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pimosworld · 8 months

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Moonshine

TLOU x Triple Frontier crossover AU

Pairing-Joel Miller x f!reader x Francisco Morales

Chapter Summary-Frankie spends the night and he may never leave.

Rating-Explicit,Explicit, 18+,MDNI,NSFW

CW-Alcohol consumption,Fluff,Smut,oral male receiving,Heavy MM dynamics, MMF dynamics, Dom Joel, Anal,Unprotected PIV,M receiving, cream pie,anal cream pie,praise kink,aftercare.

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A/N- This chapter is smut and if you’re not comfortable reading MM sex or MMF this is your chance to stop reading because it’s smut from here on out. More plot next chapter but I wanted to give the people what they’ve been asking for.

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Moon shine chapter IV-XXX part II

Joel was in high spirits tonight, chatting with customers and introducing himself to new people. He did it to be friendly but often to assert to new faces that this was his place and if any rumblings around the QZ of his name were mentioned he wanted to make sure they knew.

He was soft with you but his presence to most was intimidating.

You couldn’t help but notice everyone staring at you, Santi kept locking eyes with you and smirking and Benny kept hailing you the queen. You were too pleased with yourself to be embarrassed. It was thrilling knowing that these two fierce men, who would be feared by any other, were captivated by you.

Charity makes her way over to you, setting her empty bar tray down and invading your space. You didn’t mind the company but you can see her tongue in cheek smile as she watches you work.

“Got something on your mind?”

“Table 5 needs refills.” You turn around and cross your arms knowing full well she didn’t come over for refills.

“I’m so jealous babe.” You shake your head at her as you make the drinks for the table.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She gestures to Joel and Frankie laughing and chatting beside the bar, just then they look at you. You take a deep breath and look away hoping you don’t collapse from the intensity.

“I love you but please shut up.” You whisper so only she can hear as she signs the cross and kisses the sky.

If teasing is all you’ll have to deal with you’ll gladly put up with it to see them both so happy.

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There’s a few stragglers as you all wrap up the night. Joel goes over to graciously nudge them out the door so you can all leave. You don’t like the way they gawk at you as they get up from their table.

Benny notices your discomfort as they make their way out and heads outside to see which way they went. Something about them is oddly familiar and it leaves an awful knot in your stomach.

He comes back in and heads straight for Will who is chatting with Santi and Charity. The brothers exchange words and you get a small glimpse into the lives they had before this. Constantly observing the surroundings and still adamant about doing their jobs.

“Shine you ready to go home?” Joel’s voice pulls you from your thoughts as you see him with your bag and jacket slung over his shoulder.

A part of you is sad as you glance over at Frankie still perched on the bar sink as he watches the rest of the boys leave for the night.

“Fish, I'm sleeping in your apartment. It's nicer than mine.” Benny calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hallway.

But why would he-?

“Francisco you coming?” Joel flashes him a look as Frankie stands straight to join him. “Of course I am.”

They both have satisfied looks on their faces as something goes unsaid between them. You round the bar as Joel places your jacket on your shoulders and Frankie guides you by the small of your back toward the door. You haven’t quite been able to fill your lungs with air as the warmth and affection blooms amongst the three of you.

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You walk a little ahead of them to gain your bearings and they happily give you space as they chat amongst themselves. You hear your name a few times and you glance over your shoulder and are always met with an amused smile from them.

You hear mentions of Frankie’s time in the military, something you notice he hasn’t brought up with you. Maybe too worried about scaring you, he must know the awful things you’ve had to endure from the time you were on your own.

There’s a flirtatiousness in Joel’s voice as he compliments him and you swear you saw them holding hands for a moment. It’s exhilarating seeing him in this new light. A side of him you’ve never been exposed to before and perhaps maybe never would have if Frankie hadn’t come along.

You finally make it to your townhouse, the long way up the steps seem like a daunting task as you try to control your uneven breaths. You can feel them watching you as you close your eyes to calm your nerves. Your fingers can’t work the keys and a frustrated sigh leaves your lips before you can stop it.

“Hey…are you okay?” Frankie comes up behind you to steady your hands as you nod.

“Shine…words.”

“Yes I’m okay…you guys are just making me a little nervous.” Frankie tries to disguise the chuckle he lets out as you turn to face them both.

“I don’t mean to laugh hermosa but we haven’t done anything.”

Sure… little do they know their presence alone is making your stomach do flips and you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come on the other side of this door.

As you enter the threshold Joel leans down close to your ear “Why don’t you change out of your work clothes and get comfortable.” He kisses your neck and stands, you see his eyes flit behind you momentarily as you pull away from him.

He playfully smacks your ass as you head towards the bedroom to change. You let out a small shriek and Frankie’s laughter has you relaxing a little.

Your moment of reprieve doesn’t last long as you stand in the bedroom wondering what exactly it is you’re supposed to change into.

It’s not like lingerie was readily available but you did have a cute green matching set of bra and panties to throw on under one of Joel’s shirts that you usually lounged in along with your sleep shorts.

As you make your way back into the kitchen you’re met with the sight of the two men, idling around each other moving in tandem as if they’ve done this a million times. Joel leans in and whispers something in his ear that has him giggling like a schoolgirl.

The floor creaks slightly beneath your feet, alerting them of your presence. They both turn to look at you again with those chocolate brown eyes. It seems you’ll have to get used to it without feeling the need to pass out just from a simple stare.

“I love when you wear my clothes.” He looks you up and down as he exits heading toward your bedroom leaving you alone with Frankie. He takes his signature cap off, setting it on the counter as he runs his fingers through his hair. You can’t help but gawk at the way his muscles flex in his shirt and you don’t miss the way he’s looking at you as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

There’s a twinkle in his eye as he smiles at you. You can hear the sound of bare footsteps behind you as you turn to see Joel changed out of his button up wearing a plain undershirt and jeans.

