Normally scammers don't take the time to go after small blogs like me, but look, I got one! And no, I'm not blocking out their names, go and block them. Their account is compromised.
It starts of with a random message on one of your posts:
And when you message them, because, I'm a good potato, they'll send you a screenshot of an e-mail, claiming your account is close to getting permanently deleted/suspended for financial fraud.
All of this is just stupid. I really don't need to go into detail why this is stupid. A quick google into the supposed tumblr staff, Eli Tucker, and you'll find out that thats a elaborated scam (see here).
Its a tad bit funny that I was supposed to contact an EliTucker02, while in the other post its EliTucker. First one got suspended probably? For fraud? Funny thing. I called them out on their bullshit, and lo and behold:
Not only did they cop&pasted their fake sob story twice, but I was immediately blocked.
So folks out there - always stay vigilant! Scammers will not shy away from small blogs.
EDIT:
Blog is gone. That was quick!
This same person messaged me today on my red dead side blog (not an active blog anymore, but has a high follower count). My main account is shadow banned for some reason again, probably my vpn (wouldn't be the first time) and the timing was weird. I almost fell for it before I ended up googling Eli Tucker.
I found the discord profile, and realized that there is also another profile in the lensdump server that has a picture of the same guy. Weird. Only that one has a link to an X account, whereas the "Tumblr support" one was a blank discord profile. I ended up reporting the discord profile to their support and contacting tumblr about this exact blog on my already open ticket.
The blog was either remade or something, because they are currently active and did respond to me trying to say it wasn't a scam.
I know it’s not new, but I thought I’d make a post on it!
If a user messages you, says they reported you, and asks you to send a friend request to a guy named “elituckertumblrr” on Discord, it means they got hacked! Please don’t message him, it’s a fake account </3
Or any variation of “____ Tucker”!
Apparently there’s also a “Carl Tucker” out there as well?
Personally, I’d try to find other accounts of theirs that aren’t on Tumblr if you’re able to, and let them know they were hacked. But if they already know, and are taking steps to deal with it, then it’d be best to move on.
BUT if you do message Eli Tucker on Discord, he’ll ask for your username, DOB, and country. Then he’ll ask for you to change your email to some Outlook email. DO NOT DO IT. That’s how they get access to your account.
For next steps, Tumblr suggests you to report the account who messaged you for “spam”.
But yeah! Please stay safe online and be weary on why someone is messaging you <3
For further reading on how to protect your account (all written by Tumblr Staff):
Compromised or Hacked Accounts
Protecting Your Account
Two-Factor Authentication (2FA)
Screenshots below of someone’s attempt to scam me and Eli’s Discord profile
I have had some people DM in the past requesting roleplay stuff, but at the time it wasn't possible for me. But now, there is a chance to join my Discord RP server, with a small group of friends and my wife. (We also have a JCINK website, but it is under construction.)
Our server is open-world, or sandbox, whichever term you may find appropriate. We don't really do activity checks, those that are active will post in the general chat throughout the day and sometimes IC games. We have crossover plots, events, brainstorming sessions, and venting moments. And as usual we are welcoming of new people under a few conditions:
• You must be over 18+ legally. Our server and site are rated 3-3-3 for graphic violence, language, and sexual content. You gotta be really cool about a lot of stuff, really fast. If you are easily uncomfortable or can't handle romanization of some pretty fucked up things, it's best to avoid.
• We only allow OC's or based on characters. No playing as a celebrity or anything like that. You can make characters that are based off fictional characters, or even bring in fictional characters. You can no use yourself as a faceclaim. Note: There is no faceclaim list, we do share faces provided the person that is using it first is okay with you sharing it.
• You need to be capable of actually developing plots of all kinds. This isn't a place to just get your rocks off. Our current members like to create and develop plots with all kinds of speeds. So we are looking for people that don't have commitment issues. Yes, real life happens (most of us work fulltime jobs) but as long as there is communication and people follow through with plots they pick up and create, that is awesome.
