#I am the prettiest princess you bitch

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Characters as things I've said/heard people say

Angel: Why did you open the door for me?

Vaggie: I needed to get something I'm not treating you like a pretty princess

Angel: But I am a pretty princess

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode nine :: LIFE’S GOOD

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n (barely), multiple x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔something is brewing at the Y/l/n Records HQ

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ SO much happens, worlds colliding on twitter, excessive cussing.

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y/n fried my hair last night lol 🌟 blame goes fully to ﹫lilymhe and ﹫alexalbon

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☆ IMESSAGE with : BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

honey badger: Y/NNNNNN

chal eclair: BAE AMSWER ME

babygirl alex: wait what’s going on

alabono: WE NEED DETAILSSSS

angel carmen: huh

wifey lily: why are the boys yelling

yukino: WE NEVER FOUND OUT WHAT HAPPENED AT THE DINNER WITH JENSON, LEWIS AND MARK

my baby lando: MOTHER WHERE ARE YOU

princess george: OMFG BITCH PICK UP

girlfriend kika: we got the tea baes relax 😌

PIERRE GASLYYYY: WOWWWWWWW OKAY

honey badger: WHY ARE WE THE LAST TO FIND THINGS OUT

angel carmen: bc we’re her girlfriends 🤨

babygirl alex: exactly 🥰

chili!: y/n 😀

chili!: bae 😄

chili!: your time will come.

chal eclair: kika, you shall come forth.

chal eclair: speak the truth you hide.

babygirl alex: taking that lord perceval real serious huh

my baby lando: LMFAO

princess george: LMAOOOO

alabono: stfu y’all i’m tryna understand

girlfriend kika: funny enough nothing REALLY happened

angel carmen: yeah they just hung out and talked

wifey lily: oh and jenson was flirty w y/n

my baby lando: yeah we saw the photos

babygirl alex: they went out as a way to cheer lewis up bc his team didn’t show up for him

angel carmen: i dont know what’s going on between y/n and lewis but she said lewis got kinda jealous when mark and jenson were casually flirting w her

my baby lando: oh????

PIERRE GASLYYYY: jealous you say

honey badger: HMMMMM

chili!: right ????

chal eclair: it’s actually soOOoo

alabono: it isssss

princess george: speaking of lewis

princess george: apparently him and y/n are like hanging out

yukino: wait what???

my baby lando: wdym

princess george: wait did you not see y/n’s story??? they’re on his yacht in monaco

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☆ IMESSAGE with : BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

chili!: WOAHHHH I JUST SAW IT

yukino: WHATS GOING ONNNNNN

babygirl alex: she’s so fucking hot, first of all

angel carmen: no bc i just stared at her 😍

wifey lily: I KNOWWWW

girlfriend kika: she’s so 😩😩😩

babygirl alex: BUT LEWIS???

chal eclair: SHE TAGGED HIM???

babygirl alex: PUBLICLY???

alabono: NOW WHATS GOING ON

my baby lando: KIKA EXPLAIN

girlfriend kika: IM JUST AS SHOOK AS YALL

angel carmen: I NEED TO KNOW

princess george: i was hoping the girls knew something abt that 😭😭😭

honey badger: Y/N GET IN HERE

honey badger: Y/N OMFG

chili!: BRO I KNOW YOURE SEEING THIS ANSWER US

wifey lily: DID HE ASK YOU OUT

my baby lando: IS IT A DATE???

girlfriend kika: IS ROSCOE THERE??

PIERRE GASLYYYY: ARE YALL ONE ON ONE??

alabono: Y/N TEXT US BACK OMFG

wifey lily: SHE’S NOT ANSWERING MY FT CALLS

girlfriend kika: SHE’S NOT ANSWERING ME EITHER

princess george: Y/N I NEED ANSWERS

my baby lando: Y/N PLS

y/n: give her a minute

chili!: HUH

yukino: YO WHAT THE FUCK

chal eclair: give HER a minute???

my baby lando: oh so we’re being cryptic now???

y/n: No.

my baby lando: don’t text me in that tone 😭

PIERRE GASLYYYY: ¿¿¿¿

honey badger: what the hell is going on

y/n: she’s busy

angel carmen: NOW HOLD AWN

angel carmen: HOLDDDD ONNNN

angel carmen: LEWIS????????

y/n: yeah

y/n: dw y/n’s okay she’s with me

my baby lando: what do u want from my mum 🤨

chili!: what he said 🤨

chal eclair: yeah what he said 🤨

y/n: lol relax

y/n: we’re just hanging out

wifey lily: sir, give me my gf back.

y/n: your girlfriend??

babygirl alex: our*

angel carmen: our*

girlfriend kika: our*

y/n:…

y/n: we’ll see

alabono: FYM????

honey badger: HELLO???

princess george: SIR???

girlfriend kika: guys they’re all over twitter omg

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[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part v

✧.* you come to realise that your relationship with lando might just be the most serious and mature relationship you've ever had and while that confuses you more and more each day, your taking it all because some people just love to watch the world burn.

✧.* introducing some people, making babes suffer a little less, hating Alpine, you know the drill, its a chill one really 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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norrizz waaaaaait y/n's finally gone insta official with lando?!

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norry4 Arianna what are you doing here?

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cecilemoulin spending the 28th with the funniest, prettiest and dumbest ones. ❤️

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girlsofthegird happy birthday Cecile! 😍

carlandooo lmfao milou watching the stories and seeing this post: 🧍‍♀️

george63russell I mean she's been a lil' bitch lately so are we really surprised? 👀

miloubabess she's with her family on a holiday, guess she couldn't make it 🙄

fewtrelllando I don't known about y'all but this smells like a double date!

norrizz HOWLING THE CAKE 😭

y/nlandooo peak y/n behaviour 😭

chilisainz loving this new friend dynamic, always thought Cecile and y/n would be a better match than y/n and milou..

maxfewtrell well..great picture..

cecilemoulin max, don't worry, you are the prettiest!

y/nusername the prettiest princess of them all 🎀

landonorizzzz goddammit, those muppets really do be in love huh

thomasgoms happy birthday Cecile!

y/nluv boy get out of here..🤨

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Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803

Feel the magic taglist: @celesteblack08 @mrsmaybank13 @cha-hot @judesgfirl @roseseraj @kissesandmartinis @jpg3 @amulhermaisfelizdomundo @marialovesf1 @silkenthusiasts @luvrrish @laneyspaulding19 @emily-b @formula1bby @judespoisons @buckybarnessweetheart @strawberrychita @iifloweringnightsii @buendiabebeta @jjsprobablywrong @babyvinnie

Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10

[versethetic]

NOT PERFECT. JUST LOYAL.

i like to keep things real here so i tend to share my slight struggles with loa so that others who’ve gone through the same thing don’t beat themselves up over it.

but i’ve actually only fully understood what it means to live in imagination for a little while now;, and then put it to good use just a couple weeks ago.

despite knowing about the law for over a year…💀

OVER. A. YEAR…💀💀💀

even then, i got so caught up in making the images in my head perfect, or making sure i’m “saying the right affirmations" which obviously didn't help my case

i love reading loa posts because they make me feel nice and inspired and just remind me of my power but i somehow equated that as me overconsuming info and then i would spiral within my own head.

i would barely think of my desires as mine and when i did for only a day or two, i’d then turn around and believe that i wasn’t doing enough, that i need to affirm more or visualize for an hour and walk through every step of my day in my new perfect life or else it wouldn't manifest.

loyal according to merriam webster is "unswerving in allegiance"

all the way up until a couple weeks ago, i was not loyal to the idea that my imagination is all i need. i was not loyal to the idea that the 3d means absolutely nothing in terms of “getting” what you want, because there was nothing for me to get. now, i have become loyal to already having my perfect life.

i am that bitch. i am the prettiest princess. i am the smartest in school. i am the most famous. but i didn't need to have the perfect mindset with loa to realize it.

do you see where i’m going with this?

