#jon wick x reader

[faetoasty]

Sleepin wit da fishes!

Also the Trav version :3

And the og reference

I had to push myself to draw in my usual style again lol

[g00d--m0urning]

IS THIS THING ON? (Date Everything SMAU)

requst from anon

The dateables play an Uno reverse and spam your phone.

Featuring: Eddie, Volt, Dorian, Tony, Dunk, Cabrizzio, Daisuke, Amir, Cam, Curt, Rod, Cam, Jon Wick, Reggie, and Doug

[blueberryismilk18]

Scandalabra x (GN) Reader Drabbles/hc’s?

Spoilers for Scandalabra

NOT PROOF READ

I have noticed a lack of Scandalabra content so I will try to provide

I apologize for anything that is slightly out of character especially for the Jon Wick parts.

🕯️Scandalabra would make a great boyfriend. He is a man whom enjoys scandals.

🕯️ That being said he’s a listener, on top of being a talker, yeah remember mentioning your favorite food to him don’t be surprised it appears on your table. (And a very upset Mitchell Linn and Daisuke) 

🕯️With that it’s one of the ways he shows his affection. And sharing secrets, to show his more vulnerable side. He is almost always open about stuff… almost..

🕯️In all seriousness he does enjoy some Princess treatment he absolutely adores it. It makes him feel.. special. That he’s worth something, even if his sass and snark won’t let him admit it 

🕯️Though he will do the same right back, it’s just in his nature (despite how annoying his ramblings are) he has a deep and profound feelings for you. He truly wishes to understand why you don’t leave him out like the others (though he does find it kind of hot when he sees you flirting with the others. Like Rebel said themself he’s kinda a “cuck”)

🕯️when he sees you hanging out with Maggie he feels a wave of panic, especially when he finds out it’s regarding him.

🕯️It scares him to no end. The though of you hating him, the though of loosing the one person he didn’t drive away. He had been very open about himself, let himself be vulnerable to you. For a moment the walls he let you break down had built up once more.

🔍Once you and Maggie confronted him about being not who he says he was angry, scared, and sad. He is confronted about being Jon Wick. And he has no other choice but to admit it, his life before.

🧨He couldn’t look at you in your eyes for a few long moments. He felt small, he had mental prepared himself for the worst. He knew it could come. But when he met your eyes he saw nothing but love.

🧨To you Jon Wick or Scandalabra whatever he chose to be, he knew you would stick with him. 

🧨As Jon Wick he would protect you, forever and always. 

🕯️ Even as scandalabra he would always keep an eye on you. He would go to the ends of the earth for you. His love has no end.

[unearthlyeclipse]

HECTOR P!Links

THE HANKS P!Links

THE NARRATOR — NSFW

EDDIE & VOLT P!Links

CHANCE & PARKER P!Links

MATEO MANTA P!Links

DIRK & HARPER P!Links

DORIAN P!Links

JERRY P!Links

ABEL/FREDDY/KOA P!Links

SHADOWLORD SKIPS SHADELY P!Links

SCANDALABRA :: JOHN WICK P!Links

[zzzeldazone]

SCANDALABRA X READER (ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ)

AN: So this starts out very cutesy fluffy with angst, reader has afab partz, becomes filthy smut by the end 🙂‍↕️. Reader is very “i wanna figure him out & fix him” and Scandalabra has 0 social skills. This is very Jon Wick focused!

when you first met scandalabra you didn’t think much of him. Sure he was a pretty boy, a fancy boy, entertaining. He always made you laugh and you were surprised at how you liked talking to him when no one else seemed to humor him. You could see that his act was just that, a preformance. He was being silly, having fun, playing the part of a candalabra. But still you didnt pay as much attention to him as the other hotter, more serious objects around the house.

That is until you were off questing for maggie and you ran into a victim of his scandal spreading. y’all had heard whispers from Lux and Stepford that they’d been hearing rumors that daisuke’s silverware are fake silver. Obviously, daisuke takes great pains and care to his work, and was hurt by these rumors. And you bought the silverware, paying full price mine you, so it better not be counterfeit.