• We don't like drama outside of story. Ain't nobody got time for that. Things need to be handled like adults, or people get removed from the server.
If you are possibly interested, feel free to send me a DM and we can talk about it, see how the vibe is and go from there.
Okay my lovely followers. I'm putting feelers out there. My wife @nyxvuxoa-writes and I are forum based mature content (everything from dark romance, taboo, violence, we have limits of course just inquire when in doubt), original character, third person perspective, roleplayers. We have a small group of people like maybe four sorta active people and we would like to add to our weird little group of people. If you are interested and I genuinely mean interested and do not get easily offended by obscurity and randomness and off the wall weirdness please inquire either here or in my DMs. Oh... It is also on discord before I forget!!!
Okay my lovely followers. I'm putting feelers out there. My wife @nyxvuxoa-writes and I are forum based mature content (everything from dark romance, taboo, violence, we have limits of course just inquire when in doubt), original character, third person perspective, roleplayers. We have a small group of people like maybe four sorta active people and we would like to add to our weird little group of people. If you are interested and I genuinely mean interested and do not get easily offended by obscurity and randomness and off the wall weirdness please inquire either here or in my DMs. Oh... It is also on discord before I forget!!!
I have had some people DM in the past requesting roleplay stuff, but at the time it wasn't possible for me. But now, there is a chance to join my Discord RP server, with a small group of friends and my wife. (We also have a JCINK website, but it is under construction.)
Our server is open-world, or sandbox, whichever term you may find appropriate. We don't really do activity checks, those that are active will post in the general chat throughout the day and sometimes IC games. We have crossover plots, events, brainstorming sessions, and venting moments. And as usual we are welcoming of new people under a few conditions:
• You must be over 18+ legally. Our server and site are rated 3-3-3 for graphic violence, language, and sexual content. You gotta be really cool about a lot of stuff, really fast. If you are easily uncomfortable or can't handle romanization of some pretty fucked up things, it's best to avoid.
• We only allow OC's or based on characters. No playing as a celebrity or anything like that. You can make characters that are based off fictional characters, or even bring in fictional characters. You can no use yourself as a faceclaim. Note: There is no faceclaim list, we do share faces provided the person that is using it first is okay with you sharing it.
• You need to be capable of actually developing plots of all kinds. This isn't a place to just get your rocks off. Our current members like to create and develop plots with all kinds of speeds. So we are looking for people that don't have commitment issues. Yes, real life happens (most of us work fulltime jobs) but as long as there is communication and people follow through with plots they pick up and create, that is awesome.
• We don't like drama outside of story. Ain't nobody got time for that. Things need to be handled like adults, or people get removed from the server.
If you are possibly interested, feel free to send me a DM and we can talk about it, see how the vibe is and go from there.
I have had some people DM in the past requesting roleplay stuff, but at the time it wasn't possible for me. But now, there is a chance to join my Discord RP server, with a small group of friends and my wife. (We also have a JCINK website, but it is under construction.)
Our server is open-world, or sandbox, whichever term you may find appropriate. We don't really do activity checks, those that are active will post in the general chat throughout the day and sometimes IC games. We have crossover plots, events, brainstorming sessions, and venting moments. And as usual we are welcoming of new people under a few conditions:
• You must be over 18+ legally. Our server and site are rated 3-3-3 for graphic violence, language, and sexual content. You gotta be really cool about a lot of stuff, really fast. If you are easily uncomfortable or can't handle romanization of some pretty fucked up things, it's best to avoid.
• We only allow OC's or based on characters. No playing as a celebrity or anything like that. You can make characters that are based off fictional characters, or even bring in fictional characters. You can no use yourself as a faceclaim. Note: There is no faceclaim list, we do share faces provided the person that is using it first is okay with you sharing it.
