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regulusmoons · 1 year

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“Drugged Puppy” - Smut

This isn’t about anyone specific and doesn’t cater to anyone, but that just means you get to imagine anyone!

Content Warnings - Hardcore Smut, Female Reader, f for m, Mommy Kink, Petnames, Hypnosis Kink, Drug Kink, Ownership Kink, Praise, Degredation, Lmk if I missed any!!!

Word count - 2,292

I was in his lap, straddling him, rocking my hips back and forth on his big cock, now straining against his sweatpants that are torturously still on. I have to be patient though, i have to build it up for him, then make it so intense its mind numbing. He bucks his hips up into mine desperately trying to get more than I’m currently giving him, not a good move on his part. I pull away from his lips and whisper in his ear “Now I know you’re a needy little slut but that's no excuse to try and get more than mommy’s giving you.” I lean away from him, give a light caress to his cheek, and then suddenly I slap him across the face. He moans in exclamation, “I’m sorry mommy, I’ll be a good slut for you.” I grin and say, “That's what I thought, such a good boy.”

I push him to where he’s on his back on the bed, I dismount him, standing beside the bed, staring down at him. “Get up and strip puppy.” I demand in a forceful yet caring voice. He arises, as he does looming over me, he may tower over me but he submits so easily, it’s pathetic in the most adorable way possible. He begins to undress, doing so slowly, he’s teasing, he’s provoking; usually if he was to do something like this i would bend him over and make his ass redder than a fucking firetruck, but tonight i just enjoy the show, watching him carefully peel off every piece of clothing.

When he finishes I push him back on the bed, he slams on the bed, I begin giving light caresses all over his body, barely touching, being very delicate yet precise with every caress. I snap my fingers and begin, “DROP.” He drops. “That’s right baby, drop, drop deeper into that state of hypnosis I know you love. Focus on my every word, let it be all that fills your pretty little head... When you awaken anytime you hear my voice it will make your stomach flutter, like little butterflies are fluttering around in there, anytime I call you one of your pretty little nicknames, anytime i say something dirty, something to tease, something sexy, something sensual you will feel it. You will feel it in your cock, you will feel it in your mind, you will feel it in the entirety of your pretty little body. Your cock will twitch; your eyes will roll back; your hornyness and needyness will double; you will feel a wave of pleasure run through you, starting at your head, flowing down to your chest, out to through your arms, to your stomach, down to your pretty cock that i love oh so much, down your legs, ending at your toes. Every Word that drips out of my lips will have an effect on you, I’ll have an effect on you, my touch, my smell, my lips, everything. The effect as mentioned will cause you to feel as you’re getting higher and higher, on the drug that is me, while the effect will come slowly and subtly at first, but after a while you will feel like your floating, like every word is a wave that runs through you, all of your good feeling will enhance, you will feel bubbly, happy, warm inside, it will feel utterly immaculate and euphoric.”

I once again snap my fingers, “UP.” He wakes from his trance, eyes glazed over, looking delicate in a way. He’s so beautiful, the feelings I feel with him are unreal. He's all I can focus on at the moment, which isn't unusual when I’m with him, no matter the state of undress he’s in, but now, while he’s laying naked before me, it’s almost as I’m the one in trance, he’s like a piece of artwork, I study every inch of him, even though I’ve seen him so many times before, I love the way he has a trail of hair from his stomach going down to his cock, I love the way his cock curves upwards, I love seeing all of his muscles, I just love him.

I snap out of it, to once again focus on the task on hand, fucking the absolute shit out of my good pet. I lean down close to his ear and whisper, “How are you feeling, my pet?” He whimpers, “So good mommy.”

“Good baby, now, since you’ve been so good for me, what part of me do you want on your cock?”

“Anything Mommy… anything… just what you…please… fuckk…”

“ Such a submissive and docile little slut, aren't you? So obedient for me… you know your place so well.” I finish in a sultry tone.

I begin to caress his body once again, guiding my hands down to his cock, which is now dripping in precum. I take my finger and swipe the sticky secretion from his cock, I lick the salty mixture off my finger, a moan slipping out as I do so. He bucks his hip as I do, a whimper falling from his pink lips.

I know the high is starting to kick in, he’s feeling lighter and lighter with every word I say, with every name I call him, with every touch I give, with my smell filling his nostrils more and more. I want to make it worse.

“You taste so good puppy… so pathetic how you're dripping for me already, I’ve barely even touched you. My pathetic little whore…” He whimpers at my words.

I step back in front of him and start undressing, I get down to my bra and panties, I start running my hands over the curves of my body, teasing him. I unhook my bra letting my tits drop down, bouncing lightly as they do so.

“F- fuck Mommy, they’re so pretty, so perfect… love them so much.” He whimpers

“Aww. Well they’re all yours baby boy.”

I see his eyes roll back and almost give in, wanting no more teasing, just wanting to finally fuck him. I keep my composure though and begin to trail my hands down to my panties, slowly letting them drop to my ankles.

Now completely naked, with him ogling, I walk towards him with a sensual essence. I get on the bed crawling up between his legs, I rest back on my knees and begin running my hands back and forth on his thighs. I love teasing him like this, tempting him, it is getting harder and harder as i go on though. Feeling my nipples and clit exposed to the cold air around me is an amazing yet tedious feeling.

I finally drag my hands up his thighs and start slowly brushing my fingers over his dripping cock. I know that by now a high is slowly starting to take effect, soon enough he’ll be so high he’ll barely be able to think, the only thing on his mind being the want to cum and me getting him closer to that.

I start rubbing my thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the cum around. Whines start to escape from his lips, sounding absolutely angelic.I lean over and spit on the tip, it runs down his cock, so slowly, a moan erupts from him. I lean down and give a small lick to to his tip.

He instantly bucks his hips once again, I slowly lift my head, lean towards him, putting my hand on his chest, my head directly above his, I deliver a hard slap to his cheek. “Only take what I, so graciously, give you, or you won’t be cumming. Only good puppies get to cum.”

“Yes mommy, m’ sorry”

“Mmmm such a needy slut.”

“So needy for you mommy.”

I go back to my position on my knees in between his legs,I lean my head back down and start sucking on the tip of his beautiful cock. Moaning around it as I relish the taste on my tongue. I slowly take him deeper and deeper down my throat, till I can't fit anymore in. I stay there for as long as I can handle, then begin slowly going up and down, taking him in and out of my throat. His moans and whimpers fill the room, with strings of “Mommy” and “Fuck” mixed in.

After a while he gets brought to the edge, his breathing becomes faster, his moans louder, he can practically taste the approaching orgasm, but right before he can fall over the edge I stop. Pulling back from his cock with a string of spit following, as I do he loudly whines. I sit for a moment, enjoying the view before me, his legs slightly shaking, his cheeks flushed with a bright pink tint, his eyes glazed over, and of course his cock standing tall and red coated in my spit.

“Such a pretty little pet, aren’t you? Such a pathetic mess for me.”

“Thank you mommy”

“Now here’s what's gonna happen, I’m gonna ride you, and you're gonna make me cum 3 times, you may not cum at all until the third time, the third time we’ll cum together. “

“But mommy-”

“No. No buts. That's what's gonna happen, you know exactly what to say if you don’t want it. By the way, I won’t stop, even if you get close. So you better be a good slut and me cum quick.”

“Yes mommy”

“That’s what I thought. Good boy!”

I begin to climb on top of him, with my legs on either side of his waist, I line my pussy up with the tip of his cock and slowly drop down on it. A moan erupts from both of us as I do so. I know that now he’s floating in his high, in his pleasure. I know all the energy in him is pulsating, there isn’t a single thought on his mind other than me, and the pleasure of having my pussy wrapped around him. I start bouncing up and down on his cock, moving slowly, torturously.

“May touch you mommy?” He moans out.

“Yes baby boy, you may touch wherever you want.”

His hands immediately fly towards my tits, pawing at them roughly. He begins pinching my nipples, hard,a mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through me, I moan out, practically screaming. I know he loves it, he may be my submissive at this moment but he still loves making me scream, especially when it's from ‘pain’.

After a while of playing with my tits, his hand starts to travel down, he begins rubbing my clit, matching my slow pace. I begin to speed up, bouncing up and down as fast as I can, my tits bouncing, the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs flowing through the room along with our moans.

“Fuck mommy… feels so good… I feel so good… so floaty.”

“Good puppy, float for me, feel the pulsating pleasure consume you.”

He rubs my clit faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My breath quickens, I become sloppier with my strokes, my moans become louder, and suddenly a wave of pleasure runs through my body, my pussy starts clenching around his length,I cum hardly and intensely, screaming in pleasure as I do so.

His assault on my clit doesn’t stop, I continue bucking my hips back and forth, I now lean over and start kissing up his chest. Leaving a trail of hickeys and love bites as I do so, leaving a reminder to him and anyone else that sees that he’s mine, all mine. I get all the way up to his neck and after leaving quite a few marks, I go up to his lips, string at them for a moment, appreciating them, I lean down and give a small peck, of course he whines. I decide not to be so cruel and crash my lips onto his, roughly making out with him, intertwining our lips and tongues, barely even stopping to breathe.

Before I know it he brings me to the edge once again, this time I start driving down on his cock harder and harder, moaning vulgarly into his lips. I once again cum hard around him, clenching so hard my pussy practically pulls his cock deeper into me.

I lean over to his ear and breathily whisper, “Such a good boyyy, you made mommy cum twice so now you get to cum, but remember, we’re cumming together so dont cum before I do, do you understand my pet.”

“Yes mommy… I understand… thank you…”

“You’re very welcome, my pet.”

He quickens his abrasions on my clit, and leans up to take my left nipple into his mouth. All the stimulation is almost mind numbing, he lightly nips my nipple and my eyes roll back, I’m quickly brought to the edge of my third orgasm.

“I’m close puppy”

“Me too mommy’

“Cum with me my love”

We both let the rush of our orgasms come crashing down upon us, screaming and panting. I know the high mixed with the edging made his orgasm extremely intense and mind numbingly euphoric.

I get off of him and start to clean us both up,and clear him, I help him put his underwear back on and put a blanket over him. I decide to quickly dress in my panties and his shirt, to not leave him alone in bed for too long. I crawl in bed with him, resting his head on my chest, intertwined in eachothers arms. I whisper, “You did amazing sweetheart, I love you”

“I love you too mi amor”

We both fall asleep in eachothers arms in a peaceful bliss.

#hypno fantasy #mommy k!nk #drug k!nk #smut #praise and degredation #sub!james potter #sub!neville #sub!loki #sub!peter parker #sub!genshin #sub!kpop

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illfoandillfie · 11 months

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A Different Kind of Eduation: R Is For Role Play (Chapter 12)

ADKoE MASTERLIST

Pairing: Professor!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After being broken up with for not being kinky enough, Reader seeks out her professor to give her some private tutoring so she can win her boyfriend back.

Chapter Summary: Reader steps out of her comfort zone. Roger steps into the past.