He’s looking at you like he’s going to devour you and you can barely register the words coming out of his mouth.

“Did you say something?”

“I asked if you cared for a drink?” You blink up at him more confused than ever because he’s not holding anything in his hands.

He grabs your shoulders and slowly turns you to face Frankie who's holding out a glass of amber liquid. You swallow thick as you notice he’s discarded his shirt. Your eyes track down his muscular tan chest, a small happy trail over his soft belly disappears somewhere beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“What is it?” Your voice barely above a whisper as he holds the glass up to his nose and inhales. “I’m not sure,Joel said you’d like it though.”

You take the glass from him and down it in one go. It’s good…really good, it tastes almost indistinguishable from your signature drink. It hits your belly and warms you from the inside, doing nothing to fan the flames of your arousal. Still you don’t know what this game is they’re playing and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction right now.

“It’s not bad.” (You lie) and his lip ticks up a bit as he smirks at Joel over your shoulder.

“Told ya.” Joel says to him as if you’re not standing right there once again sandwiched between them.

You spin on your heels to face Joel, the frustration evident on your face. “Told him what Joel?” You cross your arms and pop your hip like a petulant child.

Frankie moves closer to you, pressing his exposed chest to your back.You can feel his hardness pressed into you as you try not to move. A small intake of breath causes your chest to brush into Joel’s. The amusement is written all over his face as you struggle to remain composed.

Frankie leans down close to your ear and you close your eyes for a brief moment savoring the feeling. “He told me…you were a little brat Luna.”

“You keep calling me Luna…I don’t know what that means.”

He tsks at you while his thumb traces a line along your jaw. “Oh…I thought you knew everything.”

They’re having too much fun playing with you, obviously having planned the whole thing out long before you registered what was happening.

“Is someone going to fill me in as to what’s going on?”

“You’ll be filled soon enough, Moon.”

Frankie turns you toward Joel and if they keep spinning you you’re not gonna know which way is up. Just when you think they can’t possibly get any closer Joel moves in and grabs Frankie behind the neck.

You’re frozen to the spot as you watch the two men kiss over your shoulder. Your knees would’ve buckled at the sight if you weren’t quite literally trapped between them.

Before you have a chance to speak Frankie grabs your jaw and tilts your head back, his soft pillowy lips crash into yours as his other hand trails its way to your breast giving a light squeeze. You register another hand skating up your thigh slowly making its way higher.

His tongue prods your mouth for entry and a quiet whimper leaves you as you feel another set of lips on your neck. They’ve both got you so keyed up you can hardly breathe.

Frankie pulls away, taking your bottom lip with him as you desperately chase the kiss. Joel rubs your arms reminding you he’s still there, grounding you in a way. Checking in to make sure you still want this. He’s waiting for you to say something- anything, but for once in your life you’re left speechless.

“We should move this to the bedroom.” Frankie saves you from your moment of panic and your feet somehow carry you to the room. Clothes being ripped and discarded along the way. Their hands are all over you, it’s intoxicating and you know for the three of you there’s no going back.

Joel urged Frankie to lay on the bed, what little control he thought he had was forgotten in a moment. You both knew who called the shots from this point forward.

“Francisco has been so generous, you should return the favor .”

You lick your bottom lip at the vision of him laid out in front of you. “Isn’t he a sight.”Joel’s behind you, the heavy weight of his cock pressed into the small of your back as he slowly coaxes you forward onto the bed.

Frankie’s chest is rising and falling as you crawl towards him,littering kisses along his thighs and his hips. He’s shaking and you’ve barely touched him. The weight of him in your hand as you slowly stroke him is strangely familiar.

You taste the beaded pearl of precum on his tip as you give an experimental lick. You take the head in your mouth swirling your tongue around as Frankie white knuckles the sheets below. “Holy shit…”

“Doesn’t she take direction so well, Francisco?”

He can’t form words as he nods watching your perfect lips wrapped around him. Joel’s weight dips the bed behind you as he watches your cunt flutter with every bob of your head. His fingers tease your entrance and you moan around Frankie’s cock as he dips two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Always so wet for me Shine…you should see it Francisco.”

Frankie’s falling apart in front of you as his curls stick to his sweaty forehead. He’s focused on you as his eyes flit back and forth to Joel pumping his fingers in and out.

Joel withdraws his fingers and before you can miss the sensation the fat tip of his cock is stretching you,filling you with each rock of his hips. “So tight for me.” The gravely tone in his voice has you clench around him while he squeezes your hips to still you. He bottoms out muttering curses under his breath.

Frankie’s a little bigger than Joel as you try and breathe through your nose to take him all in. Your chin is soaked with spit and cum as you whine around his cock. Your hand pumps the base where you can’t reach. You’ve never felt this full as Frankie strokes your face trying to hold his composure.

Your lungs burn for air but he’s looking down at you with something akin to admiration as his breathing grows ragged.

“Relax your throat hermosa.” You will yourself to relax and you feel the tip of him at the back of your throat. “Oh fuck…good girl.”

“She likes when you tell her she’s doin a good job.” Joel heaves behind you sending you further down as your nose brushes the soft curls at the base of his cock.

You’re trying to focus on Frankie but Joel’s hand presses you down making you arch your back,you can feel every curve and ridge as he drags through your tight walls.

“Joel…” Frankie’s pleading and his voice is wrecked as he’s on the brink of release, but he doesn’t want this to be over too soon.