• You need to be capable of actually developing plots of all kinds. This isn't a place to just get your rocks off. Our current members like to create and develop plots with all kinds of speeds. So we are looking for people that don't have commitment issues. Yes, real life happens (most of us work fulltime jobs) but as long as there is communication and people follow through with plots they pick up and create, that is awesome.
• We don't like drama outside of story. Ain't nobody got time for that. Things need to be handled like adults, or people get removed from the server.
If you are possibly interested, feel free to send me a DM and we can talk about it, see how the vibe is and go from there.
Okay my lovely followers. I'm putting feelers out there. My wife @nyxvuxoa-writes and I are forum based mature content (everything from dark romance, taboo, violence, we have limits of course just inquire when in doubt), original character, third person perspective, roleplayers. We have a small group of people like maybe four sorta active people and we would like to add to our weird little group of people. If you are interested and I genuinely mean interested and do not get easily offended by obscurity and randomness and off the wall weirdness please inquire either here or in my DMs. Oh... It is also on discord before I forget!!!
Not a prompt but I had a crazy idea, Sergei with a big breeding king buuuut, you already had a child and yk your boobs are to full of milk and he drinks it🙏🙏🙏
I got you. 😏I'm sorry this took so long to get out by the way, but once I started this one, it just flowed. No pun intended.
𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙠-𝘿𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠
Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!Reader
◢ Genre: Oneshot, Smut, PWP — Suitable For Adults Only. Minors will be blocked.
◢ Word count: 1.4k of pure milk filth
◢ Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. Pet Name (Mouse), lactation kink, post-pregnancy body worship, primal grinding, non-penetrative dry humping, breeding talk, feral possessive Kraven, overstimulation. Kraven is a milk-drunk menace and your panties aren’t safe. You’ve been warned.
◢ A/N: Okay, so I have been neglecting my tumblr and I am sorry. Anon, I hope you see this, or that at least someone will enjoy it. I apologize, the gif is not mine. I currently don't have photoshop (im broke), so I couldn't make one as I usually do.
Your chest feels tight, heavy like balloons, tender to the touch. Sometimes you ache, throbbing from the pressure, especially when it’s been too long without pumping, feeding, or releasing.
Your breasts are swollen, enough to give him a handful of something to grip onto. And when he squeezes…god, when he squeezes…there’s a rush of relief. The ache eases under his greedy touch, milk dribbling out onto rough skin.
Sergei groans, deep from his throat.
“You’re feeding me now, little mouse,” he mutters before his lips latch onto your nipple. His tongue swirls around your flesh, lapping up every drop of milk that seeps from you. He wants this. He craves it.
His free hand pins you down when you squirm, the pace of his tongue unrelenting as you give him every drop you possibly can. It’s overstimulating. Your nipple, hypersensitive, finds the feeling pleasurable. His fingers dig into your flesh and squeeze again, coaxing more to the surface.
When he gets another release, Sergei groans against your skin. The sound vibrates against your breast as he suckles, drinking you in. His mouth seals around you, tongue still lapping, easing the pressure inside you with every pull. It’s primal, carnal… and it makes you wetter than you could have ever imagined.
“Uhmp… Sergei…” you moan, voice raw in your throat. Your breathing stutters, shifting from calm to full-blown arousal in waves. He can smell the slickness under the fabric of your panties, the heat pooling in your core, spreading like wildfire along your hips and spine.
You move, hips shifting against the feeling of him, trying to find anything, everything, to grind against. His thigh shifts between your legs and presses up into your cunt, offering you just enough friction.
You rock against him, needy and desperate, fingers tangling into his hair. You pull, tugging just enough to make his mouth press deeper against your breast. He sucks harder, teeth grazing your nipple, biting just enough to pull a moan from your lips, high and sweet and wanton.
Your hips buck harder against his thigh, grinding yourself like a needy thing, chasing every sharp edge of pleasure. You shift, you roll, and then it hits—an orgasm explodes through your body, wrapping you in heat, making your thighs shake.