Fully in your bad-cop character, you interrogated scandalabra. You slammed your hand down on abel, who responded “youch!” You flinched “sorry abel”

you point a finger at scandalabra “Tell us the truth! you’re actually the one who’s counterfeit right?”

“oh!!” His eyes bounce between you and maggie in fear before going silent. His shoulders slump, defeated “alright. i know when i’ve lost.” His voice is deep and gravely and holy shit hot. Your eyes flare clocking an immediate attraction that—if it was there before, would never have been of much consequence. But now? damn. You’re not sure.

“i’m not really a so-called scandalabra. I’m a completely ordinary cheaply made knock off from freehold new jersey.” he continues. Your jaw is on the floor, Brows knitted.

“i just wanna be special ya know. when you’re mass produced you just get that urge to strike out on your own—rebel knows how it is”

rebel peaks their head in sight from down the hallway and quips “shut up cuck”

“okay..” Scandalabra submits. You fight back a laugh, not so much because it was funny but because of the absurdity of the whole situation.

“i’m sorry for all my digging and messing around… i still kinda get off on learning all the relations around the house… if that’s okay i’ll just watch and enjoy from here”

‘gets off?’ you close your mouth now, but size him up quickly before looking at maggie who says “well it’s fine as long as you agree to stop spreading your scandals!”

“you have my word.”

“thank you scand- wait, what is your name?” she asks.

“jon wick.” you really have to stifle a laugh now.

maggie goes to head back to her usual spot, everything seeming to go back to normal. Your eyes linger on jon, he’s not what you thought and you want to know more now. He looks dejected, shoulders slumped, sitting on able, feet up on charemi, arms resting on his knees. He looks like he’s about to light a ciggerate. He has the energy of an exhausted waffle house worker on his break.

You fight a smile and head off to bed. You think about how he mentioned how Rebel gets his situation. You’re reminded at how you took them at face value too. And how they had been pushing people away, and putting on a trauma response. You wondered what his reason for the scandalabra act was.

The next morning you B-line for Scandalabra—Jon. He sits up straight when he sees you walking over to him, brow cocked. At first when you stop in front of him you don’t say anything.

You clock an internal battle in his body language. He seems nervous, naked. But he fights it and decides to go back to putting on the scandalabra performance. He plants a pithy hand over his mouth and another clutching invisible pearls. “you return!” that ridiculous voice is back. “you are rather jejune in your jests, but to become one with the path of scandal one must give as much as you take! i’ve given you an awful lot havent i? what have you for me?”

you cross your arms. You wanted to get to know the real him, but you can’t help but accept a challenge when prompted. Especially such a silly one. “Well. I do want to become one with the path of scandal-“

“of couurse you do, darling!” He looks like a valet waiting with his hand out for a tip.

“Well, did you hear washford, winnifred and river are in talks of becoming a throuple?” You sit on abel next to him, making sure to sit your thighs a little closer to him than what would be appropriate. Whispering, to make it seem like the proximity is to avoid anyone else hearing. Jon doesn’t seem to notice, he’s too busy gasping at this new scandal. He blathers on about it but you aren’t paying attention, you’re only focused on his lips.

“Jon, can we get real?” He stops and looks at you, waiting.

“The scandalabra thing is fun and i like gossiping and joking with you, but i wanna get to know you, the real you.” You give him the warmest, most sincere smile you can and squeeze his hand on the table.

He blushes and brushes his hair behind his ears, and that sexy voice is back. “Oh, you want just regular ol John?”

“yeah!” you squeeze his hand again to reassure him.

He gives a breathless laugh. “Wow, most people are scared of me. Why wouldn’t they be with how i act?” you think he says that last part to himself rather than to you.

“fuck em.” You purse your lips playfully, and smile when he looks at you. “i like you.”