Joel’s hand grips your hair pulling you off him with a loud pop. You’re gasping for air as you’re still connected by spit. You’re sure you're a mess but Frankie looks at you as if you’re everything to him. “You’re doing so good for us.”

A silent conversation is had between the two men and suddenly you’re on your back at the top of the bed. Frankie’s mouth works all over your body as he suck’s your nipple into stiff peaks.His large hands grip your waist sure to leave bruises. “You’re shaking hermosa.” Your skin is hot to the touch and your mind is overstimulated and all you can manage is a whine. “I’ve got you okay.” You nod as he nuzzles into your neck.

Joel bends over him trailing kisses down his spine and now he’s the one shaking. This moment is more than carnal desire as Joel looks at you like he worships the ground you walk on.

“You okay, Shine?” Your control is slipping as you squeak out a yes. Neither of you dare make a move without Joel’s approval.

Joel leans across grabbing something from the nightstand drawer as Frankie continues to worship your body, your face, your breasts, the way you smell of sex and vanilla scented body wash.

Frankie gasps as a cold substance drops down his ass and hits his hole as it trails further down his balls.He shudders above you as he grips the base of his cock, teasing it up and down your slit.

He turns to see Joel squeezing a clear liquid from an unmarked bottle. “Fuck where’d you get lube?” He’s panting above you as the anticipation builds, he hasn’t let anyone have this much control ever.

“It’s for special occasions.” You both say simultaneously. His cheeks darken momentarily at the thought of being a (special occasion).

Joel holds his fingers out in front as you lean in and suck on them. Bobbing your head as you just were, eager in every action as you swirl your tongue around his digits.

“Relax Francisco.” His words were echoed back to him by Joel. This certainly isn’t his first time but this feels different. It’s not rushed or hasty. Joel is deliberate in every step he takes.

He sinks a finger in as Frankie grits his teeth, Joel’s thick digit moving in and out slowly until he feels him relax and adds another. “I need to open you up so you can take me like our girl does.” Fuck…The sudden intrusion gives way to pleasure as he tilts back, biting down hard on your breast.

Joel pulls his fingers out leaving a temporary void as Frankie feels the fat tip of his cock press against his hole. Joel pushes in slowly, teasing back and forth, waiting for any signs of discomfort. He can feel his muscles relax around his shaft as he goes further and further.

Your pussy is aching to be filled again but you could come from the display above you as Joel takes what he needs and Frankie holds on to every thread of resolve he has left.

You look between you as his cock leaks a steady trail of precum on your stomach. The tip red and angry begging for release. His eyes meet yours in a moment of need asking for permission. “Please Frankie…” Your words are cut off as he enters you slowly, setting the same pace as Joel.

“Jesus Christ…” Frankie half shouts as he tries not to black out at the sensation of your tight walls and Joel’s cock all at once. Lewd sounds of the three of you echo off the walls as Joel rocks his hips back and forth.

“That’s it…you’re taking me so well.” Now Frankie knows how it feels to be praised, he's never felt so full. This was an addiction he’s not willing to kick anytime soon.

Joel doesn’t know where to look. At you as you cling to Frankie, your eyes rolled back in pure bliss. He looks down at where they connect as he moves in and out reveling in the way Frankie pushes his hips back meeting every thrust. Something primal is stirring inside as he bites down hard on his lip to stave off his release.

Joel grunts and gasps picking up the pace as Frankie clings to you for dear life. His mutters of English and Spanish in your ear as he takes what Joel gives him. “Mierda siente tan bien.”

You’ve been in his position before as you whisper soft praise under your breath.

He mirrors every movement as Joel’s grip tightens on his waist and his hips are flush against him, he thrusts into him and Frankie lets out a choked sob as he pushes further into you. He’s got both your wrists in an iron lock grip on one of his hands above your head.

Duel chants of their names leave your lips as he punches the breath out of you with every thrust. His cock hitting something deep inside as you dig crescent moons into your hand.

Frankie has a moment of panic as he notices tears cascading down your face.”Am I hurting you?”

“No…fuck it feels so good.” You keen as you arch your back off the bed, wrapping your legs around both men desperately pulling them into you.

“She’s real pretty when she cries.”Joel whispers in Frankie’s ear as he rutts into him. “Fuck he’s got a dirty mouth.” Frankie grunts above you.

Every axon fiber in your body screams at you to hold on but you’re quickly approaching your edge.

Joel leans down, capturing your lips as you feel another tongue slide into the embrace.It’s all tongue and teeth as the three of you seize this moment in time.

“Come for me Shine.” His raspy voice tells you he’s barely holding on as he bites down on your pulse point.

Frankie can feel you contract your muscles as you moan loudly in his ear,they’re falling over the edge with you and reality as they come in the same breath. Frankie fills you as Joel lets out a choked sob behind him.

Joel braces the wall to not collapse on the both of you as he catches his breath. You could lay here for an eternity with them and the crushing weight of their affection as they whisper soft praises and kiss your sweat soaked body.

A long moment passes as the three of you stay connected, your deep breaths evening out as you come down from your high. You feel hollow as they shift off you but Frankie doesn’t let you out of his grasp as he pulls you into his chest, planting kisses along your back.

You both watch as Joel lazes off to the bathroom and runs the water until it heats up.You’re already drifting off to sleep as he returns with a washcloth. You vaguely register his hands wiping your face and gently down your center, both men speaking in hushed voices.

No words are spoken as sleep carries you away. The soft sounds of your men and the rise and fall of their chest as they cage you in. The three of you finally complete.