Sergei grips your thigh, holding you steady, guiding your motion, silently telling you not to stop. His mouth breaks free from your breast just long enough to meet your eyes.
“You’re swollen for me… leaking for me… you think I’d waste that?” His voice drops, rough and ravenous. “Look how your body feeds me… just like it’s meant to.”
His body shifts between your legs, pressing his hard self between them. The fabric of his jeans meets the fabric of your panties as he starts to grind against you, cock twitching under the restrictive denim. His mouth meets your untouched breast, lapping at first before his teeth tug at it slightly.
You moan again.
He groans, low and guttural.
Your eyes flutter, almost rolling back as you feel yourself on the brink of another orgasm already. He presses his weight down, grinding like an animal, not needing to push himself inside your wet heat to feel satisfaction. Just seeing you needy and desperate is enough.
His mouth latches around your breast again, sealing over your nipple as he groans heavily from his chest. You catch fragments of him muttering about keeping you swollen for him all year round. He’s too hungry to strip, too feral to care. His hips rut against you, wild and sloppy, cock straining desperately behind rough denim. His mouth never leaves your breast, tongue swirling, lips dragging every drop from your swollen tits. He doesn’t need to be inside you—he’s feeding, grinding, breaking you.
You grind back, hips bucking like a wild thing as you cry out for him, hands finding his hair again as you yank him closer, pressing his face into your breast.
The fabric clings to his cock, every stroke soaking through with precum until it’s not enough. A growl catches in his chest and you feel it—heat spilling, cock jerking against your panties, messy and desperate. His hips press harder as he soaks himself, cumming in his jeans while still latched to your breast.
“F-fuck, Mouse…” His jaw clenches, sucking your nipple as his thighs tremble along with yours.
I’d love to see Eddie Munson x-reader where reader (female) recently got her nipples pierced so Eddie has to restrain himself from touching them for however long it takes for them to heal, and is going crazy over it. (If you don’t get around to writing it or don’t want to that’s totally fine too. Love your writing:) )
✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Eddie Munson x F!Reader
✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Stranger Things Season Four
✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 717
✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Antsy Eddie is antsy | Grabby Hands Eddie | Hand swatting | Nipple Piercing | Inner Monologues are not inner. | Pouty Eddie is Pouty! PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ The moment I got this request I HAD to do it... no waiting!!! I adore Eddie! Thank you for your request love! Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. complete!!! But I hope this finds you well, and I hope you enjoy this! I'm so sorry!!
✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT:*̥˚✧ Found on google but here is the link
✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT:*̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa
✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist*̥˚✧
Sore, that's what you were. You tried the ice cube trick, you tried standing in front of a fan, cool ice packs, you even tried a little bit of that devil's lettuce, but Eddie wanted to touch them so bad. Between the pouting, and the slight whining, he sat there, in anticipation. First thing that comes to mind is that old Heinz Ketchup commercial from the 70's... "Think how good it's going to taste when it finally gets there, anticipation, anticipation is making me wait."
Licking his lips, and short of frothing at the mouth, he watched you get out of the shower, sitting there, he pouted a moment, then started biting at those nails and watching you like you were going to do tricks. He groaned and stood up walking over to you, grabby hands and all, only for you to swat them. He groaned and dropped himself back on his bed and sighed.
"Oh come on! I just wanna play with em!" he whined.
"Baby, as much as I would love for you to play with them, they're sore, they're healing... you gotta wait baby boy." you coo a moment.
He groans and kinda flops around on the bed a moment. He sighs and sits up.
"Fine."
"Thank you, it shouldn't be too much longer." You remind him.
"I know, but I already feel like it's been forever." He sighed.
"Baby, it's only been 29 hours."
"Uh, yeah, that's forever don't you understand?" He stated.
"Baby, I think you will survive a little longer. You can squeeze my butt if you want..." You smirk.