IMAGINATION IS ALL YOU NEED

granted, i had my days after this realization where i still struggled with techniques or accepting my new life as mine, but now i know that if i don’t identify with these things, it has not a single setback on my manifestations.

no matter what i was feeling, i told myself “i have it, my life is perfect, i am calm, i have it in imagination, the old senses are dead to me, i know what’s in my mind is the real truth”

when loa blogs say that you know you have it, it’s not some cheap trick they spew out because everyone else is saying it. if you imagine what you want, it’s officially set in stone. what you think comes to life.

the 3d is the afterimage, the product of a movie you directed, wrote, produced and starred in. you just need to stick with this fact through thick and thin, sleet or snow.

YOU are what the 3d answers to.

YOU are what the mirror reflects.

YOU decide how simple things are for you.

if you woke up and the old senses in front of your human eyes still show something you don’t like, are you gonna take that as a fact?

when you know and are loyal to the fact that your godly brain is showing you that devoted sp you have? that grand big mansion you live in? that whole new life you’re dwelling in?

NO. you’re not. think of you and you're 4d as BFFs who'll never separate, who tell each other everything and have those bff necklaces and go everywhere and do everything with each other. or imagine you're a ceo and your 4d is a loyal secretary who never asks questions and simply obeys whatever you tell it to do, because it trusts YOU. it works for YOU. however you wanna see it, you and your 4d are locked in 🔐🤞, okay? it is not separate from you, it does not seek guidance or information from anywhere other than YOU.

IT IS YOU.

and it took me a long time to see that.

it might be hard at first and the acceptance might not always be there. but i am making a conscious effort to at LEAST continuously tell myself that my imagination is all that matters. to at LEAST believe that what i want is already mine, and that’s the LEAST you can do as well.

your journey does not have to be perfect. your mindset does not have to be perfect. your feelings do not have to be perfect. mine definitely weren't. you just need to be loyal to your imagination.

[celeste444spacey]

Fame Manifestation Princess of Pop vaunt ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

The newest pop girl, multiple grammy awards winner- me. Yes, i brought pop back. True pop music is back again, thanks to me. I am quintessential to 2020s pop. Tell me why i am the luckiest girl ever??? I am the biggest artist in the world right now, i am quite literally the definition of famous. Oh and did i tell you how i am THE it girl? People CANNOT get enough of me. I am the prettiest ever, like literally the most ethereal pretty angelic hot individual to walk on this earth.

I am so so loved, like i have zero haters. Everyone is my fan, even if they say they are not my fan, they are my fan. Everybody loves me. I am the most respected and admired celebrity. I am the top 1 most loved famous people. My music is so so so good that i got even hip hop bros jamming to my songs. I am literally the most loved artist ever. The more fame i gain the more love i gain.

I have the best record label ever. I am signed to <record label you like>. They are so so supportive, they always work in my favor. Sorry but i am my record label's favorite artist and it shows. I am so so preferred in the industry.

I am a fashion icon. I am a brand ambassador of <designer brand>, i am a trend setter. My hair is on point, my fashion sense is just- mwah!- my make up is perfect.

I exude confidence, i am a badass bitch effortlessly, i am perfect. I ooze iconic energy. Even the memes people make of me are just iconic where people just go "god! i love her!".

I am THE performer. Like my stage presence is insane, my performances are so iconic and they live in everybody's minds rent free. Girl even Beyonce herself said that my stage presence is unmatched and it's so powerful.

I am so immune to trolls and haters. I have even trolls reform their ways of living and turn into my biggest fans. Come on! What's not to love about me?

Oh and all my albums and songs are POP BIBLE PERIODT. My songwriting is perfect like i write with a quill of fire, my vocal runs are insane, my songs are just perfect, the productions??? Just mwah! My debut album ended every other debut album ever. My album releases are a worldwide PHENOMENON.

I keep sweeping all these award shows like a goddamn tsunami. My shelf doesn't fit all these awards anymore damn. Every award show red carpet i gotta hold and pose with like 10-15 awards and it's so much work! 😩 But oh well 🤭. And i keep making money like a goddamn money tree.

Oh also! So many other celebs admit on having a crush on me (around your age ofc bb). <Your celebrity crushes> said they liked me. Remember the time i met <celebrity crushes>??? They were like so smitten.

I am so so fucking iconic.

I am THE princess of pop.

[borathae]

my mouse glitched and posted so

“W-what makes you think that I want to partake in such craze? GURL HE CAN SMELL U

“Please join us, I miss you so much”, Jungkook HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SDAY NO TO OUR POOKIE

it wasn’t the prettiest matching set, but at least it was matching. girlie got that yn luck, i wear cat paw underwear so 😭

Your poor human knees would not survive this, that much is sure. mood, gasolina and g6 ruined my knees since 10

He is fully clothed, while you are barely covered. and im melting like 1hr butter video

“Mhhm, I did too”, Yoongi rasps DID THAT MF READ OUR MIND RAAAAH

he has already ripped them off your body, “fucking shit.” BITCH AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR NO PANTIES AND ROUGH PANTS WHILE GOING HOME??? UGH

this is all too hot this is illegal nuh uh this is smut overdoes goddamnit kook all tied up and whining WHINING FUCK and yoongi is just casually devouring us like lunch

“Behave Jeon Jungkook before I stuff your mouth” im threatened across screen and my ovaries just exploded

“Jesus fucking christ” WHERE? (sorry i had to)

“It’s ironic isn’t it? Saying something like this in an once holy place when an unholy monster such as myself eats your sweet, little pussy” filosafical, namjoon im the man too

FUCK THE LONG TONGUE SHUT UP AND ORGASM DENIAL *soul leaves body

Share your desires with us PROFESSOR YOONGI EVERYONE 😭

“Are you close princess? Mhm, do you want to cum with my fingers buried inside of you while Jungkook is watching? im bald as we are speaking

FUCK HE IS REALLY RUINING HER AND THE BEGGING GOSH MY FLABBERS ARE GASTED

she is so warm, I’m going crazy.” same here my mind is fried from how hot this is