Warnings: Modern AU, smut (18+), slow burn romance, dom/sub dynamics, dom!roger and sub!reader, professor x student sex, dialogue heavy, degradation (slut/whore/etc), role play, PIV sex, a littlespanking, restrained wrists

Words: 8,007

A/N: I really make you wait for these don’t i lmao. Originally this chapter had more stuff meant to be in it but while writing it I realised it would end up ridiculously long and tbh I would rather give you 2 short chapters than 1 long one. I can’t make any promises about when the next chapter will be up but it should also be on the shorter side so hopefully that makes it a bit easier to write.

As always *** indicates the smut scene.

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Once again you found yourself outside Roger’s house, stomach in knots with nerves. Though not the usual nerves. You’d checked the curriculum before you left the house that morning, wanting to be prepared, and the one word that he’d used to describe that week’s lesson had been rolling over in your mind ever since. Roleplay. Somehow the idea of roleplay was more terrifying than all the bondage and spanking in the world could ever be. The arts had never been your forte, and the idea of acting and improvising and playing a character made you feel apprehensive and sweaty. But, you trusted Roger to not force you to do something you really hated the idea of, and so you let yourself in through the front door, as had become the usual custom. You were still providing drinks to accompany the dinners Roger made and, as soon as he saw you, he directed you to grab out a couple of wine glasses from the cupboard. You did so, trying to put your worries about the upcoming topic aside and just enjoy a nice meal with him. Briefly, you wondered if Roger could sense your uneasiness, his gaze settling on you like he was trying to read your thoughts, but then his eyes shifted back to the stove as he asked how your day had been and you gladly accepted the distraction.

It wasn’t until you were settled at the desk in his study that you felt nervous again. “Okay. Tell me what’s going on, Y/N.” Roger said calmly. You cringed a little that he’d picked up on your discomfort so easily but tried to keep your voice steady as you asked, “Are we looking at roleplay today?” “Yeah, that’s correct. You don’t like the idea?” “I’m doing a biology masters Roger, I’m not an actor. I don’t really want to pretend to get pulled over by a hot cop or whatever.” Roger chucked, “Fair enough. But I’d have thought this would be one you were looking forward to since it’s going to lead up into CNC and all of that.” “It is?” “Mmhmm. I mean, Consensual Non-Consent is just acting out a non-consensual experience. It’s a little more hardcore than the roleplay we’ll start off with, but it is related.” “Well, when you put it like that...” “A theory lesson can’t hurt, right?” “Depends. The last couple of theory lessons you’ve had me trying prac stuff. What exactly are we going to look at?” “Well, I was going to start off with something easy. We can talk about why people roleplay and go over some of the basic scenarios – the stereotypical stuff like cops and robbers or uh, teacher and student,” he looked mildly uncomfortable but moved passed it quickly, “nurse and patient, that sort of thing. And then we can get into some of the more niche things like petplay and ageplay and then in a couple of weeks, if you’re ready, we can get into CNC and free use and the more intense types of roleplay.” You hummed in thought, “That sounds okay. I am still a little nervous about the more practical side though.” “And what exactly is causing those nerves?” You shrugged, “I already said, I’m not an actor.” “Neither am I. What’s really the reason?” For a half a second you considered arguing that he did have a background in performing for crowds, just with music instead of drama, and so he shouldn’t be allowed to make light of your nerves. But in the end you decided that being stubborn about it would just make him push harder, “I don’t want to look stupid. And I can’t imagine not looking stupid while saying that ive been a naughty girl or whatever you’re going to want me to say.” You could feel your cheeks heat as you spoke and looked down to avoid Roger’s eye. Roger hummed in thought, “Well, that’s fair enough. No one likes feeling or looking stupid. But, counter point, you don’t have to say anything as cliché as that if you don’t want to. And even if you do say something cliché, I promise it will not feel as stupid in the moment as it would if you said it now.” “Yeah I suppose so, but still.” “Anyway, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s just focus on going over what roleplay is and how people use it in sexual situations. Okay?” You nodded your agreement, hoping that knowing more would help you feel less self-conscious.

“Right, well, let’s talk about humans for a moment. We’re a creative species. We’ve been telling stories since before writing was invented, it’s in our nature to imagine, to fantasise. So, of course, it’s only natural that those ideas can become sexual. Imagining something allows people to explore desires in a way that’s safe for them, especially if it’s a desire they wouldn’t normally admit to out loud. Its why romance novels are written. Its why people seek out pornography of specific fetishes. So roleplay is a way for people take those imagined situations to the next level, making it more real by actively participating in it. There are a few different forms that roleplay can take. At the most simple it could be wearing a costume associated with a particular role, like a nurse, or with a particular character, like Princess Leia’s slave outfit.” “You’re such a dork.” “That outfit is hot. And it was just an example.” He paused to make sure you weren’t about to interrupt again, “It may just be that wearing the clothes of someone else is enough to satisfy the fantasy, but often there will be a bit more to it. A scenario. You take on those characters and act out a scene. The nurse gives a patient a physical examination, Princess Leia is held captive and tries to bargain for her freedom. There’s some sort of a story involved that the participants act out. And then finally, as an extension of that, there are the taboo roleplays. Things like pet play and age play and CNC. Taboos make people curious, and it’s very natural to think about taboo situations or acts. Roleplaying something taboo gives people a safe way to explore it. And it doesn’t even have to be particularly sexual. Sometimes it’s not about that, it’s just about being someone else, about the feelings you get or the connection with your partner in that unusual situation.” “That makes sense I guess.” “One interesting thing to note is that a lot of the “standard” roleplay scenarios are based in power dynamics,” Roger dropped his hands from where he’d made quotation marks, “a cop has power over whoever they arrested, a nurse has power over a patient, a doctor has power over a nurse. Maid’s serve, kings and queens command, the list goes on. So, why do you think that is?” “Because...Because it’s an easy place to start if you’re interested in dom/sub dynamics?" “That's absolutely part of it. It’s a great way to dabble with kink, to test the waters so to speak. But I think there’s another bigger reason that people, even very vanilla people, might be interested in roleplay. Power dynamics are so prevalent throughout our society. Everyone has a boss; everyone has had an experience with an authority figure. And it is human nature to take something mundane and create a story where it’s more fantastical, more interesting, maybe even less scary. Or, to create a story that switches the power.” “Huh. That’s a really interesting way of thinking about it." “Of course, sometimes getting into a roleplay is how people discover kinks or fetishes and they can be steppingstones to other power based BDSM practices. But I think for most people, roleplay is just something fun that lets them explore something different in an accessible and safe environment. I will admit I did consider starting you off with some roleplay stuff when I was working out the curriculum. I thought that dressing up as someone else might help you feel more comfortable exploring new areas.” “What made you decide to start elsewhere?” Roger shrugged, “I knew that CNC and those areas we’re building to would tie into roleplay and I didn’t want to get too close to them too quickly. And I didn’t want you to feel like you had to be someone else to enjoy any of it." “I think you made the right call.”

Roger smiled for a moment and then seemed to remember he was teaching a lesson, “Okay, Y/N, I want to posit a theory and I want to know what you think about it.” “Okay,” you said a little taken aback but intrigued all the same. “I suggest that we’ve already experimented with roleplay.” For a moment all you could do was stare in confusion, “But we haven’t.” “What makes you so sure?” “Because we haven’t been playing pretend or dressing up as anything. What we’ve been doing is real.” Roger looked supremely pleased as if you’d fallen into a trap he’d set. “What if I said that roleplay isn’t playing pretend.” “That's literally what you just said it was. Costumes, pretending to be something you’re not.” “Well, okay yes, a lot of the time roleplay can be about that. And that’s why you can walk into any sex shop and find naughty nurse costumes or sexy school uniforms or, fuck, even a sexy Santa outfit. But that’s just a side effect of roleplay being a way to feel like something you're not. I could still pretend to be Santa with all the double entendres about presents and chimneys even without a set of suspenders and red knickers.” You giggled at the image he’d conjured but Roger mostly ignored you. “The costume just helps the suspension of disbelief.” “Okay, sure,” you said, still smiling at the thought of Roger dressed in holiday themed lingerie, “I don’t understand where you’re going with it though.” “Okay well, let’s look at these basic scenarios we’ve been discussing. They take something mundane or even a bit scary – medical check-ups, having a meeting with an authority figure – and turn them into something fun and sexy. And in the process the people involved can explore things that turn them on but that they might feel wary about doing in a non-roleplay situation. Things like being told what to do, or something a little further like handcuffs or punishment spankings. It allows people a chance to try being more dominant or more submissive or even more hyper-sexual than they let themself be in real life. Thus, it’s a way for them to achieve a different headspace or to feel something they wouldn’t ordinarily let themself feel. And isn’t that just what we’ve been doing too?" “No,” you knew you didn’t sound very certain, but you didn’t want to accept he’d been right too quickly. “Okay, let’s look at an example. Take Daisy and Jo and their slave/master dynamic. In real life, by law, you cannot legally own another person. They can call each other the right names, they can agree on who gets to make which decisions, they can put their names down on a slave registry, they could even get Daisy a barcode tattoo if they wanted to go that far. And yet, Daisy is still her own person, Jo doesn’t really own her. Daisy has a job, she has hobbies, she has a life outside of their relationship, and she has her own thoughts in her head, her own autonomy. And you heard how when that autonomy was taken from her in a previous relationship, it stopped being a kinky dynamic and turned into actual abuse. Daisy and Jo play around with things that make them feel psychologically as if one really is the other’s slave but, in reality, she’s not. So, in that case, roleplay is no less real than other parts of BDSM. Roleplay is just the closest approximation we can get to it being real before it crosses into abusive, illegal or dangerous territory.” “That’s a pretty extreme example though,” you counted, feeling as if you were in Roger’s regular classroom discussing the results of an experiment, “What about a stock standard bondage scene?” “I think it still fits. What a lot of people get out of a dom/sub dynamic is feeling control or lack-there-of, right? And isn’t the bondage just a vehicle for making the submissive person feel as if they have no autonomy or to feel as if they can’t escape? Or for making the dominant feel like they have total control over someone else?” “I suppose so,” “Obviously in a safe, sane, and consensual scene that can’t ever really be the case. The sub always has the right to stop things, to say no. There might even be a physical way for them to get out of the bondage if they need to. The ropes just make it feel less like they have the option to get out. Ergo, it’s a form of roleplay. And we can’t ignore spanking. That for most people spanking is intrinsically tied to discipline. That a lot of the ways spanking is portrayed or thought of, both inside and outside the kink community, is related to punishment. That probably the most common spanking scene imaginable is a schoolgirl being punished by her teacher. Dressing up in a short skirt and long socks and a white blouse and promising you’ll do anything for a better grade.” You swallowed thickly, very aware that you were sitting in front of your professor. Roger seemed almost as flustered as you felt as he paused. He plucked his glasses from his nose and began to clean them on his shirt hem, his voice a little quieter when he spoke again, “And you don’t even have to get that specific with it. Just the idea of spanking as punishment within a sexual scenario can be construed as roleplay. Chances are the person being spanked didn’t really do anything bad enough to warrant a physical beating.” He put his glasses back on and the tension from moments before disappeared, “And yet everyone involved pretends they did because they enjoy the act of spanking or being spanked and because it makes them feel secure in the dynamic they’ve built. The dom is in charge, the sub obeys, there are consequences for stepping out of those boundaries. They perform their roles, and it makes them feel good and sexually satisfied and bonds them.” “Fine, okay, maybe you’re right then. But if this was your attempt to make me feel less nervous about doing a roleplay scene in prac, it’s not worked. There is still a difference between the two...even if it’s not as clear as I thought it was.” “No, you’re right, I do think there is a distinction. But I don’t think that distinction is based on one being more real than the other. And really, it’s up to the individual to figure out where that distinction lies for them. But I also think that if we consider them essentially the same thing, or at least closer related than one initially presumes, it can help you remember one very important fact.” “Which is what?” “BDSM is a conscious choice. And to me, knowing it’s a choice offers so much more safety and security than considering it “real” does. Whether I’m acting as the dom or the sub, it's a reminder that everyone involved has actively chosen to be there and if that desire to be there changes, everyone has the option to say as much. Which ultimately makes things more enjoyable.” You’d already known that Roger cared about your safety and how much you enjoyed yourself, but you couldn’t help but be touched by his obvious enthusiasm for the topic and his sincere way of expressing it. It was something you hadn’t been able to properly appreciate when you first started your lessons, but the more time you spent with Roger, the more he voiced his thoughts on sex and BDSM relationships, the more you found yourself admiring him. It made you feel like you’d definitely picked the right person to learn from.

