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mull3ts · 9 months

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[ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘? ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, CNC, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, Mentions of anal sex

“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.

“I wish.” He quietly sighs.

But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”

Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”

Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”

Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.

Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”

Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles.

“You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.

“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.

He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.

“Y/n, honey, m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.

“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.

That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.

Even after doing it just once.

At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. The thought chewed at him until he finally asked.

“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”

Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”

“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”

“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”

The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.

He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.

Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.

Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.

The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.

Jeno thought he was dreaming.

This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.

The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.

He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”

“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”

You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.

“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”

He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.

“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”

You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.

He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.

This man was out of his mind.

His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.

You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.

Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.

His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.

Jeno has this in the bag.

You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.

Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.

“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”

His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.

You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.

“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”

You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.

“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.

You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.

You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.

Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.

“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.

You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.

Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.

He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.

It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.

Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.

He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.

But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.

He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.

Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.

Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.

And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.

He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.

The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.

“Mr. Lee?”

You woke up.

“...Yes?”

You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.

“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.

You know what it is.

It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.

Maybe he should’ve prepared you.

That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.

His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.

“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”

You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.

“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”

You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.

You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.

There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.

You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.

“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.

“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.

“Mhm.” you nod.

“You know what t-that was?”

You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”

He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”

You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.

“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”

You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”

“Y-Yes.”

“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”

“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.

“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”

You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”

You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.

“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”

Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.

You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.

Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?

You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”

“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.

“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.

“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.

You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”

He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.

Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.

“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.

You were too embarrassed for your own good.

He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”

“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.

★ Why So Shy? | A “One Way Ticket” work | wc: 2.8k

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elfwithagoodgaydar · 20 days

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tommy has his date shirt ON okay the difference between the look he was wearing to go to vegas to the one he was going to a shift to THIS one are likee this is a man on a mission buttons half done no tank top underneath i KNOW what you are

#911 abc #tommy kinard #bucktommy

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lu-sn · 1 year

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i am here today to talk about HORRIBLE OVERSIGHT in the pete fandom we NEED to correct our ways and see the light

but it is ok i will Explain

ok do u see this

this is a pha khao ma (spelling up for debate). it's a waistcloth commonly worn in south and southeast asia — you may have heard of it as a lungi / longyi. it's a rectangular, light, soft piece of cloth that (mostly) men tie around their (mostly) waists to wear in hot humid climates because it's very comfy and breezy and dries fast.

some fun facts:

it's very common to wear right out of the bath / shower because the dampness stays on your skin for a while after so this helps air it out

underwear is ✨ optional ✨ (although really mostly only at home. the fear of being pantsed in public is universal, after all)

it's often worn at home, but people wear it out as well and it is especially common in rural communities. if you've got a bunch of old uncles sitting outside on a veranda in a small town, they're all maybe sitting around in pha khao mas

(let me follow this up with: while it is common in rural regions, people in rural areas all over thailand do also just wear shirts and shorts and pants 😂 it is merely an option, not a rule)

what you see is the casual version. there are much more formal versions, and fashionable versions, and they are apparently having a resurgence with the thailand youth rn

the plaid-like patterning is a specific design that has centuries of history in thailand! different regions produce styles of designs with vibrantly different colors and dyes, and they're very proud of it

there's many ways to tie it: in these pictures, pete has it tied so that it hangs down well past his knees, but you can hoist them up to mostly be around your upper legs (leaving the knees showing). this gives you a TON more mobility to, say, run around or climb trees or beat up people

here is a reference of real people wearing pha khao mas. as you can see they are chilling

and the most important fun fact of all:

post-canon pete wears it ALL. THE. TIME.

we know pete wears these in the privacy of his home! they're his comfy post-shower post-workout jammies! every time we see him with one he has a different one! HE HAS LIKE SIX MORE OF THESE TUCKED AWAY.

he probably wore them a lot around his yaai. and now, at home, vegas sees him in them CONSTANTLY.

you may be looking at me, and then looking at these photos, and then looking again at me, and going, lu, noooooooo, this ruins the post-canon pete being unbearably cute and stylish and hot agenda!!! to which i say

it ENHANCES IT. it's about the DICHOTOMY

vegas watches as pete walks out of the bathroom wearing one of these and nothing else, and they're riding real low on his hips, and vegas chokes out a "what the hell are you wearing" and pete leans against the doorframe and wiggles his eyebrows and puts on his thickest northern accent and says "you wanna fuck me so bad city boy" and he's RIGHT OKAY VEGAS HATES THEM AND VEGAS DOES WANT TO FUCK HIM SO BAD ANYWAYS

macau gives pete sooo much shit for it but then he watches pete kick ass in one during training one day and pete looks like some rural film movie star in his tank top and pha khao ma and his fists of fury and macau goes, huh, actually, phi looks fucking cool, can i have one

when they visit yaai pete basically forgoes pants and just wears these all the time and blends in with all the old grandpas who pat pete on the back and ask him for his opinions on politics and vegas is so fucking confused and totally in love do you UNDERSTAND

anyway. all of this to say, if you were to write fics where pete wears a pha khao ma and/or draw him in one it would be HIGHLY CANONICALLY ACCURATE. and i would love you. thank u for coming to my ted talk.