"It ain't the same, I mean I like your butt too... but... boobies... bedazzled boobies! And EDDIE MUNSON CAN'T PLAY WITH THEM!"
"Don't shout." you chuckle.
Pouting even more, he looks at you and walks up behind you after you turn around and he places his arms around your waist at first, slowly moving them upwards as he kisses your neck, thinking he's sneaky he places his hands just under your bustline and you sigh and chuckled.
"Baby, they really hurt, please." You smile softly.
Turning but putting some distance you look over him and lean in and kiss him sweetly.
"It doesn't mean I love you any less." You remind him.
"I know... but I feel like I'm missing out. And maybe my touch is magical."
"I hate to remind you, but you're no cleric you can't touch and heal." You chuckle.
Eddie gasped and looked at you almost like he was offended, but he was not, His brow furrowed.
"You don't know that."
"Baby, I do know that... you tried to do that when you gave me the best fuck of my life the other night and my hips felt like they were spread from here to Los Angeles." You chuckled.
Eddie chuckled and smirked like he had this smug smirk.
"Are you sure I can't touch them?"
"Yes."
"Yes I can touch."
"No."
"No? Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Yes I can touch?"
"No Eddie.. No you cannot touch." You chuckle and finish getting dressed.
"When they're healed... Imma have so much fun." He smirked and day dreamed as he fell back on his bed dreaming about the fun he was going to have.
Chuckling you lick your lips remembering what the piercer told you.
"I really hate to be the bringer of bad news... No squeezing or pressure for at least 4-6 weeks after the piercing, and potentially longer, depending on individual healing and how the piercing feels. Full healing can take anywhere from 3-6 months, but some piercings can take up to a year or more to fully heal." You make this face like you're sorry.
Eddie shot out of bed and stared at you, gasping.
"Nope. No. This ain't gonna work for me... 4 weeks... maybe longer? MAYBE A YEAR?" He shook his head and grabby handed his way to you and just placed them on your breasts a moment and looked at them through your shirt. "It's okay buddies... I will miss you... and I shall think about you every time I shower... I will think about you in all your bouncing glittering glory..." He spoke to them and kissed each one before he pouted and went to get himself a drink from the kitchen.
Hi Mandie! I'm glad to see you back here, and all these smoking hot delicious fics ! Could I request prompt #3 with Kraven ? I just love how you write him !🔥
He does things to my heart that omg ! ❤️🔥🙈
Hey! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get to my requests, I have had a lot going on and have been in a funk. I hope this hits the spot for you though. ♡
𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧
Sergei Kravinoff x Submissive!F!Reader
3. "You look better with my hands around your neck."
◢ Genre: Oneshot, Smut, PWP — Suitable For Adults Only. Minors will be blocked.
◢ Word count: 2.3k of pure filth
◢ Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact. feral smut, choking (consensual), prey/hunter kink, rough sex, overstimulation, possessive Kraven, dumbification elements. If I missed anything, let me know, I don't want you to be taken by surprise.
◢ A/N: Okay, so I have been neglecting my tumblr. It's been rough for me, but I needed to branch away from my usual stuff and figured, I'd come back and give stuff a shot. I really hope this hits the spot for you guys. Gif credit goes to me.
He smelled like earth and violence; smoke, pine, and blood tangled in his hair; and that quiet hum of muscle after he had pounced on you. Tension coiled through his shoulders, muscles drawn tight as his frame pinned you to the bed, nothing but heat and flesh pressing you down. A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating in your ears. His nose dragged along your neck, slow and savoring, like he was deciding where to bite first.
“You run, you fight… but you come back. Always.” Sergei’s growl was soft, but it curled down your spine like a predator’s promise.
He wasn’t wrong. It had always been this way with him: cat and mouse, hunter and prey. You had a talent for wanting him one second and denying him the next. Not because you didn’t crave him, but because you loved the chase. You lived for the catch. For the way his grip could snatch you out of your rebellion. For the delicious thrill that sparked through your core when he pinned you. It coiled low in your belly, hot and heavy, wrapping around you like a blanket woven from danger and desire.