“W-what do you m-mean?” Jungkook stutters shyly, “do you not like it?”FUCK I WANNA BE MEAN AND TEASE HIS ASS A LITTLE MORE AAAH

“That was perfect, princess. I knew you had a sadistic side to you” *nods proudly

As Taehyung’s name fell off of Yoongi’s tongue all you could think about was how he would look like under you, tied up and cock leaking.  DONT BEND THAT FIRST NO SERGENT NO WE WONT FALL THAT FAST

oc getting railed:

Min Yoongi is actually playing the organ while you and Jungkook are out to ruin each other. wow how romantic

You fucking bitch, you goddamn fucking bitch. Fuck, I love being with you”, WHY IS THIS SO HOT WTF

Because you are pretty sure it should be humanly impossible to convulse to the point of peeing yourself. It runs down all over Jungkook’s thighs and stomach, hot and golden. HOLY FUCK GOODBYE MY SANITY IS GONE YEEET BITCH

I almost killed her, I-I wanted to”, Jungkook chokes out, soaking Yoongi’s shirt with his tears. oh no baby

You may see yourself as a monster, but I don’t” 😭😭 i cant

“I see you as Jeon Jungkook, the handsome, sweet guy who is terribly shy, but who also just fucked my brains out with his massive cock like there is no tomorrow. So, hot damn they are so cute bye im going to cry

“Y-you think I’m handsome?”  he only heard that, priorites fr 😔✊🏻

i have never been into church, only seen it on tv and the description of the things was simple and easy to imagine

also im so excited to see the character arcs and relationships of yoongi, oc, kook

my mouse glitched and posted so

honestly iconic hahahahah

“W-what makes you think that I want to partake in such craze? GURL HE CAN SMELL U

jfajsdf she ain't slick (secretive) cause she is slick (wet)

“Please join us, I miss you so much”, Jungkook HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SDAY NO TO OUR POOKIE

NO BUT ANYTHING YOU WANT MY BIG BROWN EYED CUTIE

it wasn’t the prettiest matching set, but at least it was matching. girlie got that yn luck, i wear cat paw underwear so 😭

me fr except that I don't wear bras so I'd be already tits out in this situation which sounds like a nightmare to me cause 🤓I have issues with my naked body🤓

“Mhhm, I did too”, Yoongi rasps DID THAT MF READ OUR MIND RAAAAH

INDEED HE DID BFADBFBA BARK BARK

he has already ripped them off your body, “fucking shit.” BITCH AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR NO PANTIES AND ROUGH PANTS WHILE GOING HOME??? UGH

LMAOAO 0/10 would not recommend

this is all too hot this is illegal nuh uh this is smut overdoes goddamnit kook all tied up and whining WHINING FUCK and yoongi is just casually devouring us like lunch

jafjdsfjsa honestly I love this reaction 👀

“Behave Jeon Jungkook before I stuff your mouth” im threatened across screen and my ovaries just exploded

I WANT HIM

FUCK THE LONG TONGUE SHUT UP AND ORGASM DENIAL *soul leaves body

WOOF WOOF

“W-what do you m-mean?” Jungkook stutters shyly, “do you not like it?”FUCK I WANNA BE MEAN AND TEASE HIS ASS A LITTLE MORE AAAH

NO PLEASE HE IS JUST A CUTIE :(

You fucking bitch, you goddamn fucking bitch. Fuck, I love being with you”, WHY IS THIS SO HOT WTF

NO BUT IT IS SO HOT FUCKKCKCKCKCKKCK I NEED THIS KINDA SEX PLEASE FCKADKF

You may see yourself as a monster, but I don’t” 😭😭 i cant

they're in love :((

“I see you as Jeon Jungkook, the handsome, sweet guy who is terribly shy, but who also just fucked my brains out with his massive cock like there is no tomorrow. So, hot damn they are so cute bye im going to cry

like it's all about THEM

“Y-you think I’m handsome?”  he only heard that, priorites fr 😔✊🏻

YES THIS :( GOSH HE IS SO SWEET :(

i have never been into church, only seen it on tv and the description of the things was simple and easy to imagine

okay I LOVE THIS <3 I'm happy you could imagine it so well heheh <3

also im so excited to see the character arcs and relationships of yoongi, oc, kook

YES ME TOO!!! GAAAH!!!

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Marlene thought Dorcas was a pretentious bitch. Just like the rest of her friends. They were brainless girls who only talked about makeup and boys.

Marlene hated what Dorcas represented. Such a superficial princess. None of them cared about important issues. They thought they were better than everyone else just for having money. Marlene's family was considerably rich too. But she didn't walk around bragging about it. Marlene's friends were different. They cared about deep stuff.

But what Marlene hated the most was that Dorcas was so pretty, it was annoying.

Marlene wasn't a beautiful girl. She was funny looking and sometimes she hated what she saw in the mirror. She was skinny and flat.

So it was annoyingly funny how Dorcas was effortlessly pretty.

Most people at school agreed it was Alice the prettiest girl. But Dorcas had her appealing too. And God! Marlene hated to think that way.

She had to stop herself from looking at her now and then. Sure, she had beauty but she surely had nothing in her brain.

For Dorcas, Marlene McKinnon was an interesting person. Marlene was loud and funny. She was chaotic and said what she wanted when she wanted. She was strong. She was nothing of what Dorcas was. Sometimes Dorcas wished she had the confidence Marlene had. She wished she could tell everyone to fuck off and be more herself. She wished she could tell her mother what she thought, what she wanted.

Sometimes Dorcas admired Marlene from afar. Especially when she jumped to defend one of her friends, or claim something that wasn't fair. Dorcas sometimes found herself biting her lip to not smile at Marlene's funny comments.

But no. Maybe Dorcas' friends were right. Marlene McKinnon sometimes thought she could change the world. But someone had to put her in her place. Someone needed to shut her up. Sometimes Marlene McKinnon was annoying. Dorcas was jealous and angry because Marlene was everything she wanted to be.

Comically, they had to compete in the atheism test that morning. The two groups of girls had chosen Marlene and Dorcas to represent them. Marlene had trained rugby practically her whole life. And Dorcas trained ballet ever since she could remember. They both were in good shape.

Before Madam Hooch blew the whistle, there was a fatal war being prepared. The two groups were killing each other with their eyes.

"This would be easy. You are totally gonna win!" Mary whispered in Marlene's ear.

"Are you sure?"

Dorcas was stretching already. Marlene couldn't look away.

"She is a dancer... What does she do? Flip and turn? You play rugby. Bet you run faster"

"Of course this is not an actual competition. Just a P. E class" Lily smiled.

Mary rolled her eyes.

"Fucking destroy her, Marly"

"I believe in you, Cas" Alecto was telling Dorcas in the meanwhile "You totally have this"

"Of course I have this"

"Marlene plays Rugby" Alice intervened "She is good at running"

"Al! What side are you on?"

"I am faster than her" Dorcas said side glancing at Marlene. She was sure of it. She wanted to be faster.