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kamerikan · 1 year

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Heavenly illustration by Zel Carboni for "Where The Devil Says Goodnight" by K.A. Merikan <3

#priest kink #k.a. merikan #folklore #slavic #slavic mythology #horror books #mm romance #mm smut #lgbtq books #queer horror #gay books #gay romance #gay couple #gay illustration

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mysticm3ss · 11 months

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Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zen | Ryu Hyun/Main Character, Zen | Ryu Hyun/Reader, Zen | Ryu Hyun/Original Female Character(s), 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character, 707 | Choi Luciel/Reader, 707 | Choi Luciel/Original Female Character(s), 707 | Choi Luciel & Main Character Characters: Zen | Ryu Hyun, 707 | Choi Luciel, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee (Mystic Messenger), Kim Yoosung, V | Kim Jihyun, Vanderwood (Mystic Messenger), Choi Saeran, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Love Triangles, Heavy Drinking, Creampie, Angst, Multiple Endings, Named Main Character (Mystic Messenger), Plus-Size Main Character, Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content, but only towards the very end, Reset Theory (Mystic Messenger), POV Second Person, Mental Health Issues, Borderline Personality Disorder, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cheating, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

After Ending 2 of the April Fools DLC, Zen has realised that 'MC' doesn't exist... but in another world, a young woman named Leah does. With Seven's help, the pair of them manage to bring her—you—into their reality.

But even when you're desperate to escape your old mundane life, adjusting to living in a fictional reality is no easy feat—especially when you have your own set of mental health issues to cope with. With that said, though... it is nice to be hugged by your favourite fictional characters.

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I finally finished writing this goddamn fic!!! please read it and comment lol I've done sooo much writing the past few days my brain is dead

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michaelwapshot · 1 year

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Kicked Out, Part 1—gay erotic romance set at boarding school in the 1970s. Jock/nerd, tutor/student, straight to gay.

immersive 📕 emotional ❤️‍🔥 explicit 🌶️

Available on Amazon/KU.

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ddovebooks · 5 months

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It's all on smashwords so go get the goods!

#mm dark romance #indie author #black friday book deals #smashwords author #books on sale #mm smut #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat

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messylustt · 6 months

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v.29.10.23 day fifteen: cuckholding ( nsfw )

miguel’s theory — hobie brown / miguel o’hara + reader ( spiderverse ) : miguel, your boyfriend, has noticed how close you and hobie are. so, he tests out a theory.

marks cuckholding. jerking off. miguel watching you and hobie. established relationship with miguel. p in v. female oral.

hobie stares at miguel, blinking. did he just say what he think he said? miguel isn’t wavering. “well, since you guys are so close…i thought you wouldn’t mind.” miguel states rather coldly. “nah, that’s not it. it’s jus’…you actually want me to fuck her?” hobie raises his brows. at the thought his pants are already starting to strain. you were his best friend, and yes many thought that you appeared really close. miguel was your boyfriend, and at noticing the minimal distance between you and hobie he decided to test out a theory.

“if you aren’t up for it—“ but miguel is instantly cut off by hobie, who just couldn’t pass up his sudden streak of luck. “when?”

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you had had a similar reaction. though your best friend was cute you were with miguel. and miguel being miguel his uncharacteristic recommendation left you shocked. he was a possessive man at heart. anyone knew that. but either way you soon found yourself laid back against the bed, as hobie widened your legs leaning in and licking at your pussy. you could see miguel from your line of sight, his dark gaze sending shivers down your spine, as you looked back down at hobie’s head. you weren’t used to seeing wicks between your legs, as your breathing hitched. he had begun to suck on your clit, making your thighs clench around his head, your lips parting.

miguel watched the way hobie’s grip on your thighs eagerly tightened. so, your best friend did have a crush on you. how cute. soon your whines filled the room, making both hobie and miguel’s cocks swell. hobie’s fingers moved to trace your leaking entrance before he pushed two fingers in, now flicking your clit with his tongue. “how does that feel, querida?” miguel asks, massaging his hard on through his suit. “mm…good.” you mutter. “oh fuck—“ hobie’s long fingers thrust in and out of you at pace that makes you squirm.

hobie almost forgot your boyfriend in the room with you falling apart above him. your hand slips down to grab at part of his head and hair, as you grind into his face. “feel s’good…” you whimper out. “mm, i bet. your little pussy is always so greedy, isn’t she?” miguel is running his tongue along his lower lip as he watches you get pleasured. miguel now knows just how much hobie likes you, with his eager fingering and clear bulge in his pants. he now plans to keep you two away, knowing that hobie will take any chance to touch you. you’re miguel’s, and hobie needs to realise that.

but for now miguel stays seated, watching as you pant, hobie unbuckling his pants as he hovers over you. “ya were always so pretty.” hobie whispers by your ear, as he pulls out his cock, nudging your legs further apart. miguel slips his hand into his pants, eyes focused as he begins to jerk off to the sight of you. hobie slips in, groans of satisfaction leaving him, as he begins to thrust in and out, your wetness and conjoined moans filling the air. “fuck—ya feel s’good…” hobie mutters between heavy breathes, as his tongue grazes his lip ring, the sight of his best friend bouncing along his cock making his eyes roll.

he’s always wanted to touch you, but out of respect for you, and barely there respect for miguel he hasn’t. he doesn’t think he’ll get another chance like this, so he uses it well, sliding his hands under your shirt, and lifting you up by your back, as he removes the material. it’s instant when he grabs your tits, kneading them. his cold rings make your moans hitch and stutter. all the while miguel fists himself. yeah, he’s jealous, but the thought of how hobie is only getting one taste satisfies him enough to stay put.

