#also why the fuck is the create bottom so low
Text
hmm
aight you asked
#digital art#my art#fanart#cookie run#wakfu#like.. i had the idea since days ago#but this served as a reminder/lil push#so thank you for that#i still suck at doin cr style but i did improve since the varian one#cookie run art#cookie run fanart#yugo wakfu#wakfu yugo#wakfu amalia#amalia wakfu#amalia sheran sharm#wakfu fanart#also why the fuck is the create bottom so low#tf u doin tumblr#soon ill do more i just wanted to test with my two faves ✨✨
623 notes
·
View notes
Text
warning(s): mature themes ahead! jeno jerking off in public and getting caught
jeno lee is a fucking pervert.
well, he didn’t intend to be. here he was, cramming the day before his biology final in the school library when his attention turns towards the window, which has an amazing view of the tennis court.
first of all, what kind of school puts the library next to a fucking tennis court? impossible to study with these thin walls. jeno was about to pack his stuff up when he notices people are gonna start using the court, until he sees you strut onto the court with the biggest smile on your face.
jeno’s always believed you were pretty. you weren’t the closest of friends but did have your fair share of small conversations. like if you had a question about a class or what would your last meal be if you were on death row. (jungwoo asks really weird questions)
you were wearing the tinniest white tennis skirt that covered the bottom of your ass. the polo you had on snugged your waist perfectly and made your breasts look even better. who would’ve thought jeno would be so turned on over your outfit, but man was he hard.
jeno could no longer think about biology, but only think about how he wishes he could fuck you in that skirt. him pounding into you as your skirt bounces on his cock. or ripping that tight polo off of you so he can see ruin your pretty tits.
before jeno knows it, he begins to palm himself through his jeans in the library. luckily, jeno sat towards the back of the library and nobody was surrounding him. being caught jerking off in a library would surely get him kicked out. maybe he should stop? no, he can’t, it feels too good.
jeno quietly unzips his pants and takes out his cock. it springs up towards him. thankfully his laptop hides him or else someone would’ve saw his hard. he strokes his member while looking at you. the way your boobs bounce when you run, (they should be bouncing while you ride him instead) the way your baby hairs stick to your forehead due to your sweat, (man he’d lick your sweat off your body if you asked him too)
low grunts come out of jeno’s mouth. he begins to let his imagination run wild. he moves up and down his length at a rhythmic pace, slowly tightening his grasp at the bottom of his shaft dragging his fingers to the tip. his pace only speeds up by the second. the noises coming from jeno’s table are only getting louder and lewder, some turning their attention to see why he was creating such a noise.
jeno bit on his lip to shut himself up, as he goes even faster. his cock begins to twitch in his hands, he’s close. he chases his high and releases himself in his hand, his posture quickly loosens as a sigh of relief leaves his mouth.
jeno cleaned himself up with tissues he had in his bag and realization of what he just did crept in. people were staring at him, some disgusted and some intrigued. he began to pack his stuff and to gohome, he could no longer be in this room. eyes followed him as he walked out of the library. he notices you’ve also wrapped up your practice for the day.
you notice jeno looking at you and wave at him, he waves back acting like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you in the library. you return to your friends and jeno begins walking towards his dorm.
everything was normal until he suddenly got a text from mark reading “dude is this you?” with a video attachment. no, it can’t be, jeno thought to himself. but no, it could, because when jeno opened the attachment, he sees a zoomed in video of himself, jerking off in the library.
oh shit.
A/N: first mature/smut drabble. please give me suggestions on how to improve 🙏🏼🙏🏼
355 notes
·
View notes
Note
i loved that aether fic! can you pls make him a yandere for us?
꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Top! Reader x Sub! Yan! Bottom! Camboy! Aether, reader's dick can be read as strap, he steals your clothes, possessiveness from Aether, lmk if I missed out anything !
꩜ A/N: Thank you for enjoying the camboy!Aether work!! It was really interesting to brainstorm about how he would behave as a yan!camboy so I got a little carried away again hehe, hope you like the ramble ! ♡
Yandere!Camboy!Aether who’s not only a slut but a slut for you ♡ His affection for you stems from how you always secretly check in on him during your streams together. Your voice is low as you ask him if the pace is alright, if you can start moving, if the position is comfortable for him. And don’t even get him started on the aftercare. The amount of care you show him contrasted with how harshly you slam into him has his mind spinning, creating some twisted contorted lust-filled version of love that he just wants to shower you with.
It’s no doubt that he’s super sweet towards you off cam but I feel like he’d also be a bit of a pervert in this AU. Once, after a collab stream together, when you left the room to grab a drink, he leaps up at the opportunity to steal a piece of your undergarments before you return. He stashes it in a Ziploc bag he brought along specifically for this and immediately chucks it into his luggage, stored underneath some bulkier lighting or filming equipment so that you wouldn’t find it. The second he gets home, he's pressing it up to his face and inhaling your scent as he strokes himself. Aether’s probably also a yandere who would commission a dildo that matches your size so that he can fuck himself at home while crying out your name as he watches your streams. Tears well up in his eyes as he can’t seem to cum, the artificial blue light from his laptop unable to replicate the sheer warmth in your gaze every time you take him, your voice through his speakers is too crackly and nothing at all like how you would whisper and coo slyly into his ear. Poor baby :((
During collabs, Aether constantly battles with the dilemma of whether:
1. On one hand, he wants the whole audience to see that only you could pound his brains out like this until he’s blubbering and whining out things that make no sense. No one else can make you feel as good as him, right? (In actual fact, you do stream with others apart from Aether, it’s just that he vehemently chooses not to watch them, scowling at the notification that pops up whenever you go live with someone other than him.) Every time you suck a hickey onto his skin, pure dopamine floods his mind. You’re leaving a mark on him-! Wahhh means you really do like him right? Right? Rightright? 🥹
2. He wants you to only focus on him, so no more of your pesky audience! Aether hates hates hates it when you look away from him to address your viewers. Whenever he watches you turn from him to face the camera, there’s a small ugly part of Aether that bristles as you address them so endearingly. Mind muddled with jealousy and lust and desire, he wants to scream, “Why do you need to ask them if they’re enjoying the view? Just look at me, am I not enough for you?” But he knows better than that, the both of you are streamers after all and he wouldn’t know what he’d do if you ever got mad at him for ruining a stream. What if you never want to stream with him ever again? What if you cut off all means of contact with him!? The risks are too high for Aether’s poor heart to bear so no matter how his hand itches to turn off the stupid blinking red webcam, he holds himself back and just pouts at you.
All in all, Yan!Camboy!Aether is a pathetic perv teehee :3c
Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡
#📜.qi rambles#📜.qi chats#chats with a hotel guest!#yandere#genshin x reader#genshin smut#sub genshin#yandere genshin#yandere smut#aether x reader#yandere aether#aether smut#sub aether#dom reader#sub yandere#I hope I characterised him alright in this omg
555 notes
·
View notes
Text
Okay so because this post about Harry being a bottom I'm going to give a genuine dissertation on the thematic relevance of sub Harry and maybe a little bit about dom Kim.
First I wanna establish the "Harry is definitely a subby little bottom boy" and is also definitely Bi and probably has some sorta fucking complex about it.
Evidence A. Contact Mike, Guillaume Le Million, Measurehead (when fascist).
Harry tends to idolize and gravitate towards extremely masculine figures.
This is probably due to a reflexive need to feel masculine and have masculine role models in the face of elements of identity that are seen as unmasculine by society and have become exacerbated by the breakup which had to be pretty emasculating for Harry.
Also :
Imma start a Harry's Kink counter here +1 light bondage.
+1 auto-erotic asphyxiation.
Uhm +1 uhh,Spanking? Additional +1 for being what I think is most possibly the horniest thought you have in the game also:
+1 Kim is a Dom.
I think Harry has kept his attraction to men or his desires about men fairly low key for his entire life. The way he conceptualizes Homosexuality in general as an "underground" society filled with whispering rooms and forbidden secrets is likely more of a reflection of how Harry views his own sexuality than how Queer culture is manifest in Revachol. (In reference to the way both Kim and The Smoker kinda laugh Harry about it)
The organizational element of the idea being likely reflective of the way internalization is akin to paranoia.
Harry is also extremely intimacy starved and I think part of that is due to an unmet need for affection and the desire to be taken care of. That masculinity and status as both a survivor and an oppressor was sorta thrust onto Harry, he was born the last year of the war on a hospital floor, given a name associated with war time and survival, grew up probably in a little street urchin gang, got into *Disco* (man I'm sure Harry brushed elbows with the underground then.) Was a gym teacher a good balance between masculinity and caretaker and guardian something that harry clearly excels at and enjoys. Then Dora encouraged him to be a cop for unknown reasons perhaps prestige, money, because Harry has a bleeding heart.
Engage Heterosexual Cop hell for 12 years then an additional 6 single Cop hell years.
And now you're like :
Another element is Harry's tendency to worship and diefy his partners which like man that's gotta be the subbiest fucking thing you can do. I honestly can't articulate all of the reasons why that's just extreme bottom behavior.
Harry is an empathic jelly creature who is forced to handle a job with dead people in it all day and has created this reflexive hyper masculine obsession to compensate for his perceived inadequacy in not living up to the patriarchal capitalist ideal of what's supposed to be his birthright as a well off, able bodied, 'straight', occidental, man.
Except the actual issue is that Harry is mostly perceived or perceiving himself as that, when in reality he's in clear conflict with his actual identity as a Poor, mentally Ill, bisexual, occidental, man.
And it's those last two that end up kind of making this smoke screen to Harrys deficiency in privilege. He can mask or hide behind being an Occidental Man.
Can buddy buddy with patriarchy and take up the idea of a Big Strong Manly Cop.
Something that Kim also seems to be doing by seeking out positions of authority he can compensate for the disrespect he gets as a Poor, blind, gay, seolite, man.
Last of which probably won't get him far because of how "juvenile" his body type is.
Kim can't really coast on patriarchy much the way Harry can. He has to work twice as hard cuz there's not a lot he can hide behind.
Pursuit for control in the face of denial
Vs
Shielding ones self behind control as a means of denial.
Dom/Sub dichotomy.
#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#kimharry#harrykim#harrier du bois#harryxkim#its a sexuality dissertation bby
240 notes
·
View notes
Text
Cigarette Smoke And A Vibrator Remote - Sam Kiszka
A/N: Yeah, okay… this might be my favorite Sam fic i’ve EVER written. This one goes out to whoever wrote me all those requests a while back for Sam 🫶🏻 I can’t find any of them now, but I just want you to know, whoever you all are that sent them, that I love you dearly for all the requests.
WARNINGS: Sam being absolutely diabolical and cocky af. Toys (remote controlled vibrator), TEASING, edging, shotgunning , hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex. Did I mention teasing? This contains 18+ content! Minors please DNI!
••••
“Look at you… a fucking gem,” Sam stood behind you and ran his hands down your sides, staring ahead at your reflection in the full body mirror.
A crimson blush tinted your cheeks, feeling hot from his words and his burning gaze.
“Mm… I should let you pick my dresses more often.” You whispered, running your own hands down the deep, royal purple, material.
It hugged your body in a delectable way. The cut at the neck was low, but not too low and the length of the dress stopped about mid thigh. It was incredibly classy, yet still sexy.
You turned around to face Sam, giving him a purposely slow once-over.
He matched you perfectly with a button up in the exact same purple, with a pair of nice, but simple black pants.
“You forgot something, Sammy…” You met his eyes, running your hands up his arms until they reached the collar of his shirt.
He hummed. “And what could I possibly have forgotten, doll?”
Wordlessly, your fingers found the first button of his shirt, undoing it. You did two more the same way, leaving only a couple still fastened at the bottom.
“That’s better.” You lended a cheeky grin, thoroughly enjoying the palpable tension you had just created. “Much, much better.”
“Uh huh, I bet it is, but…” Sam reached into his back pocket, swiftly pulling out a little box. “I also almost forgot something.”
You eyed the box skeptically, obviously unaware that he had gotten you anything else. “Sammy, what is-“
He opened up the box, holding it out for you to get a good look at.
“Samuel… Francis…” You eyed the little vibrator inside in utter shock and your stomach was suddenly twisting with nerves. “No way in hell.”
Sam tilted his head back. “Why not?!” He all but cackled, knowing good and well why you didn’t want to wear it.
Or claimed you didn’t…
“Because you’re fucking evil and merciless,” This drew a genuine, rather proud laugh out of Sam.
“And you’re the one who’s got the remote!”
“Come on,” he sang. “I’ll go easy on you, baby. Promise.” He threw his free hand over his heart.
You shot him an unconvinced look and he huffed, trying to fight back another giggle.
“Okay… I’ll at least go easy for a little while.”
“See?!” You pointed a single finger at him in an accusatory fashion.
As your point had pretty much just been proven.
He tossed the box down onto the bed behind him and pulled you closer to him. “Come on, doll. Be real. I know you really want to try it…”
You turned your face away from his, fighting with yourself to not give in to him.
“You’d love for me to have this much control over you all night.” His lips pressed against your jaw, sneaking their way to your ear.
“Go ahead and try to tell me you don’t want that. I won’t believe you. Listen…” he paused for a moment. “-you’re breathing all heavy. You like it. I bet this pretty cunt is dripping at the idea already.”
The urge to smack him in the mouth was almost too overwhelming.
“I’m not.” You tried to will your voice to sound firm, but Sam still wasn’t buying it.
Truthfully, you weren’t buying it, either. You absolutely wanted to go out, vibrator secretly tucked between your legs, while Sam had the remote hidden under the nice restaurant’s table.
“Oh, yeah? So if I see for myself right now, you won’t be wet at all?” Sam peered down at you, raising one of his eyebrows.
Truthfully, you were most likely already dripping onto your panties - you could feel it and Sam already knew that. He would be an idiot to believe otherwise and he was far from stupid.
“Tell me the truth, mama. I would hate to have to keep you here and punish you for lying to me…” Sam’s voice dropped even lower, threatening to steal the air from your lungs and the strength to hold your weight, right out from your knees.
“Fuck you,” You muttered with a whiny edge. “Give me the damn box.”
A triumphant smile and low chuckle was all the response Sam gave you; another word and you probably would have actually smacked him.
He handed you the small box, turning you towards the bathroom with a gentle shove.
You closed the door and stared down at the little vibrator, extremely curious as to how much power the little thing even had.
“Guess i’m about to find out..” you mumbled, not even close to loud enough for Sam to hear.
You took the vibrator out, letting out a shuddering breath as you realized it was meant to be inserted and rest right on your gspot.
Slipping out of your heels, you pulled down your panties and carefully began inserting the vibrator.
Once it was in and felt comfortable, You quickly put your heels back on and left the bathroom to return to Sammy.
“Feels a little weird, huh?” Sam asked in amusement, taking notice of the way you were walking.
You ignored his question entirely, asking a question of your own. “Sam… How high does this thing go…?”
His eyes instantly darkened. “You wanna find out before we leave?”
“No.” You were certain that if you tested it now, you would scramble to the bathroom to take it out.
“Let’s just go before I change my mind.”
You were out of the bedroom door in a blink, leaving Sam to play catch up as you made your way down the stairs.
“Dare I say you’re really just eager to get there?” Sam teased breathlessly, slowing his quick strides once he reached the front door.