“We have two options now. Number 1, we can keep going with theory and look at some more specific areas of roleplay, maybe more taboo stuff like pet play and age play. Give you a sense of where roleplay can lead and how different dynamics like that work. Or, number 2, we can discuss some options for a possible prac scene and, if we can settle on something we both like the sound of, maybe we could try it out. I’m going to leave it up to you though. Whatever you're comfortable with. Although I will say, I would feel better about exploring CNC with you the coming weeks if we’d played with a simpler roleplay before then.” “So I have to roleplay then.” “It doesn’t have to be anything big and it doesn’t have to be tonight. But, yes, I would like it if we did.” “Did you have any scenarios in mind for us to do in prac?” “Nothing picked out but I can offer some suggestions you might like.” “Okay, hit me.” Roger hummed in thought, “I mean, basically anything can be a roleplay scenario. 1950s housewife and her husband, royalty and their servant, strangers meeting at a bar, a couple engaging in an adulterous relationship. Even fictional characters are possible. Are you into superheroes? I could be uhhh, I don’t know, Batman? Save you from some danger and you’re so gratefully horny about it.” You snorted, “Maybe something else.” “Do you want to go with something vastly different from our actual lives or something that’s a bit more familiar?” “Umm, maybe something more familiar would be easier to do without feeling like a complete wanker.” “In that case,” he made a clicking sound with his tongue as he considered your options, “you could be the babysitter I hired to look after my kids. Orrrr, I could be a repairman fixing something for you.” You didn’t hate the sound of either of them but also weren’t totally sure you wanted to do either and made an uncertain noise in response. “I suppose if you wanted we could do a teacher/student thing.” You shook your head, “That’s too much like real life, I think it’d make me feel weird.” “Okay, good,” Roger sounded relieved, “In that case...maybe something with a similar dynamic but less baggage... a boss and employee? You could be asking for a raise or something like that.” You shook your head again, though more out of amusement than disinterest. “There is always a doctor or nurse thing, we both know biology after all. Or, well okay, this one might be a bit weird but hear me out.” “Okay,” “I could be a rockstar and you could be my groupie.” “Oh,” “Is that a good oh or a bad oh?” “Neither I just wasn’t expecting it. But I kind of like it I think.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. I think I could be your groupie.” “Hanging off my every word,” Roger said suggestively, gesturing between you as if to say just like you are right now. “Willing to do whatever it takes to keep my attention.” “Something like that, yeah.” you laughed, “It seems doable.” “Alright, that’s settled then. So what sort of kinks would you want to include?” “Umm the usual stuff I guess, a little bit of degradation, maybe some spanking.” “Bondage?” “I don’t think I feel like that today. Not anything like ropes or cuffs, but I think I’d be okay with you physically holding my wrists or something.” Roger hummed in thought, “That all sounds very reasonable. Any thoughts to positions?” “Umm, not really. I’d be up for most things I think.” “I think I have some ideas then. Are you ready to get started now?” You were a little torn, the part of you that enjoyed having sex with Roger more than ready to go but the part of you that was apprehensive about acting was more in control, “Maybe a little more theory first. And maybe another drink.” “Okay,” Roger gave you a reassuring smile, “I’ll grab us a top up and then we can talk a bit about where we’re going with roleplay.”

When Roger handed you the glass of wine it was hard not to gulp it down in an effort to quell your anxiety. “You know if you get too drunk we won’t be able to do any prac and we’ll have to come back to it another night. And I’d have to insist on full sobriety that time.” You narrowed your eyes at Roger and took a smaller sip before putting the glass down, “So what else have you got to teach me about roleplay?” “We might as well start talking about the more taboo forms. I mentioned age play before but I don’t get the sense Dylan is particularly interested in it, so I wasn’t intending on going into detail. All you really need to know is that it’s a form of roleplay that involves someone acting a different age than they are, typically younger.” You’d never seen Dylan look at anything like that before and he’d never mentioned it so you felt confident saying, “Yeah, I don’t think Dylan would be into that.” “Okay, good to know. The other one I mentioned was, of course, CNC. But I don’t want to start on that until we can dedicate a whole lesson to it because it’s complicated and I want to make sure we cover everything. Which leaves just one other example I gave, pet play. How much do you know about it?” “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t really understand it.” “At its most basic, pet play is a kink in which one or more participants role play as an animal.” You dutifully noted down the definition, the familiar act putting you more at ease. “Technically it comes under a wider umbrella of animal play, but I think pet play would be the more familiar term to most. There are those that engage in animal play as foxes or wolves or even mythical creatures like unicorns and dragons. But pet play as a specific subsection of animal play revolves around acting as more common animals like dogs and cats and horses.” “So, if it’s taboo and about animals, is it like roleplaying bestiality?” “No. Typically engaging in pet play is, like a lot of role play in general, more about exploring different behaviours and desires, than actually being an animal. Someone who explores pet play as a puppy might be attracted to it because it gives them a space to be playful and bouncy and loose. Or it might be because they really like the dynamics involved in being trained to do something. Whereas a someone roleplaying as a kitten might be interested less in the training and more in physical affection while still being able to play and scratch and bite.” “Uh huh,” you weren’t totally sure you understood it, but it did make pretending to be a groupie sound less daunting. “The other thing with pet play is it’s not always about sex. It’s a fun way to show and receive affection – being petted or groomed, curling up on their partner’s lap, playing silly games, just being looked after.” “That does sound kind of nice.” Roger smiled, “Yeah, it can be. But we can get more into that another time. For now, let’s just stick to human role play.” Roger frowned at his phrasing for a second and you couldn’t help but snort and roll your eyes. “There’ll be none of that when you’re my groupie,” he playfully scolded, giving you a little wink, “Are you ready?” You took a nervous breath, “as I’ll ever be I think.” Roger gave you an affectionate look, "Give me a couple minutes to get a few things ready and then meet me in my music room.”

*****

As soon as Roger left you reached for your glass again, downing the wine quickly. You poured yourself another half glass and drank as you thought. Groupies. You understood the basic premise and you could see the appeal in sleeping with band members, in an abstract sense. But you weren’t sure how much of what you knew was even close to accurate. You were mostly going off depictions you’d seen in fiction. Roger definitely knew more about it than you did, even if his band had only lasted a short while. So what would he be expecting you to say? How would he expect you to act? It made your stomach twist uncomfortably and you put the glass of wine down. You didn’t feel much like a groupie. Glancing down at your outfit you thought you probably didn’t look much like a groupie either. But maybe you could fix that, at least a little. Roger had mentioned costumes and outfits as a way to help feel more comfortable in a role play scene so, grabbing your bag, you ducked into the nearest bathroom. There wasn’t a lot you could do with your clothes but thankfully you’d taken to wearing skirts whenever you had lessons. The one you’d chosen fell just above your knees, but you were able to fold the waistband over itself a couple of times to shorten it. The shirt was a little harder to alter since it wasn’t a button up. You experimented a bit with tying it up at the hem but didn’t really like the effect so instead settled for just taking your bra off underneath it. The material was thin enough that Roger would probably be able to see your nipples and that definitely sounded like something a groupie would do. You touched up your makeup and applied some lip gloss you found at the bottom of your bag, and then as a finishing touch you shook your hair out to make it seem a little messier. Looking at your reflection you decided that at least you'd been able to do something to alter your appearance. That was when you heard the drumbeat, Roger’s signal that he was ready for you.

He didn’t seem to be playing any specific song, at least not one you were familiar with, but the beat did make you feel a little more at ease as you headed toward the music room. Something about the background noise made it a little easier to believe your roles. And seeing Roger made it easier still. The door was ajar as you approached it, but you knocked all the same, pushing it open nervously. You noticed the flannel shirt immediately. It must have been one he’d had for a few years because it seemed worn and faded and a little tight around his upper arms. It was completely unbuttoned, his bare chest visible, and you were immediately reminded of the band photo that had been so popular on the university meme pages. Roger grinned when he saw you, not even attempting to hide the up and down look he gave you as he twirled his drumstick between his fingers. The movement immediately caught your eye, and you couldn’t help but be turned on, even though you still felt a little silly standing in his doorway. “Can I help you?” Roger asked when you didn’t say anything. “Oh, um,” you could feel your cheeks warming as you tried to think what to say, “I just wanted to tell you I loved the show.” You cringed a little at what you’d come up with, feeling it was a little cliche, but it must have been alright because Roger responded with a lazy smile. “Glad to hear it love. How’d you get backstage though?” You heart stopped for a moment as you internally panicked. Why had you spent so long on your appearance without spending a single moment preparing a backstory or anything useful to say. “Don’t over think it, you’re doing great,” Roger said, dropping the cocky rockstar act and nodding in encouragement. And then, as quick as it had gone, the rockstar was back as Roger relaxed into his seat again, spinning his sticks absentmindedly. “How’d you sneak in?” “No one stopped me,” you shrugged, unable to come up with anything better on the spot. “Well it’s a good thing. I love talking to fans.” His voice dripped with innuendo, and you found yourself swallowing hard in response. "I was hoping you’d want to...talk. I’m such a big fan.” Roger beckoned you towards him, “Close the door, love, I’d hate for our chat to be interrupted.” Your stomach did another flip, although a much pleasanter one, as you stepped further into the room. It helped that Roger seemed so at ease playing his role. You could easily imagine him playing for a crowd, flushed and sweaty as he banged out a beat. Even now with shorter hair and more of a dad bod, if he announced tomorrow that he was quitting teaching to go back on tour you would have no trouble believing him. He just looked right behind his drums. Not to mention hot as hell. “Do you want to touch it?” “Touch what?” you blurted, worried you’d missed something while you’d been distracted by the thought of a sweaty Roger pounding away at his drums. “My kit of course,” he laughed, grabbing your hand and bringing it to one of the cymbals, “You seemed pretty enamoured with it.” “Oh, yeah, it’s um bigger up close than I was expecting.” The cymbal felt cool under your hand but you had to assume that was partly from how warm you felt, embarrassed both at the cheesy line you’d just said and that he’d caught you daydreaming. “Not the first to tell me that,” he replied with a wink and an easy suggestiveness that made you feel somehow even more warm. “I could show you how to use it.” “I’d love that,” you gushed, not entirely pretending. The drums did seem like fun.