"Show those ordinary bitches who rules this school" Alecto snorted at her own comment and crossed her arms confidently.

"We believe in you, girl" Joss added, popping her bubblegum.

Dorcas smiled. Marlene was sweating everywhere.

"Places, girls!"

Dorcas and Marlene walked to the start line. They shook their bodies and streched for the last time. Their respective friends cheered for them.

Both girls wanted to look at each other. But none of them dared. Anyway, both Dorcas and Marlene had thrist of a sweet victory and see the other's face when they lose.

"Ready?" Madam Hooch announced.

Dorcas and Marlene adopted the start position, with their eyes determined on the front.

As soon as Madam Hooch blew her whistle, both girls began running as fast as they could. So fast that the girls' cheerings stayed way behind.

They were both very good. They were running at the same speed. Very close to each other.

Marlene was the one to look first. Just for a second. Dorcas' concentration face made her smile. She was red already. But not in a bad way. She was still pretty. Her hair perfectly combed in a ponytail. Marlene probably looked terrible.

"Nice speed, Meadowes..." Marlene commented "For a ballet dancer"

That comment made Dorcas lose focus. She was suddenly very angry. No one got it. Ballet was a very hard sport. It required more discipline than any other. Even rugby.

Dorcas' desconcentration gave Marlene advantage and she left Dorcas a bit behind, very pleased with herself.

Dorcas got even more furious. She wanted to pull that girl's hair. And push her to the ground.

That determination made Dorcas run faster. Marlene was smiling relaxed when Dorcas reached her. Dorcas pushed her a bit too hard before running past her.

"Hey!" Marlene protested.

Now it was Dorcas' turn feel a momentary triumph. She smiled to herself. But Marlene was just behind her. She pushed Dorcas as well. As sweet revenge.

But it wasn't a small push. Dorcas actually dropped to the floor with a shriek. Marlene stopped smiling. And she stopped running. She hadn't pushed her that hard, had she?

"You pushed me!" Dorcas yelled indignated.

She was grabbing her arm now. It was bleeding. Dorcas' face was full of dirt. And her hair wasn't so perfect anymore.

Marlene felt guilty.

"You freaking pushed me!" Dorcas shouted louder. Just in time for Madam Hooch to hear her.

"What is going on?"

Madam Hooch looked between the two girls. Dorcas was furious. Like she wanted to kill Marlene. The latter just shook her head. Perhaps in shock of what had happened.

"Come on, Miss Meadowes" Hooch said, understanding what had happened and helping Dorcas get to her feet "I'll take you to see Pomfrey"

Dorcas groaned as she stood up, helped by Hooch.

"You'll have to visit Dumbledore's office" Hooch said looking at Marlene.

"She pushed me first!" Marlene protested "She is a cheater!"

Dorcas glanced at her furiously.

"I wasn't the one to push you to the ground, you beast!"

Marlene got furious. She hated when people called her an animal or a beast. Sometimes she didn't feel delicate enough.

"I'll show you how much of a beast I am!" Marlene snapped coming closer, willing to hit this girl or something. But Madam Hooch out herself between them.

"I meant both of you, Ladies" she tutted "You didn't have to be this competitive"

Oh but they had to. This was more than an athletic exercise. It was about dignity. It had been years and years of hating each other. Of their groups being rivals.

They both stared at each other with hate.

Brainless vs Interesting. Marlene thought.

Brutal vs decent. Dorcas thought.

************''

After a heated argument at Dumbledore's office, Marlene defending she only pushed Dorcas because she pushed her first. And Dorcas calling Marlene wild and reckless.

"I thought P. E. was supposed to be safe. But she almost killed me!"

"Oh please pretty princess" Marlene rolled her eyes "You just broke your nail or something"

"My arm literally bled!"

Marlene gasped "I didn't know plastic dolls could bleed"

Dumbledore wasn't angry. He mainly laughed at Marlene and Dorcas' bickering.

"I think these two need some time alone..." he said "To get to know each other better and make all the misunderstandings go away" he winked "Don't you agree, Rolanda?"

Madam Hooch blinked.

"Oh yeah, certainly"

Dumbledore smiled.

"You can decide the punishment"

At the end, Marlene and Dorcas had to arrange the sports cellar which was actually a mess to begin with. Balls, sports equipment, and some old smelly uniforms were everywhere. But the worst part was spending two hours with each other. Yeah, Madam Hooch gave them TWO HOURS!

"Please don't kill each other in the process" Madam Hooch said. Both girls had their arms crossed staring to the other side.

"Or break anything..." Hooch added "I'll be back in an hour to check up on you"

Madam Hooch left not before looking between two girls. She was afraid they would get into more trouble.

Nor Marlene or Dorcas spoke after Hooch closed the door. They were both furious. Then after a long silence, Dorcas spoke first.

"Let's just get this over with" she sighed as she grabbed her hair in a ponytail "The faster we do it, the faster we can go"

Marlene smiled.

"I am not planning on moving a finger!" Marlene snapped "I didn't do anything wrong"

"You literally pushed me to the floor!"

It was cute how Dorcas put her hands on her hips when she was angry. She looked like a pissed mother about to scold her child.

"Only because you pushed me first!" Marlene snapped "And come on! I didn't push you that hard... Are you that delicate, princess?"

Dorcas didn't want to admit that perhaps she had exaggerated all of it. She had been furious and scared that McKinnon might win. And her mother had taught her to be competitive. Her arm bled but she could've kept on running. She had hurt herself a lot of times during ballet.

"Look!" Dorcas took a deep breath "I didn't come here to discuss with you. I am here to serve detention. If you don't want to work, fine. But so you know, I will tell Madam Hooch about it"

It was that air of superiority that drove Marlene insane. She hated Dorcas for that. She hated all of her friends for that.

"Fine!" Marlene exclaimed and sat down on a box.

"FINE!" Dorcas snapped back and turned to work. Not before adding. "You bitch" under her breath.

At first Dorcas started moving some balls reluctantly. Marlene began singing a song and looking at her nails in a relaxing way. She could be a bitch if she wanted to.

Dorcas rolled her eyes every two seconds. Marlene had nothing against her. She was actually sorry that someone so pretty would hate her. Wait what?

It wasn't until Marlene saw Dorcas trying to move a heavy equipment and failing that she decided to help. Dorcas' arm was hurt anyway.

"Let me..." she said as she approached "I have stronger arms"

Marlene started moving the equipment.

"I have strong arms as well" Dorcas snapped "But one of them bled because you pushed me!"

"Only because you pushed me first!"

"You know what, McKinnon?" Dorcas said "Everyone was right about you. You are a crazy phsyco bitch that would do anything to have whatever she wants"

"At least I do something! You don't even use your brain" Marlene smiled poking Dorcas' head "Hello? Is there a tiny braincell alive?"

Dorcas pushed her hand away. And Marlene giggled. Dorcas didn't, she was determined to stay angry. Marlene found this hilarious.

They were interrupted by Dorcas' phone ringing. She took it out from her pocket and cursed before picking up.

"Hello?"