His hand snaked up your frame, slow, steady, calculating. Then, without warning, it tightened around your throat. Another low growl rumbled from his chest as his thumb tilted your jaw, forcing your head to the side. His teeth grazed your shoulder, dragging a sharp line across sensitive skin, and your back arched into the bed, chasing the heat. Flesh pressed to flesh, bare skin tangled, the space between you burning alive. His grip shifted, fingers curling with purpose, tightening just enough to make you feel it.
“You look better with my hands around your neck,” he murmured against your skin, hips pressing forward, hunger tangible in every movement.
His grip tightened around your throat, fingers pressing into the sides and cutting off the flow of blood. Warmth rushed through you as you started to feel lightheaded, dizzy with both lust and the cut-off supply of what your brain needed. With no effort, he managed to strip your brain of who you were, making you dumb, willing, and needy all at once. Your hips bucked up into him, begging to feel the head of his cock pressing in between wet folds.
His hips pressed again, the head of his cock pushing into you slowly at first before suddenly slamming into you with a single, powerful thrust. Both of you gasped for air. A moan escaped one, a growl from the other. Your cunt welcomed him like a vice, hot, wet, desperate. He could feel every shiver, every twitch. You squeezed around him like your body knew who it belonged to.
The way you clenched around him wasn’t just hunger, it was surrender. Your hips jerked, thighs tightened, your body trying to drag him in deeper, to take more than he was willing to give all at once. But the sense of control in Sergei snapped. He pressed his length forward, bringing your flesh to meet the hilt of him.
You were so tight, like your body was fighting him and begging all at the same time. Every push made your back arch against the bed. You gasped, and he could feel the pulse of your need wrapping around his cock like a brand. His grip around your throat faltered just for a moment, and a rush of blood to your mind brought a buzzing sensation to your skin. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as his pace started to quicken.
“Good girl,” he growled heavily, like a man who couldn’t help but cave to you. It rumbled from his chest with a moan. Inside you, everything was heat, silk, and submission. The way you sucked him in made his jaw tighten and his grip roughen again. You made him want to fuck until you couldn’t breathe without his name in your throat.
Tension coiled through your body, your legs tightening as his hips rolled with intense motions. His flesh grazed your cunt, pushing slow, savoring the stretch, then slamming forward. His hips ground until he bottomed out. You squirmed under him, moaning loudly. Your arms came up under his, fingers meeting his back, nails dragging against flesh. His growls became heavier, deeper from his chest as he felt you scratching him.
Suddenly, he slowed, his hand gripping at your throat once more. He started to grind his hips down, savoring the way you writhed under him, how your thighs trembled, your body arching helplessly. His pace was unrelenting, not rough but suddenly thorough. Every deep stroke was designed to pull broken little sounds from your throat.
“You make such cute noises,” he muttered, teeth nipping at your shoulder again before he growled and kept the pace. He could feel the build-up in you, the frantic clenching of your pussy around him, the way your thighs tried to close around his hips like you could trap him there. You were close, desperate. His next thrust made you sob, and it only made him fuck you harder.
Your breathing hitched.
Your hips jerked.
You were squeezing him, trying to chase it, trying to run from it. He groaned, dark and low, because this was his favorite part, when you stopped pretending you had control. Your cunt fluttered around him, tight and slick and so fucking close to giving in. He grinned, teeth flashing against your throat, hips grinding deeper just to hear how pretty you sounded when you fell apart for him.
His gut coiled tightly, low, deep, like a pressure bomb ready to blow. His stomach knotted and his muscles locked up. His motions became more aggressive, his hips snapping harder against your flesh. Blood rushed hot. His head went light. His skin burned and every touch felt like too much, too good, and not enough. Sergei’s jaw clenched, teeth bared, and a growl got stuck in his throat.