You let Roger lead you around to his side of the kit, his hands settling nicely on your hips as he guided you to sit on his lap. The whole situation made you feel giggly and for a moment you forgot it was role play, wondering at when you’d got so bold as to hit on a rockstar but glad that it seemed to be working. And it definitely seemed to be working if the semi pressing into your backside was anything to go off. You suspected you were not the only one who’d felt the need to get rid of underwear. Roger’s breath hitched softly as you wriggled against him and he quickly guided his leg between yours, putting you on his thigh rather than his lap. You didn’t mind so much though, especially when he shifted, and his thigh pressed up into your cunt. Roger’s hands meanwhile were also moving, rising up your sides, the light trail of his touch making you shiver and your stomach clench with anticipation as he neared your breasts. You nearly groaned in disappointment when he pulled them away too soon and heard Roger chuckle in your ear as he reached for you hands instead. He pressed the drumsticks against your palms and then wrapped his hands over yours, guiding your movements to bang out a simple beat. The drumming was fun but it was hard to focus when his hands felt so warm and large against yours, and his breath tickled the side of your neck. “You’re a natural,” You grinned, feeling quite pleased with yourself, until you gasped when Roger pressed his foot down on the kick drum pedal and you bounced on his thigh unexpectedly. “Too fast for ya?” he asked cockily. You turned your head to try to see him better, “No, I’m a quick learner.” “Well show me what you’ve got then.” His hands moved down to your hips again, pulling you snuggly against his chest. It was enough of a distraction that he had to prompt you again, leaving you flustered as you hurried to comply. “Harder than that, love,” He said when you produced a much quieter sound than he had, “Really pound it.” He emphasised the word with another stamp of his foot. Your second attempt was better but apparently not quite to Roger’s standards because he grabbed your chin to make you look at him again. “Do you need me to show you how?” Words completely failed you so you just nodded, your stomach in knots with anticipation, practically able to feel the wet patch growing against his thigh. Roger’s gaze flicked down to your lips as you both held the moment for a second longer, and then he was surging forward eagerly. His hand moved to your neck as he claimed you, his other still at your waist though his grip had tightened to keep you in place. The drumsticks clattered to the ground and you couldn’t help the little moan that slipped out into his mouth, finally having an outlet for all the tension that had been building since you entered the room. The sound just made Roger smile, his lips quirking cockily against yours as his hands began to roam, down your thighs, pushing your skirt higher, toying with your undies. “Don’t need these,” his tone making it clear you should have left them in your bag with your bra, as he pulled them down your thighs. You raised yourself a little to help him, feeling as if you had to make up for wearing them in the first place. Roger seemed pleased with your initiative, or at least pleased that he could easily access your pussy, his fingers slipping between your lips. “So wet already,” he half moaned, two fingertips toying with your entrance. You gasped again as he worked both digits into you, pausing a moment when he was around the first knuckle so you could adjust. But he didn’t wait long before he drew them back a little and then pushed them in deeper, and then again, clearly impatient to get you ready enough to take his cock. You were growing impatient too, your head still spinning from his kiss and from how good just his hand felt between your legs. “Rog please,” you whined, trying to sink down on his fingers, though the position made it difficult, “‘m ready.” “Yeah? Ready for my cock, huh love?” You nodded and groaned, desperate to convince him as he continued fingering you. Roger just chuckled, “Of course you are. It’s the whole reason you came here, isn’t it. To be fucked by a rockstar.” You nodded quickly, ready to agree to just about anything he said. “That’s what I thought,” he almost growled as he drew his zipper down and freed his cock. His hands came back to you then and you let him guide you to stand, shifting around so that when he pulled you back down, you were aligned with his cock rather than his thigh. You moaned as his tip breached you, his cock stretching you much more than his fingers had. But it was a very good stretch and one you were more or less used to by now. You didn’t even mind that he didn’t give you time to adjust, just kept pulling you onto his lap, making you take his whole shaft much quicker than he usually would.

When you were finally seated fully, legs between Rogers’, your skirt rucked up under his palms, and your pussy stretched around the base of his shaft, both of you moaned almost in unison. “Fuck, love,” he groaned against your ear, “taking me so well.” The praise made you squirm, and Roger moaned again as you tightened momentarily around him. “Jesus. Whores like you are my favourite part of this job.” He managed to get out through his heavy breaths. You whimpered, continuing to wriggle in place, Roger’s hands still grasping you making it unclear whether or not you were allowed to move. “You don’t need to tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had, I know I am.” Roger chuckled, the cocky rockstar act back in full force, “So why don’t you show me how grateful for my cock you are and ride me.” You didn’t need to be told twice, placing your palms against his legs to help steady yourself as you began moving as best you could. You never let too much of him escape your heat, raising up just enough and then dropping your arse back into his lap. As you found a good rhythm, his hands began to wander, squeezing your breasts through your shirt at first, though he quickly pushed the material up until your chest was exposed and he was free to grope you as much as he wanted. “That’s right, fuck yourself just like that,” he growled, “feel amazing on my cock, love.” The praise only made you moan more, especially since he said it like you were lucky to be pleasuring him at all. But you knew that, despite the attitude, he really meant what he said. He was breathing hard against your neck, making you shiver as he let out little moans each time you sank down on his shaft. And then there was the drum. Roger’s foot was still on the pedal and whenever you tightened around him enough or moved at just the right angle, he'd jolt like he wanted to spear up into you and a sudden stuttered bang would sound. You chased the sound of the drum almost as much as the sound of his moans, both making it seem like he was losing control, like you were cracking through his arrogant attitude.

But Roger wasn’t going to make it too easy for you. Whether because he was intent on finishing his lesson or he was just so lost in how fucking hot the groupie roleplay was, you couldn’t tell. It added up to the same thing though. He pulled your arms behind your back and gathered your wrists together in one hand. You whined and halted your movements but Roger tutted at you condescendingly. “Is my cock too much for you? Maybe one of the other girls could handle me better.” You shook your head, “No, I just-” “Shhh love, I don’t care. Just ride me.” You whimpered but that seemed to amuse Roger more than anything. “Already admitted you came here for my cock and believe me, love, you’re not the only one. So do what I say or I’ll find another slut who’s willing to do whatever I want.” The thought of him kicking you out before either of you finished was nearly as distressing as the thought of him replacing you with someone else. You quickly began moving again, trying to get back into a good rhythm. It was harder to ride him without the leverage your arms had given, relying on your leg muscles alone as you raised and lowered yourself. But the struggle just made it all the hotter. And Roger must have agreed because he groaned again, even though you couldn’t manage to move as much as before. “Such a hot cunt,” he moaned, “don’t stop.” You whined as you felt his grip on your wrists tighten but didn’t dare stop riding him even though the effort was making you pant and your thighs were beginning to burn. Roger’s breath hitched as you next sank down, “M-might have to keep y-ou around all t-tour.” He grunted. The thought made you moan and you found yourself hoping he meant it, hoping you could accompany him on the bus and share his hotel rooms. As if reading your thoughts Roger grunted, “Fuck you when-whenever I want. Y-ou’d like th-at.” It wasn’t a question but you answered anyway, a breathy, “yes,” falling from you as you desperately tried to keep fucking down on Roger’s cock. Thankfully your unexpected response had an effect on Roger. He let your wrists go suddenly, growling as he manhandled you off his lap. Pushing you to stand, you felt yourself bent forward over the drum kit as Roger took over fucking you. You braced yourself as much as you could, the drums rattling a little as you leaned on them. Mostly you were just glad your legs were getting a break, and thankful that your cunt was being stuffed at a faster pace. All you could do was moan at how good it felt, and brokenly plead with Roger not to stop. It was perhaps the loudest you’d ever been with anyone, not just Roger, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. They were not the sounds expected from a science major who was in the middle of a sexual awakening with her professor. They were the sounds of an eager groupie. Unashamed and unapologetic.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” As if to prove that he was in charge, Roger paused, holding your hips so tight you couldn’t even squirm on the cock filling you, "Fucking cockwhore, aren’t you love?” You whined but nodded. Roger just chuckled and then picked up where he’d left, one hand moving up your back to hold in you in place as he railed into you, one hand slipping down to rub your clit sloppily. The tension in your stomach nearly had you sobbing, so close to orgasm, and without worrying about how you sounded, you began begging Roger to make you cum. It nearly pulled him from the scene. He’d hoped you’d get into it, lose your inhibitions and enjoy playing pretend, but he’d not expected to hear anything so wanton from you. He miraculously kept the rhythm of his thrusts, but momentarily lost his voice, managing only a moan at your desperation and then a croaky, “You gonna cum?” It wasn’t nearly as commanding or demanding as he’d been moments before, but he cleared his throat and said it again as a statement rather than a question. You were too far gone to notice the slip, nodding in answer to both. Roger’s lapse passed and he lay a spank against your arse, “Words, whore.” “Y-yes, yes, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, please.” He spanked you again, chuckling at your pussy’s response, before moving back to your clit, his fingers more deliberate this time. “Go o-n then love,” his breathing was heavier, strained from the effort of fucking you as well as his own approaching climax, “Cum on m-y cock and I-I’ll give it to you e-every night – of the tour.” It didn’t take much more than that and the pleasure crashed into you, Your legs trembling as Roger kept fucking you. He was swearing at how tight you felt, managing to get out half formed thoughts about how desperate for his cum you were and how jealous the rest of the band would be that you’d gone to him. To an observer it would have been unintelligible gibberish. So, it was probably good that you barely registered it, much more concerned with how it felt as Roger came too, his hips pressing against you, his cock pushed as deep as he could get it, filling you with his warm cum.

*****

You came back to yourself, still bent over the drum kit, still full of Roger’s cock, his heavy breaths hot on your skin as he gently stroked your arm. The embarrassment came quickly after that, your skin burning as you cringed at everything you remembered saying. Roger pressed his lips to the back of your neck, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” You nodded, half wishing he’d stay put just so you could avoid looking at him for a bit longer. But he didn’t. He hissed a little as he eased himself from between your legs, apologising when you reacted similarly, and then turned you around, cupping your face in both palms as he kissed you properly, on the lips. You tried to push your embarrassment aside and enjoy the kiss but it was hard to do when you kept thinking about how ridiculous you must have sounded. In fact, you were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice the sound of Roger’s fly being done up or him gently pulling your underwear back up your legs. “Thanks,” you mumbled when you realised, his palms warms where he smoothed the fabric now on your hips, grateful that he’d thought of it before cum started dripping out of you. “Guess I should clean up.” Roger caught you around the waste and shook his head, retaking his seat as he guided you onto his lap again. Only this time you were facing him so he could kiss you more.