You turned your back to him and grabbed your bag and coat down from the wall, hoping the blush on your cheeks would be gone by the time you turned back around to face him.
Just as you were about to pull your coat on, a low buzz whirled to life between your legs, causing your knees to buckle.
“S-Sam??” You whipped around to face him on wobbly legs.
“Mhm?” He stayed leaned against the wall with his phone in hand, smirking evilly at you.
His thumb ghosted just above his screen, like he was just waiting to play around with it.
“Cut… Cut it out. We haven’t even left yet,” You scolded him, clenching your thighs together. “I said wait.”
His thumb swiped the screen and your eyes widened in panic, but the vibrations stopped.
Sam pushed himself away from the wall and snatched his keys from the small table by the door, winking as he sauntered by to open the front door for you.
“Just wanted to make sure it works.”
•
Letting Sam convince you to wear the vibrator out in public with him controlling it, probably wasn’t one of you best choices.
The only thing you’d gotten out of it was hours of countless teasing after you’d made the bold decision to purposely provoke him, until you finally broke and begged him to bring you back home.
•
“Sam.” You forced out through gritted teeth, gripping the booth below you.
You were doing everything in your power to hold back the stream of moans, trying to rip their way out of you.
“What?” He smirked at you from across the table.
“Take. Me. Home.” You demanded, just barely above a whisper. “Please.”
“How are you so demanding and polite at the same time?” Sam snickered, pulling his wallet from his pocket to pay.
Sam waved down the waitress and she immediately started making her way over to your table.
“Sammy!” You whisper-yelled in a scolding tone. “Sam, I’m-“
He just flashed a sly, toothy grin in your direction.
As she approached your table, you turned your head away from her, trying to regulate your breathing and rapid heartbeat as another orgasm started to build up inside you.
“Y/N,” Sam called for your attention, gradually dulling the vibrations inside you to a stop. “Can you walk? Or should I carry you out of her-“
You were up and out of your booth before Sam was even finished talking. Your legs were carrying you towards the door in a blink, leaving Sam to play catch up behind you.”
•
As you scrambled out of Sam’s car and up to the front door, Sam was hot on your heels.
“Don’t know why you rushed up here.” Sam chuckled. You were almost sick of hearing that cocky sound come out of him. “I have the keys.”
“If you don’t open this god damn door, Samuel.” You spoke through gritted teeth.
Sam pushed the key in the door, flipping the deadbolt. “Someone’s eager.”
He barely had his key out of the door, before you were shoving passed him and kicking your heels off in the entry way.
“We’re not going upstairs yet.” Sam said and you stopped in your tracks as you reached the stairs.
“Come with me.”
You reluctantly walked back to him and took his outstretched hand and he lead you towards the door to your back porch.
“But. Samm-“
“Quiet down.” Sam’s finger pressed against your lips and he opened the door, somewhat gently pushing you out first. “I wanna smoke and you’re gonna sit right out here on my lap, so I can make sure you’re a good girl.”
A very audible whine escaped your lips as you watched Sam sit down on the bench by the window.
He pulled his phone from one pocket and his cigarettes and lighter from the other, then, patted his lap for you to sit.
“Sammy, you always smoke after sex.” You argued, sounding much like a child not getting their way.
He reached a hand out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his lap himself.
“Your point?” Sam cocked an eyebrow once you were straddled over his legs. “Tonight I wanna smoke first. You’ve stressed me out, being such a bad girl all night.”
“You’ve been teasing me all night. What did you expect??” You watched him pull a cigarette out of the little box, while you half bickered with him.
“Light it.” Sam commanded and placed it between his lips, completely ignoring what you had just said.
He held up the lighter and you snatched it out of his fingers, flicking it until the little spark of fire lit up the space between you in a soft orange glow.
Holding the cigarette to his mouth with one hand as he waited for it to light, Sam unlocked his phone with his other while you were somewhat distracted.
He clicked on the app linked to your vibrator and as soon as his cigarette was lit, he took a drag out of it and proceeded to slide his thumb over the screen.
“Sam, no- fuck no, please,” you pleaded, trying to reach for his phone.
“Huh-uh, bratty girl. You need to learn how to behave.” Sam taunted, holding his phone just out of your reach. “You can’t have everything you want, just whenever you want it.”
“But you- you always give i-it to me.” You were a whiny, stuttering mess in his lap.
“Sam- Sammy please, if you… if you keep it on, I’m gonna cum- i’m-“
“You’re absolutely not.” Sam laughed at you breathlessly, blowing the smoke from his mouth.
“You’re so… fucking horrible…” You pant, squirming for any sort of friction as the vibrations died.
“And yet I can feel you leaving a wet spot on my pants.” Sam teased. “You love this and you know it.”
“I would love it more if you would let me cum. Please, please, please!” You sounded so desperate and pathetic even to your own ears. “PLEASE, Sam?”
He took another pull from his cigarette, nonchalantly playing around with the vibrations on his phone; taking the vibrations all over the place. From high to low, back to high again just to shut them off entirely and then all the way back up to the highest setting.
“S-Sa- Fuck, oh fuck-“ You rolled your hips against his thigh, gaining some extra friction against your clit.
“Such a pretty girl I have in my lap.” He smiled up at you, watching as your head lulled back and your mouth gaped. “Kiss me.”
You brought your head back down, watching Sam take another drag of his cigarette.
You knew exactly what he was about to do.
Holding the smoke in his mouth, he leaned up and met your lips just so, blowing the smoke from his mouth to yours.
He pulled away just enough to let you blow it out, before reattaching his lips to yours for a true, heated kiss.
It went on as long as you could go, but after a minute or so, you were pulling away with a choked cry.
Sam was well acquainted with that particular sound.
“Oh, does my pretty baby doll want to cum?” He cooed, pretending as though he cared. “That’s just too bad.”
You cried out loudly yet again, not even caring if anyone was outside to possibly hear you. It was getting late anyway.
“If you…” You tried to gather yourself, fed up with his teasing, even though you earned yourself this torment. “If you won’t get me off, I’ll go do it myself.”
Sam let out a genuine laugh, amused by the absolute tantrum you were throwing.
A little endeared, too, knowing you wanted him so badly.
This only irritated you further.
You got off his lap and immediately went to the door.
You stood there goring back at him for a moment, thinking he would just cave and get up to follow you.
“Well…?” Sam smirked. “You gonna go get yourself off, then?”
With a groan, you jerked the door open and stormed back inside your shared house.
However, instead of going up to your bedroom, you made your way into the kitchen.
You weren’t actually going to get yourself off. You wanted Sam too bad to do that.
Your mind wandered off and replayed the last few hours in your head.
Maybe… Definitely… you were being a bit spoiled.
Just then, you could hear the sound of the back door closing. And after a few moments, Sam’s footsteps could be heard going up the stairs.
He was looking for you.
After a minute or two, his footsteps were heard coming back down the stairs, after having been met with an empty bedroom.
“Y/N?” He called calmly into the quiet house.
You turned on your heel, opening a cabinet to retrieve a glass and closing the door rather loudly as your response to Sam.
Sam was in the doorway of the kitchen within seconds, body leaned against the doorframe much too cooly.
“I’ll go do it myself!” He mocked your little outburst from just minutes ago.
“Shut up.” You snapped in a hushed tone, turning to the sink to fill your glass with cold water.
“What? You mean to tell me you threw that whole fit and didn’t run upstairs to finish yourself off?” Sam loaded his tone down with faux shock.
You just ignored him, lightly rolling your eyes and lifting your glass up to your mouth, slamming the water that was in it.
Sam shook his head and pushed himself away from the doorframe. He made his way over to you, slowly taking the now empty glass from your hand.
You stepped around him, leaning against the island with crossed arms.
He placed it down on the counter, letting out an amused huff by your actions.
“Are you done throwing your little tantrum now? Hmm?” Sam turned around and took barely even a whole step. His hands grabbing the edge of the counter on either side your body, trapping you in place.
You looked away from him.
He lifted one of his hands, nudging your chin with the knuckle of his finger. “C’mon…”
You jerked your face away from his touch, only to be met with his whole hand securing itself around your throat.
“Look at me, Y/N.” Sam demanded, low and serious.
You finally turned to face him and met his dark, still lust filled eyes.
He leaned down swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, pulling away the second you chased after his lips.
“You ready to get your way, you spoiled girl?”
You nodded slowly, your body surrendering to him without leaving you much of a choice.
Sam lowered his head back down, letting his lips ghost over yours. “Is that what I’ve created?” He whispered against your lips. “A spoiled girl who throws tantrums until she gets her way?”
“I… No…?” You couldn’t even lie or defend your end, you knew it was the truth.
“Y/N.” Sam gave you an incredulous look. “Admit it. You’re a spoiled girl.”
You shot him almost the exact same look he was giving you.
“Say it, Y/N.” Sam repeated himself.
“I’m… I’m a spoiled girl.” You forced yourself to say.
“Yeah, you are.” Sam finally captured your lips with his, smiling when you whimpered into his mouth.
You pulled away for air for just a second, then, hooked your arm around his neck to pull him down even closer than before.
Hoping to soften him up, you began sucking and biting at the spot just beneath his ear. You repeated the same actions as you worked your way down, leaving a pretty trail of darkening marks on his neck.
You pulled away to examine what considered beautiful little pieces of art, but then Sam’s voice - low and breathy, was floating through your ears again.
“Don’t be shy. Put some more,” Sam encouraged breathlessly. “Put some more, doll.”
You reattached your lips to his neck without a second thought.
A soft groan sent vibrations through Sam’s chest and neck and you smiled against his skin.
“Don’t get too giddy. I’m still the one in control here, doll face.” Sam let you leave a few more marks, before pulling you away.
“You want me to make you feel good now?”
You nodded, practically ready to cry at the idea of finally getting what you wanted so badly all evening.
“Turn around.” Sam commanded, guiding you with two hands firmly on your hips. “And you might wanna hold onto the counter.”
“Sammy-“
“Hush.” He cut you off, dropping to his knees behind you.
A gasp of shock fell from your lips, as felt Sam gather up the back of your dress at the hem and push it up over your ass, holding it there with one of his hands.
He hooked his other hand into your panties, working then down your legs. “Step out of these, will you, doll?”
You lifted one leg up at a time and as soon as they were off completely, Sam shoved them into his back pocket before returning his attention back to you.
“God, you’re fucking dripping.” Sam practically groaned. “Have you been like this all night? Hmm?” he taunted.
“Sam, please.” You begged, staring down at your hands that were gripping the cold, marble counter top. “That’s enough teasing.”
“Didn’t I say hush?” Sam’s hand connected roughly with your outer thigh, sending the chilling sound of the smack all throughout the kitchen. “I didn’t say it just for shits and giggles. I’m gonna make you feel good on my time and you’re gonna be patient.”
As much as you wanted to argue with him, or begging him to the point where he would question your sanity a little, you so desperately needed an orgasm at the mercy of his mouth or fingers. Or both.
“Be my good, spoiled girl… M’gonna make you cum all pretty and messy. Right here - just as soon as I’m ready.”
Sam reached back and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He unlocked it, going straight to that god forsaken app linked to the vibrator still tucked inside your dripping cunt.
“I want you dripping all over this fucking floor.”
Sliding his thumb over the screen, the vibrator whirled to life and you faintly heard the soft clatter of Sam sitting his phone on the floor beside him.
You fought to swallow down the whimper that wanted to escape you already. And you had succeeded… Until Sam hiked one of your legs onto his shoulder, positioning himself between your legs.
His tongue suddenly licked from your entrance, up to your clit and there was no holding back the sound that ripped it’s way out of you.
You clenched around the toy inside you, legs already trembling around Sam’s head as you struggled to stay standing. He let your dress drop back down, using both hands as extra support to hold you up.
“Oh, fuck- oh fuck,” You moaned, barely able to keep yourself quiet anymore, even though you were trying your best to.
Sam just hummed against you, flicking his tongue against your clit at a speed that had your head spinning.
You released the countertop as the rest of your body started to shake and you laid your upper body over the counter, unable to hold yourself up any longer.
“Oh my god…” You rolled your hips, grinding your center into Sam’s tongue.
The vibrations inside you stayed steady; that in combination with Sam’s tongue licking at your clit was mind numbing.
Sam pulled away for a split second. “Tell me how it all feels, Y/N. I wanna hear you say it yourself.”
You tried to sound as coherent as possible. “Feels- it feels so good, i-“
“What feels good?” He pried, reattaching his lips to your clit and sucking it into his mouth, emphasizing his question.
“Oh, god- fuck-“ You cried out. your legs starting to tremble around Sam’s head. “Your mouth Sammy- Your mouth and the- and the toy.”
That burning feeling that Sam had gotten you far too acquainted with over the last few hours returned, making your belly burn and tingle, as if there was actually a fire melting you from the inside out.
You almost didn’t want to tell him you were getting close, in fear of having it ripped away once again.
“Mm- keep going, Sam,” Your whimpers were like music to his ears - Though somewhat muffled by your thighs, he still found all your pretty noises utterly addictive.
“S’good! Please, please, please, keep going…”
The closer you got, the slower the movements of Sammy’s tongue became.
You were mere seconds away from falling over the edge, when he came to a completely stop and another orgasm was ripped right out of your grasp.
“Samuel!” You seethed, on the verge of fully bursting into tears.
You were quite literally dancing on the line of hysteria.
“That was just to prove how spoiled you are. Such a little whore for me.” Sam said lowly, picking up his phone and shutting off the vibratory inside you as he rose to his feet.
He gathered your dress back up and bunched it up in one hand again at your lower back. His fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you up to meet with his chest.
Sam’s lips, dampened with your wetness, ghosted the shell of your ear. “For my mouth...” His hand abandoned your hair, coming around to the front of your body and snaking down to your clit.
He just barely let his middle finger touch it. “…My fingers…”
And finally, he pressed his hips against you, his cock pushing into your lower back.
“My cock…” It came out a bit more breathy. You weren’t exactly the only one incredibly worked up. “And I always just give it all to you. Whenever you want.”
A breathy whimper fluttered out of you as you attempted to roll your hips into Sam’s finger still ghosting over your clit, taunting you.
“I know you wanna give it to me, Sammy. Please.”
“I do.” He nodded, despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “But-“
You cut him off almost immediately. “Samuel Francis, I won’t stay shoved up against this counter all night.”
“Oh, you won’t?” Sam pressed two fingers into your clit, rubbing lazy circles into it.
“N-no.” Of course your voice would betray you.
“I think you’re bluffing to get your way.” Sam practically growled into your ear.
His fingers traveled further down, slipping inside you just enough to tug the little -but powerful- vibrator out of your fluttering cunt.
“Open my phone.” He commanded, bringing the vibrator right up to rest over your clit.
With shaking hands, you picking his phone up off the counter and unlocked it.
“Mhm. Good girl,” he pressed the toy harder against you. “Now to to the app linked with this toy and turn it on.”
A ragged, burning, breath tore it’s way out of your lungs at his command.
You felt his hand release your dress and you heard the sound of his zipper being undone.
“Turn. It on.” Sam hissed. “Don’t make me say it again, doll baby.”
You slid your trembling thumb over the screen and the vibrator whirled to life against you, sending you doubling back down onto the cold counter.