(and thanks to @minorfamilysupremacy for being the first victim of said ted talk)

#i am simply spreading the agenda #this is very important to me. we talk extensively about ass-out pete but NEVER ABOUT PHA KHAO MA PETE #it is a Look. it is CRITICAL TO HIS CHARACTER #also allows for uh #easy access #👀#if you know what i mean #i hope this was informative LOL and if i got anything wrong or you have more to add please let me know!!!!#kinnporsche #pete saengtham #vegaspete

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28mindgames · 2 months

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Tank Tops: Cuyahoga Falls - Columbus - Chicago - Seattle - Los Angeles - Phoenix - Austin - Woodlands - Charlotte - Boston N1 - Philadelphia - New York - AFHF 2023 - Hamburg - Lodz - Vienna - Ljubljana - Budapest - Sofia - Bilbao - Turin - Bologna - Antwerp - Amsterdam - Berlin - Dublin - Sheffield - Manchester - London - Jakarta - Brisbane Graphic Tees: Gilford - Sterling Heights - Kansas City - Vancouver - Berkeley - Las Vegas - Irving - Atlanta - Raleigh - Boston N2 - Asbury Park - Lisbon - Barcelona - Prague - Glasgow - Birmingham Collared Tops: Uncasville - Laval - Cincinnati - Saint Louis - Milwaukee - Council Bluffs - Hollywood - Nashville - Oslo - Helsinki - Madrid - Paris - Cologne - Munich - Brighton - Cardiff Brand Logos: St. Augustine - Tampa - Copenhagen - Stockholm - Tallinn - Riga - Athens - Luxembourg - Zurich - Melbourne - Sydney Blokecore: Toronto - Minneapolis - Sioux Falls - Troutdale - Columbia - Kaunas Jackets: Chicago - Los Angeles - Woodlands - Antwerp - Manchester Other: Indianapolis - Krakow - Bucharest

source: @fashionlouist

#lt fashion #fitfwt #louis tomlinson #louisupdates #28mindgames

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cassius-the-kitten · 9 months

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Sleeping Headcanons - (DDADDS x Reader)

I know this is going to be a lot different than what I usually post, but I've always kinda wanted to do headcanons\imagines, so here you go.

Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader, & Robert Small x Reader.

Brian Harding

has a very easy time getting to bed, though has a harder time getting out of it.

he goes to sleep Early at like 8-9 PM, and wakes up sometime between 6 AM or 7 AM. Usually wakes up at 3-4 AM if he’s fishing in the morning.

he has multiple alarms set, because sometimes they don’t wake him up. hell, sometimes even YOU can’t wake him up. only Daisy knows the secret tip to waking him up on time

please note that the entire time you’re trying to wake him up for work, you are Trapped in his arms and he Will Not let you go until he’s awake.

Brian doesn’t move in his sleep. not an inch. he’s also always going to be the big spoon. you better hope you don’t have to get up for Any reason in the middle of the night, or else you are screwed

he has never had insomnia a day in his life, and he will do everything in his power to try and relieve yours. he will try his best to get any sleeping aids that you are remotely interested in, and will even do some solo research on his own when he has the time

depending on the position, he snores. loudly. enjoy your ear plugs. you will need them.

this man can and will fall asleep to anything and everything. including but not limited to: jackhammers, airplanes, Maxwell’s barking, and the sound of you watching stuff on your phone while he’s asleep

will sleep in any position, he really doesn’t mind as long as he can cuddle you.

beware, you will either need a fan by the bed, or one of those cooling beds, because he is WARM

he usually sleeps in a tank top and boxers, or on especially hot days, just boxers. if it’s cold, then he might put on a t-shirt. please never let him put on a sweater, you will die of heatstroke.

he has a tendency to underestimate how hot he gets with cuddling since he’s used to it at this point, so you’re gonna have to remind him that yes, he is that warm and no, he should NOT wear a sweater to bed even though it’s winter.

Hugo Vega

Hugo fucking LOVES bedtime.

the second his head touches the pillow, he is instantly transported to a realm of bliss. he likes basking in that until his body eventually drifts off to sleep

he has two alarms in the morning — the second one is just in case he doesn’t wake up. he also has a third alarm named Ernest.