By the time he pulled away you were feeling marginally better, telling yourself if you’d been too much of an embarrassment, he wouldn’t want to make out so soon. “See, wasn’t that fun?” he asked, his knuckle brushing against your jaw. You made an evasive gesture, “I guess so, yeah.” “C’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it when you got so into it.” “I really wasn’t expecting that. I must have sounded like an idiot.” “What? No.” Roger seemed perplexed by your statement, “Try insanely sexy.” “Really?” “Absolutely Y/N. You were perfect. I knew it was going to be fun the moment I saw you’d altered your outfit. Because that meant you were going to give it a proper try.” You smiled shyly, “It was fun.” “There we go, yeah it was!” “I assume it’s not always like that though.” “No,” he shook his head, “I mean, it depends. Sometimes you can be fully emersed in the scenario like tonight, and sometimes you know you’re both just saying lines. But that doesn’t make it less hot. Would you want to experiment more with role play?” You thought about it for a moment, “I guess I’d be open to it.” Knowing Roger, you were sure he’d ask for more details so hastened to add, “I am a little curious about how pet play works now.” Roger seemed surprised, “I was meaning like trying other scenarios – the nurse thing maybe, or... but yeah, if you want to know more about pet play I think I can teach it.” “Oh, I- fuck,” you buried your face in Roger’s neck, feeling likely to die from embarrassment if you opened your mouth again. But Roger just chuckled, rubbing your back softly, “It’s good that you told me, Y/N. I want to know what you’re curious about.” “I guess so,” you said managing to lift your head high enough for Roger to press his lips to your temple, “I'm just curious how it works because it sounds a bit weird. Especially after tonight, cause like, I imagine it’d be harder to feel fully immersed in the scenario when you’re pretending to be an animal. It’s so different from pretending to be a groupie.” “I love that you’re curious. I’ll have the kids from Thursday night until Sunday but, if you want to, we could do this again tomorrow or Wednesday to fit in a bonus lesson about pet play. Would that work?” You nodded, managing to meet his eye briefly but looking down again as you said, “Wednesday would work. And maybe, if I don’t want to try pet play we can do the nurse thing instead.” “That’s a great plan,” Roger smiled, gently tilting your head up so he could kiss you again. You melted into him, almost disappointed when he stopped. It might have just been a projection of your own feelings but you got the sense that Roger didn’t quite want to stop either. All the same, he did, his hands lingering. “I should let you go and clean up.” “Yeah,” you nodded, “I should probably be going soon.” It was at least another thirty seconds before his hands left you and you stood up.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #a different kind of education #im also posting this at work with the dodgiest internet connection so i hope it works lmao

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Break A Sweat (18+)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Rating: Explicit

Warning: rough s*x, workout s*x, hardcore smut

Summary: Eddie tries working out with Steve again and Steve starts off with a teasing stretch position.

Extended of this: Workout

After high school Eddie was really trying to improve his body and start taking care of it. He started off with changing his diet from fried foods to subpar home cooked meals. Recently he’s gotten into the physical part of helping his body become strong and healthy. Eddie knew he needed some type of motivation to get him started with the process, so he asked Steve to help him.

Last time Eddie went to Steve’s house they didn’t really workout like the average person would’ve. Steve invited him over again and he promised that this there would be no funny business. Eddie believed Steve would keep his word and planned on going back soon.

Eddie returned to the mansion after a few days of contemplating about the idea. He knocked on the door and was quickly met with Steve opening it. Eddie’s breathing became uneven once he saw Steve’s outfit. He was wearing a shirt that hugged his body tightly a long with some shorts that were shorter than the last time. Steve smiled as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Are you ready, Munson?” Steve asked while walking into the house. Eddie followed behind him and his eyes were scanning areas that made him feel a small twitch in his shorts. He tried to clear his mind of all the nasty thoughts that were running through this head.

“I guess I am. What’s the first thing we’re doing?” Eddie asked as they walked to the living room where two mats were lying on the floor. It was a nice setup for the task at hand and got Eddie in the mood to really push himself to the limit.

“Well first, we need to make sure we don’t hurt ourselves while we’re doing the hardcore stuff.” Steve sat down on one of the mats crisscrossed and Eddie joined him swiftly. Steve stretched out both of his arms in the air, his shirt lifted up slightly while doing so. Eddie felt like there was a little bit of subtle teasing going on but he couldn’t really confirm it.

“How do we prepare ourselves?” Eddie saw a twinkle in Steve’s eyes after he asked the question. He wished there was a way to read Steve’s mind and know what he had planned.

“By stretching.” Steve said as he moved onto his knees. Eddie assumed that he was supposed to follow Steve’s lead and did the same thing. He watched Steve place his hands on the mat meaning that he was now on all fours. Steve slid his arms down the mat making his back go into a perfect arch. Eddie knew this wasn’t a part of the session and Steve was going to tease him from the very start, he might as well play a long.

“Go lower.” Eddie said with his voice deeper. Steve tried to look at him while being in the position he was in. Eddie couldn’t see his face because he hid behind his arm but he could only imagine the blush forming across his cheeks.

“W-what?” Steve’s voice trembled once he heard Eddie’s footsteps coming closer to him. Steve felt a hand on his back and it slowly moved to the back of his shorts. He shivered at the sudden feeling of cool air hitting his bare ass. Eddie rubbed his hand in a circular motion over the soft skin before slapping it and Steve whined at the feeling.

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you? God, when did you become such a fucking slut Harrington.” Eddie went on to slap Steve again. His skin was starting to sting but he loved the pain that came with it. The terrible names that rolled off Eddie’s tongue made precum drip onto the mat.

“Look at you. Getting all wet just by me slapping you. Fucking pathetic.” Eddie raised his higher and slapped Steve’s ass letting it echo through the house. Steve moaned at the contact, he lowered his head as he tried to muffle his embarrassing noises. Eddie pulled Steve’s hair lightly before leaning close to his ear.

“Don’t hide your sounds, I love hearing them.” Eddie whispered. He kissed the side of Steve’s cheek and straightened himself back up. Eddie placed his hand back on Steve’s ass but he didn’t hit again he just moved his hand in circles over the red prints he made. “Now, I need you to go lower. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” Steve said barely audible for Eddie to hear. He slid his arms further down the mat and his body went so low that the floor stopped him from going any lower. Eddie got behind Steve to spread his legs leaving his hole exposed. Steve gasped at the feeling of a finger teasing his entrance.

“Ah! Eddie… what are you doing?” Steve felt Eddie’s fingers push inside of him with a hard thrust. He slipped his fingers in and out while Steve clenched around him tightly.

“Didn’t you say in order to prepare our bodies you have to stretch? It seems to me that you’re already pretty stretched.” Eddie realized that Steve was never going to actually help him with fitness in the slightest when he told him to come back to his house. Steve felt the guilt rush in underneath Eddie’s gaze.

“I r-really meant it when I said I wanted to help you.” Steve lied. That earned him another smack and he cried out at the stinging feeling that returned. Eddie read him like a book even without seeing his face, his entire body gave him away.

“I don’t like being lied to, Harrington. You invited me over because you can’t go one day without being a fucking slut. Am I right?” Eddie pulled down his shorts and aligned himself with Steve’s hole. Steve was already moaning from the tip of Eddie’s cock barely pushing in.

“Answer me or I’ll leave you like this untouched.” Eddie said while moving away from Steve. He felt Steve lean back trying to feel him like before. Steve never failed to show how desperately he wanted to be fucked by Eddie and that was a huge turn on in Eddie’s book.

“Yes I’m such a fucking slut for you. Everyday I think about all the ways you can fuck me and destroy me.” Steve wanted nothing more than to feel Eddie deep inside him while every inch of him goes inside his stomach. He craved the pain that came with taking in all of Eddie at once.

“Fuck,” Eddie flipped Steve onto his back and kissed him roughly. Their lips moved in sync as their hands explored each other’s bodies. The only piece of clothing that remained were their shirts and they eagerly took them off. Eddie placed kisses down Steve’s jaw then to his chest. He took one of Steve’s nipples into mouth and sucked the sensitive area, the sounds that came from Steve made Eddie harder by the second.

“I need to see your pretty face when I fuck the shit out of you.” Eddie breathed as he aligned himself again. This time he pushed further inside Steve until he felt something soft hit the tip of his cock. Steve arched his back off of the floor when he was filled with all of Eddie. He moaned as Eddie thrusted harder into him letting the heat of Steve’s hole intensify. “You always take me so well. I love when you’re being a good boy.”

“On my best… b-behavior just… for you.” Steve said in between his moans. Eddie leaned down to kiss him and Steve wrapped his arms around his neck. They sloppily kissed each other when Eddie continued thrusting harder and faster. Both of them could feel themselves getting closer to coming with each powerful thrust.

Steve’s stomach tightened before coming all over his belly and Eddie following right after him. Eddie filled Steve with cum, some of dripped on the sides of Steve’s legs because there was to much. Eddie laid beside Steve and both of them were coming down from their highs.

Eddie turned on his side to face Steve and placed small kisses over his face. Steve blushed ridiculously at the affection.

“We’re never going to actually workout are we?” Eddie asked while throwing a arm over Steve’s chest.

“Nope.” Steve said while shaking his head. Both of them laughed and cuddled on the floor with each other until one of them found the strength to carry the other one in to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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chxna-cheeseycake · 9 months

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Hi I once again forgot my Tumblr existed how silly of me 😙 Anyways, I was briefly out of my Aphmau phase but as with most fandoms, the Aphmau phase truly never leaves you. So I'm back in this bitch again and feel like talking about Dante more because he's the only Aphmau character I care about anymore <3 Jk but also Dante is my everything so whateves.

Anyways so like I think about Dante and Gene's brother relationship a normal amount (wrong) and it just like??? Bothers me that we didn't get a more complicated relationship between them in Mystreet like we did in MCD. And maybe I'm just a slut for angst but I loved the brotherly angst between them. Also Gene's a big bitch and I firmly don't believe he should've gotten a redemption arc in Mystreet. Or at the very least it should've been done better cuz how are these people just okay with Gene so quickly after all that shit he did in highschool :/ Keep in mind I haven't finished watching Phoenix Drop High yet cuz I'm a lazy hoe but I still have a good idea about the stuff he's done to people as a Shadow Knight. Honestly, Zane and Aaron have a right to not like him and watching S3 of Mystreet I didn't really appreciate how they made Zane and Aaron out to be kinda bad just cuz they didn't want to besties with Gene like Aphmau. I don't know if that's actually what they were trying to go for but it just gave they kinda vibe off to me and I don't like it oof. This is like one of the few times I think I can see myself defending Aaron's ass cuz like shit I wouldn't forgive Gene that quick either regardless of how genuine his apology is. Cuz I know from personal experience that it's hard to just forgive someone after the shit they put you through :/

And also like, I think it's really stupid how Dante just doesn't know about the stuff that Gene did back in highschool. And I blame that on the fact that Mystreet as a series has a bad habit of dumbing down the MCD characters for no good reason. Garroth is a supreme example of this with his MS and MCD counterparts being almost unrecognizable from one another. It just really boggles me how Dante could just not have an inkling of what's going on especially when his own friends were being targeted by Gene and his wannabe mean girl posse. It's a fucking stupid writing decision in my opinion and only further proves how dirty they did Dante's character in Mystreet. God I might be taking this a little too seriously but as a Dante lover I can't help myself. I will be a hardcore Dante defender even in death broskis.