His cock throbbed inside you. That pounding pulse, the way you clenched around him, it dragged him closer. He felt every twitch and slick drag. Every tight squeeze made his rhythm sloppier, harsher, and more desperate. Thoughts rattled in his brain, words he couldn’t form to speak from his lips: “So fucking tight...can’t hold it...need to fill her...need her to feel it...don’t stop...don’t you fucking stop...mine...mine...mine...”
Then he let loose.
Your back arched.
His hand pressed down around your neck.
His thighs started to shake. He gritted his teeth, and his hips pushed to stay deep. A feeling tightened in his chest like a weight, everything about him started to twitch; fingers and muscles. He gasped, holding his breath just for a second before…
The pressure snapped, white-hot and brutal, cock jerking inside you with every pulse. His muscles locked, hips driving deeper, a growl splitting his throat as his release surged, thick and relentless. You squeezed around him, milking him dry, and the sound that tore from his chest was feral; pure instinct, pure fucking claim.
You screamed his name from your chest, breathy like you couldn’t hold it in anymore. It caused him to growl, pressing deeper as he felt the way your legs trembled under the weight of him. From head to toe you shook, warmth pooling between your legs as you felt his mess leaking out from under you and pooling against your flesh and the damn sheets.
And then, stillness.
Sergei leaned his body down against you, breathing heavy from the moment. His hand finally slipped from your throat, going to rest against your hip. His thumb pressed into your flesh in a moment of affection and grounding. His cock, still buried deep within you, pulsed once, twice, before finally stopping. He made sure you took every last drop of him, filling you to the point that when he pressed in again, his mess leaked out more from between your thighs.
“I’m not done with you, little mouse,” he growled softly. “Not even close.”
Hey! I know it's been a hot minute! But I'm slowly coming back! My Requests are not back open, including anon requests. I am slow but I am coming back into swing. Life has been a crazy roller coaster, but I'm here for you! All fandoms welcome, and if you're questioning on if I write it, feel free to ask!!! Here is My Main Masterlist. So please, feel free to send me your requests! I'm in a place where I can comfortably fill your requests! I'm sorry for those who didn't get their fic requests filled, please do not take it personally. I wasn't in a good spot! Mentally or emotionally, but I am doing a little better and better enough to open up my requests again. So feel free to resubmit them. You have my word I will fill your request.
Hello, may I request #2 ☆ { putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet *whispers because it's a bad guy and I know people are about them* with Ray Marcus?
Thank you.
✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus x F!Reader
✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Nocturnal Animals
✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 985
✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus... he's a TW himself | Rough Sex | Loud Reader | Hand over mouth | Foul Language | P-i-V | PWP | Creampie | mention of drinking | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. Love... I am SOOOOOO SORRY this took me almost 2 years to complete!!! But I hope this finds you well, and I hope you enjoy this! I'm so sorry!!
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It never took him long to make you quiver. It never took him long to even make you wet between those folds between your legs. Not only that, but it was his bad boy ways. It was the way he moved and the way he took in your scent in such a primal way. Ray was sex on legs for you, moans in the air, and he owned your ever tremble, quiver, whimper and moan. Fuck it, let's face it, you let this man willingly own you. But you never really let him fully take that control, no, it was fun fighting him for it. It was fun to play that game of cat and mouse, but in the need, he knew you were doing it for the sheer thrill of it all.
This wasn't a moment you needed to play cat and mouse, no, this was a moment of you knowing exactly what you were doing to get the result you wanted. Tonight was an interesting night, having invited a few friends over, a few drinks, maybe even a game or two of Cards Against Humanity, a good fun filled night. But there was a catch. He wanted to play a game of his own, and you weren't privy to that knowledge. His eyes are on you all night, but yours were undressing him just as much as his were undressing you.