Ernest refuses to take the bus and needs Hugo to keep driving him to school. also Ernest usually needs help getting ready because dear god that kid is a disaster sometimes

if you get up before Hugo and help Ernest get ready for school, he’s instantly gonna start thinking of marrying you. mainly because it’s Really hard to get Ernest out of bed, let alone up and ready for school. if you make it easy, then that means Ernest Really likes you

Hugo always reads before bed, and if you’re trying to fall asleep while he reads, he’ll gladly read to you until you fall asleep. it’s kind of second nature to him.

he used to read 2 stories to Ernest every night when Ernest was little, mostly because Ernest has always had some sleeping problems (and still does). obviously Ernest doesn’t let Hugo read to him anymore, but if you let Hugo read to you, then he’ll be really happy about it

Hugo used to do those meditation things before sleep, but mostly because his ex used to do them. if you do them, then he’ll gladly follow along

a relatively warm sleeper, so you will probably need a fan or one of those cooling beds, but he’s nowhere near as warm as Brian is

he’s also pretty quiet in his sleep. also has the tendency to turn and move a little in his sleep, though he remains on his side the whole time because he’s a side sleeper

you know that one video of the boyfriend holding his girlfriend, and the girlfriend holding their (big) dog, all in bed together, where the boyfriend turns over and the girlfriend and dog go with him because he’s still holding onto them? Hugo does that to you (and Duchess Cordelia). every night.

Mat Sella

Mat likes bedtime very much, and he’s usually fully asleep by 10 PM. he gets up bright and early at 7:00 AM, sometimes a little earlier if there’s an event going on at the Coffee Spoon so he has extra time to prepare.

relatively light sleeper, so just hope that you or Carmensita don’t have to get snacks in the middle of the night. because he Will know, and he will probably ask for a few before he tries going back to sleep

he’s also a Very quiet sleeper, and sometimes you’ll probably wonder if he’s actually asleep or not due to how quiet he is

he always has sleep sounds playing when he goes to bed, it lulls him right to sleep. his favorites are rain (but not thunderstorms) and whale noises. sometimes he just plays white noise

sometimes Mat also needs earplugs, but he’s scared of not waking up to his alarm. even though every time he has worn earplugs to bed, he still wakes up to his alarm without issue. His second alarm is named Carmensita

he has a weighted blanket that he’s had for a few years since Rosa passed and he Loves it dearly

he’s a bit cuddly and doesn’t tend to move too much in his sleep, so once you pick out a cuddling position to sleep in, he’s staying put until he wakes up. he usually sleeps on his side or his back

if you and him end up getting a cat, then prepare to have some attention stolen from you, because he IS cuddling with that cat. the only thing you can hope for is if the cat decides to cuddle you instead of him, or if the cat prefers sleeping at the foot of your bed

a surprisingly cool sleeper, so no worry of overheating (unless you are a very warm sleeper, in which he will probably call you his oven)

if you sleep in one of his shirts, he will Swoon. if you’re his size or bigger, chances are that he’ll ask nicely to wear one of your shirts to sleep so you can basically trade clothes

Robert Small

we all know this man has got some insomnia going on

it doesn’t help that he’s (kind of) a light sleeper, and has the tendency to wake up in the middle of the night.

he tends to snore, but not as much as you’d think.

in short, Robert doesn’t really like going to sleep. but he starts to like it once he knows that he can cuddle you.

like Brian, Robert WILL trap you in cuddles the second you get into bed. you cannot escape now. if anything, take it as a blessing because if you have to sleep anytime before 12 AM, Robert is in bed with you, and you will be the Only reason that he is in that bed.

instead of being in a cold, lonely bed with his thoughts and vices, Robert will have you in his arms. if he can’t fall asleep, then he’s just going to enjoy watching you sleep. and he enjoys it a lot.

speaking of cuddles, Robert is going to be the big spoon 90% of the time. that, or he’s going to pick a position where he can watch your face as you sleep.

also, Robert does the same thing that Hugo does, where if he turns in his sleep, you’re coming with him. he refuses to let go of you.

if you leave bed for 10 seconds, he’s awake. you try swapping yourself out with Betsy one time to not trigger him to wake up, but it doesn’t work.

sometimes he ends up waiting for you outside the bathroom like a bored dog. that or he follows you to the kitchen and bothers you until you come back to bed. he will not hesitate to pick you up and STEAL you

if You also have any amount of insomnia or just like to stay up late, you’ll be giving Robert plenty of company. you’re either going to the bar or you’re going cryptid hunting.

on the nights where you and him are out, he’s usually so tired by the end of them that he doesn’t even shower before bed. he just collapses into bed, usually with his jacket still on, and falls right to sleep

he’s a surprisingly cool sleeper. cool enough to where you might actually need a heater to deal with it

he’s a bit opposed to using sleeping aids even though he knows he should use them — but if you use them, chances are he might try them. unless it’s guided meditation.