Sam maneuvered his pants and boxers down with one hand, stroking himself a few times before carefully lining himself up at your entrance.
“Tell me to give it to you like the greedy girl you are.” Sam purred, just barely sinking his tip inside you.
“Give it- give it to me. I need it.” You rushed out, pushing back into him in hopes to sink him deeper. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“Yeah, that’s my spoiled, baby.” In one swift thrust, Sam was filling you up completely.
After only a few slow thrusts, Sam was already dragging you towards the edge.
“Off.” Sam grunted, keeping his slow, agonizing, pace. “Turn it off.”
You had half the mind to whip around and slap him, but given your current position, your only option was words.
More stuttered. fucked out, words… That would likely have little effect on him.
“What-? What the fuck! No, I’m not turning it off.” Of course, you didn’t exactly think over the consequences of your defiance.
Sam was the one holding the toy after all.
“Okay.” Sam bit, removing the buzzing toy from your clit himself. “Listen to you. You think your demanding ass really deserve to cum?”
You let your constant stream of whimpers be his answer, fumbling with his phone to shut off the vibe like he had asked.
“Good girl. Thank you.” Sam hummed, deepening his thrusts again.
One of Sam’s hands gripped your hip, his other bringing the vibe back to your clit, making you jump.
“Sensitive little thing. I bet this pretty clit is just aching, isn’t it?”
“Fu- yes,” you choked out through your desperate moans.
“Turn it back on.” Sam gripped your hip tighter, trying to hold you still when your hips jerked against the dizzying buzz.
The vibrations were almost too much for you anymore. Sam had edged you so many times now, that it was starting to turn into a sick combination of pain and pleasure.
“I want you to ask me like a good girl to cum.” Sam told you, quickening the pace of his hips. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you, that only he could reach. “Be sweet to me and I just might let you.”
Your head was spinning and not a single coherent thought was left hardly.
All you could think of was the orgasm Sam was steering you right towards, hoping he wasn’t going to rip it away from you again.
“I can’t- i… fuck, Sammy,” You dropped his phone against the counter, panting and moaning his name and whatever swears that first came to mind.
“You better figure it out, princess.” Sam warned, groaning rather loudly as you fluttered around him. “Ask me nicely to make you cum. All sweet and pretty.”
“, Sammy, please. I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging-“ The words flew out of your mouth so fast, they were barely even understandable. “Please. Please, let me cum, baby. Please!”
“Turn the vibrator up a little.” Sam ordered, voice much softer than before. “Wanna see how hard you can cum for me, princess.”
You picked his phone back up, unlocking it once again and dragging your finger up the screen.
“Oh, my fucking- god, Sam!” You cried out, reaching down and grabbing Sam’s wrist.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to pry the vibrator away, or press it harder against your swollen bundle of nerves.
“Go ahead and cum for me,” Sam angled his hips just so, relentlessly pounding into the spot he knew would send you spiraling. “Make a mess all over my cock, spoiled girl.”
Your jaw fell slack and your eyes squeezed shut. Your body froze and all your previous noises fell silent, as if your body was short circuiting from the immense pleasure cursing through your body.
A glass-breaking sound erupted from your lungs suddenly as your high took over.
Even Sam was a bit stunned by the sudden outburst; he had never heard a sound quite like that come out of you.
Yet, it still served to drag him even closer to his own high.
“Come on, princess. Come on,” Sam coaxed, trying to keep his pace despite how much your hips were writhing. “I got you. Just let it all go... Give it to me.”
That white hot coil in your belly exploded abruptly, making your eyes roll back and squeeze shut.
Your body couldn’t even move anymore. All your muscles tensed up, unwilling to relax until your orgasm passed.
Sam was mere seconds behind you. The feeling of you clenching around him - basically trapping him inside you as you continued to flutter around him, was his final straw.
He spilled inside of you, too caught up in his own high to even realize a soaking combination of you both covering you both.
As you both came down, Sam pulled the vibe away and carefully leaned over you to grab his phone and turn it off.
“Fuck me…” Sam muttered breathlessly, slightly gasping to refill his lungs with air. “I think… fuck-“
You heard him, but your brain was too clouded to even fully comprehend what he was trying to say.
“Baby, did you… Did…?” He gently lifted your dress up, eyes immediately noticing the stream of juices running down not only your thigh, but his own also. Wet splotches scattered over the thin, black material of his pants that he didn’t even take all the way off.
You took a couple deep breaths, taking in the way your body felt as though it was buzzing. The fogginess of your brain, the wetness coating your legs… the marble against your skin that was once cool to the touch, but had been warmed beneath your blazing skin.
“Did I… did i what?” You asked slowly as you turned around to face him.
“Baby, I think I made you squirt...” Sam said in complete astonishment. “Holy fuck… i… holy fuck.”
The softest giggle fluttered out of you at Sam’s state of shock.
“That was… wow. My body feels so weird, but good.”
“I think I just need to take these off.” Sam huffed a soft laugh, bending down to remove his pants and boxers the rest of the way. “And I need to get you cleaned up, too.”
He tossed his clothes over his shoulder and then picked you up in his arms, carrying you up the stairs and to your bedroom.
“Get undressed, doll.” Sam ordered gently. “Gonna run you a bath.”
“Us.” You corrected him and he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom.
“You’re gonna run us a bath.”
“Is his your way of getting round two out of me?” Sam questioned seriously, making his way into the bathroom. “Cause it’s working!”
“You’re out of your mind, Samuel!” You yelled back, practically becoming lightheaded at the thought of having another orgasm.
You heard Sam turn on the water as you began prying your dress off your body, finally ridding yourself of it with an exhausted huff, just as Sam walked back into your bedroom.
“I make you squirt one time and now you’re down for the count?” Sam teased. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to work on that.”
“I am not down for the count!” You protested.
“Oh?” Sam stalked towards your slowly, almost taunting you. “Then come here.”
“Okay, okay!” You out your hands out in front of your bare body. “Wait wait wait!”
Sam lunged at you, grabbing you and pulling you right into his body.
He wrapping both arms around you, pressing a few quick kisses to the side of your face.
“Maybe another day, babe. I’ve put you through enough tonight.”
“More than enough.” You faked an annoyed tone.
“Shut up. You loved all of it.” Sam rolled his eyes, carefully walking the two of you a few steps backwards towards the bathroom before he let go of you.
“Now come on, spoiled girl, before you keep distracting me and the bathtub overflows.”
@jake-kiszkas-smirk @theweightofjake @shutupdevvie @belovedsamuel @gardensgatedaisy @ageofbarbarians @positivegvfthings @gretasmokerising @doodle417 @jordierama @jakekiszkasleftnutsack @asparrowofthedawn @greta-van-chaos @skankforjakekiszka @sarakay-gvf @teddiie @colorstreammind @ofburningskies
#gvf#gvf smut#sam kiszka#sam kiszka smut#greta van fleet#sammy gvf#greta van fleet smut#peaceful army#gvf fic#greta van fic#greta van fleet fics#sammy kiszka gvf#gvf x reader#gvf fanfiction#greta van smut#greta van fleet fan fiction#sam gvf#sfk#samuel kiszka#samuel francis kiszka#sam kiszka gvf#gretavanfleet#danny wagner#jake kiszka#josh kiszka#jake gvf#danny gvf#josh gvf#greta van fleet fluff#sam kiszka x reader
490 notes
·
View notes
Text
//Actually...Lucifer as a character fascinates me.
He wanted to give people free will, and believed in the good in humanity. He's become jaded and cynical, when it comes to the sinners but he ultimately loves his wife and daughter....so he's not all bad which is so interesting when you take into account the heirarchy of Hell.
He's at the top, then its his wife and daughter, then the sins (which..considering how Lucifer was cast out....what made them fall? How did they end up as the sins? Did they also do something that Heaven didn't like? What about Mammon? Why is he [so far] the worst one? Did he do something worse? Was he not as much of a jerk in the beginning, only to get worse over time? Did he voluntarily leave and become a sin? Hopefully we'll find out in Sinsmas but I digress) The Goetias, who were (if Sera is anything to go by) fallen angels. Did they agree with Lucifer? Or were they cast out for other reasons?
Overlords, Sinners....then the Hellborn, followed by the Imps and Hellhounds. Like, idk Lucifer doesn't seem like the type of guy to have anything against imps or Hellhounds. Hence why he's probs not going to give two shits about Ozzie dating Fizz, or Bee and Tex. So....who created the hierarchy of Hell? Because based on his pre-development...I can see Lucifer putting the sinners down at the bottom.
So like....did he just decide... 'Ok so here's how it's supposed to go.' Up until the sinners and then was like 'Oh fuck I forgot to put the others somewhere' and just went 'ok gonna put 'em wherever.
Or did someone else, most likely Lilith since its implied she was the big brains behind Hell. If so, why would she out the Hellborn, Imps, and Hellhounds so low?
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
why’d you only call me when you’re high? - ellie williams
sorry quick note ~ I haven’t wrote in a while, please take it with a grain of salt! also not proof read, not gonna give any warnings except from drug paraphernalia because minors are probably gonna read this anyway LMFAO
“please baby i need you.” The text that pinged on your phone illuminated your room.
“fuck.” you cursed to yourself, carefully evaluating the notification, scared to click on it.
Your thumb was grazing over the screen starting to swipe it away when another appeared.
“i could fuck you so good right now just come over”
You knew she was as high as a kite, floating in the clouds. The weed haze clouding her mind, causing her to text you illogical, meaningless words. You couldn’t fall for her trap again, although every bone in your body was telling you otherwise.
As you did every few days, you laced up your converse and pulled on one of your oversized hoodies to battle the cold for the three minute walk you were about to make to Ellie’s cabin. The three minute walk that had you contemplating every single aspect of your life.
You liked her message, too embarrassed and full of shame to click in any words. That was Ellie’s confirmation. The familiar sense of deja vu settling over the both of you. You know its a problem when even Ellie can feel it. Because at this moment in time, she literally can’t feel anything. Just desire and lust, for her ex-girlfriend. You.
The snow beneath your shoes shifted to the side as you trudged along the path. The whole of Jackson was silent, nothing but the gust of wind and a few howls of coyotes and the occasional dog bark in the distance. Stillness surrounded you like it was closing in on you. Your nervousness settling into your throat, creating an everlasting lump you just couldn’t swallow.
~ knock, knock, knock. ~
The door opened and you were immediately greeted by Ellie, hands encased in her pockets.
“You okay?” You smoothly slid past her, avoiding all eye contact. That was until you felt her hands slither around your waist, pulling you back into her.
Her breath heaved onto your neck, the rise and fall of her chest pressing against your back.
“God. Do you know what you do t’ me?” She exhaled, taking an angry bite at your clavicle as she pulled the shoulder of your hoodie down.
“N-no.” You replied innocently, but you knew full well what you were doing.
The same as every weekend, she’d fuck you dumb and then you’d leave dazed as guilt crashed onto every compartment of your brain. Why did you let her keep using you like this?
“And these jeans…” Ellie dipped her hands into your waistband, pulling at the hem of your panties, grazing her middle finger over your clit ever so gently. A low moan and breath escapes your throat and the lump suddenly disappears.
“They make your ass look so good.” She grabbed at it with the hand that wasn’t pre-occupied at your cunt, giving it a squeeze and a slap before running her fingers up to grab your hair.
“I’ve been fuckin’ soaked since i seen you at the stables with Cat today. Y’ looked so fuckin’ fine baby.” Her breathy sentence only made you arch your ass further into her hips, but she pulled them away, pulling her hand from lapping at your cunt as well.
“mmm- Els!”
“What? Use your words princess.” The girl smiled into your jaw before turning you around to face her and backing you up slowly towards the end of her bed.
“I can’t keep doing this to myself.” As the words air Ellie corks her head.
“So why do you keep giving in? Huh darling?” Her veiny hands now pulling the bottom of your hoodie up your torso, but you quickly bash them away.
“I can’t keep you out of my head-“ You keep your eyes on hers, gazing into her dilated pupils, the scent of weed filling your nose.
“mhm…” She grunts. Ellie shoves you down onto the mattress, pulling off her own jumper to reveal her discoloured sports bra then continues to unbutton her jeans.
“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different result.” she mumbles, Her crotch meets your jeans as she drives her lips into yours.
“I’m not insane… but you on the other hand.”
All of a sudden your pants are being tugged off your legs aggressively.
“You just keep comin’ back for more.”
She’s now kissing down your torso, leaving marks on your chest, the top of your supple tits and then your stomach, before she reaches your abdomen.
Her eyes dart up to your face. The face thats looking down at her is lewd and doe eyed, and shes eyeing the mouth thats releasing soft moans and whimpers at the contact of her lips.
“You want me to take care of you baby? Make y’ feel good?”
“Mhm- yes, please els.”
A smirk contorted on her lips as you begged.
“who’s pussy is this? hmm?”
You writhed underneath her, arching your back and pushing your ass up so your cunt would work towards her mouth. Fuck, she knew how to work you up.
“Your- yours! Only yours baby.”
Your designation ignited her fire very obviously, as she dove her mouth, nose and jaw into you, lapping at your cunt like she had been dehydrated for hours in the Sahara desert.
Although you could hardly understand what dirty talk she was sputtering as you seen stars and heard nothing but white noise, you could still smell the weed. It infiltrated every sense except from the orgasm building up in your core.
“Cum for me pretty girl.”
#Spotify#ellie williams#the last of us#fanfic#smut#ellie x fem reader#ellie x you#iwanthertotreatmebadly
65 notes
·
View notes
Note
Okay, first off, I ADORE your blog. You're writing style and creativity? *Chefs Kiss*
Secondly, I wanted to ask, how do the Icons of Hell react to a reader SO that is self-conscious, and\or has low self-esteem?
(I also can't help but wonder if Vorticas[I think that's the right spelling] name is a pun?)
[Thenk you very much, I'm pleased you're having fun. <:7]
Self-conscious reader and the Icons
Vesper is perhaps the nicest about it, realistically. You're Queen of Lust, everyone wants you and everyone admires you! What kind of madness is this?! What do you not like about to yourself? He'll make you sit down and tell him, just list it off. He's no psychologist, but Vesper's sure changes in your routine and self-afirming exercises will strip that out of you.
Vorticia has had many kids, all of which have already gone through their very hectic adolescent phases, in which they struggled with all sorts of natural self-esteem issues. She knows the types of things that can be weighing you down, and although her attitude is very "no nonsense", the Queen of Gluttony will crack at your tilted view of reality jarringly fast. She's the first to notice how deep your insecurities go.
Zizz is entirely out of his depth. He doesn't know what to do with you. He's not sure why you feel this way, and he's even more stressed out when his frantic declarations of your supposed perfection are just shunned. He even gets a tad irritated. He doesn't know what to tell you, so he forces you into dreams where you're worshipped from top to bottom- Physically and verbally, by numberless faceless demons and himself. He hopes repeating this achieves something.
Kalymir is a cunt. An honest cunt. He doesn't know what the fuck is in that shitheap you call a brain, but it's all wrong. It fucking grates on his nerves hearing you say that shit, get out, touch the ground, do something you moping little ball of misery! What are you, some fucking loser? Chin up, bitch- You're the Queen of Wrath! Act like it, dumbass. Do you think he would have picked you if you were worthless?
