#Trail Duster

[radracer]

1977 Plymouth Trail Duster Top Hand

#1977 Plymouth Trailbuster Top Hand #modified #retro rides #usdm #lifted #offroad #suv #70s vintage #classic #80s vinyl #uncommon car #oddballs #Dodge ram #ramcharger #trail duster

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Plymouth Trail Duster Sport, 1980. The only SUV to carry the Plymouth marque was a badge-engineered version of the Dodge Ramcharger but unlike its sibling the Trail Duster only lasted one generation, from 1974 to 1981

#Plymouth #Plymouth Trail Duster #SUV #1970s #1980 #dead brands #open roof #high riding #soft top #Trail Duster #Dodge Ramcharger #first generation

[coolthingsguyslike]

#1979 #Plymouth #Trail Duster #SUV #truck #ute #classic

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Plymouth Trail Duster

#Plymouth Trail Duster #plymouth #Trail Duster #pickup truck

[coloursteelsexappeal]

1978 Plymouth Trail Duster

#cars #70s #Plymouth #Trail Duster #4x4 #Off-road #Ram Trucks

[dracomeir]

A new sheriff is in town.

#dracomeir's art #fnf #friday night funkin #fnf au #fnf the musical trail #fnf boyfriend #fnf bf #sheriff boyfriend #yeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw #this horse is the bane of my existence #you can tell I was going to do full body of the horse but gave up since there's so much space above lmao #sleeves? who needs sleeves? #girlfriend gets him a new duster only for him to rip the sleeves off yet again

[goodjohnjr]

In The Wilderness With SS | Working On A Manual

File:Cox Valley2.JPGDescription: English: A glade in a subalpine forest in the Olympic mountains Dream 1 All that I can remember of this dream is that someone else, maybe my former male classmate SS, and I went walking through a fictional but familiar wilderness / forest / trail. I had false memories of this place & having gone there and / or real memories from past dreams there and / or…

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#Camping #Classmate #Clearing #Dr. Killigan’s Powder Duster #Forest #Library #Manual #Powder Duster #Restaurant #Trail #Walking #Wilderness #Woods #Work

[mitrasprayers]

A Comprehensive Guide to Choosing the Best Pesticide Sprayer for Your Orchard

As a farmer, one of the most important things you need to do is to protect your crops from pests and diseases. One of the most effective ways to do this is by using a pesticide sprayer. In this comprehensive guide, I will take you through everything you need to know about choosing the best pesticide sprayer for your orchard.

Introduction to Pesticide Sprayers for Orchards

Pesticide sprayers are agricultural equipment used to apply pesticides, herbicides, and fungicides to crops. They come in different types and sizes, depending on the crop and the application method. Pesticide sprayers are essential tools for farmers, as they help to protect crops from pests and diseases, which can damage the yield and quality of the harvest.

Mitra Agro Equipment Offers Best Spraying Equipment

When it comes to choosing the best pesticide sprayer for your orchard, you need to consider the quality of the equipment. One company that offers some of the best spraying equipment in the market is Mitra Agro Equipment. They specialize in the design and manufacture of agricultural sprayers, including air blast sprayers and mist sprayers, which are suitable for orchard spraying.

With Mitra Agro Equipment, you can be sure of getting high-quality sprayers that are durable and efficient. Their sprayers are designed to cover a large area in a short time, making them ideal for orchard spraying. They also come with adjustable nozzles that allow you to control the spray pattern and volume, ensuring that you apply the right amount of pesticide to your crops.

Understanding the Air Blast Sprayer

One of the most popular types of pesticide sprayers for orchards is the air blast sprayer. This type of sprayer uses a powerful fan to create a high-velocity air stream that atomizes the spray liquid into small droplets. The droplets are then blown onto the target crop, covering both the top and bottom surfaces of the leaves.

The air blast sprayer is ideal for orchard spraying, as it can cover a large area in a short time. It is also effective at reaching all parts of the tree, including the top branches, which can be difficult to reach with other types of sprayers. Additionally, the air blast sprayer can be used to apply different types of pesticides, including liquid and powder formulations.

Advantages of Using an Air Blast Sprayer for Orchard Spraying

There are several advantages to using an air blast sprayer for orchard spraying. Firstly, it is a fast and efficient way of applying pesticides to a large area. This means that you can cover more trees in less time, saving you time and labour costs.

Secondly, the air blast sprayer is effective at reaching all parts of the tree, including the top branches. This means that you can apply the pesticide uniformly to the entire tree, reducing the risk of pests and diseases.

Lastly, the air blast sprayer is versatile and can be used to apply different types of pesticides, including liquid and powder formulations. This means that you can choose the right pesticide for your crop and apply it using the same sprayer.

Factors to Consider When Choosing an Orchard Sprayer

When choosing an orchard sprayer, there are several factors you need to consider. These include:

Size of the Orchard

The size of your orchard will determine the type and size of the sprayer you need. If you have a small orchard, you may only need a backpack sprayer or a handheld sprayer. However, if you have a large orchard, you may need a tow-behind sprayer or a self-propelled sprayer.

Type of Crop

The type of crop you are growing will also determine the type of sprayer you need. For example, if you are growing fruit trees, you may need an air blast sprayer that can cover a large area in a short time. However, if you are growing vegetables, you may need a mist sprayer that can apply the pesticide uniformly to the entire crop.

Type of Pesticide

The type of pesticide you are using will also determine the type of sprayer you need. For example, if you are using liquid pesticides, you may need an air blast sprayer that can atomize the liquid into small droplets. However, if you are using dry pesticides, you may need a mist sprayer that can apply the powder uniformly to the crop.

Maintenance and Care of Your Agricultural Spraying Equipment

To ensure that your agricultural spraying equipment lasts longer and works efficiently, you need to take good care of it. This includes regular maintenance and cleaning. You should also store your sprayer in a dry and clean place to prevent rust and corrosion.

Additionally, you should check your sprayer regularly for leaks and cracks, and replace any worn-out parts immediately. This will ensure that your sprayer works efficiently and that you apply the pesticide uniformly to your crops.

Understanding the Orchard Mist Sprayer

Another type of pesticide sprayer that is suitable for orchard spraying is the mist sprayer. This type of sprayer uses a high-pressure pump to atomize the pesticide into small droplets, which are then sprayed onto the crop. The mist sprayer is ideal for applying pesticides uniformly to the entire crop, including the top and bottom surfaces of the leaves.

Conclusion and Final Thoughts

Choosing the best pesticide sprayer for your orchard is essential for protecting your crops from pests and diseases. When choosing a sprayer, you need to consider the size of your orchard, the type of crop, and the type of pesticide you are using. You also need to take good care of your sprayer by regularly maintaining and cleaning it.

While air blast and mist sprayers are popular choices for orchard spraying, there are other alternatives to consider, such as electrostatic sprayers and drip irrigation. By choosing the right sprayer for your orchard, you can ensure that your crops are protected and that you get a healthy and bountiful harvest.

#agriculture sprayer #air blast sprayer #vineyard sprayer #tractor mounted sprayer #tractor trailed sprayer #tractor operated sprayer #blower #mist blower #powder duster sprayer

[oneforthemunny]

hard learning |dom!steddie x sub!reader|

prompt: eddie and steve find out you've been lying to them. they're less than impressed with you.

contains:  MINORS DNI 18+ ABSOLUTELY DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE NOT 18+!!!!! poly relationship (throuple), steve x eddie x reader, dom!eddie, dom!steve, sub!reader, language, mentions of dom/sub themes, spanking, degrading, mean dom!steddie, gagging, oral fem receiving, double penetration, aftercare

Steve walked through the front door of the small home, shoulders slumped and rounded with defeat of the day. He hated midterm week, hated the week after it even more. When the college kids scrambled in to cram as much studying as they could, spilling over books and notes, scouring for the supplied they needed to pass the classes so they could enjoy their spring break. It made Steve crazy.

Waldenbooks was buzzing, sales had been great so his boss would be happy, but his employees- most college students themselves- had requested off for spring break, leaving Steve short staffed and running the store.

He could hear your giggle from the hallway, floating towards him like a soothing melody, eyes fluttering shut at the sound. You'd chose to stay home for spring break, to stay with him and Eddie. Your junior year (the second time around) was spent having lazy days in bed with the boys, savoring the moments with them before they went to work, sweet kisses and quiet moans spilled between crumpled bed sheets.

You'd sucked Steve off that morning in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth. He didn't even ask you to. You just followed him in, dropping to your knees on the fluffy bath mat with a sleepy smile. "Missed you, Stevie," You hummed, nuzzling into the soft skin of his tummy, warm with sleep, soft lips trailing kisses down to his boxers.

You didn't ask, and Eddie would have corrected you. Yanked you back by your hair, bending you over the sink to spank you until you were crying, promising you learned your lesson. But Steve couldn't bring himself to do it, not when you were so sweet, and you were making him feel so good.