he secretly really enjoys falling asleep to asmr and thunderstorms

one day you get him a weighted blanket and his sleep starts to improve. he enjoys the deep pressure and the comfort it provides, but he still always wants to cuddle

#ddadds #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #dream daddy #brian harding #hugo vega #mat sella #robert small #headcanons #x reader #ddadds imagines #ddadds headcanons #brian harding x reader #hugo vega x reader #mat sella x reader #robert small x reader #dream daddy imagines #dream daddy headcanons

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ncityprincess · 11 months

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after party

pairing: husband doyoung x wife oc

power couple kim doyoung and y/n unwind after work event. i was picturing this couple living somewhere like the hollywood hills or las vegas or something 😭 i think it’s a sign that i need to travel soon lol. anywho, enjoy this fic! ❤️‍🔥

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the sleek luxury car zoomed down the highway, taking you toward the outskirts of the big city. your head rested on your husband’s broad shoulder as you listened to him hum absentmindedly to the song on the radio.

the two of you had just left your company’s annual charity auction. you and doyoung were lucky enough to work for the same company, and in the same department.

you two had met in college. you were eager to dive into the world of marketing since the very first day of freshman year. you had walked into the lecture hall with a smile on your face and wanted to choose the perfect seat for you to absorb every bit of knowledge the professor had to offer.

the other shy freshmen had taken the closest seats in the back of the room, most likely trying to avoid the professor’s sharp gaze. meanwhile you, and apparently one other marketing student, had chosen to sit front and center. doyoung moved his stuff out of your way as you went to take your seat, and the rest was history. you two had graduated together, applied for the same company, moved up the ranks, and eventually got married.

the darkness of the night set a romantic mood in the air. you looked out the window and saw the miles of mansions and land that stretched the landscape. it reminded you how far the two of you had come over the years.

the driver stopped the car in front of you and doyoung’s home on the hills and let the two of you out. you loved living in a secluded section of the city away from all of the hustle and bustle. it was a little slice of paradise that you would forever be grateful for.

doyoung reached into his wallet and grabbed some bills to tip the driver. you both thanked him, wished him a good night, and headed for the house. the slight night time humidity made your body feel warm and cozy. you slipped your hand into doyoung’s, allowing him to guide you towards the house.

“you have a good time tonight, darling?” doyoung leaned down and whispered in your ear. you felt a shiver run up your spine at the closeness. “yeah, tonight’s auction was so much better than the last one. the energy was incredible.”

doyoung squeezed your hand lovingly, “you’re right. it was a great turnout this time around.”

“and the moët was lovely too of course.” you smiled mischievously. doyoung chuckled and fished for his key to open the door. he guided you inside by the small of your back and locked the door behind him. you sighed and placed your purse on the couch. tonight was fun, but you were happy to finally be back at home.

doyoung quietly came up to you and kneeled down to help you take your heels off. you rested your hand on his shoulder to keep yourself from falling over in your slightly tipsy state. “man those things were killing me!” you exclaimed. doyoung grabbed your heels and placed them in the coat closet as you walked into the kitchen.

you reached into the cabinet to grab two wine glasses and grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge. it was tradition for the two of you to unwind after a big event. you guys weren’t necessarily social butterflies, but your line of work required you to schmooze and mingle a lot.

you walked back into the living room and found doyoung manspreading on the couch with his suit jacket and button down discarded, leaving him in just his white tank top and dress pants. you couldn’t lie, he looked absolutely delicious like this. his black hair all disheveled in front of his face. his skin slightly flushed from the alcohol. you loved your hardworking man so much.

you set the glasses down on the coffee table and plopped down next to him. “the only thing i didn’t really like was the food. the chicken was super dry, and supposedly they brought in this five star chef to cater the event,” doyoung scoffed as he poured the two of you some wine. he handed you your glass and pulled your feet into his lap. you let out a relieved sigh as he massaged your sore feet with his free hand. “ok so it wasn’t just me? i kept trying to like, put some gravy on top of it to give it some moisture but it wasn’t working out.” you giggled. of course, the two of you were in sync.

“let’s make some real chicken for dinner tomorrow. deal?” doyoung smiled.

“deal!” you agreed before continuing. “oh! and did you notice how kara barely said two words to me? i think she’s still upset that the board rejected her proposal and went with mine instead.”

doyoung ran his hand up and down your shin soothingly. “oh well, she’ll get over it. your proposal was the best, which is why the board picked you.” he said matter-of-factly.

“okay, don’t gas my head up too much baby” you giggled. the two of you continued to sip on your wine and gossip about the night’s events. at one point, you had went into the kitchen to cut up some fruit to snack on.