Rinx unfortunately has a very linear approach to dissatisfaction. Materialism. But how can you be insecure, when you have everything you could ever want laid at your feet, woman?! What is there to be insecure about? Come on, you're overthinking it. You'll have to be more vocal about it with Rinx, he will gladly get you help, but he doesn't really know how to tackle it on his own.
Cero... Will only assert your insecurities. He doesn't even mean to do it (unless it's a punishment), but it's not in his nature to praise or lift spirits. He thinks the correct way to go about this is to have everyone else praise and worship the ground you walk on, instead of adressing you directly. See, don't be a fool, look how superior you are to them. This is childish honestly, the two of you have better things to waste your time on.
Livius is someone you need to urgently avoid, like the plague. Remember, he mimics you. If you're deeply insecure and unwell, he'll take on those traits too. What ends up happening is that he'll adopt your insecurities and create a cycle of negative feedback. No, you're not ugly- He's ugly!!! HE'S STUPID AND USELESS. Congratulations, now you're both mentally unwell.
To address the name thing, a lot of these names are puns, and I've said it before too.
Vorticia = Vore + Morticia.
Rinx = "Rings".
Zizz = Catching Z's.
Kalymir = Derived from "calamity".
Vesper = Not exactly a pun so much as I'm determined to give vaguely religious names to sex demons as an inside joke.
Livius = From a roman origin, means "livid or envious". Liviu, a man who envies others.
(Di) Cero = Means wax in Latin, because this fucker waxes poetic. It also sounds like "zero" in some languages (including mine), and he's a whole ass 0/10. The name is also said to be associated with unstable, bitter individuals.
122 notes
·
View notes
Note
how do you hardpack when the strap is always erect
I’m more than happy to answer this because it’s taken a bit to work this out for myself and I’d love to offer some suggestions.
The two main pieces are the dick and the harness. Get a dick that bends or one that is “posable”. I pack with the Axolom Atlas most days because it’s soft enough to bend and tuck but hard enough for killer head and most penetrative sex. There’s a larger and smaller version of this bad boy so if you’re feeling nervous about size, maybe try the smaller Perseus. I own the largest one, Eros, and it’s fun as hell to fuck with but not at all packable for me. Some posable dicks or like a 4-in-1 device could also work but I don’t have much experience there. The industry term for hardpacking seems to be pack-n-play so try that in your searches.
The second part- the harness is equally important. I buy the monochrome version of this Cake Bandit harness but I linked this one to reference the fourth photo. If you put your cock through the top opening, you can tuck the head down into the bottom band and it keeps it bent down. It creates a nice, grabable bulge and it’s easy enough to release the head for the moment you want to pack to the side or slap it lightly on a femme’s lips. The harness is comfortable to wear for 10+ hours and provides enough stability for sex.
I hope this helps! I hope some other hardpacking folks will chime in with their faves.
I don’t know why it makes me a feel a little shy to have a picture of my favorite dick in the link preview just out there in the open. 🙈 This baby has been to Lowe’s, France, and Disneyland with me. We’re a bonded pair.
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
HEY HEY HEY *SLAPS YOUR FACE* WAKE UP!!! I JUST MADE THE MOST INSANE STRING OF DISCOVERIES
-Setting the scene: I can't sleep. I'm rolling around in bed. I'm thinking about Camelot. The musical. As one does. Guys we ALL do this c'mon.
-Man the love triangle dynamics changing from version to version is interestinggg.
-Man the way the show sometimes has some interesting things to say about sexuality but also sometimes wants Nothing to do with sexuality while also having it written in the text is interestinggggg.... I wonder if anyone way smarter than me has ever written a deep dive essay about THAT.
-I'M NOT GETTING ANY SLEEP TONIGHT! TO GOOGLE!
-there actually is something written up about the movie but I think the full thing is behind a paywall siiiigh
-Oh what's this? A very interestingly titled BroadwayWorld forum title about scandalous nudity??? In Camelot????
- Strap in. Go pee before I start the car. This is INSANE.
-So what I stumble upon is a theater company in Massachusetts DEEPLY embroiled in the drama of advising people that their Camelot is GONNA HAVE NUDITY. Drama from 2005 (?) trapped in the amber that is the wonderful world of the internet
- The theater goers of Massachusetts are GOOPED.
- Some of them are also stupid lots of "well if you're adding nudity maybe I'LL ACTUALLY STAY AWAKE TO WATCH CAMELOT😂😂😂😂"
-also "Listen. There has never been sex EVER in Camelot" which ????????
- Like everyone is going in like "WHERE COULD YOU POSSSSSIBLIY PUT NUDITY???" bestie...you can't come up with one educated guess where they might slide that in? "NIMUE??? WILL NIMUE BE TITS OUT?????" "Will Morgan Le Fay be NAKED??? because she lives alONE IN THE FOREST???" y'all.
- Like so so sooo many entries in before someone eNTERTAINS the thought that it could be for a Lance Genny hook up.
-I don't know if this person was referencing another production or THIS MASSACHUSETTS PRODUCTION? They made it unclear. But they mention a staging of Fie on Goodness....where Mordred riles up the knights so much....they take off their shirts????? H eLLO????? ❓❓❓
-A NEW THREAD IS ADDED TO BROADWAYWORLD FORUMS
- A NEW CHALLENGER ENTERS THE RING
-Bro. A full blown RANT from the THEATER COMPANY THEMSELVES
-SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE.
-What is Talking Broadway and why are you BANNED bestie??? WHAT IS THE TEA WITH THE ADMIN???
- ALSO AND THIS IS THE BIG ONE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NUDITY IS IMPLEMENTED VIA A TOPLESS BALLET DANCING UNICORN?????
-WHERE??? WHEN??? HELLO????
-CAMELOT YOU ARE ALREADY AT 3 HOURS NOW WHEN DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR A TITS OUT BALLET????
- it's 4 am. I flex my googling fingers. I'm getting to the bottom of this. I am NOTHING if not MENTALLY ILL ABOUT CAMELOT THE BROADWAY MUSICAL BY LERNER AND LOWE. And by GOD I will document it with GREAT DETAIL for you ALL!
- First of all no I did not find any evidence of what THIS SPECIFIC 2005 BALLET LOOKED LIKE
- But I did figure out where there was a ballet!
- Listen so there are two old men in the forums arguing about how on the OG OG OLD OLD OLD SCHOOL RECORDS FOR CAMELOT??? I guess you can catch some of the cut songs/versions of songs?
-One man insists a number known as "The Persuasion" or "Enchanted Forest Ballet" is on this record
-Other man flexes that he just got OUT his old album and it is not there.
-but either way I have my lead.
-So for those of you not SO DEEP IN THE CAMELOT SAUCE YOU CAN NO LONGER SEE THE SUN This is referring to an OLLDDDD version of the show where Mordred wants to fuck with King Arthur and keep him out of the castle so Lancelot and Genny can get caught treason hugging so what he does is he goes to the forest, finds Morgan Le Fay, convinces her to create a magic forcefield around Arthur while he's out and about so he can't move and he DOES THIS by bribing her with chocolate which works because you see Morgan Le Fay in this version lives in a home made of food BUT NO SWEETS so she can be bribed with chocol----
-yEah so that got written out of the show fast. And for good reason. But here it is if you are curious. I think this is where the unicorn boobies would be featured (yes. Remember this is about nude Camelot in Massachusetts DO NOT LOSE SIGHT OF THE PLOT HERE PEOPLE) also detail for those of you who have seen the bootleg too many times the revival repurposes this tune in the score for Morgan's entrance. NEAT!
youtube
-Okay also??? Random detail? Merlin was played by a child because Merlin ages backwards and at the end of the show that child plays Tom of Warwick. Neat
-Have you made it this far??? Are you still here???? I GOT ONE MORE THRILLING TURN FOR YOU ALL GUESS WHO WAS IN THE ENSEMBLE FOR THIS PRODUCTION OF GRITTY NUDITY CAMELOT IN MASSACHUSETTS
-JOSH CHAN!!! FROM CRAZY EX GIRLFRIEND!!!!
-Okay now you have made it to the end. I'm gonna need S O much coffee for work today.
🧍🏻♀️
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drawing a Line on the Carpet
Summary: It's Y/N's first time alongside Jensen on the red carpet. She feels pretty exposed, but things could be worse, and they just might end up that way.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Light Smut. Brief fingering, lots of making out. Jensen being sexy af and also a complete badass. Brief violence. Slightly insecure plus-sized!reader.
Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N (Surprise cameo from a non SPN actor! 😉)
Word Count: 2.5k+
A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Write a scene that describes your MC well. I think this whole fic describes my version of Jensen very well. 😊
I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.
A/N 2: I have like three ongoing series, that I should be working on and 2 requests that are still waiting to be finished. (I'm SO sorry! They're coming - PROMISE!)
So, of course I had to write this Jensen RPF that absolutely no one asked for. 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️ But I couldn't help it, the idea flew into my head and I couldn't get it out. So -
TA DA!! 😝😝
As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics
Masterlist || Tag Lists
Y/N stood in front of the full length mirror hanging on the hotel wall and nervously ran a hand down the tight fitting bodice of the emerald green, silk, sleeveless dress she was wearing. Although it fit more snugly than anything she usually wore, she was okay with the way the material clung to her torso and exposed a healthy, but acceptable, amount of cleavage.
It was the high slits that ran up the sides of both her legs, exposing her thick thighs, and even giving a peek at the swell of her hip, that had her leery and wanting to change out of it.
When she stood stock still, the material of the skirt hung closed. But as soon as she shifted at all, her legs were exposed. She frowned at her reflection and wondered if she really had the courage to wear it.
A low whistle from the doorway startled her, but she smiled as she caught Jensen's eye in the mirror. He was dressed in dark gray pants, an emerald green v-neck t-shirt to match her dress, over which he wore a perfectly tailored black suit jacket.
He looked stunning. Of course.
"Man," he said with a regretful shake of his head, "it's just too bad, I was really looking forward to going to this opening tonight."
Y/N frowned, disappointed. "What? Why can't we go? What happened?"
Jensen wandered up to stand behind her. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, his forearm draped over her chest, pinning her back against him, while he snaked his other arm around her waist.
"Well, we're never gonna make it on time since I plan on ripping this fucking dress off you, throwing you down on the bed and not letting you up for at least three or four hours. Movie's gonna be over by then."
He shrugged as though there was simply nothing he could do about it before sliding his hands up to wrap around her upper arms, holding her still while he nuzzled into her neck.
Her hair was swept up and pinned in place, so there was nothing to stop his searching lips as they nibbled and sucked along the column of her neck and across the curve of her shoulder.
"Mmmm...Jensen..." she breathed. "Jensen, stop. You are not giving me a hickey that I'm gonna have to try and cover up, like I'm a teenager who stayed out past curfew!"
"Pfft! Don't cover them up." Jensen scoffed and Y/N didn't miss the fact that he'd said, 'them'. He sucked and nipped at her skin, and despite her protests, Y/N tilted her head so he had easier access. "Let everyone see them, remind them that you're mine."
Y/N moaned lightly before finally ducking her head and lifting her shoulders so he couldn't keep trying to mark up her skin. She turned to face him and looped her arms around his neck. "I'm nervous enough about tonight; trying to hide a hickey is the last thing I need."
Jensen shook his head. "I told you, you have nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart."
Y/N snorted. "Yeah, easy for you to say, you've walked down the red carpet hundreds of times." She sighed deeply. "Not really something an accountant gets the chance to do very often."
Jensen pulled her close and slid his hands through the slits of the dress giving her a light slap on the ass that made her gasp, before he grabbed up her fleshiness in both hands and squeezed, turning her gasp into a deep moan.
"That's because most accountants don't look this fucking hot in silk."
He dipped his mouth to hers, and thrust his tongue past her lips, licking up into her, greedily swallowing down her moans and stealing her breath.
He pushed her backwards until she was pressed up against the mirror, then pulled back slightly, panting into her mouth.
"Fuck, Y/N, you better tell me to stop or I swear to god, I really am gonna rip this to shreds and fuck you right here, where I can see you from every angle."
He spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her hands splayed against it, bracing herself. Jensen's hands covered hers and he encased her completely within the muscular circle of his arms. His breath was hot and damp on the side of her neck.
All of a sudden there was a knock on their hotel room door and the hotel concierge could be heard on the other side.
"Mr. Ackles, Ms. Y/L/N? Your limousine is here."
Jensen's groan turned into a growl. "Maybe he'll just go away." He panted roughly into her ear.
But the man was persistent, knocking again.
"Mr. Ackles?" He called again, and Jensen finally pushed away from Y/N to call back to him.
"Thanks, be there in five!"
Y/N giggled at the way Jensen's cheerful voice did not match the look of death he was shooting the man on the other side of the door.
She pushed away from the mirror and checked her reflection. She was slightly flushed and she'd have to reapply her lipstick in the limo, but otherwise she'd survived her boyfriend's ravaging fairly intact.
Jensen straightened his suit jacket and Y/N reached up to wipe away the smeared red lipstick on his mouth.
"Mmm..."Jensen nodded. "Thanks."
She smiled teasingly at him. "Of course. Can't let people see I've been ravishing you."
Jensen growled again and playfully nipped at her fingers as she thumbed across his lips, making her squeal and yank her hand back.
He grabbed up her wrap from the chair and guided her forward and out the door, with a hand at the small of her back.
As they passed through the door, he whispered low in her ear. "Just wait till we get back here tonight. Then we'll see who'll be ravishing who."
***
As they stepped out of the limousine and a million flashes started going off, every single one of Y/N's fears and dislikes about herself came screaming to the front of her mind.
On a day-to-day basis Y/N had learned to love her body just as it was, and was okay with how she looked. She knew she'd never be considered supermodel material - she was short, her arms were too chubby and her thighs weren't the right kind of thick, her ass was too wide, and her waist wasn't non-existent.
But as she'd matured and grown she'd come to simply accept herself; her body may not fit conventional beauty standards, but it was strong and healthy and she was content in it.
However, with so many eyes on her, in a dress that was much more revealing than she was used to, she could feel old remnants of body issues popping up in her mind.
But Jensen had hold of her hand as they walked towards the beginning of the red carpet, and she squeezed it a little tighter as she saw the incredibly long line of photographers just waiting to get their shots.
Jensen pulled her into his side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and rubbing his hand up and down her arm. He leaned down to kiss her temple and spoke quietly.
"You're doing fabulous, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning. Just smile naturally and breathe. We're good."
Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist and took his advice, letting her mind get caught up in the fun, instead of the fear.
Jensen knew a few of the photographers by name and he'd waved and shouted out greetings over the noise when he saw them.
Things were good; but about halfway down the carpet, things went very wrong.
As they reached the halfway point, all of a sudden Jensen cursed quietly beneath his breath. But the guy next to them on the carpet, an actor she sort of recognized, was more vocal about his displeasure.
"Fuck me! Drummond is here? Who the hell keeps giving that asshole a press pass?"
Y/N looked where the two men had been staring but she couldn't tell which person they had the problem with at first. But then a tall guy with a medium build and a pointed face began calling out to Jensen.
"Hey Ackles! Back on the red carpet again, huh? Still not here for your own stuff though!" Drummond chuckled.