Now honestly here's what I personally would have done to really reflect the complex and strained brother relationship that Gene and Dante have in MCD into Mystreet. Gene is still a big bitch in highschool to everyone but Dante actually knows about this. He's not dumb to the fact that his older brother is pretty much part of a gang. And that's because Gene doesn't treat Dante the good at all either. Yet Gene would have the audacity to say and act like he's such a great big brother in front of other people cuz he's a dickhole like that. But Dante keeps claiming that Gene's a good brother and says he looks up to Gene anyways. Why would he even do that though? Because Dante could either just be saying that to stay on Gene's good side or he just genuinely thinks that Gene isn't hurting him at the very least because Gene is his big bro and big bros would never do anything to hurt their little bros, right? I mean just imagine for years that Dante knows Gene isn't a good person but is led to believe that at least Gene wouldn't be mean to him. Imagine Gene graduates from highschool and moves out of the house and Dante still is able to think highly of Gene. Imagine one day, Dante actually has a crisis regarding Gene caused unintentionally by his friends who thought that Dante didn't know about what Gene was doing as a Shadow Knight. They realize that's not the true issue at hand here and feel awful once they come to the truth faster than Dante himself. Imagine Dante having a hard time being convinced that Gene was treating him horribly because Dante doesn't want to believe that such a thing happened to him because then that would just be too much for him to process and accept. And then imagine the brothers seeing each other in S2 after not talking for years as at that point Dante understood that what Gene did to him wasn't right.

That's the type of conflict that I think Mystreet would've benefited from. And it would bring so much more depth to Dante and Gene because again, they were done dirty in Mystreet and I will always die mad about how their interesting and complicated dynamic was stolen from them in Mystreet. I have like so many other ideas like this not just for Dante and Gene but for the entirety of Mystreet as a whole. I literally have a whole Google Doc detailing so much shit I would rewrite to make Mystreet a better series which goes to show how stupidly passionate I am about this damn Minecraft roleplay from my childhood 💀 Anyways, that stuff in my Google Doc can be for another time cuz I don't feel like typing anything else right now lol.

#mcd #minecraft diaries #mystreet #aphmau #aphverse #mcd dante #mcd gene #mystreet dante #mystreet gene #love how the first thing i do when resurrecting this blog is to immediately post about dante #that says a lot about me as a person methinks

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plutoasteroids · 30 days

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Hello 🌱 I would love to participate in your future spouse reading game 🐿️🌳 My question of choice: 18+ facts or messages from my future spouse. The assumptions I have of you are:

🍋You are determined and ambitious and you count on your strive for success to keep going, career-wise especially. You know what you want and you will get it regardless anything that may come in your way. You seem like the type of person who knows how to save money and spend it wisely. You're good at earning money too! I assume you are a patient person, so you won't give up on small inconveniences and will achieve great things when it comes to money matter specifically. Your job/career stands out a lot to me when I connect to your energy.

🍋Your energy seems loving, nurturing. I think you honest, devoted and like a mother figure/someone your closest people look up to. You are very supportive and people love getting the encouragement they need from you. But it also seems that you tend to hide some emotions inside because they may not be what society accepts in a way or you just don't want to seem negative to others or different.

Thank you dear in advance. My initials are P.T.G. (she/her) and I am interested in men (he/him). I am 24! Lots of love 💕🐛

You are correct on all your assumptions aside from the wise with money one 😭

MDNI THIS IS 18+

First thing your future spouse said is 'on your knees'. Your man wastes no time he is the direct and bold type when it comes to literally everything. You may sometimes wonder where this man gets the audacity and you may have to apologize on his behalf, but he'll be like 'fuck that I am not sorry. i meant what I said the first time'.

He likes red or black lingerie on you, and he may buy you a new pair once a week just because he likes it (Mostly because he rips them).

He wants it to be slow and sensual he may seem rough but and tough but with you he'll take his time making sure you are pleased. Yes, he likes a good old-fashioned blowjob but he will put most of his focus on pleasing you.

He may way you up to sex (after getting your consent that it's okay to do so) while you sleep and he's spooning you he may just go for it if you know what I mean.

Okay funny enough I pulled both degradation and praise kink which kind of makes sense for him he may say stuff to you like 'You take it so well like a good little slut' (AGAIN I CAN'T EMPAHSIS THIS ENOUGH HE WON'T DO IT IF YOU DON'T WANT IT but that's what he likes) He is a very vocal man he will praise you degrade you, moan all that good stuff.

He can get a little adventurous and want to be on the kinkier side and tie you down and maybe even quick little spanks but I don't see anything too hardcore unless you want it.

Thigh play is also going to be a thing. He likes your thighs and may ask you to use them to please them.

He Also wants me to let you know that he is 6-7 inches big.

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justmeherenowow770 · 5 months

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Scott was pleasantly surprised when he woke up with very rigid hardon, Jenna was rapidly bobbing her head up and down taking Scott’s cockhead in her mouth. She suddenly stopped and then slowly went down driving his thick cock deep down her throat. Scott stared at her in amazement, thinking, look at this little slut take all my cock deep in her throat. Jenna slowly lifted her mouth and took her two hands and started jacking off Scott’s cock. As Jenna was jacking off Scott’s cock, she said, I’m sorry if I woke you daddy, but seeing how hard your cock was and standing straight up, made me feel so hot, I wanted your cum in my mouth. Scott replied, that’s O.K. honey, keep on doing what you were doing. Scott thought, this little slut really loves to eat cum, her mouth is going to be busy performing lots of blow jobs. Scott kept on thinking, my little slut daughter is going to have guys lining up to her dicks sucked. Scott reached for phone, started taking video as Jenna went back to sucking his cock real fast, and Scott said, I’m going to cum, she lifted her head and said, give it all to me in my mouth daddy. I love to eat your cum daddy.

Scott was amazed as Jenna, held her mouth open by the tip of Scott’s cockhead, as he ejaculated, his spunk went into her mouth, she then lowered her mouth slowly driving all his cock in her mouth and deep in her throat. Scott felt her mouth trying to suck all his cum out of his cock, she was trying to drain clean. She raised her mouth, releasing Scott’s cock, he was still ejaculating, his spunk began running down his cock, landing on his balls. Jenna began licking his thick rod as Scott made a video the action, he said, open your mouth honey, let me see, she opened her mouth wide, proudly showed off the cum she had in her mouth and tongue.

Scott stared at Jenna, he was so amazed at what his little slut daughter was doing, she was very quickly turning in to a hardcore little whore, she definitely has graduated in cock sucking. Jenna said, I really love to eat your cum daddy, am I doing it right? Scott stared into his daughter’s sexy green eyes, thinking, you little slut, your mouth was just made perfectly for fucking and blow jobs. Scott said, you are perfect, she replied, thank you daddy, I’m so glad, because I love to do this kind of sex a whole lot. Scott thought, this little slut is probably going to be known in school for sucking dicks. Once she licked Scott clean, they head for the shower, where he fucked the shit of her again. Scott no longer thought of Jenna as his daughter, but as his whore.

Scott walked in Jenna’s bedroom as she was getting dressed in short black skirt and white top that any teen would wear. She was slipping on a pair of white bikini panties, she raised her skirt to finish pulling up her panties. She finally finished dressing and Scott looked at her, thinking, this little slut is a fucking beauty. Jenna’s short skirt, and black pumps, made her long legs look very sexy, her long legs were made for spreading and fucking. Scott thought, I can’t believe my beautiful slut daughter is my little whore and she loves to fuck and suck cock. Scott walked over to her, put his hand on her crotch and inserted a finger in her pussy, she said, oh daddy, that makes me feel so hot, Scott said, it’s called horny. She replied, yes, daddy, I get so horny. She continued, daddy, I love your sex lessons, I am so horny most of the time now. Is that wrong daddy to be horny that often? Scott said, it’s not bad to be horny, like I told you before, you can have sex with whomever you want, you’re a grown young woman. Some people are just hornier than others. Scott thought, soon your uncle Billy and I will be taking care of your bad case horniness, we’ll be knocking your pussy out often. Scott said, let’s head out to eat.

As Scott drove, he turned over to Jenna as she was lightly rubbing her thighs and said, I’m feeling so horny, just thinking of the sex we had back at house. Jenna was beginning to be very assertive, she knew what she wanted, she raised her skirt, reaching over guiding Scott’s hand on her panty crotch. She said, I’m getting so hot, I wish we were back home having sex. Scott was feeling her very wet panty crotch while thinking, damn this little slut is ready to fuck again. Scott drove to an ally, parked in an isolated area, he slid over to her, he wasted no time, he pulled his pants down half-way and she straddled him. He moved her panty crotch to one side, she was so horny and wet, there was no resistance as she came downward in one swift thrust, she came down on Scott’s hard thick erection.

Jenna quickly started bucking her hips fast and hard on his cock SWASH, SWASH, SWASH, SWASH and moaning out loud, OH DADDY OOOOH, FUCK ME DADDY, I’M SO HORNY, OOOOH DADDY, FUCK ME HARD DADDY, OOOOOH, OOOOOH, the car was rocking, SWOOSH CREAK, SWOOSH CREAK, SWOOSH CREAK, SWOOSH CREAK, SWOOSH CREAK, OOOOOH DADDY, OOOOOOH. She started raising herself leaving Scott’s cockhead in her pussy and came back down real hard on his very hard thick erection, she was going bananas, slamming her cunt on his cock, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, OOOOH DADDY OOOOH, I’M SO HOT! Scott looked at his cock and he could see Jenna’s cream all over it, then he said, I’m going to cum and he held her real tight with his full erection deep in her cunt, as he shot his spunk deep into her pussy she was grinding her cunt very hard on his cock in a wild circular motion. Jenna un-straddled and quickly went down, inserting Scott’s cock in her mouth, she was going nuts, licking his cock and balls, moaning and slurping noises, OOOOH, SLURP, OOOOH SLURP, OOOOOH DADDY, OOOOH. They finally finished their little unscheduled event and left.

It was about two hours later, and they returned home. Scott said, I’m going to have some wine, do you want some? Jenna replied, I have never had alcohol, he replied, a glass of red wine will relax you for another sex lesson. Scott handed her a full glass of wine. Scott thought, a full glass of wine should get her very relaxed the time has come to take that virgin ass. They took their wine and went to Scott’s bedroom, they laid on the bed as thy drank their wine. They got on their sides facing each other, he placed his hand on her ass and raised her skirt, he started rubbing her ass over her panties then he his moved his hand under her panties and continued rubbing her bare ass.

Jenna said, the wine is making me a little woozy and relaxed. Scott thought, well it’s show time, he got up and took off his clothes. He stood by the edge of the bed said, do I have to tell you what do? She quickly got off the bed and knelt in front of him, quickly inserting his cock in her mouth and started bobbing her mouth back and forth. In anticipation of what Scott was going to do, he quickly was very hard. Scott leaned over and reached for tube of lube and started spreading it all over his thick rod. Scott, pulled her up, turned her around and told her to get on her knees on the edge of the bed. Jenna’s legs were almost close together, so Scott said, spread legs some more, she quickly obeyed. He took some lube and started lubing around her ass, then he started inserting his fingers in her asshole. He leaned over and took out his wife’s vibrator and started vibrating her pussy as he started darting his finger in out of her asshole.