“open” you said as you gently pressed a grape against doyoung’s lips. he flashed you a curious look and slowly parted his lips. you pushed the grape into his mouth and he ate it while keeping his eyes on yours. “mmm, these are delicious baby. my turn, come up here.” he patted his thigh, beckoning you to sit on his lap. you crawled on top of him got comfy.

doyoung took a grape from the bowl to feed you. “say ahh” doyoung said softly and placed the grape inside your opened mouth. you chewed it as seductively as you could and placed a gentle kiss on his lips after you swallowed it. “mmm, yummy.”

doyoung captured your lips in a heated kiss and moaned softly into your mouth. kissing doyoung was an out of body experience for you. he kissed like a starved man, yet he also kissed like he had all of the time in the world. like he wanted to savor you. make it last.

doyoung turned you around on his lap so that your back was pressed against his chest. you sighed and wrapped an arm around his head as he placed sensual kisses on your neck. doyoung growled lowly once he felt your hips grinding on top of his hardening member. doyoung slowly moved his lips up toward your ear.

“can you suck on these baby, for me?” doyoung whispered, grazing your earlobe softly. he held up his hand in front of your face and you quickly grabbed it with both hands, shoving his two middle fingers into your warm mouth. the intimacy of the situation made you continue moving your hips.

you noticed doyoung bunching up the long fabric of your evening gown up toward your hips so he could get to the spot he wanted to feel most. you eagerly lapped up doyoung’s fingers, much to his (and your) pleasure. doyoung’s hands were magical, you were sure of it! sometimes you’d find yourself staring at his hands while he’s doing the most mundane tasks just because they turn you on so much.

doyoung pulled his fingers out of your mouth, noting the way you whined softly at the loss. “oh don’t worry darling, we’re just getting started, aren’t we?” with that, doyoung shoved his hand into your lace panties and rubbed his fingers up and down your dripping slit. you bucked your hips against his hand, not expecting the sudden impact.

doyoung kept up his ministrations until he felt like you were ready to take his fingers. he slowly pushed his middle finger inside, followed by his ring finger. you let out a delicious whine, making him press a wet kiss against your neck. soon after, you felt his fingers speed up. you couldn’t help but bounce your hips up and down on his fingers, it felt so good.

“that’s a good girl, you gonna cum for me? huh? gonna cum all over my hand just like this?” doyoung teased. his breath and filthy words against your skin mixed with the harsh movements against your g spot sent you over the edge. you let out a beautiful melody of moans, throwing your head back against your husband’s shoulder.

doyoung finally pulled his fingers out of your body and grabbed your jaw roughly to plant a passionate kiss against your lips. you both moaned into the kiss, ready to feel each other even deeper. doyoung pulled your dress up over your head and laid you down onto the couch. you pulled your ruined panties off and watched as doyoung rid himself of his fancy clothes. his broad body loomed over yours, sending butterflies right where you needed him most.

“doieee, need you.” you whined, hoping it would get him to touch you quicker.

“darling, doie’s gonna take good care of you. you just lay back and let him take care of everything.” he purred out.

doyoung climbed back onto the large couch and laid down behind you so that you two were spooning. doyoung loved to fuck you forwards, backwards and sideways. but spooning was his go to position. he loved the intimacy and passion this position brought. he lifted your top leg softly, like you were made of glass. you shivered in anticipation and pressed yourself closer to his chest.

doyoung took his hard dick in his hand and ran it up and down your wet folds, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. once he finally bottomed out in you, he let out a prolonged groan, hands gravitating toward your soft tits. “god damn baby, you’re so tight like this.” doyoung praised.

he wasted no time building up a sharp and quick rhythm, each thrust making you let out high pitched moans. you and doyoung shared of moment of eye contact, relishing in the erotic situation you two were in. he stared deep into your eyes, loving how much you enjoyed being fucked like this, right on the living room couch.

“don’t you love having this big house all to ourselves, baby? we’ve really made a nice life for ourselves, huh? imagine if we had a few kids running around.” doyoung quipped.

your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, and you noticed your dripping core clench around his dick at his dirty words.

doyoung noticed it too.

“oh what’s this? think we should switch up the dynamic around here? maybe pop out a few kids, get you nice and pregnant so we can fill up this whole house?”

doyoung didn’t wait for you to answer as he rolled you over onto all fours. he kneeled behind you and took his length in his hand, slamming it back into your wet pussy. you both let out sounds of satisfaction, this new angle really penetrating you deeply.

“god you’re perfect, y/n” doyoung sighed and gripped your hips, making sure to pull you back down to meet his thrusts.

“mm, yeah?” you moaned out, turning your head back so you could admire his sweaty body putting in work.

“yeah baby. so perfect. so. perfect.” doyoung couldn’t hold on any longer. he reached his hand around your body to get to your aching clit, helping to finish you off. your breathing got shorter and choppier the closer you were to climaxing. you wrapped your hand around his hand that was working on your clit and came hard.