“oh god, hobie—“ you moan out, lost in the feeling. “sweetheart...” miguel warningly coos as you quickly correct yourself. “m-miguel. fuck, miguel...” “uh huh, that’s better. let him fuck you, you feels good, don’t you? but don’t say his name.” miguel all but states, as you babble a ‘yes’, hobie’s thrusts only quickening as you both near your high. “shit, you’re so tight.” hobie hisses out as his cock twitches, his hips slowing their thrusts, as he pulls out, spilling all over your stomach and chest, as your legs shake in your own orgasm. your forehead is sheened in sweat as you shut your eyes, catching your breath.

hobie is in post-orgasmic bliss as he thanks whatever good mood miguel was in. but the look miguel gives him makes it clear that this was only a one time thing. hobie smirks to himself, looking back at your fucked out form, as he pokes his tongue out against his cheek. it’s a shame that hobie is rather competitive. and it’s a shame that you just look so good after having his cock buried deep inside you. you were his best friend before you ever got miguel. that’s got to mean something…doesn’t it?

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pimosworld · 5 months

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Frankie and Santi take a little holiday together during the Christmas season.

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kamerikan · 1 year

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A deluded serial killer and a touch starved orphan boy? Don't mind if I do... :P

(Art by Zel Carboni for "I Am God's Dagger" by K.A. Merikan)

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sugume · 3 months

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Now... Now let's talk about good ole step dad Nanami because.... 💦🐱

so much to talk about w/stepdad Nanami!! he’s so emotionally and sexually stunted, it’s both sad and adorable. stepdad!Nanami is the type to have a deranged stepdaughter who brings meaning back into his life...

I can see stepdad!Nanami just being so sick and tired of life after decades of eat, sleep, work, repeat. he has nothing to come home to, so he forces himself back out into the dating field. he meets your mother, and she takes advantage of him, but he doesn’t know because he’s been out of the dating field for so long, he just thinks that's how it’s supposed to be.

stepdad!Nanami who meets you after a handful of months and he hates himself for feeling such attraction to you. he knows he shouldn’t—you're the daughter of the women he’s dating—but he just can’t help himself. you’re so different from your mother, albeit you have her crazy spirit, you genuinely care for him. you ask about his health, interests, hobbies, and work. nevertheless, that fact that you’re absolutely stunning. he looks forward to the talks you two have when you come down from college. it feels so good to have meaningful conversations with someone who cares.

stepdad!Nanami who is a bit naive, so he doesn’t realize your sexual antics at first. he doesn’t think anything of it when you leave the bathroom door open while you shower, he just shuts it for you, trying to respect your privacy. nor does he think anything when you wear the shortest shorts and the tiniest tops. he pops a boner for sure but automatically feels like the worst man on planet Earth. he tries to stop his eyes from wandering but some days—but being so sexually frustrated, he can’t help himself. poor old stepdad!Nanami who you sent a video masturbating, and he thinks you meant to send it to another, so he doesn’t open it. what he doesn’t know is that in said video you're moaning and crying about how much you need your daddy Kento.

...that stepdad!Nanami?? because I can talk about that Nanami <3

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skzcre · 1 year

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idol!minho x nonidol!reader, established relationship.

warnings: breeding kink(!!!), minho calls the reader kitten. a little bit of dacryphilia. overstimulation.

minors dni :)

his room was dark, save from the shadows the moon casted through his curtains. a cacophony of heavy breaths and skin slapping skin filled the heavy air. minho said he needed to go to bed early tonight to prepare for a very busy day preparing for the comeback.

but you had the absolute audacity to be waiting in his room wearing nothing but one of his striped long sleeves, teasing him with the sight of your thighs just barely covered by his comforter. how was he supposed to be any sort of responsible when you looked this delicious?

“shit.” he practically threw the comforter off your sweaty bodies, not caring where it landed. he was back on you immediately, pushing your plush thighs upward to let your legs rest on his shoulders before continuing his descent somehow deeper and deeper into you. you couldn’t help but to cry out for him, gripping the sheets for dear life.

minho often fucked like his life depended on it. like it would be the last time he’d get to feel your warmth or hear you keen his name. like he needed to stamp his name across every section of your body, and you fucking loved it.

there were tears blearing your vision but even in the dark you could see him so clearly. the furrow in his brow, the sheen of sweat covering his face and body. the way his abs constricted with every thrust, how his biceps flexed when he gripped your ass. like a greek god, sculpted from the finest materials known to man, and he was all yours. absolutely whipped for you whether he’d like to admit it or not. the lengths he would go just to see you smile, the effort he put into your relationship even though you naturally couldn’t see each other as often as you’d like due to his profession.

“fuck, i love you so much, min.” you whimpered out, your brain reduced to complete mush by this point. “so fuckin’ good, feels so good.”

“mm, i know, baby.” minho let your legs fall, leaning down to leave his pretty marks over your neck and jawline. his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shiver every single time. “if you keep squeezing my dick this good i might have to marry you.”

he gave you one particularly hard thrust and didn’t move, opting to stay buried deep within you. this time you screamed, back arching off the bed while your nails scraped against his arms.

“nngh…t-too deep..!”

“i wouldn’t stop fucking you, kitten. i’d fill you to the brim every hour of the day, fuck you in every single room of our home.”

you began to whine next, squirming underneath him, trying to pull away to catch a single breath. everything was just too much to handle, he felt so good inside you that it was almost painful. but minho’s strong hands easily kept you right where he wanted you.

“c’mon, pretty, you can take more. i know you can.” he cooed, pressing soft kisses all over your face. your thighs began to tremble, toes curling as your nails dug into the skin of his biceps. “c-can’t…too much—ah!”

somehow his fingers found their way down to your clit, an electric surge crackling through your entire body. it began to move on its own, hips jutting upwards for more. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

minho drew circles around your clit, watching with adoration as you fell apart around him. “mm, that’s it. that’s my girl,”

“gonna fuck my babies into this pretty cunt.”