Steve rounded the corner into the living room, watching you reach on your tip toes to dust the top of the shelf. You were a good girl like that, keeping the house tidy for them. They'd given you chores, of course, tasks for you to complete for rewards or punishment if you didn't, but they didn't have to. You'd do it for them regardless,

Eddie's boom box sat on the table, cranked to a pop radio station that hummed softly, filling the space with the bubbly music you liked. You wiggled your hips to the beat, unaware of Steve's presence behind you until you turned, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips.

"Steve!" You gasped, holding the duster to your chest. "You scared me!" You shrilled, eyes bulging at him.

Steve grinned. "Sorry, angel, didn't mean to scare ya." He reached for the buttons of his top, popping the buttons free down his chest.

You blushed gently, biting your bottom lip while you swayed, eyeing him hungrily. Steve bit back a grin. Of course you were pent up, here all alone after this morning, poor girl.

Turning the dial to the radio down, you set the duster down, sauntering over to Steve. "D'ya have a good day?" You chirped, finishing off the last few buttons.

Steve watched your manicured fingers undo the last of the buttons, pulling the tail of the shirt out of his work slacks slowly. "Pretty good." Steve hummed. "Can't wait for this week to be over and my workers come back. Maybe I can actually have a day off next week."

You sighed sympathetically, pouting up at him. "I'm sorry, Stevie." Sliding your hands down to his belt, innocent enough, you undoing his belt like that, yet Steve throbbed behind his zipper.

"Maybe I can help you relax?" You suggested, tilting your head to the side. "Ed's supposed to be home in a few so we can," You let your hands trail, featherlight fingertips trialing to brush over his bulge. "Play, a little later." You grinned wickedly, a devious little smile that had Steve's chest constricting.

"Fuck," Steve groaned, watching you play him lightly over his pants. "You're not supposed to be-fuck- touching us without permission, are you?" He furrowed his brows sternly down at you, faltering a little when you squeezed him, just lightly enough to have him groaning.

"But I'm just trying to make you feel better, Stevie." You pouted, rolling your palm over the rough cotton of his dark pants. "Just trying to be good for you. Make you feel good."

Steve's breathing stuttered, willing himself to pull your hand back despite his sense screaming at him. "Thank you, baby, that did feel good, but," Steve gave your hand a tight squeeze when you huffed, brows lifting in warning. "Let's wait for Ed. You know he'll be sad if we start without him."

Your bottom lip juts out a little further, but you nod, stepping back from Steve so he could walk towards the bedroom. "Did you get everything done?" Steve asked, looking over his shoulder, hard sole loafers clacking against the hardwood down the hall.

You drooled, eyes trained on the shiny shoes. You remembered when Steve first got them, only a few weeks ago. You'd been bratty that day, huffy and irritated while shopping. Steve had hauled you out of the shoe store, spanking you with the loafer in the car. It had stung something awful, and the following spanking with Eddie's paddle had been miserable, yet you ached at the thought, panties embarrassingly wet at the memory.

"Mmhmm," You hummed, swallowing the drool that pooled in your mouth at the thought. "I have our laundry washing right now. Just have to finish up the towels. The dryer is taking a while to dry again."

Steve sighed in response. "Tell Eddie when he gets home. He'll have to look at it again." As if on cue, the front door closed. You perked up, grinning at the sound of the other man, your other lover. Steve smirked. "Speak of the fuckin' devil."

Eddie's heavy boots carried down the hallway and you grinned, peeking around to greet him. "Hi, baby," Eddie cooed.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a sweet kiss. He was still in his little work badge. He found it demeaning, embarrassing, but you thought he looked positively delicious in it. Eddie worked down at a local music instrument shop, the specialist in all things guitar related. With the grunge, punk rock wave that was creeping through the music world, everyone wanted an electric guitar. Lucky for Eddie. He sold, tuned, and even repaired and gave lessons on the side for some extra cash. The only downside was the badge- rather a plaque that was bigger than an index card- that all employees had to wear on their chest. A cheesy, oversized, cartoony music note with the stores name on it that Eddie cringed at every time he put it on.

"Hi," You chirped, pulling back, eyes shining at him. "Missed you."

Eddie smirked, pecking your pouting lips. "Missed you." He sighed, walking towards the bedroom with you hanging off his waist. "Have a good day?"

You nodded, looking over at Steve, shirtless in his boxers, rummaging through his drawers for more comfortable clothes. "Did you?" You asked, dazed, zoned in at the sight of Steve's hairy chest.

Eddie snorted lightly, shaking his head. "Pretty good." He reached beneath his shirt to take off the badge attached. "You got something in the mail, baby. Laid it by the stove. Something from school."

You froze, eyes widening slightly. It was your midterm grades, shit. They weren't supposed to send those until after Spring Break, those fuckers. Steve's brow raised, looking up at you skeptically. "What is it?"

"I don't know!" You squeaked, quick and defensive. You cringed slightly at the boys' furrowed brows. "I'll go check. Be right back." You smiled sweetly towards them, scampering towards the kitchen.

Eddie looked at Steve, brow raised wordlessly, skeptically towards each other.

You cursed under your breath, sorting through the bills, magazines, ads, until you saw it. Your name printed across it with the University's crest in the corner. White knuckled grip on the envelope, you folded it up tight, balling it in your fist. You knew the boys would check the trash, so you opted to get to the guest bathroom down the hall, shove it in the box of tampons until you could dispose of it when they're not home.

You turned down the hall, hand hidden behind your back. You stepped towards the opposite hall, barely making it past the doorframe. "What was it, baby?" Steve asked, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You cringed, stopping in the hall. You peeked around the corned, body hidden by the wall. Steve looked at you expectantly. "Nothing!" You chirped. "It was just something about my financial aid."

Steve lifted a brow. "Where are you going?" He asked. Eddie joined him, looking at you over his shoulder, tugging a t-shirt over his head.

You felt your heart thump hard in your chest. "I have to pee." You said simply.

Eddie raised a brow suspiciously. Steve scoffed lightly, eyeing you skeptically. "So come in here?" He raised a brow, that obvious tone that made your cheeks burn.

Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. "Yeah, baby," He said smoothly, eerily calm. "Come in here."

You stuttered, eyes flashing from the bathroom back to the boys. You halfway contemplated making a run for the bathroom, but you knew that would only make your punishment worse.

Feet dragging towards the boys, you kept your hands behind your back, fist balled with the folded letter, cheeks red under their watchful gaze. "Excuse me." You muttered, politely, trying to push back the two figures crowding the door. They didn't budge. "Excuse me." You huffed, gritted teeth and annoyed.

"Look at me." Eddie barked, commanding and mean.

You blistered under his gaze, slowly lifting your eyes up to him. "Eddie, stop being mean." You whined, foot stomping on the ground. "I have to pee, let me through-"

"What are you hiding?" Eddie asked, nodding towards you.

Your spine straightened, palms sweating around the folded paper. "Nothing." You said quickly.

Steve rolled his eyes with an unimpressed snort. "Right." He scoffed sarcastically. Your cheeks burned, eyes narrowing in retaliation. "Show me what you've got in your hand."

"I don't have anything in my hand, Steve." You snapped. "Let me pee or I'm going to the other bathroom."

Eddie reached out for you, eyes widening in shock when you pivoted, jumping back out of his grasp. You met his eyes, yours rounded slightly, while Steve's bounced between the two of you, a little apprehensive at what Eddie might do. He was always the stricter one, the meaner one. You didn't disobey him often, sure that he'd make you sorry for it if you did.

Eddie gawked, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. He looked over at Steve, nodding slightly towards you. You froze just before both men seized for you. "No!" You screeched, turning to run down the hall, but they caught you easily, each by the arm, holding you firmly.

Your first stayed clenched against the letter, wriggling and fighting in their grasp. "Stop it! Let me go!" You shrilled, pulling each of your arms.

"What's she got, Stevie?" Eddie asked, strong hands pinning your arm down, pivoting you body so your arm was trapped against him. His free hand went to steady your flailing limb, locking on your elbow. Normally, you'd love being manhandled by them, especially with the way the veins in their arms were throbbing prominent. It was enough to make your mouth water, even if you were about to be facing a harsh punishment.

You wiggled and fought, white knuckled fist gripping the letter. Steve wrenched your hand open, peeling your fingers open until he could fish the wadded letter out. He cried out triumphantly, holding it above his head, away from your hands. Eddie pulled you in tight to his chest, arms pinning your own down while you writhed against him, desperate to get free.

"What is it?" Eddie snapped, grip tightening with ever squirm and wiggle you gave.

Steve ripped the envelop open easily, eyes scanning over the crinkled paper. "No!" You cried out, lip wobbling already. "That's mine! Not yours! Give it back, Steve, it's not funny!" You knew it sounded juvenile, but you didn't care. You were desperate to get it back before he saw it. Before he saw the D you had in your Literature class.

The boys were strict with you and your school work, adamant that you do all your work so you were on track to graduate. You'd been mostly good, but the literature class was so draining. So much reading and analyzing, and sure, you'd missed a few assignments, but they didn't need to know that.