“babyyyy i’m cumming!”

doyoung let out a deep, guttural sound of pleasure and emptied himself into you. you whined as he continued thrusting into you, until you both finally had enough and he pulled out. you were completely spent, but you felt an intense feeling of love for one another. too tired to move, you allowed doyoung to lay you back down against his chest like you had before.

doyoung kissed the top of your head and caressed your hip. “i love you,” he whispered softly. “i love you too, doie” you replied gently. doyoung waited a beat before he brought the topic back up.

“….so about those kids…”

the end ❤️‍🔥

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misspoetree · 11 months

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Happy anniversary to the episode that presented us with:

Porsche and Pete physically fighting each other

Porchay telling Kim that he loves him and Kim having the most painfully awkward reaction to have ever been caught on video

Smiley Breakfast

this WASN'T THE FUCKING PLAN

the reveal of badass Kim and the Black Tank Top (of Death)*TM

Big sacrificing himself (my Big deserved better agenda will never end)

Vegas Tawan MARRIAGE PROPOSAL flashback

Tawan offing himself

A big fucking explosion

The orange jumpsuit*TM

What's in the box?!?! (It's Ken's head. Ken's head is in the box.)

Electrocuted balls and the beginning of VegasPete

Kinn literally forgetting Pete exists

And, of course:

A FART JOKE TO TOP IT ALL OFF

Episode 10, truly the most unhinged of them all.

#and these are just the things off the top of my head #good chance there's more insanity in this episode I forgot about 😂💀#kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche anniversary #kinnporsche ep. 10 #forever unhinged #tw: suidice

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dailytomlinson · 10 months

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Phoenix recap

Louis showed up wearing a Calvin Klein white tank top paired with Rick Owens x Champions joggers

Opening: The Greatest

Setlist had 21 songs, Louis skipped Bigger Than Me & Common People.

“I’m sure you can certainly hear my speaking voice, my voice is a little bit fucked today so I might need every single one of you to give me everything you've got tonight!”

“How's everyone doing? Are we having a good night? Amazing crowd in here tonight, I feel everyone's support, I love you all. Everyone singing at the top of their lungs, love you all for that.”

“My voice is slowly coming back to life. Great fucking weekend in Vegas though. Was is the weekend? I have no fucking idea.”

“Phoenix, truth be told, I was a little bit worried about coming to this show. I felt a little bit worse for wear until I got to the stage. This has been fucking unbelievable, I love you all. Right, four songs left, sing at the top of your lungs, this is Out Of My System!”

Lights for Saturdays

Closing: Silver Tongues

Absolute cutest at barricade

#030723 #louis tomlinson #fitfwt #fitfwt:na #fitfwt:phoenix #fitfwt:recap

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lasvegasts · 24 days

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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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i am begging for a three way smut fic with fem!reader with johnny and bam <3 make it about whatever you want! i just want somethin of those 2 together

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Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera x fem!reader Nsfw

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Front and Back.

There you stood in your blue and yellow striped socks. Little white stars littered across them. Fuzzy pj’s and just a tank top. You scratched your head staring at your door handle. Your friend had just landed you an insane opportunity. Inside your pocket, your fate was held on your tiny flip phone.

“Dude! Go fucking hook up with Margera. You guys are staying at the same hotel!” Reading the text you just shook your head. You had been staying in the hotel just traveling for fun. You were in the bum fuck of Vegas in a random hotel. What were the odds? And what were the odds one of the stars of Jackass would hook up with you?

You really didn’t want to pass off a potential opportunity. Your friend had an insanely weird way of finding famous people, and Bam was one of the many you strongly adored. You had already assumed it would be an easy snag from stories you’ve heard. You wouldn’t mind a solid one-night stand. Come out of it with a cool story at the end? You rolled your eyes at yourself. Don’t get your hopes up. You didn’t even slip shoes on. You didn’t count on anything.

You turned the door handle taking one big breath. Stepping your feet onto the cold cement. Looking past the black guard rail, you saw the distant city lights. You pulled your phone back out. Checking the exact room number. Four hundred seven. You were four hundred-four. Huh. How close.

Though walking to the room felt like a damn eternity. You found yourself standing in front of the grey door. The curtains to the room tightly shut. You knocked. Shouldn’t have, but you did. What were you supposed to say? “Oh yeah. My friend found your hotel room. We should fuck!” Anxiety overtook your body just standing there. Not even noticing who had just opened the door.

Holy shit. It wasn’t Bam Margera. But Johnny Knoxville. Standing with a can of Budweiser in his hand. He looked incredibly unentertained by your presence. Checking you up and down. “Can I help you?” He said peering down at you. You couldn’t form words it felt like. Puking on THE Johnny Knoxville’s feet would totally blow everything.