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mockerycrow · 4 months

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needy, and soon to be pussy-drunk ghost (fem!reader)

connected to this — nsfw below the cut. mdni!!

“please, sweetheart..”

ghost is convinced you want him to die, the way you’re withholding yourself from him. he’s on the bed on knees with you in front of him—laying back on the pillows, your legs spread to give him a view of your wet cunt, how you’re slowly pumping a finger inside of yourself and occasionally slipping it out to rub your clit. it’s pleasant, but you’re doing for the purpose of teasing ghost.

his pupils are wide and dilated, focused on how your finger runs through your wet folds, how nearly creamy strings connect and snap from your finger and your pussy; you always get so horny teasing him, the ghost who hasn’t been able to bury his face between your thighs in weeks. his mask is abandoned somewhere in the room, his face still smudged with eyeblack. “fuckin’ hell—“ ghost groans, watching you spread yourself open to him, a whine leaving you as the cold air touches your hole.

ghost’s jaw aches. his fingers twitch where they remain on his thighs, sprawled out and nearly gripping the fabric of his pants. his gut is hot with need, and his mouth nearly waters every time it seems like you’re contemplating giving him what he wants. “please.” ghost begs—he fucking begs as you slide two fingers inside of yourself this time. “don’t even need t’fuck you, jus’.. just need my mouth on ya, yeah? please, bloody hell—“

hmm. maybe you’re feeling a bit nice?

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cyberfreaky · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ´ˎ˗

pairing: sub!jake x fem!avatar

summary: during an annual festival within the clan, you notice jake flirting with another woman. once the celebration had ended & the two of you had retreated to your hut — you made sure to remind your mate who he belonged to.

warnings: nsfw content (18+ mndi), bondage, oral (m receiving), edging, p n v penetration, degradation, hair pulling, pet names, usage of ‘um’ma’ (basically means mommy, creds to @cuethediscoandthedrinks !!)

notes: i got a little carried away lmao, but look at those pics. he’s so baby girl. also i sorta lost the plot half way LMAOO but hopefully u still like it hehe

the moonlight glimmered across the crowd of eloquently dressed na'vi, everyone draped in their traditional beading and headdresses as they danced around the communal bonfire. sounds of chanting, music and cheering filled the ears of everyone in attendance, the volume travelling far into the depths of the pandora forest. it was such a joyous celebration, events such as this were a rare occurrence amongst your clan — so you planned to have the time of your life.

your arms swung high and low, knees bouncing up as you followed the beat of the banging drums. sralú, your closest friend, danced alongside you. the both of you beamed with elation, smiling widely at one another as the high of the moment sent you both into a state of euphoria. "how incredible is this?" you breathlessly proclaim to sralú.

"i haven't felt such joy in so long, ‘elyan!” your friend loudly professes over the roaring music. her eyes scanned the crowd, dark brows knitted together. “where’s the demon, tonight?”

sralú laughed as you gasped in offence, playfully shoving her shoulder defensively. “stop calling him that!” you exclaim, mimicking her actions and searching for jake amongst the swarm of na’vi. it’d been a while since you saw him, he’d wandered off after claiming he was taking a small break from the festivities.

“i’ll be back, m’gonna go look for him.” you excused yourself, manoeuvring through the dancing bodies.

you searched around the surrounding areas, slowly growing curious about jake’s whereabouts. there was no sense of worry or concern as you sought him out — worst case scenario was that he had decided the gathering was too much for him and had left. while you’d prefer for him to let you know where he was for your own easement, it wasn’t really a big deal.

the past ten minutes were spent looking everywhere you possibly could, you eventually gave up and assumed jake had retreated back to you the hut for the night. while you adjusted the traditional necklaces that laid heavily across your neck and chest, you felt the sudden urge to turn around. following your instincts, you glanced over your shoulder and noticed jake standing on the other side of the crowd, awkwardly gazing around the area. you giggled to yourself at his timidness, secretly observing him from afar as his own gaze slowly begun to wander.

his eyes were following one of the clan’s most enchanting warriors, kaytara. she was adorned with glimmering beads and finely crafted fabric — thinly veiled across her lean body. her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her back, two braided twists framed her face with silver ornaments entwined at the ends. you watched as kaytara approached jake, striking up what seemed to be a riveting conversation.

you were never the jealous type, the trust you shared with jake was enough to ease your mind. but for obvious reasons, the sight of someone brushing up against your mate and ruffling their hand through his hair did not sit well with you. your discontent only heightened when you witnessed jake grazing his hands over kaytara’s beaded chest, a smug expression on his face as he was very clearly flirting with her. you glared banefully at them both, the rage you felt forced you to push through everyone in front of you.

jake hadn’t seen you storming over until your voice chimed into his ears. he turned away from kaytara, having the audacity to excuse himself from their ‘conversation’. “ma’jake, i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” your voice was high pitched, trying to imitate a compassionate tone as you plastered on a fake smile.

“got tired from all the, y’know, celebrating. needed a break.” he admitted with a shrug.

you ignored him and turned to kaytara, continuing to wear that painted smile. “wow, look at you. such a beautiful woman you are, kaytara.” you complimented through gritted teeth.

“thank you, jake was just telling me the same thing.”