Steve's eyes flashed over to you. You stilled in Eddie's arms, cowering slightly under his glare. "What is it?" Eddie asked, looking from you back to Steve.

Steve's lips pressed together. "You want to tell him, or should I?"

You whimpered in response, deciding to try and wiggle free since Eddie's grip had loosened. He tightened his hold back on you, looking over at the letter that Steve held out. You could feel him tense, jaw tightening.

Eddie's hands were tight on your forearm, pulling you so he could see your face. More importantly so you should see him, stern and upset, dark eyes pooling with disappointment. "You have a D?" He asked. You shrunk slightly.

"How did you even get a D?" Steve asked, hands on his hips, glaring back at you. "We check your calendar every night and you-" Steve paused, face dropping. "Did you purposely not write down your assignments?" You looked down, silently.

Steve stomped over, hands grabbing your chin firmly, lifting it to meet his angry amber eyes. "I asked you a question."

"Yes." You sniffled, bottom lip already wobbling. "I just... I didn't want to do it all right then. I have so much other stuff to do and-and it was just one-"

"Stop." Steve snapped, shaking his head at you. "Don't you dare lie to me. I'm not stupid, baby, I know this was more than one assignment."

Eddie's eyes flashed down in disappointment at you, appalled by your boldness. Your face dropped, looking down at your feet. "'M sorry, Stevie." You whispered.

Eddie hummed, exhaling slowly while he looked over at Steve. "That's extremely disappointing." He shook his head slowly, taunting.

"I'm sorry." You croaked, teary eyed looking up at him, your sweetest, subbiest eyes, desperate to have him soften towards you.

"No," Eddie shook his head, free hand moving to pinch your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger. "But you will be." You whimpered, the small pat against your cheek a foreshadowing, taunting you with what's to come.

"What happens when you break our rules?" Eddie asked, eyes dark and peering into yours.

Your lips quivered. "Get punished." You muttered, cheeks blooming with heat.

Steve's hand knotted through the back of your hair, tugging your head back sharply. "Speak up." He snapped.

You whined at the pain. "I get punished, sirs." You huffed, you couldn't help the pout on your lips, not when they were being so mean with you.

Eddie looked at Steve, head bobbing just barely so he'd release his grip. Eddie loosened his grasp he had around you, catching your chin before you could fully relax at the released pressure.

"I want you kneeling in front of the bed waiting for us. You know how we want you." Eddie commanded.

You nodded obediently, his grip releasing your chin. You stepped towards the hall. "Nuh-uh." Steve snapped, eyes narrowing down at you. "Crawl. You know better."

You flushed at his chastisement, slowly sinking to your knees. The wood was hard against your joints, but you knew better than to complain; knew you'd be complaining about much more in a while.

Hands and knees dragging slow against the wood, you yelped at Eddie's palm cracking hard against your ass when you passed him. You desperately wanted to rub the sting, but you knew he'd tie you up if you did. On second thought, he'd probably do that anyways.

You shuddered, slowly shedding your clothes, tossing them in the dirty clothes hamper. The shushed tones of the boys outside made you shiver with anticipation, unsure and anxious at their plan for you. Sinking back down on the floor, facing the bed, spine long, palms resting on your thighs you waited. Straining to hear their conversation, but keeping your head straight.

Their synced footsteps started towards you, making your spine shoot with electricity. You started ahead, eyes trained on the bed post. You could see them, on either side of you in your peripheral.

"I'm giving you one chance." Steve said sternly, the letter still in his hand. "Tell me how many assignments you missed."

You opened your mouth to retaliate, Eddie stopping you. "You better be truthful." He warned. "It tells us on here, and if you lie to me, I'll go get my cane."

You shuddered at the threat. There was nothing you hated more on earth than the cane. They both knew that, only bringing it out when you really needed to be punished. The looming threat alone was enough to make you shape up.

You swallowed hard, lips pressing together, nails biting into the skin of your thighs. "T-Three, sir." You muttered.

Steve's brow lifted. "You sure about that?" He challenged, making your heart race.

You thought for a moment, brain wracking and filtering through the assignments. "I-I'm sure." You nodded. "Three. Two analysis and a quiz."

Eddie tsked, head shaking in disappointment. "Two analysis and a quiz." He mocked back at you. You pressed your lips together to keep the cry swelling in your chest down. "Can you believe that Stevie?"

"I can't." Steve pressed his lips together, shaking his head at you. "I would've thought our girl knew better."

"Me too." Eddie nodded, a heavy, exaggerated sigh leaving his lips. "And here I was thinking I was gonna get to be sweet to you tonight, baby." Eddie cooed, hand running down your hair. You tensed under his touch, senses heightened with every slow drag of his hand, anticipating the next move.

"You've been so good lately and now I see why," Eddie taunted, circling you like a shark to it's prey, all sharp teeth and an even sharper gaze. You kept your eyes forward, hands on your knees, clenching so you wouldn't shudder. "You've been trying to sweeten us up, haven't you?"

"She has." Steve nodded, arms crossing to stand in front of Eddie. "Been playing us all this time, hasn't she?"

Eddie hummed. "So you are smart then?" He tilted his head to the side. He could see you tense, eyes scanning you carefully. Though a punishment, you were still playing, he didn't want to overstep. The verbal humiliation and degrading was new, something the three of you were trying out.

"She's very smart." Steve cooed, and it made your heart swell. Hearing how genuine it sounded, how sweet and sincere.

Eddie's hand petted your hair gently. "I know she is." Eddie smirked, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. "You just make dumb decisions, don't you?"

His hand kept petting your locks, hand moving down to the ends of your hair. You gasped when Eddie tugged them without warning, pulling your head to tilt back and look at him. "I asked you a question, brat."

"Yes, Daddy." You whimpered. Eddie lifted a brow, eye narrowing at you in warning, it wasn't the answer he wanted and you knew that. You knew better than to try and sweeten him with his beloved title. "Yes, sir." You muttered, lip jutting.

Eddie released your hair, walking towards his closet. You so desperately wanted to look, but kept your eyes trained on the bed. You could feel Steve watching you, ensuring your eyes didn't wander while they picked out your punishment, decided your fate.

"Hmm, Stevie, what do you think?" Eddie asked, rummaging through the space. "How should we handle a liar?"

"I think you should get her gag out. The metal one." Steve grinned, malicious and scheming.

You wanted to whine, groan, cry, and beg them not to all at once. You loathed the metal gag; any gag at all, really. The metal one, a small metal circle on a leather strap, always hurt your mouth, stretching your mouth open uncomfortably and leaving you drooling. Not to mention the boys would purposely ask you questions so you'd wobble around your words, trying to form sentences with the uncomfortable intrusion, just so they could smack you and tell you to speak up.

"Hm, good idea, Stevie." Eddie grinned proudly back at him. His little apprentice, learning so quickly. "If you can't tell the truth, then you don't need to say anything at all, isn't that right?"

You bit back a pout, teething grinding while you stayed looking forward. Steve's backhand yanked you out of your daze, startling you out of your trance. It wasn't hard so much as shocking, but it had you quivering between your thighs.

"Did Eddie ask you a question?" Steve barked, hand gripping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly while you faced him.

"Yes, sir." You took a deep breath, grounding yourself, keeping your cry in. You couldn't cry this early on, not giving them the satisfaction of that.

"Just go ahead and gag her, Eddie. She doesn't want to talk anyways." Steve scoffed, shaking his head down in disappointment at you. Your lip quivered. "She doesn't want to be a good girl."

"I do!" You whined, head snapping over towards Steve. He raised his brows, amused by your sudden whining, finally playing into your bratty side- the side he loved so much.

"I am being good! I'm not supposed to talk when you're punishing me." You huffed, reciting the rules they gave you months ago, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. The pout was enough, you were teetering into dangerous territory and you knew that.

"Oh?" Eddie's voice quipped, playful nearly. "You're a good girl?"

You deflated under his squinted stare, challenging. You knew he'd admonish you for the midterm, but that wasn't fair. You decided you'd let him know that. "'M being good right now." You mumbled, eyes flickering towards your knees.

"Yeah, when you want to be good." Eddie scoffed. "And you're supposed to be good all the time. Not just when you want."

You blushed deep with embarrassment, heat rising from your core to your cheeks. You were sure the boys could see your embarrassment flushing your body, exposed and vulnerable in front of them. You knew they loved it, you could tell by the bulge in Steve's sweatpants that he hadn't done anything to hide. Your mouth watered at the thought, wanting more than anything to have your cheeks hollowed around him again.

"Get the gag." Steve nodded down towards you. You huffed but didn't dare whine.

Your posture was slouched, pouting and sulking at the unfairness of it all. These two hypocrites, they didn't even go to college and they were so strict with you about your own school work. They didn't know how draining and time consuming it was.

"Straighten up. Stop all that fuckin' whining, or I'll really give you a reason to." Eddie snapped at you. You blew a short breath out your nose, lifting your spine.