He chuckles, subconsciously clutching his fake date-a-dex, He had shown you a week or so back after insisting on seeing yours. It had looked like macaroni art, but you saw that he had been trying to make friends with the objects around the house and you were the first of his friends. He drew you in along with your likes and dislikes.

“who knows, maybe we can upgrade to more than friends,” you wiggle your brows at him.

He laughs heartily this time, gaining confidence “well then, fuck! come over anytime. We can screw like normal, yeah?” Jon smirks, eyes lidded.

like normal? you wonder what he means by that. Does that mean he would’ve fucked you differently as scandalabra? God he’s so hot, you wanna take all those candalabra clothes off him. “Maybe I could just get to know you for now?” you say this but it’s not convincing because you’re staring at his lips as you say it.

Maybe it’s his self loathing, but he doesn’t challenge you. “yeah, sure. Whaddya wanna know?” he slides off abel and sits in charemi instead, putting him eye level to your thighs.

“I like gossip as much as the next person, but you seem to like it more than the average per—object. Why?”

He raises his eyebrows briefly and sighs as he ponders this. “It started as me playing the part of what i think a candalabra should be ya know. Fancy and extra ‘n all that, right? You also have multiple of me—candles—scattered about so i’m always seeing what’s going on. But after awhile i guess it was because i’m lonely,” he stops.

You hum gently, putting it all together. The date a dex, interested in all the relationships, the demanding of kisses “you want to be loved”

He avoids eye contact with you. “Yeah, i do. Everyone avoids me. Like—the only way i’ll ever get intimacy like that is if i’m making it a joke, a part of the scandalabra preformance.” He laughs. “Pathetic, right?”

you shake your head no. “You’re really introspective actually, i think that’s cool… So… yesterday when you said you get off on it…” you’re too shy to actually ask the question.

He shoots you a heavy lidded smirk. “What can i say?” is all he says, fixing his top button. You blush.

A week or so later you’re messing around with daisuke in the kitchen. He kisses you passionately, one hand petting your jaw, the other putting you on the counter. He gets between your thighs—The same position you and Jon were inches away from—and deepens the kiss. You moan in his mouth as he pulls you closer by your waist. You take the opportunity to look at Jon when he kisses your neck. Jon, who had been watching in vicarious delight, his eyes are locked on yours, delighted that you looked at him. That your eyes went straight for him rather than anyone or anything else.

Your face is bright red, this whole thing is overwhelming. And when daisuke takes you upstairs and fucks you, you know jon is watching from the candle on your nightstand.

As daisuke pushes your face into the pillows, you turn your head towards jon, biting your lip, hoping he’s watching.

That night, when talking to abel, he tells you that Jon had been “polishing” himself to it all.

The next day you decided to talk to Jon by the candles on your night stand. You sit on your bed. “Hello Player,” his voice, Jon’s rather than scandalabra’s, but unmistakably salacious.

“Jon, Hi” embarrassed, you try to go back to normal, but he persists.

“that was a hell of a show last night, gorgeous.” He teases, but you can’t tell if he’s teasing like a friend or like someone who wants you.

You fake laugh. “No privacy around here. Agh!” you pretend to be upset, And it’s obvious. Pathetically obvious, and his grin widens at the confirmation.

“that was for me, right?”

You scrunch up your face in embarrassment. An answer in itself.

“awesome.” He has a self satisfied smile. It’s quiet for a beat before he gathers himself and asks “wanna fuck?”

You do. It’s ridiculous but you do. “i want to help you make some friends, maybe some lovers,” you change the subject. He looked locked in on sleeping with you but your words take him off guard. “Yeah?”

“come with me,” you take his hand and gently guide him to the upstairs bathroom.

You give him a make over, with the help of bathsheba, barry and clarence. You let his long hair down, letting it stay straight. Clarence, with some advise on not trying to present a certain way for love/approval, helps jon figure out something that feels more him. He comes out in an all black suit, he looks so fucking good. “Damn, well done, team.” You pick your jaw up off the floor.