Marlene could hear screaming from the other side of the line. Dorcas closed her eyes in frustration.

"It was not a big deal, mum!" she tried to say over the yelling.

"I'm fine! I didn't hurt myself!" Dorcas added as Marlene pretended to clean a shelf but she was paying attention to the conversation.

"I am perfectly fine for practice!" Dorcas continued "No! I told you it is not neccesary for you to come here. I am fine.... No... I don't know the name of the girl..." Dorcas eyed at Marlene "It is okay. It wasn't a big deal.... No one needs to be expelled..."

Woow... Expelled?

"Okay mum.... I know... I know...." Dorcas rolled her eyes "I have to go... I will call you later"

Dorcas hung up indignated.

"I see where you get that exaggerated personality from, princess"

Dorcas sighed.

"Just thank I didn't tell my mum how you almost killed me"

Was that a smile on Dorcas' face?

"That's what I am talking about... Exaggerated..."

"She is constantly scared that I would damage  her investment..."

"Her investment?"

"Me... My body..." Dorcas explained "I have to become the ballet dancer that she used to be. Even better... So she has my future all planned out so she is scared that by not taking care of my body, she will lose everything"

"Dude... You just bled a little bit"

"Only that gets her nervous" Dorcas shrugged.

Marlene was reminded of her brother Adam. And how her father wanted the same from him. Marcus wanted for Adam to be the next rugby star. Just like he used to be. So he pressured him a lot.

"Sometimes I feel like my mum doesn't care about me. Just about the potential dancer I could be"

Marlene noticed the sadness in her words. So she said:

"My dad does the same with my brother... Adam..." Marlene took a seat.

"I know all about your family... I know who your brother is" Dorcas took a seat next to her.

"A whinny twat?"

Dorcas giggled at that. Marlene realized it felt nice to make her laugh.

"Adam is a wanker but my dad pressures him a lot sometimes... He forgets he is his son"

What Dorcas didn't know was that sometimes Marlene wished she was in Adam's position. To feel good enough and worth it to be trained by her father. But she was a girl. And for Marcus McKinnon girls weren't good enough.

"My mum pressures me a lot as well" Dorcas added "Sometimes I feel like I need to be perfect all the time and it is exhausting"

Dorcas hadn't told this to anyone but somehow with Marlene it was easy. Or perhaps it was her constant need to compete, this time about whose parent was worse.

Marlene was trying to settle her feet in a gym ball. Dorcas smiled.

"I need to have the perfect grades and be perfect at ballet... No alcohol or drugs... No junk food... And there's also this pressure of being a cool teenager who has friends, drinks and gets high at parties..."

"Damn..." Marlene said "You sound even more stressed than my mum... And her job is so demanding that she has to work on the weekends"

"Sorry..." Dorcas bit her lip.

"It's okay..." Marlene smiled "Now I feel bad for pushing you. That was crappie of me"

Dorcas chuckled "Yeah it was"

"But you pushed me first!" Marlene added smiling.

Dorcas smiled too.

"Okay, McKinnon, I pushed you first"

Marlene giggled. Now her feet were playing with the ball. There were silent for a while. Dorcas touched her bandage. And Marlene felt guilty again.

"You don't only think about boys and makeup, right?"

Dorcas looked at her.

"Ha?"

"You're not just a plastic doll, yeah?" Marlene added "I just... I thought you were different... I got you all wrong"

"I'm not a plastic bitch..." Dorcas tutted "Neither are my friends..." she added "We are more profound than you think, you know?"

"Oh yeah?" Marlene raised an eyebrow "Even Alecto?"

Dorcas giggled "Even Alecto"

"I mean she cried the other day because one of her nails broke"

Dorcas snorted "She has been spoiled her whole life. Her father adores her... I mean he bought her another phone the other day because the last one was a bit scratched..."

Marlene giggled "No..."

Dorcas laughed too.

"And Joss keeps one of those little bottles of booze in her purse just in case she needs to have fun"

"What?"

"She never drinks it anyway..." Dorcas giggled.

"They amaze me by their intelectual brains!" Marlene said sarcastically. Dorcas laughed. Marlene couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Can I ask you something?"

Dorcas nodded.

"Is Josephine's gum made of... Marihuana?" she whispered the last word.

Dorcas chuckled.

"What? No!"

"It is just that she chews gum all day and there are a lot of rumors running around"

Dorcas shook her head and laughed a bit more.

"It is regular gum...." Dorcas said "I think"

Marlene giggled.

"They are my friends and I like them though" Dorcas added "Alice too"

Marlene thought about Mary and Lily. She would do anything for them. She loved them.

"I know what you mean" Marlene nodded.

Dorcas smiled. Marlene did too. They weren't so different after all.

************

"I heard you want to be Team Captain next year"

They decided to get to work finally. It wasn't that bad. They got distracted by conversation. Somehow it was easy to tell each other stuff. As if they were the bestest of friends. Dorcas was enjoying the little smiles Marlene gave her each time she helped her with something heavy.

"Oh yeah..." Marlene answered embarrassed "It would be cool"

"Everyone just assumed the Captain for Gryffindor would be James Potter"

Marlene rolled her eyes.

"That wanker is confident about it and that pisses me off"

"I think it is cool" Dorcas smiled "You would be a good Captain"

Marlene blushed. She didn't know why. She wasn’t used to people complementing her rugby skills. Her friends didn't care about sports and the boys supported James.

"Thanks..."

"So what's the plan?"

"The plan?"

"Yeah... To win the spot from Potter"

"I was going to bribe him with a date with Lily..." Marlene said and Dorcas chuckled "But Lily was not willing to help me so..."

"Can I give you an advice?"

"Yeah"

"Just show everyone how passionate you are about rugby. How you actually care about the team"

It was actually good advice. It sounded so simple. But Marlene was scared to not be good enough.

"I thought you would want Slytherin to win the cup" she said curiously "Why would you give me advice?"

"Because I would love to see a girl Captain at Hogwarts"

Marlene smiled.

"Have you ever thought about playing rugby?"

Dorcas shook her head.

"Rugby is not my thing. Ballet is" Dorcas explained "But I enjoy watching people play"

Marlene smirked "I think ballet is really cool... I mean I would look ridiculous dancing it..."

Dorcas chuckled.

"But it is nice... You definitely do a great job at it"

Dorcas blushed. Only because she adored when people complemented her dancing. She was constantly putting herself down.

"Uuh!" Marlene approached happily, with a mischievous smile on her face. Dorcas couldn't help but smile.

"What if we exchange lesson for lesson?"

Dorcas raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I will teach you about rugby and you teach me about ballet" Marlene shrugged.

But she was smiling, very excited about the idea.

"That would be cool" Dorcas nodded "I would love to see you dancing, McKinnon. Something tells me you have two left feet"

Marlene gasped "Excuse me?"

Dorcas laughed.

"They say I move my butt very smoothly, thank you"

"Very smoothly?" Dorcas teased.

Marlene laughed. Dorcas was smiling.