Eddie watched you down the slope of his nose, eyes hard and challenging. Your tummy flipped at the sight. He crouched down in front of you, free hand grabbing your chin, turning you to face him, examining your features.

"Color." Eddie demanded, voice still stern but eyes softening to read your expression.

"Green." Your voice had an edge to it, biting and a little mean, eyes avoiding his. Eddie gripped your chin, pulling you to meet his face. His brows lifted in question, serious. For all his meanness and strictness, he was even more strict about the check ins and safe words.

You met his eyes, huffing just a little. "Green, Eddie, 'm fine." You insisted.

"You sure?" Eddie asked in a low voice, grip loosening on your chin. "Let me know now before we start."

"I'm fine, promise." You gave him a small smile.

"And if you're not?"

"I'll say black for hard stop, yellow to ease up, and squeeze three times if I need to stop." You droned the reciting back at him. You knew it made him feel better, knowing that you knew how to stop if you needed to. As confident as he was, he always worried about taking it to far with you, especially with punishments.

Eddie gave you a tiny grin, pecking your cheek sweetly. "Good girl." You beamed at the praise, the corners of your mouth flicking up just barely.

"See, knew you could be a good girl when you want." Eddie's salacious grin was back, a little taunting and mean. "Gotta teach you to be good all the time."

You saw him reach for his back pocket, eyes widening in anticipation. You knew the dreaded gag was in there, stretching your cheeks slightly in preparation for the discomfort that was coming.

"Open, wide." Eddie snapped.

You unhinged your jaw, mouth presented wide for him. He presented you with the gag, but not the metal one. To your surprise, he held the one with the red, rubber ball in the mouth piece instead. Your heart skipped in relief, letting the rubber settle between your teeth while Eddie fastened the strap around your head.

"Ah, Ed, are you going soft on us?" Steve teased with a snicker.

"Shut up, Harrington." Eddie snarled. "I figured for what she has coming, the rubber would be better. Don't want her breaking those pretty teeth out when she bites down."

Ice ran through your veins, a cold chill that made your shoulders shiver at the thought. You thought maybe they might go easy on you, you were wrong.

"Ah, good call." Steve nodded slowly. "Daddy's a lot nicer than me isn't he, baby?"

You gave a short nod, trying to swallow around the gag already, drool pooling inside your mouth.

"Aw, wasn't that sweet?" Steve sneered, taunting you. He crouched down beside you. "I wonder if you'll still think that in a little bit, baby." His hand was in your hair, pulling you up to stand, before dragging you harshly over the edge of the bed.

You landed with an oomph! bent over the bed, shuffling to spread your legs. Eddie bit back a remark of praise, eyes cutting to Steve. "Where do those hands go?" Steve barked.

You quickly extended them out in front of you, back elongating into a long stretch, ass presented high and legs spread. A vision of submission on their bed, Eddie and Steve wanted to bust right there at the sight.

"Harrington," Eddie called in a sing-song voice, playful and excited. Your eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want the honors first?"

"Oh no, Eddie, I insist." Steve responded just as playfully, he sat on the bed in front of you, taking your wrists into his hands, pinning them tight.

It was comfier than the ropes or cuffs, but more embarrassing this way. Now Steve would watch you, command your eyes on him while Eddie punished you, reveling in every sob and cry. His favorite show.

"What did you pick, Ed?" Steve asked, eyes lighting up at the reveal behind you. You didn't dare look back, eyes on Steve's face. "Oh, Daddy's really mad at you. You bad, bad girl." 

You whined behind the gag, desperately. You knew you'd fucked up with the assignments, but you didn't think they'd be this mad with you.

"You know I don't like liars, Stevie."  Eddie snipped. Then you felt it, the cool leather behind you, rubbing on the naked skin of your ass and thighs.

You wanted to groan, whine and stomp your feet in protest. He went with the paddle, of course he went with the paddle. It was worse than the belt, heavier and covered a bigger area, sure to leave you covered in welts and tender for days to come.

"Oh, I know you don't." Steve grinned, eyes cutting down at you. His grip on your wrist tightened, seeing your wide, rounded eyes shining up at him, gag lodged in your pretty mouth. His cock lurched at the sight.

"I don't like it when my little, good girl," Eddie brought the paddle down unexpectedly, no warning or warm up, just a resounding crack that echoed off the walls. You lurched forward, a muffled gasp behind the gag. "Acts so bad." Eddie swung his arms back, paddle connecting with the meat of your ass.

Your hips jumped at the impact, a blossoming pink that slowly faded into red with each hit. You were bouncing, dancing from foot to foot with each slow hit.

"You lied to me and Steve about your school work," Eddie grunted, hitting where your cheeks met your thighs. You howled behind the gag, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Steve gripped your hands tightly, watching you closely. "Eyes on me." Steve snapped. You lifted your gaze, bleary through tears to meet his.

"You've ruined your grade," Eddie continued, two hard successions of the paddle, each covering each cheek in a stinging, sharp hit that had you crying.

"You disrespect me and Steve," You sobbed, snot and tears leaking down your cheeks, pooling to meet the drool that dripped out of your mouth and gathered at your chin.

"And worse of all," Eddie brought the paddle down hard, leaving you screeching, back arching and wrists tugging at Steve's hands to recoil in a deep child's pose, a submissive, defensive stance. Steve's grip tightened, and you were sure there would be bruises.

"You disrespected yourself." Eddie snapped, the paddle came down hard again. It hurt, stung, made you sob and ache, but somehow, Eddie's words- his disappointed tone, hurt and sad, hurt you worse.

You sobbed hard, shoulders shaking and posture slouching, caving into yourself. Steve felt your wrists fall limp in his hands, face buried into the mattress. He loosened his grip, looking up at Eddie carefully. Eddie rolled the paddle over in his hands, watching you carefully. Steve could tell he was contemplating finishing out, neither one of them expected you to break this early.

"I'm not going to have you hurt yourself like this." Eddie continued after a moment, bringing the paddle back down against your red cheeks, softer this time. You still jumped, sobbing into the duvet. "You do your school work and your assignments. You know you're supposed to."

"'M sowry." You blubbered through the gag, drool spilling out with the fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Speak up." Eddie snapped, his hand cracking down on your hot flesh. "Get your head up."

You lifted your face out of the mattress, eyes meeting Steve's through your wet vision. "'M s-sorry." You tried again, the gag making it awkward and muffled.

Steve cooed down at you, wiping a tear away with the pad of his thumb. "Aw, c'mon, Ed," He tutted down at you. "She's sorry, aren't you?"

You nodded fiercely, before resting your cheek back onto the mattress, looking over your shoulder back at Eddie. He stood, arms crossed over his chest with his paddle still in hand, staring down at you. You clenched around nothing. Fuck, he looked so good when he was angry, so mean and controlling; such a contrast to his normal light hearted, sweet personality.

Eddie hummed, hand lightly skating over your hot flesh, squeezing the fat of your reddened cheeks gently. "You gonna do your school work?" He asked. You nodded fiercely. "You gonna lie to me or Steve again?" Your head bobbed.

"Good." Eddie nodded. You felt his fingers move lower, swiping between your legs. You whined, wiggling back onto his fingers desperately for friction. Eddie smirked, looking up at Steve. "Good girl." He cooed.

"You are so good aren't you?" Steve mumbled to you. He let go of your hands, placing them on either side of your face sweetly, pulling you closer to him. His nose nearly touched yours, grinning at you, ruined and desperate between his hands. "So good when you want to be. So sweet, too."

Eddie hummed, pulling his fingers out of you and into his mouth, eyes closing and groaning loud, the tangy taste of your spend on his fingers. "Mmm, so good. Fuck." Eddie's eyes zoned in on your pussy, needy and wet.

It took every ounce of restraint he had not to dive into you, devour that beautiful pussy until you were screaming out for more. But he couldn't, not this time. He'd brought the pain, and it was Steve's turn to bring you pleasure; a reward for taking your punishment so well. Eddie couldn't deprive him of that.

Eddie's eyes met Steve's, nodding that they should switch places. Steve swung his legs off the bed, allowing you a moment to collapse, sniffle into the comfort of the duvet. Eddie caught your face before you could relax fully, kneeling on the mattress and cupping your jaw in one hand, free hand undoing your gag. He pulled the ball out of your mouth, the sting of drool attached from your mouth to the ball spilling and pooling on the mattress, wet matter mixing with your tears.

"How are you feeling?" Eddie asked, dark eyes scanning over your features, a silent check in. His grip was still on your jaw, fingers massaging your cheeks gently after the removal of the gag. Your heart swelled at the gesture.

"Good." You sniffled, eyes lifting up to him, rounded and watery. Eddie tilted his head to the side, brows furrowed sternly at you. You gave him a soft smile. "Still green."

"Look at you." Eddie cooed, a dimpled grin spreading over his features and warming you from the inside out. "My best girl, aren't you?"