“Yeah i thought i’d play into the jon wick (john wick) thing,” He smirks. You half laugh half sigh. He’s still playing into a character but It’s a start at least.

“just try to be yourself with people, if you want to play into the jon wick thing, try to make it clear you’re playing a role.”

“Yes ma’am,” he’s too busy looking at himself in the mirror, admiring his image. You can’t blame him, he looks so fuckable. He catches you twirling your hair while gazing longingly at his figure in the reflection.

For a second he holds your gaze in the reflection and you think he’s going to turn around and ravage you. But he turns around, leaning against the dresser and asks “why are you doing this for me?”

you don’t skip a beat “i saw something in you.”

he cocks his head. “Like, potential?”

you smile and sit on the bed, legs folded. “no, like, i could tell there was more to you than what you were letting on. And i saw a sadness that i’ve seen reflected in myself.” You admit.

“what do you have to be sad about?” for the first time he’s not amazed and just excited to be talking to you. “Everyone likes you. Most of them. At least they talk to you, and talk about you. You get to have all these great connections and experiences with everyone… i have no one,”

you’re quiet for a moment, trying to find the right thing to say “try this new you, and give it time,” you try to assure him.

he sighs and sits on your bed with you. “i watch you ya know. With the others. It’s hot but that’s not why i’m so obsessed with it all. I want to be you.”

“me?” you tilt your head puppy style. Shocked and to your surprise, disgusted. Who the fuck would wanna be you? you have to use magic glasses to talk to inanimate objects just to have these connections that he’s so jealous of.

he nods, looking at the floor “i want to experience everything you get to experience.”

You want to kiss him. You want to give him an experience that he craves. But that would just make him the object that you’re romancing, before you’re off to the next. He wants that attention for himself. And lives it vicariously through hearing about it.

“i could make you human,” you say. His eyes light up the way his wicks do. “But it won’t make you, like, a main character of life. It won’t make everyone want to have a relationship with you. Trust me.” You grab his hand again. So soft and warm. For a second you think it annoys him because he flinches and sighs. But he looks deeply into your eyes with such a longing. “oh fuck,” he curses like he’s giving up. He grabs your face and kisses you. As passionately as the fire he plays with daily.

He pushes you forcefully on your back and crawls on top of you. You gasp, and he whispers in your ear “I’ve fucked my fist while listening to you getting pleasured by the others so many times, this will be a dream come true.” You moan at jon’s erotic words. He sits up and takes his blazer and shirt off before diving back down to kiss you. More gently this time, but with tongue. He moans into your mouth, a welcoming sweet vibration.

He’s inpatient and rough with you. Forcing open your legs and wasting no time plunging into your cunt. You gasp at the sudden fullness. He takes his fingers out as soon as he had put them in, overwhelmed, you watch as he dips his fingers into his mouth to taste you. He groans “you still taste like daisuke from last night,” he coos. “Stick your tongue out,” he demands.

Hesitantly, you do as he says. He yoinks off your panties and throws them at the wall “fuck you dirk,” he grumbles before going back to attack your cunt with his fingers. “Fuck!” you hiss, getting dizzy from the whiplash. “Taste,” he says pushing his fingers into your mouth, eyes lidded watching you taste your and daisuke’s mixed juices. You shouldn’t be into this, but you are. It’s so hot, the shame, the attention, Jon using you to inflate his own ego.