Scott could tell Jenna was really liking the vibrator on her pussy, she was minding my two fingers in her ass. Scott playing with her for another five minutes than he placed his cockhead on her asshole entrance as he still used the vibrator on her pussy. Scott said, Jenna take the vibrator and keep doing exactly as I am doing, she replied O.K. daddy. Scott picked his phone and started taking a video of his cock penetrating his daughter’s virgin ass. He held the phone with his left hand and holding her hip with his right hand. Scott pushed his cockhead in very slowly, he felt her ass walls start breaking, she moaned very loud, OOOH, IT’S VERY BIG. Scott said, I’m not going to hurt you, it will soon be better. Scott thought, once I pop your cherry, I’ll call uncle Billy over and give a DP for your next lesson.

Scott pushed in more and she screamed, AAAAAAAAAAH, IT’S HUGE! Scott said, don’t fight it soon my cock will make your ass feel like it feels in your pussy. Scott pushed in more going in half-way and she screamed again, AAAAAAAAH, OOOOOOOOH, Scott did not stop, he pushed in more and more, she screamed, AAAAAAAAH, AAAAAAAH, OOOOOOH, AAAAAAAAAH, he started slapping her ass, WHACK, WHACK. Scott was finally about three quarters of the way in, he stopped and held his cock in place letting her get used to it. Scott started, going slowly out and back in for about five minutes, then he slowly went out to his cockhead and slowly back in, she was moaning very loud, OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH and vibrating her pussy.

Scott thought well it’s time to start hitting her ass hard, he started picking up the pace, she started screaming, AAAAAAAH, AAAAAAAH, OH DADDY, AAAAAAAH, OH DADDY, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH. Scott just thought, fuck it, he started ramming her ass hard, his balls were slapping on her ass very loud, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, he kept slapping her ass, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Scott thought there is no stopping, I’m fucking this little slut’s ass into submission, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, and also kept slapping her ass, WHACK, WHACK, she kept on screaming, OOOOOOOH DADDY, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, Scott was in such a high state of arousal that he couldn’t stop from fucking his daughter senseless. He was going to dump his cum deep in her ass, he knew this was just the beginning, he was going have his cock in Jenna’s ass often. As Scott kept ramming her ass, he noticed she no longer was screaming loud, she was moaning loud moans of pleasure, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH. Scott grabbed her by the hips and he slammed her ass on his cock and held her against him as he dumped lots of cum deep in her ass. Scott was kind of surprised when Jenna started grinding her ass in circular motions very hard against his cock. Scott quickly started making a video of her ass grinding on his cock. Scott stared at her ass as she kept grinding it on his cock, thinking oh yeah, I own this little slut’s ass. Scott finished dumping all his spunk in her ass and pulled out, she laid exhausted faced down with her long legs spread wide and hanging over the edge of the bed. It was a hot scene, Scott quickly got his phone and started taking a video of her laying exhausted as cum oozed out of her ass and rolled down her legs.

Scott sent his brother William a text message.

Scott: Yo bro where you at?

Bill: My apartment

Scott: I’m going to send you something

Scott: You will recognize them, don’t mention any names.

Bill: O.K. send it

Scott: Here goes, it’s about a minute long.

Bill: NO SHIT! IS THAT AS GOOD AS IT LOOKS.

Scott: Better, I’ve doing it several times since Thursday afternoon

Bill: You know I’ve always wanted a piece of that

Scott: Here your chance, come over and try it out

Bill: I’ll be over in 10

Scott: She’s crashed come to my room quietly

Scott went over to Jenna as she laid exhausted and sleeping, he pulled her body across the bed to keep her legs from dangling and turned her over on her back. He sat down on a chair across the bed having a full view of her pussy. Scott was sitting drinking a glass of wine when his brother Bill quietly walked in. Bill asked Scott, so what’s the plan? Scott replied hey bro, go check out those very fuckable long legs, I started fucking her since about 3:00 pm Thursday, I have fucked over a dozen times since then. Before I fucked her, she I saw spied on her fucking three high school guys that didn’t know how to fuck at all. I went to her room Thursday and told her I saw her screwing she got very nervous, I settled her down and quickly started tonguing and eating her pussy, it didn’t take long, I had her screaming, moaning and bucking her pussy at my mouth. Once that happened, I knew I had a little young slut in the making, my intention was to use her as my little whore, I started wrapping those long legs around me just fuck the shit out of little hot cunt, before I contacted I had just finished breaking in her virgin ass. Bro, you should see her now, I’ve almost done turn her into a little whore, she quickly gets so horny and wants to fuck, and of course I oblige and fuck the shit out of her, Bill and Scott did a high five! Scott said, go check her out, she’s asleep, check out those legs and that beautiful young pussy.

Bill walked over and said, bro, this is a great piece of ass, look at those long legs, I sure want to wrap them around me. Scott walked over to the opposite edge of the bed by Jenna’s head. Scott said lift her legs and give them to me, I’ll hold her legs over and you can plow into that pussy and ram it as hard you can. The little whore also knows how to give the best blow jobs in the world, so don’t forget to try her mouth out.

Bill lifted her legs and he inserted his cockhead in Jenna’s pussy, she started to wake up, Scott took her legs and pinned them making her pussy to point up in the air. Bill knew what he wanted and wasted no time, he started drilling more cock in her pussy. Jenna woke up and said, uncle Bill, and Scott said, hit it bro, Bill swiftly finished driving the rest of his 10-inch all the way and very deep in her pussy. Jenna didn’t get a chance to say a thing, Bill started, thrusting in and out of her pussy, she started moaning out loud, OOOOOH UNCLE BILL, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOOOH, OOOOOH, Bill started hitting her pussy hard slapping his balls on her ass, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Bill said, BRO, SHE HAD DAMN GREAT PUSSY! SHE IS GOING TO MAKE US A DAMN GOOD LITTLE WHORE!

Scott had Jenna’s legs pinned tight to the bed making her pussy point upwards while his brother Bill was coming straight down ramming his 10-inch cock very hard almost splitting her pussy her apart. Jenna was screaming out, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Scott quickly inserted his cock in her mouth and began thrusting in and out hard. Jenna did not realize her daddy’s and uncle’s plan was to make their whore. Jenna had never experienced anything like this, her head was spinning as she was being fucked hard, she heard her uncle say, let me give that mouth a shot, and Scott said, I’ll take over her cunt, this little whore loves to fuck. Bill pulled Jenna over the bed he could hang her head over the edge of the bed, then told her, open that mouth, your uncle Bill is going to slide his cock down your throat, open wide little whore, Bill started inserting his cock and said, a little wider, fuck yeah, my cock is down this little whore’s throat. Bill then started thrusting up and down Jenna’s throat, Jenna started loving her uncle Bill’s cock sliding down her throat, it was making her so hot, and now her daddy was pounding her pussy hard.

Jenna couldn’t believe how much she was loving her uncle and daddy fucking the shit out her, they called her their whore and she was realizing she was loving being their whore. Jenna knew her daddy and uncle were going to be fucking her a lot, and she loved it.

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sorcererinthestars · 1 year

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For the AH asks!! 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 17, 38, 44 and 51 (hope that's not too many to answer 😅)

Hahaha, love, no problem at all. It's like 2013 tumblr where I'm just doing all these ask games again.

How did you get into AH? I'm boring and got into AH through Rage Quit, like all of them! My current (kind of) partner had never really heard of AH and I was going back through with him last weekend, which made me remember the first ever AH video I ever watched was The Impossible Game Part Two. Swiss-fucking-cheese-god-damn-it was the phrase that hooked me lol. Went through all the rage quits and then into the minecrafts and then to the GTAs and now here we are.

Who was your favorite when you started? Immediately, Michael and Gavin as I was introduced to AH via Rage Quit and I loved their dynamic, like everyone!

Who’s your favorite now? Favorite is such a tricky word because I love them all for all sorts of different ways. My partner asked me the same question and I didn't really have an answer. Of course still Michael (and Gav, when he's around). I adore Matt. I really love Ky and BK and their interactions. I am obsessed with Dad Michael and Kid Joe dynamic. Last but certainly not least I love the Red Web boyos. I really do think Treh has the softest spot in my heart right now though.

Favorite ship? I am a ride or die OG OT5 girlie (Michael/Jack/Geoff/Gavin/Jeremy) even if it doesn't make sense with the current layout. FAHC isn't AH really, so it doesn't matter lol.

For new crew? I am a hardcore Alfreyo shipper and BK/Ky (what is their ship name...?)

Favorite AU?

I'm still such a slut for the FAHC, honestly. Although the new outlaw AU is super cute. I also have a huge thing for 7 Days, its one of my favorite games, and there's not a lot of 7 Days AU out there so a girlies gotta take what she can get.

Favorite experience meeting any of the crew?

This will be my 5th RTX, but one of the best experiences was meeting Michael after Theater Mode in like 2018. He was obviously stupidly tired and just wanted to go home but he stayed and chatted with everyone who lined up to take pictures with him. Me and my friend were one of the last ones and I was like "we don't have to get a photo, go home" and he was like "nah come here" and it was super sweet.

Also pulling Treh over for a photo and getting to say hi was awesome.

Poor Joe at RTX last year was just still so flabbergasted anyone ever wanted to meet him, he is such a sweet boy.

Double hugs from Ky and BK <3 <3 <3

Matt gives one of the best hugs I've ever had.

Jeremy was so happy I was shorter than him.

Not AH, but I met Greg Miller at PAX once and he came running over to ME to take a pic because I was in an AH hat and signed it huge so the real AH guys had to fight for the premium real estate lollllll

Favorite GTA mini-series?

Gotta say Criminal Masterminds despite the fact that I don't really feel comfy going back and rewatching it. Only series I've ever watched that I was literally on the edge of my seat. They gotta do something like that again.

Has AH ever inspired you?

AH inspired me to make the videos that I had on YouTube and because of them I have like 300 subs. I don't make them anymore but it was a really great time in my life. I haven't updated them though, so proceed with caution.

Any videos, series, podcasts, etc. You’d recommend to new fans?

My partner that I mentioned is just getting into AH so I'm trying my best to compile a good watch list for him. Survive Block Island is incredible. The 7 Days series is top notch. Weird Place. Haunter, if you don't mind a certain someone being in it. Red Web has my heart.

There's so much incredible content, even from 2021 onward. Binge. Enjoy. Smile. Laugh! <3

#achievement hunter #ah #ah ask box game

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nekomacheercaptain · 2 years

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alright i am pulling up a chair and giving you the mic 🪑🎤

take this time to say anything you want about your gentle giant. idc how long it gets i want to know your thoughts the moment you saw him, what you thought of him yeeting law and Baby 5 out, how you felt about what he did, his sacrifice, if you think the show would be better and any very self indulgent headcanons you would love to tell others

Oh my god I don’t even know where to start oh shit but I guess I have to put up a line again because I have so many thoughts about Corazon

This came out to be 2,7K words omg so YES this gets a "keep reading" line

I read the manga before my exam this spring, and I remember thinking Corazon was cute and lovable, but I didn’t start my hardcore simping for him then (I was in my Kid and Killer obsession hahah), it wasn’t until the end of July when I saw a TikTok about Law and Corazon that my brain switched and I got a craving for that man. So then I started reading fics, read all about him in the wiki pages, read theories, read his chapters over again (cried like a bitch) and watched his episodes (and cried even more, my heart broke seeing it all animated and with audio fuck), and I do watch his episodes religiously, because I hate myself apparently:))

He’s a fully blown obsession for me now, the worst I’ve ever had, but he’s so sweet how can I not??? His introduction is super cool (and PLEASE his grunt when he sits down after slapping Baby 5 and Buffalo????? The hottest shit I’ve ever heard, I’m a slut for deep voices like that). And I did find it hilarious when he yeeted Law, I’m sorry, the shot is just too funny. Also the sound when Corazon falls to the floor?? I love it, it’s a fun detail. His clumsiness, the one part of him he just can’t hide is so cute and adorable and melts my heart, but I already knew it was gonna go so fucking wrong later :)) so when he stumbled down that snowy mountain after getting the op op fruit I was preparing myself for his death (I was fortunately not spoiled of WHEN he died and how). And this was when I wasn’t even obsessed with him, and read the manga, I was wailing while reading Law’s backstory.