Jensen ignored him and kept smiling, but Y/N was frowning at him. His words had the cadence of teasing, but there was something mean-spirited layered underneath. Then Y/N realized what it was; this dude was oozing jealousy.
As they continued down the line, moving about two feet at a time, stopping while the pictures were taken and then shuffling further along, the so-called photographer wouldn't stop shouting out "teasing" digs towards Jensen.
Every once and a while Drummond would shout something at the guy beside them too, who began talking to a publicist, trying to see about getting the heckler tossed, but Jensen shook his head at him.
"Don't give him the satisfaction, man. You'll just give him a bullshit story to run with. He wants to piss you off so he can snap an angry picture and say you were an asshole. Just pretend he isn't there."
His fellow actor agreed, but Y/N found it increasingly tough to follow suit. At one point, as they were finally starting to pass him, he asked Jensen what role Kripke was gonna lob his way next.
"I mean, he's pretty much the only reason you've got a career, huh?"
Jensen had to tighten his grip around Y/N's waist to stop her from storming forward and smacking the douchebag across the face. "Not worth it." He reminded her in her ear.
Finally they'd moved a few feet away from him, nearly past him completely, and he was getting desperate.
So, he shifted his focus.
"Who's your chubster date, Ackles? Is she related to someone important? Is bangin' her part of your five year plan to kickstart your career?"
Y/N felt like she'd been slapped, her cheeks burned with humiliation. But she was immediately aware of Jensen's body going rigid beside her.
For the first time since he'd started heckling them, Drummond had Jensen's full and undivided attention.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Jensen asked as he moved back towards the paparazzo. His arm crossed over Y/N's body and he tucked her behind him as he moved towards his target.
"Oh, come on, man! I'm just messing with you. What, you can't take a joke?" Drummond guffawed as he lifted his camera to snap the picture he'd been angling for the whole time.
Y/N pulled on Jensen's arm as she noticed. "Not worth it." She reminded him, but Jensen seemed to not even hear her as he stalked closer to Drummond.
"I'm giving you fair warning right now asshole, you utter one more word that has anything to do with my girlfriend, and I will knock your fucking teeth out of your filthy goddamn mouth. You understand me?"
Drummond wore an expression that was half gleeful at finally having wrought the reaction he wanted, and half terrified of the towering Texan issuing his warning.
Y/N moved up beside Jensen again, pushing slightly on his bicep. He didn't budge.
"Jensen, come on honey. He's not worth this shit."
"Ooh, the lady coming to the rescue. But you don't have to pull him away so soon, Chubbs, we're just chatting." Drummond cooed at Y/N, reaching over the metal barrier to grab her arm and try to hold her there.
Within seconds Jensen's fist was smashed into the photographer's face with a sickening crunch that told Y/N that his teeth might actually be loosened, and his nose was definitely broken.
He immediately let go of her arm and before he could even screech out his indignation and pain, Jensen's other fist was twisted up in his shirt front.
"I fucking dare you you to touch her again!' He roared at him. As the crowd around them seemed to finally cotton on to what was happening, camera flashes were suddenly all focused on them.
Security, and the actor who'd been beside them, leapt at Jensen to pull him off, but they couldn't seem to.
It wasn't until Drummond started blubbering and holding up his hands in front of him, that Jensen finally tossed him away in disgust and shook off the men trying to hold him.
He turned to Y/N who stood in shock, just silently trying to process what had just happened.
"Are you alright? Y/N?" He cupped her cheek, "Baby, are you good?"
She nodded absently and he grabbed hold of her hand as they were hustled out of the line and into the theatre. They went through back entrances and narrow, staff only hallways, and she was only vaguely aware of what was happening, letting them shuffle her along.
Finally she and Jensen were put into what seemed to be a cozy staff lunch room, coffee makers and squishy couches sat around the room and Y/N dropped onto the nearest one.
A minute later Jensen got down on his haunches in front of her and pressed a warm paper cup into her hand and she slipped the creamy coffee, letting it help her focus.
"How are you, sweetheart?"
Y/N shook her head and took hold of his hand, running her thumb gently over the bruises she could see forming there, under the red scrapes.
"How am I? How are you? Does it hurt?" She asked bringing them to her lips for a gentle kiss.
"No, they're fine." Jensen said, dismissively waving his other hand.
Before they could say more, a middle-aged man in a neatly pressed suit came in and Jensen stood up to greet him.
"Hello, Mr Ackles." The man said as he shook Jensen's hand. "My name is Tom Gentry and I'm the manager here. The police are here to have a word with you about what went down. They're gathering other's accounts as well. But they'd like to speak with you and Ms. Y/L/N separately."
Jensen looked down at Y/N and she nodded, giving him a smile to try and ease the lines of worry on his brow.
She looked to the manager. "Yes, that's fine."
"Follow me, Mr. Ackles, and the officers will be in momentarily, Ms. Y/L/N."
Y/N nodded again and Jensen kissed the top of her head. "Be back right away, sweetheart."
The cops who came in to talk with her were brusque but not rude. They asked their questions bluntly, but let her answer in full, simply making notes and nodding. It didn't take her long to give her version of what happened and they thanked her and left.
She waited another ten minutes before Jensen came back into the room. She stood up when he entered and he opened his arms as he reached her in only a few bow-legged strides. She stepped into them gratefully, shivering slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders, before pulling her tight against him.
"The cops are finished with us for now. So, let's get out of here, what d'ya say?"
Y/N nodded and followed along blindly. And before she knew it, they were back in the hotel room.
She dropped Jensen's suit jacket on the couch and wandered towards the bedroom. Jensen followed.
She sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room and Jensen sat on the corner of the bed, facing her.
After a minute, he spoke quietly. "Tell me what you're thinking."
Y/N tried for a smile, but didn't quite manage it. She shook her head. "I'm thinking...that...I don't know what to think."
Jensen's jaw clenched. "Did I scare you?"
Y/N was about to deny it, but then she realized that would be a lie. She shrugged. "A little I guess. I've never seen you like that." She frowned at him. "Where did that come from? I mean -".
"He put hands on you."
Y/N felt her breath catch at the look of ferocious intensity that was back in his eyes.
"I wasn't about to let that stand." He said in a deadly calm voice and she suddenly realized that a part of Dean really did live inside Jensen.
She shook her head. "But Jensen, you know that asshole is gonna press charges. Something like this could really put a dent in your career. He could make people think you've got some kind of terrible temper, that you'd be awful to work with, or even dangerous on sets."
Her voice was full of worry as she continued. "Speaking as one of the accountants at your agency, if I was there right now, I'd be telling them they're bound to lose money on this. You could lose potential roles, you're gonna lose -"
"I don't care about any of that shit, Y/N." He interrupted again. "I did what I did and I don't regret it for a second. The only thing I care about losing, is you."
A look of sadness came into his eyes and it broke her heart. "Have I lost you?"
Y/N's eyes widened. "What? What do you mean? Why would you lose me?"
Jensen scowled darkly. "I exposed you to that shit, to pigs like Drummond. He was cruel to you just to get at me." He shrugged. "And I scared you with how I acted. I'm not sorry about breaking his nose, but I am sorry about that."
Y/N stood up from the chair and moved to stand between his legs, leaning against him, and clasping her hands on the sides of his neck.
"Jensen, you startled me, more than scared me. It was just surprising to see that side of you. I know how calm you always are; so few things ever rattle you. I mean, you took his insults and taunting that entire time, without batting an eye. Meanwhile I wanted to fucking strangle him."
Jensen's mouth quirked up in the half smile she loved so much. She kissed his lips gently, briefly. A sad smile clung to her lips as she pulled back.
"As for him saying mean things to me..." she shrugged, "Well, sweetie, he's hardly the first and he certainly won't be the last asshole to judge me based solely on some bullshit beauty standards that exist in their own heads."
As Jensen looked up at her, she slid her palms up to grip his scruffy cheeks. "But I don't care about what he thinks. Or at least, I try not to. The only man's opinion I care about is yours, and," she patted her hair, "I know you think I'm hot right?" She said, her teasing grin not quite hiding the slight apprehension that colored her words.
She watched the passion and desire slide into Jensen's features the way it had so many times before, and her apprehension melted away.
He leaned forward to press kisses across her cleavage, his face being perfectly level with her breasts, before pulling her down to sit on his lap.
"You're the hottest fucking woman I've ever had in my arms and the only one who can make me hard instantly."
He pulled her hand to rest on his cock that was straining behind the fine material of his dress pants.
She bit into her lip, and whined loudly as he reached into the slit of her dress and shoved her thong aside so he could run two fingers through the wetness that pooled at her center.
"Fuck, Jensen!" She said in a voice made harsh by desire.
"Good idea, sweetheart. I believe I had plans to rip this dress off of you."
Y/N opened her eyes. "Jensen Ross Ackles, don't you dare!"
She was trying hard to see past her thrumming need to have him shred the dress to pieces, throw her onto the bed and fuck her into the mattress.
"Well then, darlin', you've got about 30 seconds to get out of it before I turn it into rags."
When Y/N didn't move fast enough Jensen started counting.
"One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three -"
Y/N squealed and started reaching for the zipper.
***
The next morning they sat in bed with the room service tray between them. As they finished up their breakfast, Jensen sighed.
"Well, shall we?"
They'd both turned their phones off last night, vowing to avoid the mess until the next day.
Y/N shrugged. "I guess we'd better."
Their phones beeped on and Y/N took a deep breath. She had dozens and dozens of text messages and social media notifications. She noticed that the vast majority of notifications seemed to point her to a specific Twitter thread. She clicked on it, just as Jensen chuckled beside her.
"Huh. I'll be damned." He said, mostly to himself.
She looked over to see he was clicked on the same thread and she started reading it on his phone. The thread was from the Twitter account of Chris Evans.
"That's who he was!" Y/N said out loud, finally recognizing the actor that had been beside them on the red carpet the night before.
Jensen looked at her incredulously. "You didn't recognize Chris? He's like, one of the most famous actors in the world!"
Y/N shrugged. "I knew he looked familiar. I was just too busy staring at my hot date!"
Jensen was still chuckling at her lack of Hollywood savvy as she picked up her own phone to read the thread.
Most of it was just a straightforward account of exactly how things had transpired, and an indictment of the entertainment industry in general for constantly letting men like Drummond get away with it.
Y/N noticed that Chris never repeated the gross, insulting things Drummond had said about her, simply stating that the paparazzo made misogynistic and body-shaming comments towards her.
The final two tweets in the thread, made Y/N get a little teary-eyed and made her even prouder to be dating the remarkable man next to her.
~~~~~~~
In closing, I'll just say this. I've known Jensen for more than 20 yrs in this business. We've never had the chance to hang out a lot, very unfortunately. But back in the day, we went up against each other for a lot of roles, and I'll be forever grateful he was too busy and stepped away, letting me take on the role of Cap. Whatever he says, I know he was a serious contender.
But throughout these 20 yrs I've been lucky enough to talk with him, and get to know him a little. He is always respectful, was always a gracious winner when the role went to him, and a good sport when I lucked out and got it. I've never seen him be anything but patient, calm and a true gentleman. Which should give some indication of just how disgusting the actions of this so-called photographer really were. For whatever it's worth, I think Jensen was completely in the right here, and I applaud his actions. @ jensenackles you're a badass, my friend.
~~~~~~
Jensen was smiling at his phone as Y/N finished reading. "Wow." She said simply.
"Yeah, he's a good dude." Jensen said with a nod. "That was really nice of him, and it seems to have made a pretty big difference. My phone is slammed with requests for interviews to talk about my 'heroic actions'."
Jensen shook his head and chuckled. "Man, this town is something else."
Y/N was beaming. "I'm so happy the truth is out there and that you're coming out on the right side of this."
She pushed his phone away and kissed him lightly. "I never did thank you, did I? For standing up for me?"
A wicked smile spread across Jensen's face and he pulled her close for a deeper kiss. They broke apart panting and Jensen cleared his throat.
"I'd say you thanked me plenty last night."
Y/N punched him lightly on the arm. "Well, if I remember correctly, you thanked me first, and then you thanked me again," she nibbled on his succulent bottom lip, "and again and again and again!"
"And again!" Jensen growled as he rolled her onto her back, knocking the breakfast tray to the ground.
Y/N giggled breathlessly and then moaned loudly as Jensen's mouth attached itself to her pulse point.
"You are very welcome, Mr. Ackles. Mmmm...my hero!"
1. Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays.
@lyarr24
@siospins2
@impalaslytherin
@akshi8278
@maggiegirl17
@candy-coated-misery0731
@nt-multi-fandom
@slytherinlyn314
3. Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.)
@sunshineandwings86
@kazsrm67
@sexyvixen7
4. Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well)
@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men
@awkward-and-indecisive
@maliburenee
@supernatural4life2022
@spn730015
@b3autyfuldisast3r
@kickingitwithkirk
@waywardbaby
@foxyjwls007
@deanwanddamons
@deandreamernp
@deanwithscissors
@myloversgone
@snowlovespie
@leigh70
@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone
@fangirlxwritesx67
@charred-angelwings
@hopefuldreamers-world
@mysherlock221b
@jensensgotyoudean
@stixnstripesworld
@thoughts-and-funnies
@magssteenkamp
@norman1967
@princessmisery666
@eevvvaa
@mishkatelwarriorgoddess
@deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy
@b-i-t-c-h-i-e
@twirpbunwarrior
@mysweetlittledesire
@waynes-multiverse
@mrsjenniferwinchester
@bernasaurus
@jensenslady79
#jensen ackles rpf#jensen ackles fanfiction#jensen ackles smut#jensen x plus-sized!reader#jensen x y/n#30 days writing challenge#jensen ackles fluff
248 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mamba Class
Prepare your butts because this one is chaotic. Make sure to read the very descriptive tags and get out your ELP wrote something dumb bingo cards. Thank you to @panchatea and @ggidolsmuts for beta reads and editing! I promise they're not responsible for the criminally stupid parts of this story, because I rejected those specific edits. They tried to stop this for everybody's benefit, but despite their efforts, it's here.
Tags: TheLounge, NSFW smut, Aespa, Winter, futa!Karina, Ningning, Giselle, look at the cover and try to guess the pairing(s?), also read Get To Blow You first if you haven’t already, penis-vagina sex, anatomy 101, the ultimate birth control, thoughts of throatfucking, thoughts of anal, thoughts of roleplay, thots of Aespa, thoughts of hatred, thoughts of questionable sexualities, thoughts of heterosexual sex, thoughts of homosexual sex, there’s a lot of thinking about lots of sexual topics okay just read the damn fic, wait there are more tags, bartering for nudes, choking intended to be violent but turns out to be sexy, cunnilingus, creeper photos, panty-stealing, breeding, crying about breeding, and I think maybe some student/teacher roleplay, okay now you can read the fic, thank you for coming to my TED tags
The room was similar to a set on which SM had made them shoot a very low budget video with particularly bad microphones. Tiny school desks with built-in chairs awkwardly set up next to each other in an otherwise bland, flat, entirely purple room. The difference was that this time there were only three desks instead of four, because Karina wasn’t seated. She was dressed as a sexy school teacher and trying—failing—to set up an oldschool overhead projector.