Jon pushes your knees up on either side of your chest “hold those for me, won’t ya, gorgeous?” You take them happily as Jon begins lapping at your cunt. You throw your head back. “Oh god,” You look down to watch his pretty face pleasure you, hoping to catch those eyes but instead they’re locked on the vent, hector, bragging.

are you kidding me? you narrow your eyes and grip him by his hair. “Focus on ME, not everyone else,” you insist. Jon’s smirk grows. “Yes ma’am,” he keeps his eyes locked on you, pushing one finger in while he licks your clit vigorously. You sigh at the contact, bucking your hips up into him. “soo good,” just as you start feeling like you’re going to reach your release, jon sits up and starts unbuckling his belt

he’s so tall, and thin, his skin is perfect. You match his energy taking your top off but leaving your skirt on. Next thing you know jon is naked, long thin “wick” resting on top of your slick pussy. Jon is squirming at anticipation but he holds a lit candle over your body. You realize quickly what’s about to happen. “You down?”

he looks stunning like this. Long blonde hair, heavy lidded eyes, a strong blush on his cheeks, he’s up on his knees above you. You shake your head yes, and he says “cover your eyes.”

You do as he asks, and unpredictably, hot wax hits your stomach. You gasp and twitch, accidentally grinding against his cock. He groans at the contact. He begins petting you, rubbing in the wax that is slowly beginning to act like lotion or body oil. “You’re so beautiful, y/n. I’ve seen your naked form though, of course. When watching you with others.” He’s sliding his dick between your folds now and you’re bucking your hips up between twitching at the feeling of the wax.

“I think Daemon was my favorite. Spooky. I want to know how its lips felt, how it felt when it entered you, tell me, y/n,” He starts rubbing circles on your clit.

“scary in a sexy way-“

He spanks your pussy lightly. “You can do better than that baby come on, paint me a picture,” he goes back to rubbing you.

“it… felt like it had 6 arms… it..” It was hard to focus when he was picking up the pace like that, and with the candle occasionally hitting your skin.

“Focus, baby” He pushes into you, just the tip.

“it felt like it was touching me everywhere that could feel good all at once—it felt amazing—“ you get out before Jon bottoms out inside of you. You both moan at the same time. “Fuck—Jon—“ He takes your hand off your eyes so you can see him, the candle is gone and now he’s got one hand holding both your wrists above your head and the other hand gripping your hips for dear life.

“you feel incredible, holy fuck” he moans, unable to stop himself from fucking you at a brutal pace. “Jon!” you cry in protest. “Fuck yes scream my name so everyone can hear!” He spanks you, earning him a squeal.

“i told you—to stop focusing—on them—!” you get out between thrusts. “okay, tell me you love me then,” He grabs your chin to force you to look in his eyes. Your eyes are glazed from the pace he’s fucking you, “i-love you-“ you whimper, you’re pathetic. Hearts in your eyes, unable to think straight. He’s hitting such a deep place up inside of you, you think you might break. He sighs lovingly at your admission, it’s sickly sweet, a stark contrast to the brutal way he’s fucking into you—slapping and wet noises filling the air. He treats it like a theme song, chanting him onward.

“touch yourself, baby” he lets your dominant hand go. You obey, it’s overstimulating in such a perfect way. “Fuck-fuck-ah!” Jon is moaning now, he lets go of your wrist and grips your hips with both hands, fucking you deep and fast you start to feel like he’s using you like a pocket pussy. And you fucking love it, the sight builds you to your internal chorus so quickly. “jon-! m’gonna!”

“take it, take it, take it,” he whimpers before you hit your peak. “Ah!” you moan out deliciously, hips bucking a slow roll with each wave of pleasure. Your breath slows but Jon just says “Oh my god did you just?-“ before you can confirm Jon’s hips stutter and he cums at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, squeezing him out for all his wax is worth. He gasps and falls down, hands on either side of your head, fucking you through his orgasm.

He lays on top of you, cock still in you. He’s needy, already wrapping his arms around you and snuggling in. “That was. Amazing. Did i do okay?” He’s soft by now, but clearly still horny by the way he’s lightly rocking into you. You sigh at the sensitivity. “Yes, very good,” you push his beautiful locs out of his beautiful face, and kiss him sweetly.