"No but really..." Marlene took out her pinky "Promise?"

Dorcas grabbed her pinky with hers.

"Promise"

They laughed in a silly way. But they didn't move their hands away. They stayed like that for a second, with her fingers intertwined and giving at each other shy looks.

"I guess... You're not a brainless bitch Meadowes..." Marlene whispered.

"And you're not a Reckless beast, McKinnon" Dorcas whispered back.

Marlene chuckled at that. Dorcas giggled. They still hadn't moved their hands.

They only did it when Madam Hooch crossed the door.

"Girls..." she said with a smile "I see you have become great friends"

"Friends? Nah... I hate her ass" Marlene said sarcastically.

"And she is so annoying... God..." Dorcas added with the same tone.

Madam Hooch smiled.

"Well, you had one hour left and you didn't finish cleaning.... But I decided I will let you guys go..."

"God, really?" Marlene asked.

"Yeah" Hooch nodded "But behave nicely"

"Come on, Hooch... You know me..."

"Get out of here, McKinnon"

"Okay"

Dorcas laughed as she followed Marlene outside. Once they were out of that shed, they realized they had come back to the reality. A reality in which they belonged to different worlds. Rugby, Ballet. Gryffindor, Slytherin. The Knights, The Marauders. Would it be possible for them to be friends? Both of them wanted to hang out and see each other again. Was that pathetic?

"I will..."

"Yeah"

"See you around"

"Of course..."

They both smiled.

"Bye McKinnon..."

"Bye Meadowes"

And they both walked away in different directions.

[ulabewriting]

Celestia Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : (a lot of) cursing, mention of alcohol.

– Adopted in Pennsylvania.

– Leo.

– CEO of a talent management agency.

• looks like a doll.

….until she opens her mouth.

• “the FUCK 'you looking at, you fucking waste of yo’ dad’s jizzm??”

• the hot-headed one of the family.

• throws nasty looks at people you don’t like. Just come to her and say “look at them for me, please.” She’ll stare at whoever you pointed like they’re a sickening walking piece of trash and only once they’re gone, she’ll turn to you like “why d’you want me to do that btw ?”

• theater kid with anger issues looking like barbie, basically.

• aggressively affectionate. <3

• takes you to a different, expensive ass restaurant on every date. Each time, her only indication to you will be “doll yourself up, we’re eating good tonight.” And because she only ever gives you the best there is, you always do.

• known as the diva of the Foreman-Mcguires.

• gags at the idea of wearing a bad outfit.

• will throw a fit if you refuse to eat breakfast.

• wears stiletto heels everyday. (and you’ve never seen her stumble. never.)

• “Okay, I’mma stop you right there ‘cause we’re not really talking about me anymore, sooo… yeah, no, I don’t care.”

• dresses like a princess and acts like a villain.

• has a secret sanrio obsession.

• a sucker for flowers. Get her a bouquet and she might buy you a house or two.

• asked you out as if you were the one interested in her.

• “I mean, I guess we've been talking a lot recently, yeah. I can't blame you. I am irresistible; like WHO could possibly not want me, right ? So, if you threw yourself at me to, I don't know, kiss me or whatever, I wouldn't be mad... I'd definitely understand.... I'm just saying–”

• always spends 50/50 of her free time : drinking a cup of tea, sitting in a cafe/restaurant, bitching about people - or - going shopping in the fanciest places in town. (bonus; she brings Oliver to hold her bags whenever he's around.)

• obsessed with ribbons; she often wears pink ones in her hair.

• very confrontational – if she has a problem, she’ll gladly let you know, and don’t expect her to be sweet about it.

• don’t get it wrong though, she’s not feared. She’s basically the human version of a chihuahua and her siblings, especially the youngest, love to tease and annoy her on purpose. You can’t blame them, she has the best reactions–

• well aware of her diva reputation and absolutely loves it.

• “Urgh, I’m forgetting your face as I’m looking at it.”

• clingy behind closed doors. She always needs your attention and cuddles and if you don’t provide, she will pouuuut.

• you expected her to be an insufferable boss but, even though she is very serious about her work and will want only the best from her employees; she's actually very considerate and right with all of them.

• loves journaling. She draws little hearts and flowers on ever single page.

• wears strong, bewitching perfumes. leaves a delicate scent anywhere she goes.

• “Imagine disliking me, though.”

• owns a “drama queen certificate”. (Mickayla gave it to her for her birthday; Celestia said she hated it but still keeps it neatly in her desk drawer for some reason, uh.)

• loves alcohol but very much is a lightweight.

• can be cocky and seem arrogant, but gets weirdly sweet and innocent when you’re around. (and of course, she gets teased to death for it.)

• always needs to press your wrist when she's anxious; feeling your pulse soothes her.

• very loyal. If somebody messes with her siblings or you, she’s baring her claws. And it stings.

• has one of the prettiest faces you’ve ever seen; easily could’ve been a model.

• second biggest fashionista of the family. (nobody could ever compete against Mickayla for top 1.)

• bickers a lot with Liz (meaning, they’re best friends.)

• “Listen here lady, you might have the tits, but I have the ego, which is what one needs to survive, so quit polluting my space, will ya?”

• ugly crying in your arms when she misses her siblings after not seeing them for like a week.

• wearing flavored gloss all the time. because it looks good. and tastes good. just in case you’d go for a spontaneous kiss. just in case.

• amazing pianist. She used to play everyday when she was younger but eventually stopped as she got older. started when she was 13.

• sometimes, when you come visit her, you can hear beautiful notes echoing in the large, luxurious space of her house. You don’t make any noise when you approach her just to get a chance to look at her play; she looks like an angel, far away from the annoyed gaze and sardonic smirk she usually shows.

• openly jealous and possessive – not so much so that she’d keep you from living your life; but she’s by far the most “territorial” one of the family.

• love languages : gift giving (very big on that one; you often get overwhelmed by her generosity – you’d never thought someone would buy you a car or a whole brand new wardrobe just… because? she can?) and physical touch. usually she wouldn’t let anybody get close to her because “ew, your fucking greasy hands on my prada clothes, bitch” but she lives for your hands on her, her waist, her hair and, she can’t keep hers to herself… especially in public. she’s grabbing you all over and there’s nothing you can do to escape it.

• loves, loves, loves bunnies. She’s a big animal lover girlie, but these little fluffy balls just have her heart.

• bakes when she’s nervous; and with the industry she’s in and the agency she rules, it happens a lot. Prepare your tummy and tastebuds for apple pies, cookies, peanut butter bread and blueberry muffins every three to five business days.