“Yeah, I- I like. I-” You tripped over your words, profusely sweating. Johnny just stood. Holding back a stifled laugh. You can see Bam peering his head from the bed, trying to get a decent look at your face. You took a breath and softly exhaled. “I saw you were around- Well. Bam was around. And decided I’d knock on a random door. Thought at least. Maybe I’ll score a random smoke if it isn’t them. Guess I just got lucky.” You said scratching your head again out of anxiety.

“Mmmhm.” Knoxville hummed. “Maybe you came to the right door doll. Bam could spare you a smoke?” He said poking his head back into the room to ask him. He nodded his head. Holy shit. Maybe this would actually work. Besides the fact that you showed up in your pj’s. Bam got off his still neatly made bed and walked up to the door frame. Smiling he looked back up to Johnny.

“Go ahead and let her in Johnny. She can score more than a cigarette in here if she wants. Are you a fan? He said grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the vanity dresser. “Uh.. Yeah. I’m a pretty big fan of you both.” You said watching him light the cigarette up. Glancing at the “No Smoking” sign neatly placed on the wooden table. He took a puff and handed it off to you. You took a drag and hung it in your fingers. The three of you just stood in the doorway. Almost in silence. “Well. Would you like to stay awhile? I mean. You’ve got two pretty… hungry men in here.” Johnny said shutting the door behind him.

“Hungry?” You questioned him. He smiled in response. You knew exactly what he meant, and you knew exactly what you had put yourself into. Immediately from nervous to unbelievably aroused. “PJ cut to the chase. Listen. We’re both really damn horny, and you’re one reaaal fine looking lady. If you’re down for anything, we’re too.” He said waiting to take his cigarette back.

You smiled wide handing his cigarette back. “Whatever you boys want to do with me.” You said, shifting the weight in your legs. You felt like a piece of veal thrown to a pack of wolves at that moment. “Fuck.. Whatever we want?” Johnny responded with unbridled excitement. Taking a quick sip of his beer.

Being fucked by two Jackass guys wasn’t exactly on your bucket list, but here you were. That’s how you wish.. It would’ve gone. Though. Not all. You hadn’t even knocked on the door yet. Just standing there a bit creepily. The door swinging open you jumped back. Bam Margera ran out of the room gagging.

He hacked up whatever was in his mouth over the railing, and you stared a bit confused. A hardy laugh coming from the room. Recognizable as ever. You perched your head slightly to look into the room. Johnny and a half-naked girl sat next to him on the bed. Smiling she was sliding her shirt back on.

He gave her a gentle pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed her shoes and gave you a nod as she left the room. Were they already busy? You just stood awkwardly against the railing. Waiting for some kind of acknowledgment. After Bam was done spitting, he shook his head, fixing his hair.

Shooting you a glance, then a full turn. “Hey.” He said brushing off his shirt. “Hey.. I’m like. A really big fan.” You said with a lump in your throat. He smiled wide, immediately turning his head to meet Johnny’s immediate stoked look. “Want to come in?” Bam said pointing his arms in the direction of the room. “Oh- Uh- Yeah. I’d love to.” You smiled.

You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Taking a seat in the large chair pulled away from the table. Bam came back into the room, glaring at Johnny. “That wasn’t fucking funny asshole.” He said turning towards you, taking a seat next to you. “You’re right. It was hilarious.” He said snickering.

You gave a confused look, having the guts to question what was so funny? “What happened?” You had said figuring it would be some normal disgusting antics they usually got themselves into. Before Bam could get a word in, Johnny piped into the conversation. “Bam and I had a challenge going on how many women we could sleep with. He got unlucky with that last one, and she spit his load right back into his mouth.” Johnny said with a goofy smile. Bam shot Johnny a look, like had just fumbled their plans with you.

You gave a nervous laugh. “That’s awful.” You said shifting in the chair. “So uh.. This challenge you guys got going on. Would I be- you know? Able to be a part of it?” You said a little nervous. The room was silent for a moment. Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t knowww. How about you come over here and show me that you want to be a part of it.” He said patting his leg.

Your heart dropped through your pants. If your friend was here with you right now she would be cheering you on. You got up with wobbly legs and a peaking smile. You stopped between Johnny’s spread legs and leaned down for a small kiss. Not wanting to intrude his space if he wasn’t interested in you. Though through the first kiss, Johnny Immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up from the bed. He towered over you, leaning down to fully ensnare you with his kiss.

You complied with his movements, sliding your tongue with his. Guiding your hands around his body. This could possibly be the most exciting moment of your life. His cold hands slipped under your tank top, rubbing his hands into your hips. He felt around your body. His mouth tasted of stale beer, but something you really didn’t even mind.