Of course, referring to any of Karina’s outfits as “sexy” was redundant. A pencil skirt, glasses, heels, and white blouse so tight that a button had to be left undone? Yeah. That’s fair. Looking like a sex nuke in some dorky-ass costume, Winter thought. She didn’t resent Karina for being so hot, but she still wasn’t over some portion of her inferiority complex, it seemed.
“Aw, come on,” Karina mumbled, “I had this ancient thing working at home…”
Giselle’s voice was muffled by her arms. “Why didn’t we just stay there, then?” Her boorish behavior matched her look. Her school uniform was worn askew, missing a button or two at both the top and bottom of her dress shirt, her necktie’s knot all the way down to her clavicle, and her stockings were replaced with fishnets. Her head was down, as if she was trying to take a nap.
“Yeah,” said Ningning. She wore her uniform a little differently. The skirt was far too short, the deep-cut shirt was tied up to make it an impromptu crop top, the jacket was left wide open, and she somehow found a pair of hot pink heels to wear over her white calf-length socks. She twirled her hair around her finger. “And why did we have to get dressed up for this?”
Winter scoffed. The other two were barely “dressed up,” unlike her. She’d put some effort in. Her uniform was steam-pressed, her stockings were regulation length, and, well, frankly, she didn’t look like such a god-damned whore. “Stop complaining.” Winter chided them both. “Karina said it was important, so we better listen.”
“Thank you, Winter,” Karina said. Teacher’s pet pride welled up in Winter’s chest. “Now if I could just turn this darn thin—Ah, fuck!”
Intense light jabbed Karina in the eye as the device flicked on as she peered into the reflectors. She staggered toward the light switch, blinking the residual shadows out of her eyes while the others chuckled. “I read an article online that said creating a clearly defined… ugh.” Karina rubbed at her eye as the light cut out. “A clearly defined educational scenario is good for information retention.”
Ningning gave Winter a confused look. Winter shrugged. She wasn’t in the mood, and it wasn’t the time, to explain big words to the bimbo.
On the wall, upside down, was a cutout diagram of a uterus, arrows pointing at each section. Karina sighed and flipped it right side up. "Who can tell me what this is?"
Winter and Giselle rolled their eyes at each other. Ningning answered, "My baby factory?"
Karina continued, unphased by the blatant disregard for scientific anatomical terminology. "Well, that is its function, kind of, yes. For the sake of ease, I'll be referring to this, collectively, as the vagina, but it's a fascinating piece of biological machinery, capable of creating life!"
"But only if it gets filled to the brim with the creamiest baby batter from a rock hard cock, right?" Ningning asked.
"Yyyes? Sure." Karina moved on, pointing everything out as she said it out loud. "See, here we have the parts you've no doubt seen, the labia majora and minora, the clitoris, and the vaginal opening. Just above is the unfortunately lesser-known urethra. That's where you pee from. And then inside, we have the vagina itself, cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries. These are the sections in which a baby can begin to be created, when a sperm manages to penetrate an egg."
She was interrupted by a loud, fake snore from Giselle. "We know how it wooorks!"
"No, this is good! I didn't know babies were made that far up in my hoohah!" Ningning was doing a great job at playing the ditsy student, though Winter couldn't tell if it was an act or not. "So what you're saying is that you have to really get absolutely flooded with jizz so it's squeezed through those teeny tiny fallcopium tubes?"
Winter scowled. "It's 'fal-OH-pee-in.' And just a little will do. Only one sperm cell has to get to an egg for pregnancy to occur."
"Cell…?" Ningning mumbled.
"Yes, thank you Wint—" Karina said.
"But," Giselle cut in with a sly grin, "surely more cum gives better chances, maybe even for more babies at once, right?"
Ningning's eyes lit up like they were extra projectors. "I hope so!"
"N—Hey! Let's not get too far off-lesson!" Karina looked flustered.
In spite of that flustering, or maybe partially because of it, Winter still found herself staring every few seconds. She licked her lips. Karina’s tits were the stuff of dreams. Her ass was held tightly by the pencil skirt, which slimmed it down, but it still so clearly flared out from her hips. As she stepped around the fake classroom, adjusting her maybe-fake glasses and pointing at the images on the wall, describing the functions of the female anatomy, the heavy clicking of her pointed heels on the floor gave Winter the kinds of ideas reserved for the bedroom, basement dungeon, and naughty fanfiction (which, considering one of those scenarios is currently relevant, the ideas were like, Karina forcing Winter to lick the heels, pushing them against her throat, etc, all while calling Winter a dirty, dirty girl, and masturbating onto her face. That would be hot, right, you dirty slut? You totally want to read about—).
Winter shook the horniness out of her head and caught back up with Karina’s likely-unnecessary sex ed lesson. She was just finishing the description of stem cell division.
"Now, having explained the basics," Karina stated with a very anime-esque push of her glasses up her nose, "I can explain how our birth control works. Though there are many types, ours has the side benefit of preventing all sexually transmitted infections without requiring barriers like condoms or dams, but it is also one hundred percent guaranteed effective. You see…" She swapped out projector slides to an image of a penis and a vagina, each covered by a ghostly blue sheen. "A nano force field is projected from each cell within the genital region…"
Obviously, Winter was fully aware of how their birth control worked. It was honestly so simple and easy to understand. Therefore, she took the opportunity to fantasize further about Karina. Since the Get to Blow You event, being canonically just over a week earlier, she had avoided Karina in the dorm. Sure, she was feeling quite a bit more confident in herself since then, but not quite so confident as the day itself, and she didn't want to come across as too eager to choke herself near to death on Karina’s footlong schlong at every possible opportunity. Which, for clarity, she was. Eager, that is.
Winter’s imagination ran wild with all of the things she wanted to do with Karina at once. She wanted to dress as a sexy maid and have homeowner!Karina throatfuck her for missing a spot while dusting, be saved from a burning building by firefighter!Karina and resuscitated via throatfuck, and welcome sailor!Karina home from a long voyage with a hug and/or a throatfuck right on the dock… But she fantasized about more than just throatfucking! Winter wanted Karina to bend her over a log on a mountain hiking trail and fuck her pussy, to fuck her ass on an Antarctic science mission, and to lock her in a dungeon and feed her nothing but cum by brutally throatfucking her like a war criminal.
Who’s the war criminal in that one…? Wait, why do I care? Stretch my throat, Karina, fuuuck…
A slap on the arm snapped Winter back to reality. Giselle gave her an “are you an idiot” sort of look and pointed at her mouth. Only then did Winter notice that she’d been drooling. She quickly wiped the throat lubricatio—drool away and looked back up at Karina just in time to catch the last sentences of the lecture.
“Therefore, as hot-blooded hot girls with large networks of extremely attractive friends…” Karina spun around to face the schoolgirls again, her tits coming to rest shortly after the rest of her stopped moving. “We are now perfectly within our rights (and expectations) to engage in any sexual activity we wish, with zero percent chance of pregnancy! Any questions?”
Winter assumed there would be no questions, but was immediately proven wrong.
“WHAT?!” Ningning screamed.
Karina blinked. “What… what?”
“ZERO PERCENT CHANCE OF PREGNANCY?!” That time, everybody covered their ears. They could still hear Ningning just fine.
“Um, yeah.” Giselle took a turn to respond. “That’s kind of exactly the point of ‘birth control.’”
“BIRTH CONTROL LETS YOU CONTROL WHEN YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY! IT’S IN THE NAME!”
“Technically yes, but like, by preventing it. It’s not like a remote con—”
Ningning’s next scream didn’t consist of words. It was an incoherent banshee wail. Winter stood up to slap a hand over her mouth. “God, Ningning! Calm the fuck down. What’s the big deal?” She pulled her hand away just in time to avoid being bitten.
“You can’t…” Ningning stuttered hard, “You can’t— You c— You can’t— You can’t— YOU CAN’T TELL ME— You can’t tell me about how baby-making works, getting me all hot and worked up, just to say I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!”
Winter would have planted her hands on her hips, but she still needed them to prevent hearing loss. “Yeah you did. Idol contract bullshit. Don’t worry, though. It’s reversible.”
Ningning stood up slowly, gripped the collar of Winter’s shirt, got inches away from her face, and whispered menacingly. She shook with the kind of rage a momma bear would have if she found out she didn’t actually have any babies to momma and wouldn’t be having any any time soon, which was an appropriately specific type of rage for the situation. Her enormous eyes were far wider than usual. “Hhhooowww?”
Winter shook too, but with the kind of fear that a puppy would have if confronted with a momma bear shaking with the kind of rage a momma bear would—everybody got the point.
“You can just get it reversed, Ningning,” Karina said, cautiously stepping forward. “After our contracts expire.”
Ningning’s head snapped over to her. “THAT’S GOING TO BE YEARS FROM NOW AND I WANNA GET BRED!”
“Babe,” Giselle said, far too calmly for the situation, “we work for SM. We get bread every daaay. Hahaaa—Shit.”
Giselle had to jump out of and behind her desk to put it between herself and Ningning, who let go of Winter to go on a new warpath. “THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR JOKES! I! NEED! BABIES!”
The action movie played out in a half circle around Winter. Giselle faked a twitch in one direction, then broke in the other, running past Karina and behind Ningning’s desk just in time to dodge a grab. Unfortunately for her, the previous momma bear analogy proved quite apt, as Ningning picked the desk up and tossed it backward, narrowly missing Winter and smashing into the room’s fourth wall. It hurt your knees.
Before Ningning got her (a sufficiently vague phrase for the incoming violence, in Winter’s mind), Giselle threw up her hands, winced back, and quickly shouted, “Hol’uptheresanotherway!”
Ningning squinted. "What do you mean, ‘another way?’"
Giselle continued with her arms still mostly in front of her face. "Well you see, the birth control—"
"Birth prevention," Ningning corrected, incorrectly.
"Sure. Birth prevention can only take so much of a beating before it gives out. If it gets hit by too much semen, surely it will let the sperm through and you'll get pregnant."
Winter and Karina stared at each other. Karina mouthed something like, What is she saying?
Winter responded with a similarly soundless, How am I supposed to know what nonsense Giselle is spouting? It’s an obvious lie, but I honestly hope it gets Ningning to calm down. I fear for my safety. It seemed that Karina didn’t catch all of that, so, rather than try again, Winter just shrugged. It seemed to get across the necessary part of the message.
Ningning gazed into the vacuum of space. “Too much semen…” she whispered dreamily, “Extreme breeding…”
Giselle raised her eyebrows, put down her arms, and smirked. “Um, yes. Exactly. Extreme breeding is your best bet. You’ll have to try real, real hard though, you know? Just like, constant fucki—” She was interrupted by a stern throat-clearing and glare from Karina. “I mean, just once a week, when you’re ovulating.”
“Once a week?!” Karina interjected. “What happened to the information retention from my lecture?!”
Ignoring her entirely, Giselle continued. “Yeh, totally. Or yeah, like however long it takes you to ovulate. Just ask Karina to fuck you until your womb is overflowing and eventually the birth… prevention will break and you’ll get totally super preggo.”
Ningning blinked back out of her daydream and pointed back at the teacher. “Karina?”
“Yup,” said Giselle.
Silence.
“What?” asked Ningning.
Giselle rolled her eyes. “Well she’s got a huuuge dick, and jizzes like, multiple gallons at a time.” She gestured at Karina, then made repeated “bursting” motions with her hand, accompanying them with explosion noises.
Well, that’s not awkward at all, Winter thought.
Ningning’s eyes met Karina’s, but once again the room was silent (besides Giselle’s continuing explosive ejaculation sounds).
“Is that true?” Ningning eventually asked.
Karina cringed and scratched her eyebrow. “I mean… it’s not that big.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me about that?! I love cocks!”
“You… Ningning, you just turned eighteen. It’s only early-to-mid-December of 2020 right now, remember?” Karina reminded the reade—her members of when this story took place. Winter nodded, her blonde-blue hombre hair waving around her shoulders as she did. Giselle also confirmed that she was, in fact, still blonde, in case you forgot.
“That’s given me at least a month and a half to discover my love of dick! How do you know I haven’t been getting bred since Halloween.”
Karina took a deep, frustrated breath. “You lost your virginity last week. I literally had to pull Hyunjin’s dick out of your pussy, and you screamed at me in front of him for ruining your first time.”
“Yeah, but—”
“He ran away. You didn’t even ask him if… It’s fine. We’ve been over this.”
“I know. I know.” Ningning didn’t sound especially sincere. “Ask for consent. I remember. Will you please destroy my birth prevention with your explosively powerful jizz missile, Karina?”
“What? I’m not going to do th—”
Ningning growled, clenched her fists in front of her chin, and shook with the kind of rage a momma bear—everybody. Got. The point.
“Damn! Fine!” Karina shouted. “Just… show me your tits so I can get in the mood… maybe.”
Ningning’s entire demeanor shifted from mad momma mammal to cheery Chinese chipmunk at record speed. She spun on her heels and, facing away from Karina, worked to untie the knot holding her shirt together.
Karina huffed, sighed, and lifted her pencil skirt, cinching it around her waist. The look on her face was very much that of one who was done with the situation they’d been forced into. The look on Winter’s face was very much that of one who was on the verge of drooling (again). Karina’s underwear couldn’t contain her enormous dick, so it was, for all intents and purposes, as if she wasn’t wearing any. It hung, bare, against her right leg. Winter marveled at it, wondering how it hadn’t been visible before, since it seemed to reach down further than the skirt had.
As the leader and maknae prepared for what was sure to be a mighty fucking, Giselle walked back over to Winter. She looked strangely impressed. “What a strange turn of events, huh?”
“If you say so.” Winter shrugged. “It seems a little contrived though, like something Rina would write. Oh, but you knew about Karina’s penis too, huh?”
“Haha, hell yeah. It’s fucking awesome, right?” The two high fived each other. Winter immediately regretted high fiving to the objectification of her biggest crush.
Wait, Giselle has seen her cock… Surely, that must have been in the last few days, Winter thought.
Ningning finished untying her shirt, and started turning back around to face Karina with her chest fully exposed. “I hope you know what you’re talking about Giselle, because I really can’t wait until the end of my contract to get knocke—DADDY OF GOD!”
“Ha!” Winter fake-laughed and playfully jabbed Giselle in the rib. “That’s what I said when I first saw it too.”
“You said ‘daddy of god?’” Giselle asked in a mocking tone.
Ningning was on her knees in front of Karina within seconds, lifting the magnificent member to eye level. “Is this real life?”
“Well not exactly.” Winter corrected herself. “I said ‘mother of god,’ not ‘daddy,’”
“Oh, that’s funny. I said ‘mommy.’” Giselle smirked, pulled her desk closer to Winter’s, and sat down.
Rubbing the stress out of her eyes, Karina said, “Yes. It’s real.”
“‘Mommy of god’ or just ‘mommy?’” Winter asked.
Giselle nodded, “‘Mommy of god,’ yeah.”
“And you’ll fuck a baby into me with it?” Ningning’s eyes sparkled.
Karina sighed. “Yeah, I guess. Go ahead and take off your panties.”
“That really is funny,” Winter said, then lowered her voice, “Do you think the first time Karina saw her own cock she said ‘father of god?’ Because if she did, it would be like… full circle, you know? ‘Father, Mother, Mommy, Daddy.’”
“Panties? Why would I be wearing panties?”