• romantically calls you "bitch". (you only get cheesy, disgustingly sweet pet names behing closed doors though<3)

• “I just decided everybody here is a stupid bitch. Not you, though. Nah, you're cool. You're my stupid bitch. ”

[ovrstims]

niggas obsess over me. bitch i’m a baddie i get what i want!! niggas proudly admit that they love me left and right. i’m pretty asf in everyone’s eyes, i’m the baddest bitch attracting other bad bitches with ease. of course i’m the blueprint, bitches wanna be me. people dream about me, people scheme about me, niggas can’t breathe without me. i get what i want, when i want it, no matter what! nobody can say no to me. ppl happily express how much they want me and my body. i smell good as shit, ppl sniff the air when i walk by. i’m naturally blessed with head turning beauty, niggas cant help but stare. men do what i say no matter what in an attempt to win a chance with me, wtf would they be without me? i have a fat ass & a clean wet healthy 🐱

i’m the luckiest bitch alive. i’m the first choice and without a doubt i’m always in first place, how can i lose? nobody compares to me. i’m always getting invited to the craziest parties and i’m always allowed to go. people would do anything for me. niggas wanna eat me out and are so proud about it lmaoo, what can i say? i’m irresistible. every passing day i’m breaking records for being wildly beautiful. my beauty is news worthy. i get whatever i like whenever i like from whoever i like no matter what. circumstances literally don’t matter. nobody tries to fw me. i receive money for doing anything, as simple as waking up, breathing, and even standing. i got a fat ass, small waist, and an overall delicious sexy body. i love the way i look in the mirror. admiring myself in the mirror is my favorite hobby. my money so damn longggg, i got bags and bags full of cash. my bank account is flooded, my pockets are overflowing, i’m stacking money where the ceiling be. everyone loves my style and clothing taste. i always have money for clothes no matter how expensive. i always have the best clothes, my wardrobe is filled with my desired style of clothing. i have accessories to match my clothing. i always find stylish elegant necklaces, earrings, piercings, shoes, bracelets, and rings to match my clothes and my desired style. people are obsessed with me and my style. i have a sexy ass voice, it’s hypnotizing niggas left and right; no wonder they can’t help but do what i say. i’m always the sexist and prettiest girl in the room no matter where i am. nobody outshines me in a room. people in crowded hallways part when they see me, it’s like second nature for me to be given special princess treatment.

I love looking in the mirror, my appearance is literally my top number one love. i always attract tatted niggas with big dicks, i can see it clearly on soft through their pants🤭. my socials are blowing up non stop; can’t blame niggas for loving me. i get millions of followers, subscribers, likes, views in a day. i’m always walking into opportunities to achieve money. people literally hand me money no matter what i do. i’m always finding ways to make money. people wanna be around me all the time, they be begging me to stay. people can’t stand being left without me. i have big boobs, and a plump ass butt. i a baddie so ofc i have baddie friends. there are literal lines of people waiting to be my friend. friends come to me easily. i’m an undeniable 10/10 even on a bad day. people always ask me how i stay so damn sexy. people always message me and go out of their way to find me to figure out my beauty secrets. “how you always stay hot” is a line i hear on the daily. i’m at the top. i’m the prettiest, the sexist, the smartest, the richest, in any room i enter. fake bitches exit my life stage left. i attract people who genuinely like me and who genuinely enjoy my company. i’m the baddest in any room i enter. i’m such a pretty bitch people think i’m a model, yay free paparazzi!! i’m so proud of how much i’ve accomplished. i’m going viral bitches!!! i always attract men with cars. i always attract big dick men with cars to drive me around and do whateverrrr i want !! niggas offer to drive me around just to spend time with me. i’m a pretty bitch with a big ass butt, i got a gorgeous face with no waist! i love being everyone’s biggest temptation.

[ryanlockheart]

keegan couldn't help but fall for zeke. with his slender frame, plump ass, and nonchalant attitude, he was everything he could've ever wanted and more. he had no idea, though, getting involved with the little minx would put him in the middle of a tryst with his step-brother. keegan just couldn't help himself. he was along for the ride and suddenly exploring a new side of himself — and he had only zeke to thank for pulling it out of him. "ya got me now... you're gonna be put to good use, and when i've gotcha all fucked out and shaky, that's when i'm gonna whip your daddy into shape," landon said with a dark chuckle. he'd certainly never imagined he'd get his step-brother down on his knees for him. hell, he'd never quite imagined being with a boy before... but he'd seen zeke in action and knowing keegan was addicted to him already, landon's ego wouldn't let him pass up two free pussies. "n-no, i can't. he is fuckin' hot, and i'd've done the same thing just to get a sniff of his socks," keegan admitted, his face flushed red. "it'll be my favorite thing to do... eatin' my daddy's loads out my princess's little pussy." he was a shell of the dominant playboy he'd been just moments ago, and it felt amazing to just let loose for once. "sounds like you should gotten one of 'em the double-ended dildos and shared my socks with your little girlfriend, keegs," landon teased with the smugest grin on his lips. "real gross by the way... y'know i don't throw 'em in the hamper 'less i've worn 'em for like a week, right?" keegan could see how much he was enjoying himself with that mischievous twinkle in landon's brown eyes. that just made his aching cock even harder. "you were thinkin' about him? 's that why you were cumming so quick lately?" keegan couldn't help but ask, looking up at zeke with wide eyes. "my cock's not good enough anymore... is it?" the lithe boy was planted in landon's lap, his hands grabbing those thick curves happily. "didn't take much. little fag's been dyin' to be my little slut," landon chuckled. plump cheeks parted in front of his face, and his own cock jumped at the sight of that bubblegum pink ring of muscle. zeke was so pristine, he never would've guessed he'd been touched before. "we're gonna train the little bitch," landon agreed with a nod. "you're gonna push his head down on my cock... and don't either of ya think about stopping. i wanna nut." keegan's face glistened with sweat, slobber, and cum. he might've cared any other time, but in that moment, he was too high off that manly scent that permeated off landon's muscled body. "i am a faggot, baby. i'm your daddy's faggot," keegan whined. he was nestled between his step-brother's thighs, eager tongue hanging wide out. "more than ready... been waiting months," he croaked out. landon's ego was only inflating tenfold with each passing second. no one could tell him anything. he had the two prettiest boys in the world all to himself, and he was going to make the best of it all. landon's face found itself resting between zeke's plump curves. his tongue flicked upwards, tracing his entrance with the tip of his cock. it only grew in vigor and intensity as time wore on. drool was dripping down landon's chin, but he didn't give a damn. keegan, on the other hand, was finding his footing still. he finally pressed his nose to landon's musky balls, taking in a deep whiff. his tongue darted across the sweaty sac, eyes rolling back into his head. "unh... fuck, that's good, daddy," keegan whined. "god, 'm turnin' into a real faggot, aren't i?"

