles raced through her body, not just from his touch but from his words, his triggers … “Yes, Principal Grossman.”

“Are you sure?” he said, and his voice changed. “Look again.”

She blinked, and turned, trying to focus on the man whose hands were running over her belly, her hip, as she heard and felt the students shift hungrily in their seats.

And it wasn’t the principal at all!! He was taller, and muscular, and dark as rich chocolate!!—with shaved head and trimmed beard, but the same gentle smile …

“Coach Brickhouse!!!!”

“That’s right, little girl. And you’re my suggestible bimbo snowbunny, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh!” she grinned, and “Ohhhhhh … " She moaned as her eyelids fluttered, as the word ‘snowbunny’ stole more of her IQ points. Oh, it felt so good to let go.

The coach caressed her cheek as he hooked one dark thumb under her panties, at the hip. The other thumb slid into her slack mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, her eyes closed and her mind eclipsed. “That’s my docile, suggestible idiot,” he murmured in his rich baritone, as she sucked dutifully on his thick, black, powerful thumb. “It feels so good to drop, and obey, doesn’t it … ”

“Mmmmm … " Miss Schism, her mind delightfully fractured, leaned her blond head against his hand, mindlessly sucking, awaiting orders.

“Then why don’t you get on your knees, and show me how much you love being cockdumb.” She giggled as she dropped happily, and took his massive member in her little white hands. It filled her lips with its intoxicating meaty taste, and she stuffed it into her throat until her jaws ached with pleasure. She looked up at him with big eyes, reveling in his kind gaze as he stroked her cheek and hair with his strong hands.

“Then we’ll see how many of these nice boys and girls want to play with your body, and break your little brain with pleasure. How does that sound … Mmmmm, imagine a silly girl like you, thinking she was a teacher. You’re just a slutty bimbo airhead, aren’t you?”

She nodded happily, and kept sucking his hard, gorgeous member, her eyes rolling back and her eager cunt gushing with grateful pleasure.

***

Abigail slurped happily on her husband’s cock, humming peacefully and mindlessly to herself, two fingers stroking her sopping pussy.

Jack stroked her dark hair lovingly, and throbbed in her mouth. He glanced over at the bedside desk, strewn with term papers and textbooks.

She could finish the rubric in the morning, he knew, and still have time for everything else before finals next week. She deserved a break.

And fortunately, she’d long ago given him the tools to give it to her.

“What a good slut,” he murmured. “Look out, here comes that football player with the big dick … He’s holding your hips, getting ready to slam it into you … ”

Her eyes met his, her cheeks sunken in with sucking, and suddenly her eyes … WIDENED … and her body moved with the first thrust of the phantom cock. She squealed in pleasure, and her husband knew that meant “thank you.”

“My goodness, look at these hot co-eds who want to suck on your tits while you’re being spitroasted … ”