People filed in, laughter filled the room, shot glasses hit the table, liquor sloshed around in the bottle as more shots were being poured. Someone asked if there was another bottle. Willingly you offered to go check, you kept things like that on the top shelf of your walk-in pantry. Standing up you feel your legs are a little wobbly, with a soft chuckle you make your way to your kitchen. Looking around you grab the handle of the pantry door with your right hand and wander in. Reaching up you turn on the pull cord to your light. But quickly the door closes and the light turns off and you feel yourself being pushed back against the shelf.
You giggle. Of course you giggle. He lets out a breathy chuckle.
"You don't think I noticed, girl?"
"Noticed what?"
"Oh come on, lookin' at me with them come fuck me eyes all night." he pointed out.
Chuckling you lick your lip and take his hand and place it between your legs. He licks his own lip, slow, dangerously slow. Though dark, you feel you can see him perfectly. There was no question as to what or where this was headed. His hand moved from between your legs, and gripped at your bare thigh. Hiking up your skirt a moment he narrowed his eyes on you.
"You seem hungry, girl."
"I am... starving." you purr softly.
"You're going to have to be quiet." He muses softly.
All you can do is nod your head. Reaching forward you undo his belt and jeans. He allows you to do this, but quickly takes control back. Dropping his pants, he lifts your hips and presses into you without any second guessing. You gasp, and grip at his shirt as your hands rest on his shoulders.
"Fuck, Ray." you moan softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
Of course, this man wasn't going to fuck you soft and tender in the pantry. No, this was a quickie. Fast. Hard, the shelves rattling. Your breath quickly picked up. His grunts grew softly as he used the shelves to his advantage thrusting into you, fast, rough, quick pasted.
"Fuck! Your cock feels so fuckin' good." you moan.
Your moans become louder.
"I told you, you gotta be quiet, girl." he snarled a bit.
"I know but you feel so fuckin good." you purr.
The sweat starts to bead against his brow as he continues to thrust, his lips pressing against your neck to muffle his own sounds, but that doesn't stop your mouth from getting louder. With a growl, his hand slaps over your mouth and he growls.
"You're fuckin' done." he snarls.
You gasp into his hand, but you continue to moan loudly against his hand as he continues to roughly thrust his cock between the wet folds between your legs, your slick wet walls clenching around him as your head falls against one of the shelves, you feel yourself building, pleasure quivering within those walls, which only causes him to thrust harder, some of the cans rattling against the wooden shelves, almost ready to fall, but he wasn't stopping. Thrust after thrust, he feels himself building.
"Make a mess on me... and I'll give you a treat, girl."
It was those words alone that sent you over the edge. Your eyes flutter closed as you completely become undone on his hard thrusting throbbing cock. His hand grips around your mouth a little harder as he thrusts deeper, at least it felt deeper as hot thick ribbons of good girl treats cover your wet walls.
A few more thrusts as he starts to slow and he keeps you and himself right where he was. He get close to your ear.
"You're not cleaning up, I want everyone to see your good girl treat runnin' down your leg..." he smirked.
You giggle, and nod your head and gasp as he pulls himself from you, and starts to put himself away and grabs the whiskey off the shelf and smirk kissing your forehead and heads back to the party.
Feeling yourself mentally coming undone you giggle, clear your throat, fix your hair, feeling him already oozing down your leg. You make your way back to the party, standing there everyone's acting like nothing just happened. You finally take a seat and smirk, sitting across from him, your mind starts running again. Maybe the Quiet Game would be added to your list of things to perfect... Practice makes perfect right?
Okay my Voxlings. I had to temporarily turn off my Anon asks for a while. I was getting 10+ anon asks a day about donations. I'm not opposed to helping people, but that is not why I am on Tumblr. I'm here to give you writings, and laughs, and other sort of feels... not to have my inbox swarmed with literally 100+ messages in a week about donating. I'm sorry. I'm going to give my inbox a little bit of time before I turn them back on, finish a draft I've had for a wonderful young lady who has been super patient with me in my hiatus period, and I will turn it back on.
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