Eddie was good like this. Good about making you feel better after your punishments, letting you know it's all still play. Sometimes it was easy to feel real about them, feel like that was their true feelings towards you. Steve was still learning to get out of that headspace, still a little unsure of when he let himself slowly fade. Sometimes, it was too early, interrupting the scene, others too far after. Thankfully, for the three of you, you had Eddie- the ever "seasoned veteran of kinky shit" as he liked to call himself.

"Fuck, baby," Steve groaned, harshly gripping your hot ass cheeks, pulling them apart. "You're drenched aren't you?"

You blushed, letting your face fall towards your arms, an attempt at hiding your embarrassment. Eddie caught your face easily, firm grip on your chin. "Did Steve not just ask you a question?" He tilted his head to the side in challenge.

"Yes, sir." You muttered, heat blooming down your neck from your cheeks, you knew your chest would be showing now.

"Not really a punishment if you enjoyed it, now is it, Princess?" Steve grinned.

You gasped before you could reply, his thick fingers pushing straight into your sopping hole, adding another and scissoring your walls, spreading them open gently. Your mouth water, hips writing against his fingers because you knew what that meant. He was opening you up, getting you ready so he could stuff you full of his cock.

"It was." You whined, bottom lip jutting out, eyes flitting up to Eddie. "I promise it was a good punishment. I learned my lesson, Daddy."

Eddie's face melted, eyes crinkling when he grinned at you. "Oh, honey," He cooed, leaning down so his nose brushed yours. You purred, nuzzling against him sweetly "You're not done yet."

Your heart dropped, face following with it, while Eddie rolled off the bed. Steve snickered behind you, amber eyes flashing with excitement, tracking Eddie's movements towards the bedside drawer.

"But I-"

"You didn't think you'd get off that easy, did you?" Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side, shaking his curls at you dumbly. Your face burned. "Steve, she really thought that was it?" He mocked you.

Steve's fingers were still working inside you, opening you up. "Surely, you're smarter than that." Steve snipped. "I mean, baby, c'mon, Ed would've at least used the cane if the spanking was it."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, bottom lip trembling. "At least." Eddie parroted with a smirk. He turned around and your heart skipped, seeing the bottle of lube in your hand. Fuck.

Eddie popped the cap open to the lube, slowly walking towards you. You looked over your shoulder, neck straining at the stretch. "I told you baby," Eddie said calmly. "That ass is mine tonight."

You gulped, hearing Steve's mocking chuckles, his fingers jamming deep inside you, making you gasp at the curl. You tried to focus on how he was making you feel, instead of Eddie's thick thumb that was circling your rear hole.

It wasn't that you didn't like anal, or didn't do it often; you were in a throuple for fucksake, of course anal came with the territory. You were use to the boys filling you up, if your mouth wasn't occupying one of their dicks, your ass was their choice. The issue was, it was always Steve. Steve wasn't small by any means, but less... girth than Eddie's cock and more gentle. Eddie had fucked you up the ass a total of four times, once to try, once for his birthday, and the other two as punishment. He always made sure you were lubed up, ready to take him so it didn't hurt- and it didn't really, besides the usual stretch, it just made you feel... uncomfortably full. When Eddie fucked your ass, he was in your guts, you were sure of it- you could feel it. It was a little invasive, overstimulating.

The cold shock of the lube dripping in a fat glob onto your tightest hole made you shiver, the sensation quickly replaced by Eddie's pointer finger, circling your hole, pressing inward just to the knuckle. You clenched, eyes screwing shut.

A sharp slap to your already stinging cheek pulled you away, leaving you gasping, turning back and pouting over your shoulder. Steve glared at you. "Relax. You know better." He warned, brow lifted carefully at you.

You took a shuddered, regulating breath, rocking back on your heels to try and relax into the touch. Your skin burned with every pull and knead of Eddie or Steve's hand on your inflamed cheeks, making you whimper, toes curling with sensation while Steve expertly punched that sensitive spot within you.

"Hm," Eddie groaned, fingers lazily pumping in and out of you. "Think you should get her good and relaxed, Stevie." Eddie nodded towards you. "Finish her off for me. Before we really get started."

You shuddered at the lingering threat in the air, a foreshadowing of what's to come. You were granted only a moment before Steve's tongue was on your cunt, lapping and suckling at your clit until you let out a strangled gasp. His tongue was quick, fluttering kitten licks to your clit while his fingers fucked you.

Your orgasm was close, fiery and fierce with a rapid approach that left you reeling, abs clenching and walls clamping around Steve's expert fingers before you gushed, flooding over his mouth and hand. He licked you up easily, smirking at every spasming aftershock that followed.

You were panting, gripping the sheets with a white knuckled vigor, chest rising and falling against the warmed cotton of the bed. Eddie grinned, arms crossed over his chest, half lidded eyes watching you with blown pupils.

"Good boy," Eddie grinned down at Steve. "Let me have a taste, fuck." Eddie moaned, leaning over to capture Steve's lips on his before he could wipe your juices off his mouth. Eddie was drunk on your taste, moaning into Steve's lips while their tongues swirled against each other, the tangy taste of you swapping between their lips.

You whimpered, craning your neck back to look over your shoulder, thighs clenching at the sight of the two men, kissing with a passionate fury. Eddie's eyes caught yours, breaking the kiss with a trail of saliva connecting off their lips. He looked down at you carefully, grinning salaciously, teeth bared.

"What do you think, Steve? Have her stand up or have her ride you? Your choice." Eddie offered with a slight nod of his head for you.

"Ooh," Steve laughed, eyebrows raising in delight. "Ya know, Ed, I just really think I want her to ride me." Steve's eyes narrowed in on you. "Because I know how much you love that, baby."

You bit back a huff accompanied with an eye roll that rivaled Steve's best. You didn't enjoy riding them, either one, especially when they double stuffed you like this. You always got weak kneed, legs shaking and struggling to keep up a good pace, almost always collapsing while they finished you out, cooing and mocking at you.

"I think that's a great idea." Eddie grinned, eyes never leaving yours with a wide eyed glare. "Go on then. Get ready to ride, baby."

That's how you found yourself, kneeled with your thighs on either side of Steve's hips, his hands on your waist, legs dangling off the edge of the bed while Eddie pumped himself between them. He watched as you bounced slowly, sinking further and further down onto Steve's cock, adjusting yourself there before he continued.

Eddie squirted the lube back on his fingers, smearing it over his angry cock. "You ready for me?" Eddie asked. You nodded slowly, eyes pinched in pleasure, nails sinking into Steve's shoulders with every slow drag of your hips up and down his cock.

"You remember your safe words?" Eddie asked again, brow lifting carefully. You nodded with a gentle whimper. "Lemme hear them." Eddie demanded, grinning when you repeated them back to him, voice high pitched and nasally; pathetic, how he loved it.

"Good girl." Eddie purred, shuffling closer. He took his free hand, letting it store down your spine gently. "Hold still for me for just a second, alright? Steve, hold her for me."

Steve's arms, thick and strong pulled around your waist, circling you and pressing a palm into the middle of your back, folding you forward so you were sunk against him, still wrapped around his cock but ass leaned forward and presented to Eddie. It had taken the three of you a while to perfect the position.

Eddie pumped himself, circling the rim of your open, tight hole before pushing the head in. You gasped, clenching and spine straightening at the sensation. Steve groaned, low and throaty at the feeling of your clamped walls strangling his cock, arms tightening around you to hold you close, keep you from wiggling while Eddie sunk himself in, slowly, hips rolling and inching closer and closer until you were full of him.

You could barely move, barely lift your hips to continue riding Steve while they double teamed you, too full of sensation and brain a hazy fog that overtook your senses.

"Fuck, what a good girl." Eddie hissed, hips stroking at a much gentler pace than he usually did against you, watching the lube and his own spend gather at the base of your tight hole. His mouth watered, pupils blown at the sight. "Isn't she a good girl?"

"Oh, the best." Steve huffed, breath strangled and trapped in his chest. You were slouched against him, drooling onto his shoulder, eyes glazed while his hips thrusted into yours. At this point, he and Eddie were practically tossing you back and forth with their thrusts, a bounce from one to the other like a teeter-totter.

"She's the best girl. She- oh, baby, right there- feels so, so good." Steve clenched his jaw, hissing at the way his cock was already twitching.

You mewled, shuddering with another wave of ecstasy release with every stoke of their cocks hitting your g-spots. It was overwhelming, leaving you shaking and breaths shuddering, head spinning at the feeling.

"Fuck, Ed, 'm close." Steve hissed, calves rising and flexing to thrust up into you.

"Me too." Eddie muttered, tongue poking out in concentration while he rocked his hips a little faster, a little harder, still holding back from riding you out like he normally did. He didn't want to hurt you.

Steve's hand left your waist, reaching out to join Eddie's on your hips, their thick hands intertwining to lace together while they chased their own highs, spilling into each of your holes with sputtered groans and gasps of air, singing your praises through shuddered breaths.

You were leaking both of them, letting it pool together beneath you on the sheets when they pulled out. Steve held you close, smattering your hair line with kisses and soothing words while Eddie wet a cloth.