[vivaiavidapasta]

I wonder what he’s looking at

Vote in your phones now

[carbon-dating-everything]

date-tober day 26 l candlelit

pairing: jon wick x gender neutral reader

summary: you go out to dinner with jon wick, away from his pursuit of justice for once.

content / warnings: light-hearted, spoilers for realization

word count: 1 k

a/n: hello mr wick i wasn't familiar with your game... (well, i was familiar with your game, but not your game...)

The first thing you notice when you get to the restaurant is that Jon’s different.

Not that change is much of a surprise to you - you’d known him so long as the gossip-mongering Scandalabra that his true self emerging had taken you completely by surprise — but in the late hours of the evening, face lit by the soft glow of the candles placed on the table, he looks calm in a way neither of his selves have ever been.

Upon noticing you, he stands, pulling out your chair for you as you approach. Up close, you see his appearance has subtly changed, too: his normal crime-fighting suit has been switched out for a wholly different one (though the cuffs are still classically silver) and his platinum blonde hair falling in soft strands across his face, the lone black strand for once curling peacefully to the side. His features are soft, too; though he looks as stern as ever, he regards you with a certain vulnerability as you sit down.

It isn’t just your imagination. Jon seems relaxed, for once.

‘Hey,’ he greets casually as you sit down.

‘Hey yourself, handsome,’ you reply. ‘What’re we doing here?’

He clears his throat. ‘I… wanted to take you out on a date.’

‘Oh? You tilt your head, confused. ‘We were on one yesterday, weren’t we?’

‘A real date,’ Jon says, hands shifting on the table like he doesn’t know what to do with them without them holding candlesticks. ‘ I know I haven’t been around as much lately.'

‘You said justice can’t wait. I get it.’

‘I know I said that, but that’s no excuse.’ He gestures to the restaurant around you, and it’s only then that you notice that the place is, for lack of a better word, fancy, with carpets and mirrors and golden edges everywhere.

‘I called in a few favors. I know it’s long overdue, but…’ His voice loses a little of its built-in edge, lower than his customary low — another vulnerability. ‘Hope you like it.’

You do. It’s significantly nicer than other places you’d been in — not that you’d minded, particularly, but there is a difference between the location you’re in right now and a brief stop at a restaurant before Jon’s battling with the third auctioneer of the week.

The guarded tension enters his voice again, and he stiffens when you don’t respond immediately. ’So?’

‘Jon.’ You’re direct with the compliment, looking him in the eye so he knows you mean it. ‘It’s lovely.’

Before he can stop it, a smile cracks over his face, one that you know better than anyone else is hard-won. ‘So’re you.’

Dinner arrives shortly and you eat, sampling each other’s meals as you go — you conduct conducted with a quiet sort of affection, savoring the different flavors as they hit your palate. The food itself is perfect, too — sumptuous and elegant, but not too extravagant or expensive (which, you suppose, are traits that lend themselves well to Jon’s opinions of pewter.)

Once dessert has been served and thoroughly enjoyed, Jon shuffles around again, readjusting his cuff links and hair for the millionth time, before he speaks haltingly, the words sounding as if they’re strange in his mouth.

‘I wanted to thank you.’

‘For what?’

‘For this.’ He gestures to himself. ‘Me. None of this would have happened without you, and… I feel powerful now. I am powerful.’

‘You don’t need to thank me.’

‘Still feel like I should, though, and I’ve been away for too long. I know things may be a little — well, I could definitely work on stuff. But I want to try more from this point onwards. Do a little more, uh, regular job stuff.’ He thinks. ‘Like appraisals.’

‘Appraisals?’ you tease. 'Where'd you get that idea?'

‘I don’t know, someone else suggested that I could use my knowledge of pewter.’

‘Huh. Well, you know I’ll support whatever you do.’ You take his hand, and notice it isn’t gloved — no longer cool to the touch, and soft, the exposed flesh a liability he’s letting himself risk for you. ‘But whatever it is, we can figure it out together from now on.’

‘Yeah.’ Jon smiles again, the action coming easier to him, the corners of his mouth rounded. ‘We can.’