He broke free from the kiss, staring down at you. He smiled, going in for another small kiss. Bam whined from the corner. “That’s not fair Knox. You need to learn to share.” He whined standing from his chair. He whispered into your ear. “Do I reaaalllly have to share you? I’d love to keep you.” He snickered pulling away from your ear. You smiled wide. Johnny sat back down on the bed, though you stood still. Waiting for Bam to make his way towards you.

Your face was unbelievably red. You could believe this was happening. You took the initiative as Bam strolled over. Pulling your tank top off. Both him and Johnny flicking their eyes to your uncovered breasts. Swollen nipples waiting patiently for someone to grab onto them. Once he broke the distance between you two, he laid you flat on the bed. Getting between your legs and immediately grasping onto your breasts.

His cold hands pressing and kneading into you. You watched his face with intent, Johnny next to you grasping at his pants. Letting go of your right breast he leaned down and sucked your tender nipple. Rolling his tongue around it, continuing to play with your left breast.

You pressed your head into the sheets, staring at the ceiling in bliss. As he switched breasts you reached down to push your hand into your pants. Begging for some kind of pleasure. He grabbed your wrist holding it to your side as he popped off your swollen nipple.

“I’ll let you pick beautiful. Do you want my cock in your sweet mouth or your tight pussy? You sat up, supporting yourself with your elbows. “Mmmmm..” You pretended to think. “I’ll take it in my pussy Bam.” You said rubbing your legs together.

“Good answer.” He said with a telling smile. “Knoxville you get her mouth. Be appreciative” He said ushering you fully onto the bed. “She probably likes me better than you anyways Bam, don’t get too cocky.” He said sliding himself off the bed.

He wasn’t really wrong, but you liked them both. You moved your way onto the bed, still wearing your fuzzy pajama pants. You shuffled them off with your feet, leaving your silly colored socks on. Now you were almost entirely naked. You never wore underwear to bed, so now you were lain out in the bed. Feeling like a centerpiece at a beautiful dinner table.

You inched on your hands and knee’s to the front of the bed. Where Johnny stood stripping his clothes. Unbuckling his belt as quickly as possible. Shoving his pants down to his ankles. Throwing his shirt onto the floor. Taking his length into his hand and giving it a few strokes. Eyeing his hairy stomach leading to his shaft.

Behind you listened a little nervous. Hearing bam undress behind you. Grabbing the lube off the end table he climbed into bed ready. You adjusted yourself a little more spread. Making sure you could reach both men.

You inched slightly closer, Johnny caressing your chin as you moved his way. Once you were lined up Johnny’s tip you gave it a swift lick. Tasting whatever dribble of precum had leaked out. From behind Bam grabbed onto your hip, his opposite hand to line up with your hole. Pausing to smack his cock against you. Squeezing some lube onto himself and lathering some into you.

With no warning, he pressed deep into you, an extreme burn as he entered. He continued to push inside until he was fully inside. Pressing his face against your back. He rocked himself in and out at a surprisingly gentle pace. Though Johnny wasn’t as forgiving. His hand bunched into your hair, dragging your mouth slowly on and off his dick. Moving you at his own pace.

You were under the control of two men at once and it was incredibly overwhelming. The pleasure burning through your body could almost make you shake. You rocked your hips with bams while trying to control how much you took from Johnny. Bam picking up pace was slamming into you now. Gripping at your hips.

Johnny was enjoying you more than you expected, smiling and mimicking your face as Bam slammed deep into you. “You like that you little fucking slut? Two dicks at once?” Johnny said as he picked up his pace on you. Pumping himself in and out of your mouth. Bam began to whine and whimper as he rocked into you. Hitting a spot that entirely untangled your core.

You began to scream on Johnny’s cock, and he took this as an advantage to full-slam your mouth. “Oh fuuuck. You’re going to swallow so much of my cum.” Johnny giggled. Being skull fucked from the front, and railed from the back. You couldn’t handle it much longer. Johnny’s cum shooting down the back of your throat his cock buried inside of your mouth. Tightening the already extreme grip he had on your hair. Bam squeezed his ounces of cum into you, making sure every last bit was as deep as he could get it. Pulling out of you and resting himself on your back. Johnny removed himself from your mouth rubbing your scalp. You were exhausted. Nearing collapsing with Bam’s weight still on top of you.

Bam let off of you, and you finally just laid flat on your stomach. Still trying to clear your throat of his load. Johnny pulled his pants back up, and Bam went to the bathroom. You huffed looking up. “I think that’s the best nut I’ve had in a very very long while. But hey? I never caught your name?”

You shrugged. “I think I’ll keep it that way.” You said with a shy smile. Wait until your friend hears about this. It’s going to be a wild story.

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