"Such a good girl aren't you?" Steve cooed, nose rubbing into your sweaty hair line. "You took that so well, didn't you? You did. My best girl, look at you."

You whined, lightly gripping onto his chests. You felt underwater, removed and lightyears away from the two men in front of you, their doting kisses and sweet words lying over you like a soothing balm.

"She's gone." Steve muttered to Eddie, chest rumbling against your cheek.

"Go get her some water or gatorade." Eddie said, puddle brown eyes furrowed in concern when they looked at you. "Think that'll help. I'll clean her up."

Steve left you, propped on a pillow while you slowly blinked up at Eddie, his wild curls cascading down his face like a curtain over you, tickling your cheeks lightly. "Hi, sweet girl." Eddie cooed lightly. "You alright?"

You nodded vacantly, eyes looking past him and towards the ceiling, pupils blown. "You with me right now, sweetheart? Feel alright?" Eddie asked, brows creasing in concern.

"'M alright." You muttered, airy and breathy response.

Eddie's hand cupped your cheek, calloused thumb brushing over your tear stained cheek bone. "I'm gonna clean you up, ok, baby?" Eddie cooed. "Daddy's got ya, sweet girl. You just relax."

You shuddered, system shocking and screeching with alarm when the cold cloth brushed through your aching folds, swiping and cleaning you up gently. You whimpered loudly in protest, hips squirming away from the rag. Eddie's eyes flickered to yours, relief pulling at his tight chest when he saw your furrowed brow and pouting lips, some expression at least.

"'S alright, baby. I gotcha." Eddie cooed, free hand rubbing your thigh, while he cleaned you delicately.

Steve returned, lifting you up in his arms, pressing the plastic rim of the bottle to your lips, feeding it to you in slow slips. You let them baby you like that, more than content at their sweet, coddling ministrations. Your two mean men that could turn so easily from malicious to caring, for you.

You let them squeeze you between them, lying down on your tummy, hands under the pillow while their hands intertwined and rested on your lower back.

"You gonna do your assignments from now on?" Eddie asked, propped on his side to face you, free hand holding Steve's and the other resting under his head.

You nodded slowly, eyes pulling open before fluttering closed. "I will, Daddy." You muttered, sleepily. "Promise."

"You better." Steve chided, his thumb brushing down your spine, rubbing over your soft skin then Eddie's knuckles. "Or I'll use Daddy's cane on you every night for a week, understand?"

That was enough to get your eyes wretched open, wide eyed and timidly looking up at him. Steve glared at you, challenging and warning all wrapped up in those amber eyes, brow furrowed in a look that told you he was not playing. "I understand." You squeaked, shrinking under his glare.

"I'm sorry for lying." You shuddered, breath hitching in your throat, the swell of tears returning to your chest. "I-I'll talk to my professor about making up the work, and-and I'll make sure to bring home everything, and-"

Eddie shushed you gently, hand running down the locks of your hair, petting them soothingly. "Baby, it's alright. We're good for now." He said calmly. "Just relax. Let yourself rest, ok? I know you're tired."

You sunk back into the pillow slowly, eyes fluttering back shut, succumbing to the overwhelming tiredness that was racking your body. You felt the boys kiss you, pillowy lips on either side of your face muttering gentle words before leaning over you, kissing each other in a wet smooch that had you grinning softly. It was just the three of you for now, in your own little oasis. Two men and their little (sometimes bad, most of the time good) girl.

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[wh1msic4alwasab1]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡”ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: diluc using you infront of the other maids

tags: exhibitionism, fr33use, vulgar, explicit, i’m not getting into heaven

wrd cnt: 640+

a/n: lord have mercy on my SOUL.

Being Dilucs maid is the best thing that could have happened to you. He wanted you and you fully. Sure, he had plenty of other maids but they could never posses him with the same feelings you gave him. And he made that quite clear.

He’d check your work every now and then, and tonight he was watching as you swiped the dining table. A few other maids were cleaning around the place, some in the lobby, or the wine cellar, and some replacing the wood in the fireplace.

He walked up behind you, inspecting your work.

He took a finger and swiped it across the wood, “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your thighs. “Now, I want you to bend over the table and lift your skirt.”

The boldness of his words left your face in a deep rouge of red. Everyone was in the room, yet you did as he said, the cool wooden surface pressing against your stomach as you lifted your skirt, exposing your lace panties to the room. You could feel the other maids' eyes on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as Diluc's hand came down on your bare skin with a loud smack.

“I think it’s time you took a small break”, he growled, his hand coming down again and again, the sting turning into pleasure with each strike. “Do you want that dear?.” He pulled your panties off and left them at your ankles, one large hand on your ass while he played with your folds, spreading them apart and coating his fingers in your juices. 

You moaned in agreement, your arousal dripping down your thighs as he continued to spank you, the other maids' gasps and whispers only adding to the heat in your core. But Diluc seemed unfazed, his attention solely on you and the pleasure he was giving you.

“You did such wonderful work for me today.” He says, “You’re so wet, do you like it when they watch you? They’re all staring at your wet cunt.” He whispered against your ear, hunched over and grinding his clothed cock on your rear.

You can only nod and drool around the fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as you look behind you to meet his eyes, the same ones he just put in your hole moments ago.

He chuckled, reveling in the sight of your sluttiness.

“You want them to watch you take my cock?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, bracing yourself as he positioned himself behind you, his hand gripping your hip as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust. You cried out at the feeling of his size filling you, your head spinning with pleasure and the thrill of being used by him in front of others.

“I expect the rest of you to keep working.” He announcement, the flock of women turning their faces and moving their dusters around.

Diluc's pace was slow and steady, his hand on your hip guiding you as he slammed into you over and over again. You could hear the other maids mumbling behind the tables and overlooking down from the stairs or second floor, but all you could focus on was the intense pleasure radiating through your body.

His words only added fuel to the fire, and you could feel yourself nearing your release. You dug your nails into the wooden table, trying to hold on as Diluc's thrusts became more urgent.

“You’re close aren’t you,” he growled, his hand reaching around to rub your clit. “Cum all over my cock, I know you want to. You’ve done it plenty before. Show them what a little slut you are”. 

And that was all it took for you to come undone, your body shaking with pleasure as Diluc continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. He soon followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you in a deep guttural moan, fucking all his cum inside your hole before watching it drip out onto the floor.

He picked the first maid he could see hiding behind the curtain to clean it up.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

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[princessbrunette]

stepbro!rafe with reader who prances around the house alwaaays braless n shes just oblivious on how that makes her big brother feel :(

i forgot if i have requested tbis or not, if i did u can ignore !! xx

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you were in your own home, of course you were gonna stroll around without a bra on. surely he couldn’t expect you to wear one all the time, especially when you and rafe were often left to your own devices at tannyhill— growing comfortable enough together for you to assumably not have to worry about that kind of thing.

it started off just going braless beneath big sleep shirts when you walk around the kitchen in the morning — something that was pretty unnoticeable if you weren’t particularly looking and fairly appropriate to wear around the house. but you got comfortable, and apparently according to your lack of— must have burned all your bras over time or something. rafe started to notice your nipples peeking through little crop tops and baby tees, flashing him a cute smile as you’d pass him in the hallway which he’d barely catch because he was too focused on staring unabashedly at the way your tits would bounce with each step.

you’d even gone braless with a couple of tank tops, which would drive rafe up the wall, shaking his head at you in faux disgust which you wouldn’t even care for— thin material clinging to the shape of you, nipples practically piercing through the fabric.

it was one day you were prancing around cleaning the living room in a thin baby tee, braless, and tiny little booty shorts. rafe was feeling particularly high strung that day, and decided enough was enough.

“hey, come to my office okay? we need to talk.” was all he said before he marched off, expecting you to trail behind. you furrow your brows, setting down the duster you were using to swipe the dust from the shelves as you walked, no, bounced along behind him.

once you’re in there, he shuts the door and doesn’t give you much space to move about, standing directly infront of you.

“whats the matter, rafe?” your voice is high and worried, making him shift on his feet, licking his lips irritably.

“you know, i’m… i’m getting real tired of you not respecting me as a man, okay?” he rambles, eyeing you.

“what do you mean?”

“you really think this shit,” he plucks at your clothes, startling you. “is appropriate attire to walk around the house in? around your stepbrother?” he tilts his head, voice raising a little bit and you glance down at yourself, a flicker of shame behind those innocent eyes. he closes in on you, lowering his tone to a volume just above a whisper. “i’m a man okay? i have needs, and — and you are making it increasingly harder to ignore those needs. do you understand what i’m saying to you?” he grits his teeth, emphasising the t on each word making your eyes widen, head nodding.

“i’m sorry, rafe. it’s just comfortable.”

“yeah, well, you’re kinda killing me… and that’s not fair, is it? riling me up like that? without letting me touch you?” he seethes, eyes squinted and you hate when he’s mad at you, bottom lip puffing out which in hindsight probably only riled him up more.

“you— you can if you want. just want you to stop being mad.” you offer pathetically, eyes glassy and apologetic and he’s stopped in his tracks.