“is that right?” you brows raised questionably, looking back at your now anxious mate. “what a lovely thing to say.“ your seething face not once moving away from jake’s, his nervous anxious proving all your suspicions to be true. “i’m sorry for interrupting, please continue, jake.”

jake sheepishly said your name, his eyes pleading with you to stop. “c’mon, let’s go dance.” he grabbed your hand, you shook your head and instinctively pulled him towards your chest.

you leaned forward, your mouth hovering over his ear. “don’t ever embarrass me like that again.” you dropped his grasp and walked away, leaving jake behind with nail-biting nervousness.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

the remaining of your night wasn’t spent as excitingly as you planned. you had abandoned dancing with sralú all together and opted for the mossy ground, sitting with annoyance as you thought about jake’s behaviour. he hadn’t had the guts to approach you after you disappeared, the threatening tone of your voice was enough to scare him into the corner for the rest of the festival.

the brief walk back to your hut was tense, you hadn’t acknowledged jake once despite his efforts to get your attention. he hadn’t even imagined what you were planning inside your quipped, little mind. once you were both in the sanctuary of your home, you finally dropped the silent treatment. after all, the night had only just begun for you.

“please, listen t’me. it’s not what you thin-”

you shoved jake harshly, causing him to fall back on top of the stacks of woven mats. his golden eyes widened, lips falling ajar in disarray. “no, you listen to me.” you hovered over his body. you placed your nimble fingers below his chin, titling his head upwards. “i don’t like sharing. not my clothing, not my belongings. and especially not you.”

jake gawked up at you as he shook his head. “i wasn’t trying anything on her, i was just bein’ friendly. i swear.”

“friendly?” you stepped away, leisurely taking steps to the wooden countertop and retrieving a bundle of rope. you unravelled the bunch and allowed the rope to drag across the floor as you strode over to jake, smirking to yourself at his stunned expression.

“mm, i think you were being a little more than friendly, dove.” you straddled his lap, tsk’ing to yourself while tracing along his broad chest. jake’s breathing was unsteady as your fingertips danced across his azure skin, bottom lip caught beneath his sharpened fangs. “guess m’gonna have to teach you a lesson.” you pecked the tip of his nose, pulling away with a deceitful grin.

you knotted one side of the rope around a carved post, soon grappling onto jake’s wrists and placing them behind his head, binding them together. he gasped loudly as you tightened the rope, ensuring the rope wouldn’t untie. the bemused look on jake’s face made you laugh to yourself, his willingness to impress you despite being confused never failed to amuse you. he’d allow you to do anything to him, the power you held over him was so intoxicating. jake’s entire life now was spent holding authority over everyone around him — he wanted nothing more than to submit to the only woman who could control him.

“you look good like this.” you chuckle lowly. jake melted at the mere praise, his lips begging to be kissed.

a looming warmth blossomed within jake as you leant forward, teasing brushing your lips against his before indulging yourself in him. your tongue slipped past his parted lips, tenderly lacing it with his. your hand grazed over the pitched tent in his loincloth, palming roughly against his cock. jake groaned achingly into your mouth, chest heaving at your touch.

you pulled away swiftly, bringing your thumb to his bitten lips as you lustfully stared into his widened eyes. “desperate, little thing, aren’t you?”

jake breathlessly watched as you backed up, harshly spreading his legs apart. you were knelt between his muscular thighs, toying with the hem of his blotched loincloth. “already making a mess and i’ve barely touched you.” you taunted him, soon removing the thick fabric from his hips and revealing his throbbing length. you licked your lips at the sight, the beads of pre-cum lathered across his glistening tip exciting you.

“please.” jake urged as he bucked into the open air. “need you.”

you hissed at him, pushing his hips down. “stupid, boy.” your long nails dug into his skin, forcing jake to whimper at the stinging sensation. “stay still, or you’re not cumming at all tonight. you hear me?”

jake nodded understandingly. “yes, um’ma.”

you laid on your tummy in front of him, arching your back with your ass in the air. you snaked your soft hand around jake’s length, your tongue teasingly lapping up the salty release from his tip. jake’s guttural moans filled your ears, his tail thumping aggressively on the ground as his hips threatened to buck. “f-fuck!” jake cried pathetically.

you pressed a kiss on the throbbing head, tilting your head to the side to drag your wet tongue down the side of his cock. the veins in his length were pulsing as your delicate licks ran up and down tauntingly, occasionally leaving sloppy, wet kisses. you glanced up at jake through your thick lashes, watching his face contort with pleasure and utter desperation. his moans were like a symphony, so loud and unapologetic. the erotic sounds rippled through your own body, your cunt drenching with slick arousal.

jake was a squirming mess, the sight of you alone in front of him and your heavenly touch made his poor mind fog — his building release already close. your warm lips wrapped around jake, tongue swirling around his reddened tip as you continued to torture your lover. his head fell back against the hut wall, amber eyes screwed shut as breathless obscenities fell from his pretty mouth. “s-shit..jesus, fuck.”

you chuckled as you hollowed your cheeks, taking in as much of jake’s swelling cock as your hand pumped the remaining of his thick length — the salacious combo making jake see stars above him. your head bobbed up and down at an agonising speed, spit dripping down into your palm and allowing your hand to pump relentlessly with ease. your ample ass swayed side to side, the fullness of jake inside your mouth and his blubbering whimpers made your core ache. your plush thighs were clenched, rubbing vigorously on another to create friction against your sensitive clit.

jake’s cock twitched in your throat, his lewd grunts and rocking hips showing how close his climax was approaching. you abruptly released your hands from him, removing your lips as you sat up with a wicked grin.