“Y-you!” Karina gawked. “Why would you be weari—Why wouldn’t you in a skirt that short?!”
“In case I get pregnant, duh. The baby has to be able to breathe, you psycho.”
Giselle gave Winter a curious look. “That was a weird order to say those in.”
“Well I’m just saying them in the order they happened.” Winter sat back down as well. “Clearly Karina saw her own dick first, then me a little bit ago, then you, and now Ningning.”
“Gorl, I’ve been on that cock for like a year now.”
Winter’s jaw dropped. “‘Been on?’ What’s that mean?”
“You know, like bouncing on it.” Giselle leaned closer and whispered, “Gettin’ fuuucked.”
Winter was glad she was sitting. It wasn’t a surprise that Giselle might have had sex with Karina, but… This… fucking, Winter thought, She… she fucked Karina before me? What a goddamn whore! Of course, it made sense to Winter that Karina would fuck Ningning before fucking her. Karina was being compelled to do so for the sake of saving everybody’s lives. It was a heroic sacrifice that Winter got to watch.
She couldn’t look at Giselle anymore without fuming, so she instead turned her full attention toward Karina and Ningning. Ningning was already on the floor, on her back, with her legs folded almost behind her head. Karina was on her hands and knees, letting Ningning guide her dick.
The scene was actually quite ideal. Winter could watch and maybe deduce what things Karina liked, in a sexual sense. This was just a good experiment, and she wouldn’t let Giselle being a massive Karina-thieving slut ruin her observation. Just because Giselle was a dumb whore who might have taken Karina’s precious virginity while Winter was completely unaware didn’t mean she had to dwell on it while her panties got soaked by watching Karina fuck Ningning who was also quite attractive and had a lovely ass with her beautiful, gorgeous cock and her equally beautiful ass and legs gently guiding herself downward toward the awaiting cavern of—Goddammit Giselle you fucking tramp bitch slut.
Juices subtly bubbled around Karina’s cock as she sunk into Ningning’s pussy.
Winter was torn between her mild disgust at how obscenely wet Ningning was and her not-so-mild horniness. She glanced at Giselle, despite still being disgusted and/or jealous, to see if, perhaps, Giselle was masturbating, in case she could use that as an excuse to begin doing so herself. She was disappointed to see that wasn’t the case. In fact, Giselle was resting her head in her arms like she was going to try to sleep through the scene in front of them.
"OOOH YES, DADDYYY!" Ningning screamed as Karina came close to bottoming out. There was already a small puddle forming under Ningning’s raised butt.
"D-don't… why would you call me that?" Karina asked to entirely no avail, as Ningning only kept screaming.
"OPEN MY CERVIX, DADDY! MAKE BABIES IN ME WITH YOUR HUGE PENIS!"
Winter kicked at Giselle’s desk, offended that a dumb slut wench wouldn’t take interest in the most beautiful woman in the world. "Hey," she whispered, "Hey! Aren’t you going to watch? This was kind of your idea."
Giselle grunted and kicked Winter’s desk in return. "I can hear it just fine."
"But, you're missing out on the action…"
Sitting part-way back up, Giselle revealed her phone in her lap, camera pointed under her desk and toward the aforementioned action. "Oh I'm not missing anything."
"PREGNANT ME!"
“You’re—! You’re recording this?!” Winter hissed.
“Obviously. This was basically my plan all along. The spank bank has been running a little low on funds if you know what I mean.”
Karina turned her head over her shoulder. “What are you guys talking abou—”
“MAKE MY VAGINA A BED AND BREAKFAST!” Ningning was somehow, even with her legs pinned so far over her head, still able to thrust back up into Karina. Winter couldn’t tell who, but one of them squeaked when their pelvises smashed together. Given that Ningning was providing all the evidence in the world that she was a screamer, Winter could only assume the squeak was Karina’s, which made it absolutely adorable. Again, Winter’s imagination ran wild. If she could deepthroat Karina fast enough, suddenly enough, maybe she could hear that same sound again.
Oh fuck, if she did that I would cum on the spot. Wait… Giselle… Spank bank?
Winter very loudly scooted her desk closer to Giselle’s and hushedly repeated her thoughts verbally. “Giselle… Spank bank?”
“Hell yeah, spank bank. If I’m horny without a girl nearby, what else am I gonna do but jill one out?”
“No I get it I know what that is I mean what’s in it?” Winter asked with minimal punctuation.
Giselle smirked and lifted her phone, hitting the stop button on the camera and changing screens a few times at an angle Winter couldn’t see.
“JIZZ IN ME! JIZZ IN ME! JIZZ IN ME!”
“We just started, Ningning! Calm down!”
Winter felt bad that Karina had to deal with a weird semen demon all by herself, but was nonetheless far too invested in seeing whatever Giselle, who was still a stupid little harot to be clear, was about to show her. She shoved her desk even closer, trapping Giselle in place.
“Don’t tell Karina,” Giselle whispered, “but she only knows about half of these, roughly… Ah, this one’s my favorite.”
The concept of Giselle having spank bank-able pictures without Karina’s knowledge gave Winter pause, but her horny mind took over the moment Giselle turned the phone around. Winter gasped. Displayed in the highest of resolutions was a selfie Karina took, lifting one of her breasts with her free hand and sucking on her own nipple.
Heart rate reaching a thousand beats per minute, Winter snatched the phone from Giselle’s hand to get a closer look. She was so engrossed in the image she didn’t register that she was soaking through her panties and onto her desk chair. Even Ningning’s screaming faded into the background.
But Giselle’s words cut through. “And there’s more.”
The urgency with which Winter’s fingers flicked the phone would have appalled her if she had the wherewithal to judge herself. Photo after photo flew by. Giselle’s phone was a perverted pirate’s dream booty’s worth of Karina booty. How?! How can she have all of this?!
Some of the pictures were clearly taken by Karina herself. From the multiple angles of titty sucking, to feet pics, to dildo kissing, to full-body mirror shots of both flaccid penis and erect penis varieties, to outfit show-offs, to a picture of her looking into the camera while eating Giselle out, to awkwardly taken butt shots, to a five second video of her slowly jerking her cock. Some of the pictures seemed dubious, such as a picture of Karina wrapped in a towel walking through their living room in low light, a picture clearly taken through a cracked door of Karina double-penetrating herself with dildos, and one taken in the laundry room, taken from behind as Karina bent over with nothing but panties… Winter squinted at that picture. The butt didn’t look big enough to be Karina’s…
“Giselle, this one isn’t Karina.”
“Oh, uh… let me see. Must have put the normal porn I downloaded in the wrong fold—”
“That’s me!”
Winter dodged Giselle’s attempt to take the phone back. Did she say the wrong folder? She tapped the back button and looked at the folder name, “tits.” One more back button and she was greeted with another, named “best gorls” with three folders inside, titled “tits,” “eyes,” and “flat.”
The subsequent game of Keep-The-Phone-Away-From-Giselle was accompanied by a string of profanity that no author should ever reproduce, and resulted in Giselle’s head stuck in a leglock as they scrambled onto the floor. Winter managed to open the “flat” folder mid-scuffle and found it full of official promotional photos of herself, as well as pictures Giselle clearly took without her permission or awareness that mostly involved Winter in compromising positions and states of undress around the dorm.
Just before Winter could shout to Karina, who seemed otherwise very preoccupied with the screaming and creaming girl she was press-mating, Giselle choked out a “Wait!”
Winter glared down, honoring the last wish of a soon to be dead woman. “What?”
“Don’t say anything! I’ll share!” Giselle strained, face turning red, “All of it!”
A folder full of—Winter hit the back button to check—one thousand four hundred and seventy-three sexually charged pictures and/or videos of Karina minus at least one that was actually of herself surely couldn’t convince Winter to ignore the creepiness and privacy violations required to obtain them. But, when Winter looked to the side, Karina’s colossal, jackhammering cock immediately changed her mind.
“Fine. But I get to delete all of mine.”
“Okay cool.” Giselle’s face was slightly purple. “Also don’t stop, Mommy.”
Winter released her from the leglock. “The hell did you just say?”
Giselle gasped for air, face shifting back to its normal coloration. “I said ‘okay cool also don’t stop mommy.’ Because I wanted you to keep choking me with your beautiful thighs and maybe do other violent and or nasty things to me.”
“RELEASE YOUR EGGS AND LET THEM PENETRATE MY SPERMS, KARINA!”
“That’s not how it works!” Karina shouted.
Winter groaned. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Winter averted her gaze to stare at the Karina x Ningning action again. She was extremely turned on by the sight. In fact, she was turned on by just about everything that was happening in the room, except for Giselle being a pretty slut between her legs and probably willing to do whatever sexual favors Winter might ask for. Why do you have to be cute too? God… I’m not that gay. Just a lot for Karina… and a little bit gay for Ningning maybe? And if I ever got to fuck Taeyeon, that would be awesome. And there was that one time… Dammit.
Winter never did make good on Karina’s offer to have sex, and she didn’t release any of that pent up energy on anybody else. She must have been affected by the lack of affection. Affection, in this case, being sex.
She sighed heavily, resigning to her horny fate. “How about you just kiss me, Giselle?”
“You got it—Do you mean your face or under the skirt?”
“I mean…” Winter rubbed her eyes with one hand, and touched her panties with the other. They were still quite wet. “Dammit, yeah. Down here.”
Giselle pumped a fist. “Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this, Winter!”
“I already do. Oh and you’re still a harlot and I hate you.”
With minimal effort, Giselle lifted Winter enough to remove the soaked panties, which she tossed back to her own desk, next to her bag. “Hot damn, yes. Call me more smart mean names. OH! And feel free to look through my gallery there, and delete whatever you want, and choke me out with your thighs if any of it makes you like, really mad.”
“Just blow me Giselle.”
Giselle did as she was told, putting Winter’s clit in her mouth and sucking right away.
“FOUR HUNDRED BABIES!”
Winter hummed and laid her head down, doing her best to relax to the calming, spa-like sounds of Ningning’s high-decibel demands for semen. But relaxing was difficult. The floor wasn’t especially comfortable, she was lying to herself about the screaming being calming, and it pissed her off a little bit that Giselle was immediately proving to be good at eating pussy.
There was a silver lining to each negative though. The floor may have been uncomfortable, but she couldn’t deny the incredible view of Karina’s ass. The screams may have been disturbing, but Ningning’s enthusiasm was… arousing. And Winter may have been pissed, but Giselle was really, really good. In fact, she was great. Her lips were soft like Hyungwon’s, her tongue was quick like Jooheon’s, she nuzzled her nose into Winter’s clit like IM, and she squeezed Winter’s thighs the same cute way Kihyun did. Surely, one woman couldn’t be the pussy eating equivalent of an entire boy band.
Winter begrudgingly wove her fingers into Giselle’s hair and scratched lightly, to let Giselle know to keep going the way she was going, and to hopefully get the message across that Giselle was a homewrecking bitch who didn’t deserve Karina’s angelic cock. Giselle moaned at the scratching, which was at least some kind of acknowledgement. Acknowledgement of which part, however, Winter was starting not to care.
“Keep… uh… fuck, god,” Winter muttered. Her hands shook, but she still got Giselle’s phone up to her face. She started tapping the delete button on any pictures of herself she didn’t recognize. Winter couldn’t even remember when she had been watching a movie in the living room without pants, and yet there she was, bare ass cheeks clear as day (through a piece of sheer fabric and between the legs of a coffee table). Do I always sit like that? What was I think—I was thinking we were in private and nobody was staring at my ass!
“GIMME GIMME GIMME YOUR CUM DADDY KARINA YEEES!”
After deleting twenty or thirty dirty pictures, Winter’s mind wandered too far south to think about the pictures anymore. When she looked down, Giselle looked back up, pouting with her eyes, but only doubling her effort on Winter’s pussy. Stupid slut, Winter thought, trying to seduce me with those big, pretty, bedroom eyes and her rebel kid makeup and her stupid, pretty…
“God dammit!” Winter tore her eyes away from Giselle, opting instead to look at the true, ultimate object of her desire, which was definitely Karina, and not Giselle’s stupid face.
“Shit, are you okay? Did I scrape you? I thought I was keeping my teeth—”
“Keep licking, whore!”
Giselle’s mouth instantly engulfed her pussy again, and Winter could feel herself involuntarily smirking.
Sex was in the air itself, and it fueled Winter’s horniness. She watched Karina’s legs as they strained to not only hold her up but bounce her up and down over Ningning. For a moment, she indulged herself in the fantasy of being in Ningning’s place (not that Winter ever indulged in fantasizing normally).
The fantasy didn’t last long though. Karina’s thrusts were becoming erratic. It had only been a few minutes, but it appeared that she was on the verge of orgasm. Winter only saw a bit of her face, but suddenly felt the need to turn on Giselle’s camera again. She got it filming at the perfect moment to catch Karina whimpering. “N-ningning… Fuck I’m gonna—”
“CUM DADDY?! YOU’RE GONNA FILL ME? JIZZ? CREAMY JIZZ CUM IN MY MOMMY WOMB MAKE ME PREGNANT?”
Up until that moment, Winter thought she would never see someone droop their head in shame at the moment of orgasm, but that’s exactly what she saw when Karina’s balls tensed up.
“Yyyeah… I’m cumm—”
“YYYESSS! CUM CUM CUM! GIMME BABY JUICE! BREED MY PUSSY!”
Winter was shocked at the volume of semen that burst out of Ningning, around Karina’s dick. She distinctly remembered struggling to swallow all of it previously. Actually, I didn’t swallow it all, I guess. Some went straight down my throat, then I swallowed some, and then I kissed the last mouthful into Karina… Oh my god, I kissed Karina’s cum into her mouth and made her swallow it… I’m so goddamn awesome. Winter had that exact train of thought at least once a day for the prior week, and it never got old.
No matter how goddamn awesome she was though, Winter still felt jealous watching Karina’s cream pouring. Ningning was getting all of it by being batshit crazy. All Winter had to do was ask. Hell, she could probably lick it off as it passed Ningning’s asshole.
Ningning bit her lip with a smile as Karina pulled out slowly, inch after still-hard inch pulling her further off the floor like a hydraulic jack until popping free. Karina didn’t get far, as Ningning grabbed her by the waist and hooked her legs over Karina’s shoulders. “More? Dreamy daddy cum cum more?”
What little of Karina’s face was visible to Winter revealed terror, so Winter shut off the camera and chimed in. “You know, Ningning, it can take a while for semen to build up in potency. She’s going to need some time to recuperate if you want the maximum chances of making a baby.”
“But how looong?”
The way Ningning said “long” made it sound like a euphemism for Karina’s dick, which was accurate.
“Wwweek—Months, potentially…” Karina sighed. “Yeah, like it jumps from two percent to thirty if you give it a good two months.”
“But that’s… so…”
Winter stopped listening as Ningning started crying. She opened Giselle’s gallery again, and got back to work deleting creep pictures, simultaneously enjoying the apology cunnilingus (Winter assumed it was an apology). Dropped an earbud under the car seat and bent over with her ass up? Deleted. Brushing her teeth in the living room with her nipples poking through her shirt? Deleted. Just a straight up picture of her unwashed panties in a laundry basket? Deleted.