My heart hurt SO MUCH when tiny little Law managed to find the one enemy on the island. FUCK Vergo >:(. This little boy who just wanted to live a nice life with the giant who risked his life to save him, unbeknownst to him he put aside the mission of saving an entire country from his evil brother.

We already know he’s dead so yeah the backstory hurts like a fucking bitch, because we know it doesn’t end well for him :,)) you’re just anticipating the moment he’s killed, and when it happens it’s in the worst way possible, because it was inevitable and Law still thought there was a chance they would be together, but Cora knew that once he put down the chest’s lid that was the very last time he would look into the eyes of that poor little boy.

Corazon is such an important character, if it wasn’t for him, Law would be Doffy #2. Doffy and Law are clear parallels, where they both were troubled, vengeful children, but Doffy got picked out and raised by like minded people who encouraged and promised that rage and revenge he was seeking, whereas Law got kidnapped by a man who gave his life to a mission that would grant safety for an entire country from his brother. But he abandoned that for Law. He made Law believe there were still things worth living for, he gave Law something he hadn’t had for over 3 years; freedom to live. Freedom to live how he wants, no longer tied to his illness and Doffy.

One Piece is all about free will, and Corazon’s sacrifice is the epitome of that. He didn’t have to save Law at all, even if he was a D. He wanted to save him, he wanted to give hope again to this depressed, angry dying little boy because he couldn’t stand hearing a child talk about their awful fate like that. He threw away his mission for this little boy whose time was limited, ultimately failing a country that his brother would later bestow a great tragedy upon.

Have I thought about writing fics where he survives? Absolutely, wether it be the marines take him into custody barely alive, hanging by a thread, and finally manage to tell them about Dressrosa? Either an OC or y/n joined Corazon and Law on their journey and ultimately managed to save Corazon, but lost Law, not able to find him until 11 or 13 years later when he became a big name all over the world? Or the one I think would hurt the most; Doffy brought his dying brother back with him and has held him captive in a cell ever since that day, and Law doesn’t know he’s been alive all this time because he got freed by Corazon. And while he’s in Dressrosa captive in Doffy’s castle, he finally meets his thought to be dead adoptive father who has been tortured, abused, neglected, isolated, and just completely destroyed for those 13 years. But fuck Law would think Doffy was playing a disgusting trick on him, somehow creating a look-alike just to fuck with him. However, he would break down when Corazon, as awkward and clumsy as only he can be, would joke with a croaky, hoarse voice revealing his abuse; “I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you on Swallow Island”.

And then Law would know. He would fucking know everything he’s been fighting and planning for the past 13 years, that vengefulness and emptiness inside of him, was for nothing. It was created by Doffy for nothing. What he had wanted ever since that godawful day was right in front of him, but his smile had been ripped away. The symbol he so proudly had displayed on his back, the symbol of his life, was taken away from the one who had inspired him so much. His savior was no longer one who smiled with his whole face, he was just the shell of a man he used to be. The life in his eyes had been sucked out completely. And that was even worse than him being dead, wasn’t it?

When everything was said and done and Dressrosa was finally freed, Law and Corazon would cry, Law wailing and sobbing into his adoptive father’s chest, and MY GOD SENGOKU WAS THERE TOO. He too would feel like he saw a ghost, his old mind wanting to mess with him, but there he was. His son, his beautiful, kind Rosinante. The son he lost all those years ago, the one that had only lied to him once, a lie that cost him his life. He was standing right in front of him. And it was like he was taken back to the first time they met, seeing that young, lost boy malnourished and distressed in front of him. And he even had a grandson this time around, and though he was a pirate, he was now a part of the family.

I would want for Corazon to join Law, it would be awful for them to part again. For 13 years Law hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep without nightmares and noise, his days had been full of bad memories lurking over him, haunting his every move, that day never leaving his mind. And Corazon couldn’t refuse his son, now an adult, his company, promising he would never abandon his side. And after 13 years, Law finally experienced peace in his mind. Well, the only exception being the strawhats.

He would never admit it out loud, but Law would never let his dad out of his sight, giving him tasks that provided him the safety of keeping the gentle giant close at all times. The first thing Law did when Corazon joined him would be to sit down with him and ask what Doffy had done, if there were any injuries that needed an inspection, anything. But secretly he wanted to know what the hell he had been forced to endure the last 13 years to be so different, feeling like he was the one being positive, contradicting their earlier roles. It would take a long time for Corazon to get used to being himself and free again, and Law would cry softly at night, going right back to where he was 13 years ago right after losing his entire world. He almost didn’t notice how quiet it was at night, just like it was those 6 months alone with Corazon. Some things never change :,)

Okay ehm I have to stop there and continue…. His power!!!! His power is so underrated, if that man wasn’t nice and was on plan with his brother, just imagine the destruction they could do??? It’s insane. AND who gets the best sleep in the entire world???? This guy <3

I also headcanon that he knows sign language, it just makes sense and would be cool. More people should learn it (and yeah, Doflamingo knows it too and teaches the kids the filthiest and meanest signs known to man). Writing on a piece of paper is an exhausting form of communication, using signs is better.

Okay, so very self-indulgence, you say??? 👀 I do nothing BUT think of that, I am a proud self-shipper so this will mostly be about me haha (will most likely be a bit nsfw too, since I’m on my period)

Okay so I am chubby, I have thick thighs, arms, rolls on my back, and hella chub on my tummy, and I just imagine Cora as someone that would go fucking crazy over that (he doesn’t care about body types and size etc, though, he would fo crazy for anyone), when it comes to his sweetheart, he’s on his knees as soon as they are in his field of vision. I would be his favorite pillow fr 🫡 He would also fawn over my stretch marks and trace them whenever he got the chance and say how beautiful they were and kiss and lick them asdfghjkl I also have hella boobs and ass, so I’m just a really squishy person in general, I could be his personal stress ball <3 whether it’d be wholesome or sexual stress relief, I don’t mind, he can use me for whatever whenever he wants. I am at his disposal 24/7, if I could serve him for the rest of my life I WOULD WHERE DO I SIGN UP, I’M READY

We would bond over our clumsiness and exchange stories about our scars and broken bones (and you bet your fucking ass he would kiss all my scars and places I’ve been hurt). We would have to proof our shared living spaces as to not get hurt, and he would have to use the kitchen as little as possible. This man is literally Spencer Shay and I cannot afford to buy a new house every week because he’s an accidental arsonist.

Cora would cry when Law start school tbh both out of joy that this traumatized little guy is finally living a normal life and is safe, and because his little baby bird is taking a leap out of the comfort of their nest. He’d be horrendous with helping Law with him homework as he grows older, seeing as that boy is smart as HELL. But Cora is the greatest emotional support you can ever get!!! He’s literally a personal hype man for everybody he loves <3

He’s not really good at first aid (because he can’t do much with his hands without dropping something or mess it up - except for fingerfucking or otherwise worshiping you with his hands, that he does perfectly). We got just a little glimpse of that when he asked Law what to do when Law fell sick and he panicked, my poor husband :,)) He’s (just like me) not the best under pressure, but it’s okay

He would honestly LOVE to go shopping, he would be the one forcing me out of the house. He would make a family day out of it and force me and Law with him to buy what we wanted. He’s a giver and loves to spoil. His love language is primarily acts of service, but gift-giving is high up there too. And physical affection. And quality time…. And words of affirmation. He just loves to love and loves to be loved.

I feel like he’s good at baking??? Like a secret talent you’d discover and be baffled over, because this giant man covered in scars, has a deep ass voice and used to be part of one of the most dangerous pirate groups like to make cupcakes? That’s too cute, he’d be the dad all the moms in the neighborhood would gossip and drool about - AND I WOULD LAUGH AT THEM BECAUSE HE’S MINE HAH 🫶 also I love to bake, when I have the money, so it would be a lovely activity to do together

He’d figure out whenever there would be clear sky nights, and bring a cute picnic set and blanket so that our little family could watch the stars, and if we were lucky, meteor rain. I just like to think that he’s infatuated with the universe, stars and the moon, especially when he was undercover in the Donquixote Family and were on the open seas. He’d ask to have the night shifts so that he could be alone in the crow’s nest, and the sky would become his greatest comfort and he couldn’t resist muttering small wishes; a hope for a better future. And he can’t help but get emotional when he looks at the tiny family he created, his favorite pair of eyes admiring the sky that fulfilled his wish.

Okay fuck I probably have a lot more headcanons, but I can’t think of anymore, so let’s get over to the juicy stuff <3

This man is BIG he’d prolong and resist having full-on penetrative sex as long as he could, he wouldn’t give in until you persuaded him into it, and could take at least two of his fingers without any problems (and honestly, even that took a lot of time for your body to adjust to). This man is 3 meters tall, he’s PACKING. His hands are gigantic too, they make lovely necklaces <3

As a heavier girl, I love that he could easily pick anyone up and just fuck them like that, MANHANDLING IS SUCH A TURN ON DEAR GOD I NEED THIS MAN. Not that it would be his favorite position, though, he wants to be above you, but because of the size difference, it doesn’t really work that well. But if he has to break his back just to look into your eyes as he fucks you deep, showing you how much he loves you, he will.

He wouldn’t mind you riding him at all though, allowing his hands to freely roam your body, seeing you bounce on top of him as you used him to your pleasure??? Sign him UP, he fucking loves being used, doesn’t matter if he cums or not honestly, he’ll get off of you reaching your peak because of him. And if he ever saw a belly bulge, he’d be embarrassed over how turned on he gets at the bump standing out of your stomach.

FUCKING BODY WORSHIP ALL DAY ALL NIGHT BABY he’d make you feel like a goddess with they way he’s always complimenting you, everything about you being perfect in his eyes. He’d feel bad about leaving marks at first, but when he sees how good you look with the reminder that you’re his all over your body, he would never let you go without them. If you marked him?? Oh dear god he could die happily, he would be so proud and talk about it all day and would beg you to make more marks. Raking your hands down his broad muscular back, clawing at his chest, or grabbing his sides??? He didn’t mind, he would almost faint at the view of your hands’ work in the mirror. He’d feel so proud.

Okay shit now my brain is out of juice, and can’t pump out anymore, BUT THANK YOU FOR THIS TED-TALK, HOOLIE I really needed it <3 sorry it got so long

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