“w-what’re you doing?” jake’s voice trembled, his leg bouncing with agitation. the sudden loss of your lips wrapped around him made him whine with desperation, head flailing back and forth as the painful sensation of his throbbing member was left untouched. “please, um’ma. i can’t do this. it fuckin’ hurts.” jake’s eyes pricked with tears, his edged orgasm overwhelming him to an unknown degree.

you straddled jake’s thigh as he crumbled below you, smiling cruelly at the thrashing mess he was. “is that right?” you tease, staring deeply into his glassy eyes. your long fingers traced the skin of his lower body, purposely avoiding the pained area he needed you most. you giggled at jake’s strenuous efforts to get himself off, stupidly thrusting himself in the air in hopes that you would wrap yourself around him again.

seeing jake so desperate for your touch nearly made you feel guilty for depriving him of such a euphoric release. you were so smug, selfishly relishing in the way jake yearned for you. his lips were so bitten, drops of blood had been drawn. the way he fought against the rope with such force, frantically trying to rip through the knot so he could finally coax out his sweet climax. you could see a hint of resent in his flustered eyes, if the straps around his wrists were to untie — you knew jake would pounce onto you and fuck you until you were nothing but a pool of pleasure. this fuelled you in such sadistic ways, the feeling of having complete control over him was so fucking intoxicating.

you bit along his neck, nipping harshly at his skin to leave a trail of love-bites. his jolted movements made you pull away from his throat, watching him grunt incessantly. “stop being such a fucking baby.” you laughed as jake yanked against his restraints, the discomfort in his cock becoming too much to handle.

“anything, um’ma, do anything.” jake pleaded, an actual tear falling down his flushed cheek. you licked the salty tear from his face, pressing a gentle kiss on his swollen lips. his eyes looked hopelessly into yours, ears flattened against his dark hair with a pouted expression. “m’sorry for talking to that girl, i won’t do it again.” jake breathed shakily, sucking air in through his teeth. “i’m begging you. please..please touch me.”

you wanted to fight the urge to pity him, but you were struggling. while it was fun to punish him for his behaviour — rewarding him would result in a reward for you. isn’t that a treat? “you’re lucky you’re so pretty.” you stood up before jake, untying the thread of your own dampened loincloth and throwing it aside.

the view and scent of your dripping pussy made jake whine hungrily, a pool of drool forming in the corner of his mouth. your fingers clasped around jake’s length as you slowly lowered yourself, rubbing his throbbing tip throughout your soaking folds. you grasped into his shoulder for balance, both yours and jake’s depraved moans filling your shared hut. you couldn’t help but crash your lips onto his again, muffling erotic grunts into each others mouths as you sunk yourself entirely on him — the globes of your ass nuzzling against his swollen balls.

“argh!” you mewled, your hands brushing through jake’s hair and gripping it tightly. the sensation courses through his sprawled out body, hitting him in the most pleasurable ways. you braced yourself for a moment, the stretch of his girth was still a feeling you needed to adjust to. “mm, such a good boy for um’ma, aren’t you?” you praised him, earning a feeble whimper from jake as he nodded hazily.

with your legs squatted down on each side of jake’s thighs — you slowly began to bounce yourself, wailing loudly at the fullness of jake inside your tight cunt. your pace was tedious, wanting to savour the feeling of his cock pressing against your gummy walls, the rippled veins pulsating deep inside you. your grip on jake’s sweating hair had grown tighter, you pulled his head back to force him to look into your eyes.

“tell me how it feels.” you panted fervently, alternating your bouncing to a slow grind, rolling your hips sensually as your pelvis rocked against his. “wanna hear those pretty moans.”

“feels so good.” jake grunted mercilessly, holding himself back from thrusting up into you. “..oh, god..feels like fuckin’ heaven.”

you reviled in the way his body trembled below you, feeling nothing but the warmth of your heat. you could watch him like this all day, teary eyed begging for you to let him cum. jake imagined his large hands rubbing all around your sweating body, grappling tightly on your hips to bounce you harder on his raw length.

the pornographic thought excited him, impulsively causing his hips to thrust hard into your pussy. your foggy mind couldn’t find the energy to even care at this point, you unconsciously allowed him to fuck himself into you as the speed of your bouncing increased. the squelching sound of your wet cunt fuelling the brewing orgasms between you both.

“so desperate t’cum, huh?” you giggle through breathless pants, arms now wrapped around the base of his neck. your fluttering eyes bored into jake’s, mouths fallen ajar as both your aroused moans filled the hut.

jake nodded tiredly, his poor lips bitten raw from containing his roaring grunts. “only if i’m allowed.”

“that’s a good boy.” you whisper in his ear, feeling your own climax approaching. “i want you to cum with me, m’kay?”

“yes, um’ma.”

your moves were expert, thrashing and riding to coax out your mate’s desperate orgasm. the slapping of wet skin and the primal cries of pleasure soared from wall to wall, creating such a lewd and aggressive atmosphere. jake’s deep ruts were hitting your spongey spot as you bounced passionately up and down his quivering cock, feeling the warmth inside you spread to every shaking limb.

within minutes the coil within you snapped, your walls clenching hard around jake. “y-yes! c’mon, baby.” you groaned salaciously, steadying your pace as your release wore you down completely, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

your words were his permission to let go. “um’ma, m’cumming..fuck!” his thrusts became sloppy as ropes of his white cum spurted inside you, devilishly mixing with your own sopping release. the feeling of him filling you up made your legs give out, knees hitting the floor as your bodies trembled uncontrollably from the intense climax.

you were completely breathless, your beaded chest pressed against jake’s bare one as you tried to collect yourself. the two of you remained in that exact spot for a moment, your lungs struggling to administer air. you didn’t want him to pull out of you just yet — and jake had no intentions of leaving the warmth of your tight core.

after minutes of shared silence, you finally managed to find a slither of energy. you brought your face up to his, the pad of your thumb wiped away his remaining tears. his honey eyes were cloudy, a small smile growing on his cherry lips. “i love you.” you whisper, your frail hands cupping either side of his flushed face as you kissed him one last time.

“i love you, too, um’ma.”

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