“yeah? you—you want your stepbrother to touch you?” he makes a face like he’s disgusted by the mere offer and your face falls, confused and ashamed. before you go to take it back, he gently taps you on your shoulder, making you lean against the door he closed behind you. “thats why you wore this shit, isn’t it?” his warm hands graze you, sliding up your body until they’re cupping your free’d tits through the thin fabric of your shirt. they’re warm and squishy and he can’t help but give them a generous squeeze, the act making your cunt throb, back arching into his palms only confusing you further.

“r—rafe.” you’re trying to warn him of the way it’s making you feel, thighs pressed together and eyes fluttering, but he’s already well aware — mouth flicking up into a smirk.

“yeah. i know. didn’t think i would do it, right? you know this is what girls like you get.” he starts to lift your shirt until it’s tucked above your tits, the two of them now free and being fondled making you mewl. “you gotta learn that your actions have consequences. i’m… i’m the older step brother that has to step up, teach you shit… m’proactive you know i— i gotta handle you so you behave yourself. nothin’ wrong with that, right?”

he’s rambling now, erection vividly pressing against his pants but his eyes wide, expression unreadable— like he’s searching for something. moral justification, maybe. he knew it was wrong, but he was trying to convince himself other wise. all he needed was that green light.

“rafe it’s okay.” you whisper. permission.

he steps back suddenly, leaving you prey-eyed and jostled against his door, top still pulled up above your tits. he sways on the spot undecided for a moment, itching his nose as he eyes you before uttering words that would change your relationship forever.

“take off your clothes, alright?”

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#anon #stepbro!rafe #tw stepcest #rafe cameron prompt

[radracer]

1978 Dodge Ramcharger Top Hand

#1978 Dodge Ramcharger Top Hand #plymouth trail duster #modified #tuning #retro rides #street #usdm #uncommon #suv #lifted #pickup #70s #vintage #classic truck

[drabblesandimagines]

could i request something with leon and a reader with lots and lots of energy? like i imagine reader jumping around the house for some reason and leon trying to keep up with that energy. that would be so cute idk 😩

Okay, I must apologise because I fear this went waaaay off topic, but I immediately thought of nervous energy and this fluffy bit came out. I hope you still enjoy it - please let me know!

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Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

Leon smiles as you finally perch down on the edge of the sofa besides him, moving to slip his arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a cuddle – loves it when you nuzzle into his chest - only for you to get to your feet once more, walking over to the opposite sofa to straighten up the cushions.

You’ve had non-stop energy all day and, thinking back on it, he swears you’d even ate breakfast and lunch without sitting down once. It started with you being out of bed before him, usually an impossible task with his internal 6am alarm clock. He’d often left you tucked up in bed after a kiss on the forehead before he went for his morning run, knowing full well you still wouldn’t be awake on his return.

He’d be a liar though if he didn’t admit that he was still recovering from the Alcatraz incident – some of those bruises were still healing, making him groan like an old man sometimes if he’d sat in one position too long. More recently, and aided by a period of leave from the DSO, he’d been enjoying the lazier starts you were now getting to share, waking up only enough to nuzzle his face into your neck, a few soft kisses here and there, and spooning you into the mid-morning.

No such treat that morning, though. By the time he’d lugged himself down the stairs, you’d mopped the kitchen floor and been to the grocery store whilst it dried.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, thanks. All under control.” You beam, multitasking up a storm in front of him. You poured him a cup of coffee from the machine and turned back to the stove where you were somehow already cooking him breakfast, a cake was baking away in the oven, all whilst mentioning something about how you were holding off on vacuuming until he was awake. He's a bit in awe at your energy levels today – though it was true he had a few years older than you, he didn’t think it was to this much of an extent. Next, you’d vacuumed all of the rooms, shaking your head at his offer to do them, thinking you were just being a little too particular on the way you liked them done, and when you washed the windows, dusted the surfaces, cleaned the bathroom… But as 5pm rolled closer, he finally realizes what it is, cursing himself internally.

“Sweetheart…” he trails off as you decide the cushion needs a little more fluffing up, now bashing it against your thighs into submission.

“Uh-huh?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just, you know, finessing.” You place the cushion down, eyes scanning the rest of the living room. Did you miss that dust on the entertainment console? You were sure you’d ran that fluffy duster everywhere. It’s fine, there’s cloth dusters under the sink – maybe that would be better – and whilst you’re in the kitchen, you should definitely double-check the ice drawer again, just to make sure you definitely have enough ice…

As you head towards the kitchen, you stop a moment and adjust the bowl of tortilla chips by a fraction of an inch. It’s Leon’s birthday celebration, so you’ve laid out your best snack spread, including two huge bowls of homemade guacamole – a family recipe that has never not once been a hit when you’ve rolled it out – but now you’re not sure it’s enough.  It’s not Leon’s actual birthday either as he never wants a fuss, no balloons and definitely no banners – reminds him too much of his evening at the RPD HQ - but after Alcatraz, Chris, Jill, Claire, Rebecca and he had stayed in regular contact and somehow what was going to be beers at a bar had escalated into a little gathering at his to celebrate his birthday… and for them to meet you.

Leon has other ideas as you head towards the kitchen and your mind’s too focused to see him poised as you go to walk past. He grabs hold of your wrist and suddenly you find yourself on his lap after a firm and gentle tug, his other arm now wrapped tightly around your waist and keeping you in place.

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not.” So what if your leg is bouncing up and down on the spot? He lets go of your wrist then, places his palm flat on your thigh and stills it.

 “Liar. You’ve been on the go since dawn – I’m tired just watching you.”

“Fine, maybe I’m a little nervous.” You relent – could never resist those blue eyes of his. “You’ve never invited friends round here before, let alone had a birthday party and I want everything to be perfect.”

He smiles – the one you know that precedes a corny line. “It is already perfect because you’re here.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously – they’ll like you, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’ve heard of them from his stories – little snippets he’ll share from his work. They’re all so strong, and brave, and clever…

“Because I love you.”

You still go weak at that knees when he tells you those words – he sounds as sincere as the first time he said it. You lean forward then, kissing him deeply. His hand rubs up and down your back as you do, making all the anxious thoughts stop for a moment as you focus on him and his touch alone.

You pull back after a moment and take in his soft, lovestruck expression, placing a hand on his cheek.

 “I still think I should make another bowl of guacamole, though. Just in case.”

“You’ve already made two huge servings, sweetheart - we’re good.”

And, when Chris takes another heaving scoop of it atop his tortilla chip later that evening, it’s Leon’s turn to relent.

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

#ghostdogwrites #ghostdogasks #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff

[romantichomicide95]

satoru gojo -roleplay

➜ summary: gojos been gone for awhile so you have a little fun roleplaying together. ➜ cw: 18+ mdni. role playing, penetration, oral (f! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, teasing, spit, choking, slapping, gojo marking you, not proofread. repost! ➜ word count: 2k

It has been weeks since your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, left for a mission overseas, and the anticipation of his return has been eating away at you. You’d been standing anxiously by the front door,counting down the minutes ever since you got his text if his impending arrival. But finally, he was here. The door swings open, revealing his charismatic, playful smile.

"Hey beautiful," Gojo says, stepping inside and wrapping his arms around you tightly. His signature scent engulfs you, bringing a wave of comfort and familiarity.

"Toru!" You squeal with excitement. "I missed you so much." He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso, burying your face in his neck.

He chuckles, his voice vibrating against your ear, "I missed you too, princess. More than you can imagine."

The two of you remain wrapped in each other's embrace for a few moments, savoring the comfort of being together once again. Gojo gently pulls away, his gaze filled with adoration before his lips are pressing against yours softly, and hungry.

Gojo carries you to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap. His lips leave a trail of kisses along your jawline, down to the nape of your neck. His hands glide up and down your thighs, until he finally rests them on your ass.

"God, I missed you," he murmurs against your skin.

"I missed you too, Toru," you whisper back, pulling off his blindfold and tangling your hands his unruly white hair. Your touches leave a fire between you, one that’s been burning for the weeks you’d been apart.

Gojo looks at you with his mesmerizing vibrant blue eyes. You could see a mischievous glint to them.

With a coy smile, you lean in closer, your lips just inches away from his. "Does my pretty boy want something?"

Gojo smiles, eyes filled with mischief. "Well I was thinking, why don't you go put on that little number you know I like. I could really use a maid tonight.”

You laugh softly, knowing you’d never be able to say no to a request from him. Besides, this was a game you’ve played before. One that was hard to resist. "Anything for you pretty boy. I can be your maid tonight.” you say with a soft kiss. Gojo's eyes light up as you separate from him and make your way to the bedroom to change.

Minutes later you emerge from the bedroom. His eyes sweep over your figure, taking in the sight of the sexy black and white push up bra, the cute little maid skirt that showed every inch of your thighs that could make him drool, and the lacy choker around your neck. A a playful grin graces his face as you swat at him with the feather duster. "Damnnn. You look delicious."