Then Winter passed a selfie Giselle took with her (which Winter was willing to pose for at the time). She remembered that night. They were both a little drunk, and took at least twenty pictures before they settled on one that wasn’t blurry, and neither of them looked like idiots. She scrolled past only to find Giselle had kept them all, twenty-three to be exact. Winter groaned. She didn’t delete the bad ones… They’re just phone pics… It was probably more effort to delete them than organize them…
Trying not to think about it too much, Winter flipped the camera back on and pointed it down at Giselle, snapping a photo while she was too occupied to notice. She navigated back to the gallery and moved the new picture of Giselle’s face between her legs into the “flat” folder, then quickly renamed the folder to “Thighs,” then renamed it again to “PERSONALITY.” Content with the final result, Winter closed the phone, closed her eyes, and laid back again to try and enjoy her treatment.
“Winter? Giselle? What are you doing?”
The cunnilingus stopped, and Winter popped her eyes back open. She stared up at Karina, who was still mid-hug with a quietly sobbing Ningning.
“Uh… nothing! Just, um, demonstrating… your lesson to Giselle. She wanted to, uh, see the urethra up close. So unfortunate how few people know about it.”
“Oh! That was part of my lesson! You retained the information!”
Winter’s heart fluttered at the exhausted pride that shone off of Karina’s cheeks.
“So.” Giselle sat up, adjusting her unkempt clothes to her preferred style of unkemptness. “Ningning. You feeling successfully bred?”
Ningning sniffed. Her lips quivered. “I… I don’t know. Maybe. Do I look bred?”
Giselle stood up and hugged her. “Awww, babe. You look super bred. And sooo super fertile. Do you want some extra fertility tea? I can make you some.”
Transferring her clinging from Karina to Giselle, Ningning gave a sad nod. “Mhm. Can I have another cock after that?”
Karina looked incredulous.
“Of course, honey. Let’s get you that tea to warm up your womb and call around to find you a big juicy cock.” Giselle grabbed her bag from her desk and walked out of the room, arm wrapped around Ningning’s shoulders.
Winter tried to roll her eyes, but stopped when they pointed at Karina’s dick, exposed and dripping a couple of viscous liquids. It was hanging, so Winter assumed it was going soft, but it still nearly touched Karina’s knees.
Following Winter’s eyes down, Karina shoved her skirt back down. The tip of her cock still poked out from the bottom. “Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to flash you… I guess you just saw all of that though. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“No! No, it’s fine. Yeah. You did what you had to do.”
“Yyyup, I guess I did, didn’t I?”
“Definitely, yeah. You joined this precinct to save lives, and by jove that’s exactly what you’re going to do!” Winter chuckled nervously. Why am I nervous? I’m just alone with Karina and just watched her fucking and I can still see her cock and I just want her to throatfuck me.
Karina smiled. “I… don’t get it, but yeah, totally!”
Winter cleared her throat and tried to build up some courage as quickly as possible. “Sooo, Karina. You know, we should really fuck when we get home. Just go for it as soon as you want to. Don’t even… stop?” She gestured wildly, unsure of what to do with her hands, like a news reporter whose teleprompter got taken away. “Push me onto a bed and… pick a hole, right? Don’t… take no for answer. An answer. I’m not tired. I don’t have a headache… So we should definitely have sex as soon as we’re out of here… I mean at home, obviously… How about you say something back to me about it? Like as soon as possible.”
Karina was stuck on pause, the corners of her lips pulled back like she was trying not to laugh. She stayed that way for far, far too long. At least four seconds.
“Oh my god, Karina, respond to my sexual proposition quickly!”
“You’re adorable, you know.” Karina grabbed Winter’s hand and wove their fingers together, turning Winter into Spring faster than an oil company. “I’d be happy to take you up on that. I could use something normal after… today.”
“When you say ‘normal,’” Winter said, pulling herself closer to Karina and into a sort of questioning hug, “are we talking about a blowjob and P-in-V? Or could it be possible to negotiate for, say, a throatpie?”
Karina hummed against Winter’s ear, soaking her panties for the umpteenth time that day. The only difference was that Winter was no longer wearing underwear. She looked over Karina’s shoulder and scowled. Giselle’s bag was gone, and so were her panties. Oh, I am definitely going to choke her out with my thighs.
“I don’t think I can say no to you, Winter, but I don’t actually know what that means.”
Winter smiled. “Let me tell you all about it on the way home… And also demonstrate.”
335 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! I was lit up by your headcanon where the person the reader meets is actually a robot holoform! Could you write this in detail with Mtmte Ratchet, Megatron and Cyclonus? You have beautiful ideas!❤(And it's okay if you don't want to do it, after all, it was a long time ago)
So I wrote the below as a set up to the actual ask. Its late, and I'm too lazy to reword it so it makes sense with the writing situation. So, just so you know! This will probably be in 3 parts. I will link the parts at the bottom of this ask.
Who knows if you're still keeping an eye on this blog or even follow me, but I'm very happy you asked me this.
I definitely didn't remember what I wrote in reference to this at first, I had to take a dive into my docs and see if I can find this. I'm so glad I did. Yes, my old writing is a bit cringey in my (overcritical) eyes, but I loved re-reading it. It inspired me in a way.
To preface, I never claimed to know a lot about MTMTE, canonically speaking anyway. I’ve only read the first three volumes (since I own them), but other than that my view of the characters has only been affected by fan-created contact. I don’t completely know the storyline of the comic series or what's happening. I just know characters really. Everything else i just make up tbh.
So, let’s dive into this! If you're like me and need some background information to set something up when reading (y/n) scenarios keep reading and enjoy my thought process. If you don’t need that extra information, I would just skip down to “Anyway, here we go!” which will be bolded so you can find it easily.
First, you have to figure out why these bots are on Earth to begin with? Undercover on a specific mission? In Hiding? Vacation? Hmmm…
I was drawn to the idea of being ”in hiding” and needing to blend in. Maybe they got separate from the Lost Light and ended up on earth and are just trying to keep a low profile. But also the idea that they are just like - fuck it, lets hang out on earth for a few years for the shits and giggles is also surprisingly plausible in my brain. (I can imagine Ratchet was just like “I need a fucking break from these idiots”)
So whichever background set-up you enjoy the most, go for it. But now, what about why they even revealed themselves to begin with… because logically why would they ever blow their cover?
Have you ever gotten so comfortable with a person and easily slip into deep conversations? Yes? No? Well that's what happened. You were talking about some trauma in your past, about how much you value truth and honesty. I’m sure (since you're on Tumblr) you’ve got some trauma that is somehow related to trust and honesty. And BOOM, the bots start to feel guilty about keeping their secret from you, especially since, at this point, there has been a lot of trust built up between you and them. (obviously if they talk about their past it will be vague enough that you could feasibly think of an earthly situation it would have happened, at least with some bots - Cyclonus I’m looking at you).
Anyway, here we go! Each bot has something REALLY IMPORTANT to show you.
Ratchet
Megatron
Cyclonus
#mtmte#maccadam#transformers#ask#holoforms#one-shot#ratchet#megatron#cyclonus#idk what else to say#also i don't have anyone to edit#besides grammerly#sorry
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
ive always been scared of getting on testosterone because of all the horror stories and fear mongering surrounding the hormone, and well as general fears i think most men have like a fear of male pattern baldness which runs in both sides of my family (i dont wanna lose my beautiful hair :(( ) but recently ive been educating myself more on it and learned that 1. they give varying doses of testosterone based on the patient, idk why i thought it was a one size fits all dose of T but now its pretty obvious 1. low doses of testosterone can be used to treat pre-menstrual dysphoric syndrome 2. theres a medicine out there that can be paired with lower doses of testosterone (its called finasteride and i dont quite understand what its exact mechanism of action is and role is in the body but basically its an 5-alpha reductase inhibitor) and it basically acts against some of the potentially ‘unwanted’ aspects of testosterone hormonal therapy, such as male pattern baldness, unwanted bottom growth and dryness, etc etc and im like....
so my dream of having hormonal therapy that gives me a liiiittle bit of androgens to help masculine me without going full blown and also POTENTIALLY help with my mood AND PDS AND PCOS like??? thats the fucking jackpot dude. i wish fear mongering transphobes would stop creating all this fear surrounding androgen based hormone therapy because knowing this is. really important. androgens arent big scary violent sex freak inducing drugs that we gotta protect the poor innocent little confused girls from ‘ruining their bodies’ with by hiding information about hormone therapy and spreading lies and fear about it
(when treating me like a cis woman doctors had no problem throwing birth control at me to treat my pcos with the intent i was going to use it for the rest of my child bearing life instead of just...ablation?? some form of sterilization of the ovaries??? but trans people going through flaming hoops of fire to get their life affirming life saving hormone therapy is still ‘too easy’)
when testosorone is used in the right circumstances, like any drug, it is medicine and it is healing and the fact theres so many more options out there than i originally thought gives me a lot of hope.
#i always joked i wanted science to invent a pill that makes you more androgynous and this isnt quite it but its more in line with#the sort of gender affirming care i WOULD want#because being nonbinary and seeking out hormone therapy can be difficult because its not really like#you can pick and choose what traits you get exactly (at least not yet)#but with this it can help people better control what effect the hormonal therapy will have on their body#and also i hate every transmed that convinced me that testosterone was some evil dangerous drug in all cases and if a dfab person takes it#they will EXPLODe or something#yeah theres definately things to consider which is why transgender people often have a team of therapists and doctors working with them#but transphobes really do act like androgens are male exclusive and estrogens are female exclusive and if one gets into the other#then only bad things will happen which is....extremely stupid and reductive#espeially since there are actually means out there by which they can reduce the 'harm' or unwanted developments with drugs like finasteride#the truth is they want us to be scared of even considering transitioning and weighing our options lol#ooc.#personal cw
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
I posted 5,387 times in 2022
That's 5,387 more posts than 2021!
268 posts created (5%)
5,119 posts reblogged (95%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@schmope-is-dead
@nachosforfree
@miiilowo
@fazbear-ent-official
@cherry-flavored-content
I tagged 3,060 of my posts in 2022
Only 43% of my posts had no tags
#favorite - 188 posts
#👀 - 149 posts
#goose tag - 88 posts
#inspo - 77 posts
#important - 50 posts
#server tag - 42 posts
#me - 37 posts
#prev - 26 posts
#blazed post tag - 25 posts
#prev tags - 23 posts
Longest Tag: 124 characters
#🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
why nearly every character in all of the fnaf musicals are insane in distinctly different but still very much insane ways: an essay
(this is like 80% from memory and its. checks time 2:15am as of writing this so excuse inaccuracies.)
mark: oh my god starting off with a bang, are we? okay okay. he was there for ONE NIGHT. one. one night. he spent like basically all of it crying in the corner because of puppets. theyre puppets. freddy is literally punted across the room on multiple occasions YOU ARE A FULL GROWN ADULT MARK. "in all my dreams i see / a maze of halls with bloody walls / and countless scrawls reminding me "it's me!"" YOU WERE THERE FOR ONE NIGHT. he IMMEDIATELY decides that the solution to this is not 1) taking it up with his manager 2) just fucking quitting bUT INSTEAD THAT ITS 3) BRING A DUFFEL BAG FULL OF WEAPONS, INCLUDING SEVERAL KNIVES AND GUNS TO HIS WORKPLACE INTENDING TO KILL THE ANIMATRONICS YOU WERE HIRED TO PROTECT. AND THEN THE ONLY THING HE DID TO CHANGE HIS IDENTITY AFTER NEARLY KILLING A MAN AND GETTING CAUGHT WAS TO DYE HIS HAIR. he didnt even change his ADDRESS. dipshit. he acts all tough and crap afterward too like he spent 40 years in prison. he was reduced to literal actual tears by puppets. god i love him so much.
nate: sassed the man holding a knife to one of the animatroniocs he, AGAIN, was HIRED to PROTECT. drove the animatronics to a man they KNOW is willing to use guns to protect himself in the FIRST PLACE. also he just ??? fuckign Had bb on hand like. did they give him bb when he quit the first time?? like. okay. say you have to distract an easily distracted but immensely murderous animatronic and your first thought is "hmm what if i use that rc car that looks like a child from my old workplace". bitch if its been 7 years since i worked there and witnessed a traumatizing event im gonna bury that fucker at the bottom of my closet not just have it with me. also his first concern when he was faced with a very much "i am going to die" situation is that he hasnt caught up on a tv show yet???? nate buddy please i appreciate you but get some self-worth and some therapy while youre at it
aj: he was nearly killed by an animatronic as big as he was, stopped only by like a foot or smth, and then IMMEDIATELY accepted the transfer to ANOTHER place with animatronics in it like. why would you actively choose to keep working with fazbear entertainment. im sure literally any other company ever would look at aj "nearly killed two men because he wanted to work more hours" purple guy and hire him in a millisecond. SPEAKING OF WHICH, HE NEARLY KILLED TWO MEN BECAUSE HE WANTED TO WORK MORE HOURS. DO YOU NEED THE MONEY THAT BADLY OR DO YOU JUST REALLY FUCKING. WANT TO WORK AT FAZBEARS THAT MUCH. i honeslty cant decide which is worse. he also mocked the guy with a chainsaw who burst through the wall not ten minutes before??? who was also like 2 feet away from him???? what were you EXPECTING him to do??????????????????? give you more hours????????????????????????
phone guy: yeah.
mike: looked at the absolute flaming dumpster fire that was the lawsuits, filthy animatronics, extremely low budget, and EXTREMELY sketchy boss that was the new fazbears and said "yeah i can work with this." also i think he got killed by pan stan which is such a sad way to go my god. i dont have quite as much to say about him but i DO love him very much and he REALLY SHOULD HAVE gotten a better job.
lizzy: other than the fact she hasnt quit fazent yet (which is excusable considering it looks like shes looking into the sketchy stuff and is probably mostly there for mikes death), actually not that bad. props to her tbh if i had to deal with a boss like phone guy id go considerably more feral.
those police officers who showed up for like 2 scenes in the og fnaf musical: just fucking, like. let an actual murder perp ESCAPE because they Forgot To Lock The Car And Went To Go Get Food and then just. DIDNT REPORT IT. because this, apparently, is NOT the first time theyve let someone escape, and because theyd LOSE THEIR JOBS IF THEY REPORTED IT. if the police is THAT bad in this town no fucking wonder phone guy's gotten away with everything so far.
41 notes - Posted August 7, 2022
#4
drops dead on the floor
43 notes - Posted October 7, 2022
#3
buddy.... are you..... sweeping..... the evil rune circle............
45 notes - Posted October 20, 2022
#2
SIGHS. okay whatever. 10k notes and i finish reading homestuck
81 notes - Posted October 3, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
i hope the admiral knows i love him
(original image under cut, id in alt)
2,341 notes - Posted September 12, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#y'know i never did get those 10k notes to read homestuck#also ?!?!?!!? WHAT do you mean my 4th blog was fazbear-ent-official i don't even follow them that closely#i could have sworn i did tags with the max amount of characters (139 or smth) too but ...???
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
ask-choco-art-cookie
ASK ME!!
lovelive-updates
✰ School Idol Festival JP [Inactive] ✰
kirzavodkolizey
Кирпичный завод Колизей
beautifullyinvisiblethoughts
no tears for the creatures of the night
cobaltscribe
I’m gonna be so annoying June 21st