His eyes lower subtly enough, but you can tell what he’s angling for, and your voice turns wry. ‘Are you going to ask me for something?’

‘Depends,’ he murmurs, already moving closer. ‘Do you want it?’

‘Yes.' You lean over the table, lips already parting. 'I do.’

The world seems to come to a standstill as you kiss, the low chatter of the other diners fading to a distant hum around you. The kiss is soft, warm, and intimate, and you pull away, eyes lingering on each other again for a long moment.

Eventually, you muse, ‘I’m kind of surprised you haven’t talked about anyone here yet, honestly.’

His face colors slightly, and he looks from side to side, very aware of what you mean. ‘Thought it’d be rude. I’m not exactly that person anymore, right?’

‘Jonny, c’mon. I know you have something to say about the couple over there.’ You sneak another glance at them, your eyes brightening upon spotting their latest behavior. They’ve been fighting all night.’

His resolve cracks, and he whips his head over to look — the gossiping tendencies haven’t left him, even if they’re more subdued now. Old habits die hard, you suppose. ‘Fighting?’

You smirk, steepling your fingers. ‘Lay it on me.’

He chuckles, then: it’s not uproarious laughter or the high pitched giggle of a madman, but a laugh that sounds more like a sigh of relief. You join in, and the two of you snicker like idiots in love (and two busybodies).

‘He definitely cheated,’ he says at last. ‘Scandalous, right?’

‘Scandalous,’ you parrot, affecting the cadence of the dandy he used to be. ‘Shall we discuss?’

And the two of you do, in your own little bubble of gossip and love, lit softly by the candles on the dining table.

[driftd0ll]

im having horny thoughts so let this be the first thing I share coming back LOL im lurking tho trust 🙏

imagine sitting on scandalabra/jon wick’s face (throw reggie, bodhi, barry and luke into the mix why not) and just grinding your needy, wet pussy onto their faces. your needy grinds and humps as your slick wets their faces, noses and chins and makes it so sticky as you whine and whimper. ESPECIALLY scandalabra/jon wick bc my first thought upon meeting and seeing him was “what did doja say about big noses…” and ik scandalabra would LOVE to have your pussy on his face with you oh so needy for him as he laps up your slick and eats you out.

dont even get me STARTED on reggie. he would LOVE seeing you in this state and adds to your misery as he teases and edges you. he loves your noises so much and wants to keep them hearing them.

and poor bodhi, barry and luke dont know how to react to this, which leads to them both becoming needy for you too. they both treat you with care as they give you what you want as you reach back and stroke them off, earning you a whimper (or a whine).

but cam? hes torturing you. you just gave him an ego boost with how needy you’re acting. he overstimulates you and makes SURE he comes out of this messy as fuck as you cry and suffer as you sit on his face. hes such a bully.

🍓

i LOVE jon specifically (especially with how blunt he is, saying “Aight, give it”??? my clothes are GONE)

“Nonono, babe,” He’s smug about how you try to squirm, switching between trying to lift your cunt off of his face and grinding down against his tongue with an animalistic need. “You asked for this, and you’re going to see it through, yeah? So keep fucking yourself with my face.” His hands are also really strong, digging into your thighs, one may ever travel down and shove two or three fingers inside your gushing cunt.

and Reggie? That son of a bitch wants you crying, pulling at his hair in anger and desperation. His ego won’t let him not let you cum (because god forbid you ask if he just can’t do it), but that doesn’t mean he has to give it to you immediately! He loves biting, humming against your clit, spitting- If the position allows it, he loves slapping your pussy raw, enough to make you start crying when he actually fucks you.

Cam can either be super sweet, romantic (albeit teasing) and making you cum over and over again until his face is soaked, OR he’s super mean. Especially if you insult him, making a joke- especially if it’s before you two are actually dating? oh fuck no, you’re not going to cum until you’re blubbering sad, desperate little apologies and pleading for him to make you cum, tears dripping down your cheeks as your nails dig into his scalp