“You always say that.” you say with an eye roll. Then you straighten yourself and put on the sexy little innocent voice he loves so much. “How can I be of assistance?”

He lets out a deep chuckle. “Hmm, well baby, looks like you got to bend over and clean that spot right there. Can you do that for me?”

“Anything for my pretty boyfriend.” You say bending over and popping out your ass, showing off the very sexy lacy panties underneath. Gojo sucks in air as eyes his fixate on your ass.

When you stand back up and turn to him you can see his hand palming his erecting through his pants. “Do you need help with that Toru?” you ask playfully.

“Not yet, I’m enjoying this.” He says his eyes roaming your body once more.

“Okay. Then, how can I be of assistance?” you ask again. He gets up, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the kitchen.

“Up there, the top cupboard. It’s ever so dusty, can you be a doll and clean that for me?”

“Anything for my pretty boyfriend.” you repeat, reaching up in front of him, tits in his face as you “dust” the cupboard. He moves behind you as you still reach up, to get another view of your ass. His hands fall to your waist and he grinds his erection against you.

You turn to face him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “How can I be of assistance?” you say seductively, biting his earlobe.

“Fuck…be a good little maid and get up on the island, the light fixture needs dusting.”

“Anything for my pretty boyfriend.” you say again, you sit up on the counter, legs spread open, back arched as you look up at the light, “dusting it”. Gojo comes and stands between your legs, the bulge in his pants grinding against your clothed pussy eliciting a slight whimper from your lips. He puts his lips to your neck, biting and sucking at the flesh, leaving black and blue marks along your skin.

“You’re a good little maid you know that?” he breathes against your neck. His hands grip your thighs, fingernails digging into the flesh. You put your duster down, positioning your self better on the counter.

“Am I?” you ask blinking up at him as he looms over you, a devilish look in his eye. “How else can I be of assistance?” you lean up and whisper in his ear.

A chill runs down his body and he grips your thighs tighter. “I think I want my pretty little maid to do something nice for me, something I really like.”

“Hmmm. Well, do you like it when I do this?” you say as you grasp his belt, the sound of the metallic unclicking as you slide it off.

“Maybe I do, what else can you do for me?”

“Well do you like when I do this?” You ask lifting his shirt over his head, running your hand along his abs.

“I very much do.” he growls, tracing his hands up your thighs, inching closer and closer to the heat emanating from between your legs.

Before he can trace his fingers along your panty line you close your legs shut, sitting up and leaning back on your hands on the counter. “Oh, does my pretty boyfriend want to touch me?”

“I do.” His fingers shot up, trailing softly across your cheek until he hooked two fingers under you chin, lifting your head up to look at him. He leaned in close until your noses were almost touching. “Now did I tell you that you could close your legs? Be a good girl and open them back up for me.”

You oblige, opening your legs back up. Gojos fingers dance along the hem of your skirt lifting it up. “Look at my pretty little maid,” he says as his fingers slide across the wet spot on your panties, “Always so wet for her pretty boy. What else you gunna do for me?” his hot breathe tickles your neck.

“Hmmm. Would I be a good girl if I did this?” You ask reaching down and pulling his pants to his ankles, slightly palming his rock hard erection over his boxers.

Gojo sucks his breathe in. He kisses down your neck, down your stomach, then down your thighs pushing your skirt up even further. “Yes, a very good girl.” He breathes against your thigh, taking his hands swiftly pulling your panties down to the floor.

He takes two fingers, hooking them in your cheek. You lock eyes with him as you suck his digits, your tongue running circles around them. He removes his fingers with a pop against your cheek. “Now I’m gunna reward you for being a good girl.” He says, sliding one wet finger inside your sex, mixing your spit with the already peachy slick.

You tilt your head backwards, a soft moan escaping your lips as he slides another finger in. “I think my good girl deserves a prize.” He says kissing the inside of your thighs as he works you open. He trails kisses from your thighs to your stomach, then down to your sex. Placing a soft kiss on your clit as his fingers continue to work you.

“Be a good girl and watch me.” he says as he takes your puffy clit in between his lips. You watch as he sucks your clit gently, teasing you, his eyes never leaving yours. Watching the way your face contorts in pleasure before he finally takes his fingers out of you, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He slides his tongue up your slit before he works starts to really savor the way you taste. Whimpering noises and breathy moans fell from your lips as his tongue worked magic on your aching pussy.

“Cum for me.” he commands as he feels your legs shake, your head tilting all the way back, your fingers gripping his white locks.

“F-fuck fuck Toru.” You moan out grinding up into his lips as you cum against his tongue.

“That’s a good girl. You taste so sweet, here.” He says, his lips pressing softly against yours as he slides his tongue in your mouth swirling it gently inside, letting you taste yourself. “Now be a good little girl and come back to the living room.” He says before pulling his boxers off and sitting on the couch.

You stand in front of him, still reeling from your orgasm. You compose yourself and say with a sexy slur “How can I be of assistance?”

“I want you to ride me.” He says, pulling you down on top of him. “Keep the outfit on.” He says and he slides his tip along your folds before he positions himself at your entrance. He slid himself along you a few mitre times before finally pushing his tip inside, a guttural groan escaping from his lips as he stretched you out. “Fuck you always feel so good around my cock angel.” He said, brushing a piece of hair from your face.

You sit down further on his lap, taking more and more of his length inside you as whimpers fell from both your lips. Once you could take as much of him as you could you start to roll your hips at a slow pace, relishing the feeling of the way his cock stretched you out.

His hands gripped your waist and he started to guide you up and down his length, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside you until he had bottomed out. “You’re doing good, taking me like this.” He says as he continues guiding you up and down, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

“F-feels so good Toru. Love the way you fill me up.” You stutter out as his hips fuck up into you, his cock reaching your cervix.

He takes one hand and reaches down, to circle on your clit and you feel a tingling sensation take you over as your hips both rocks in synchronicity.

“‘M close Toru. Gunna cum again.” You say as you feel the familiar sensation travel through your whole body, and he presses down softly on your clit. A loud moan of his name escapes you and you can’t see straight as you cum around his cock.

He lifts your body up and bends you over the couch. Lifting your skirt to get a good view of your ass before he slaps the soft flesh. He guides his cock back inside you and you hear the loud reverberation as he continues to slap you with one hand every time he ruts himself inside.

“Fuck. Take me so well.” He says, grabbing hold of the lacy choker around your neck and yanking on it, choking you slightly, eliciting a gasp to leave your lips.

“I-I love when you choke me pretty boy.” You stutter out and your words cause his whole body to shake. Whimpers escape his lips as he watches the mark forming around your neck, and the way your ass jiggles with every rut of his hips.

“Fuck. Gunna cum, you can’t say stuff like that.” He says before pulling out, shooting thick white liquid across the redness where his hands met your ass.

He puts his pants back on and disappears into the kitchen before returning with paper towels to wipe you off with. Once he’s finished cleaning you off he pulls you down onto the couch with him.

You let out a sigh of contentment, burying your head in his neck as he strokes your hair. “Fuck. I really did miss you Toru.”

“Me too angel. Me too.”

#gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #n.sfw #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader smut #satoru gojo #satoru gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo saturo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojo x you #satoru smut

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Plymouth

#Trail Duster #plymouth

[noosayog]

[8:49 PM] ft. Sakusa Kiyoomi

wc: 300

y'all know the tiktok I'm talking about

“Do you think I could be tiktok famous?” 

Kiyoomi lifts his head from its current position resting on yours, yours on his shoulder. He has to crane his neck awkwardly to look at you. “You’d have to make your first tiktok first.” 

“I have a really good idea,” you nod seriously. 

Kiyoomi looks at you and you could burst out laughing from how hard he tries to muster up an encouraging smile. “Sure you can, babe.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean!” 

“What do you mean? I said you could do it!” 

“You’re just saying that!”

“Well, babe…” he trails off sheepishly. “You’re not funny.” 

You jut your bottom lip out as far as possible and tuck your chin into your chest to blink at him through your lashes. “Omi, do you really think I’d be that bad at it?” 

“No!” he backtracks. 

You almost, almost, grin. 

“You’d be great. Show me your idea.” 

“Really?!” you blink at him. “Okay, I actually already made it. Here, I’ll show you.” 

You swipe to your tiktok drafts and pull up the video to show him. 

The first thing Kiyoomi sees is the back of his head, an extended swiffer duster in hand. He hears the beginning of a familiar song play

~eat a two-week old unrefrigerated pie~

He continues to watch himself approach a cockroach above the stove in your shared apartment, extending his long arms excruciatingly slowly, duster inching towards the bug. He knows what happens next. The cockroach suddenly spreads its wings and starts flying towards the Kiyoomi in the screen and the video stops, cutting into song. 

~dumb ways to die~ 

“So what did you think?” 

Kiyoomi gives you the deadest fish eyes he can muster, getting up and slamming the bedroom door shut on you. 

“Omi!” you laugh. “What did you think?” 

“You can sleep in the bug infested kitchen,” you hear through the door.

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