zeke hadn't seen this side of keegan before. he was a smooth-talking guy, one of the hottest charelston had to offer. zeke was shocked that he had even caught keegan's attention, but he quickly realized that he was exactly what the little rich boy was looking for. keegan didn't want clean-cut and proper, or even a boy that he could take home to his parents. he wanted filthy, and no one could do that better than zeke — or landon, as zeke was learning. "he does his best, but 's hard to satisfy a little slut like me. need a real man t'do it," zeke replied with a wink. he was certain that keegan knew he was teasing. no one had ever pleased him quite like keegan — but landon was there to shake things up. who was zeke to disagree? "aw, keegs. don't pout... can you blame me? he's so hot, i just knew he'd ruin my cunt and turn me into his personal footslut," he teased, reaching out to stroke the boy's cheek. "you can steal clean his load outta my pussy, baby." as zeke watched keegan beg, he knew that he and landon's goal had been accomplished. any semblance of keegan's strong, cocky persona was gone. "i can't believe i ever let you fuck me, keegs. if i had known that y'were stealing your brother's dirty socks to get off, you would've never gotten close t'my little cunt," zeke teased. he had no idea if keegan's story was true, but he certainly hoped that it was. "i knew that i was thinking about his sweaty feet while you were fuckin' me, but i had no idea you were." zeke climbed into landon's lap with a smirk on his lips. "you've done such a good job with him already, daddy," he giggled, nuzzling his face into the older boy's neck. "can't wait to watch him throat your cock — can i show you how it's done, daddy?" zeke crawled down to landon's cock, perky ass right in front of the dark-haired boy's face. he pressed his face up against it, taking a long whiff of landon's musk. "smells so good, like a real man," zeke groaned, just as keegan's head popped up. "y'look like such a faggot right now, keegs," zeke chuckled. he leaned in, slowly lapping any excess cum from keegan's face. he swallowed it down with a hum, as he'd done many times before. "you ready to get a taste of daddy's fat cock, baby? look how big it is," he hummed, slapping landon's cock against his cheek. "don't worry — i'm gonna show you how to please a man, keegs. you're gonna be the best little cocksucker once i'm done." zeke jiggled his ass in landon's face, smirking over his shoulder. "what are you waitin' for, daddy? y'know you wanna get a taste of my pink little pussy," zeke teased. "and you — get your face in his balls, y'little faggot. want you to be gooning before you get a taste of his cock."

[ganjas-shit]

Oh fuck Princess- Eddie Munson 18+  Word Count: 2,336

Hi! This is my first ever SMUT ahhh! Very excited because y'all I cannot contain my Eddie Munson obsession anymore it's time to unleash the horny writer inside me. FUCK it we BALLLLL whoop whoop!! Enjoy bitches <3

TW

rough mouth fucking? cussing. daddy kink? fingering. rough oral sex?giving oral sex?

sorry if I miss any please don't hesitate to message me and bully me into correcting my TW's lol (I'm a fucking idiot)

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Eddie Munson enjoyed watching you. He loved watching the star cheerleader of Hawkins High in her cute little cheerleading outfit that hugged her body so beautifully. He's always wondered what that perky little ass looked like arched up in the air while you pretty little lips were wrapped around his long, thick, cum-filled cock.

He'd love to make his little fantasy of you a reality and knew exactly what he had to do.

Eddie knew you popular's well. Eddie noticed how you walked around Hawkins with your head all high because everyone considered you the prettiest girl in town. You were the cheer captain, you passed all your classes, the teachers loved you, you were a parents wet dream and everyone either wanted you or wanted to BE you.

You knew Eddie well. He was infamous for his Hellfire speeches in the school cafeteria. You'd never admit it but you lived for his speeches. He would stand on his lunch table and would call out the jocks for their ignorance. And you loved how outspoken he was, how he didn't care what people thought about him.

But oh man not only did he notice, he heard it himself. He overheard you and Robin one day talking in the library the next shelf over.

"Jesus what the hell am I DOING WRONG," you whined "I mean even his friends can't keep their mouths closed when they see me! But HIM, Eddie fucking Munson, he won't even bat an eye, AN EYE ROBIN" you whisper yelled

"I don't know what you see in him y/n." Robin sighed, "If he hasn't noticed that the prettiest girl in town has a secret boner for the town freak, maybe he's not the one." Robin shrugged

"SHHHH keep your voice down!" you shushed loudly,

Eddie smiled to himself. He couldn't believe Hawkins Princess wanted to be seen by the freak. It intrigued him.

Eddie then started to target the popular crowd every lunch.

Calling out their bullshit standards and expectations.

He also stuck his tongue out at Jason, the boys varsity basketball captain during their heated argument

(Which you thought was extremely hot btw)

But, you hated it.

You hated that he called everyone else but you out. You wanted to get into a heated and hot argument with him in front of the whole school.

Just like he did with Jason.

He'd be so turned on by your yelling that after he'd drag you into the janitors closet and fuck your brains out till you couldn't take anymore.

Something you also couldn't bare was the fact that you had every guy in Hawkins on their hands and knees for you at any given second, every guy except for Eddie.

But Eddie knew you longed for his attention.

Shit, he even knew a glance from him would satisfy you but he wanted to push your buttons. He wanted you to approach him.

He wanted you to beg.

Eddie sat in the room of his trailer strumming the strings of his electric guitar playing Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix while taking a few hits of the joint he just rolled.

He was so lost in the music he was playing he didn't even hear you at his door.

"Hello? Anyone home!?" you called out as you knocked on the door of Eddie's trailer.

You crossed your arms and tried to make yourself as warm as possible considering you were wearing nothing but a school hoodie and your cheer skirt.

"HELLO? MUNSON WE NEED TO TALK NO-" you were cut off as the door flung open and you came face to face with the infamous beautiful freak himself

"now" you said embarrassingly low as you looked at Munson up and down admiring the tattoos on his arm and then your eyes followed up to his beautiful face.

He was so pretty.

His soft eyes. Messy hair.

And god don't get me started on his pretty mouth. You wanted to ride his face so bad.

"Geez any louder captain?" Eddie looked down at you, rolling his eyes, moving to the side making enough room for you to step inside his trailer.

The smell of marijuana lingered the air of the trailer and you felt at ease.

"So," Eddie started

"What brings the queen of Hawkins High into the Freak's humble abode?" He says slightly amused that his little plan actually worked.

"I wanna know what your deal is with me." you said ignoring the blood viciously pumping inside your heart

"My deal?"Eddie questions as he tilts his head looking at you up and down suddenly very intrigued

"You always pick fights with my teammates and the entire basketball team but you always ignore me," You look at Eddie obviously frustrated and slightly embarrassed that you're telling a boy you've never even held a conversation with that he doesn't acknowledge you

"Jesus Christ what world do you popular's live in?" Eddie scoffed

"You're in way over your head sweetheart." Eddie said as he slowly walked towards you

" Are you that out of touch with reality?" He looked deep into your eyes hooking his finger under your chin.

"Maybe I just want to be put in my place" you shrugged softly as you looked into his now dark eyes.

Eddie tried so hard to not push you onto your knees and stuff his cock down your throat. But he was being patient.

He wanted to hear you beg.

He wanted to hear you beg for permission to cum all over his long hard cock. He was growing tired of the games.

He looked down at your doe eyed "fuck me" eyes, chuckled to himself and walked away to his room.

He smiled when he heard you follow.

"Hey i’m talking to you Munson!" you said with a bratty tone

Eddie took a hit of his joint and looked you up and down

His room was warm. It smelt like marijuana and a strong cologne that made your core heat up, and that wasn't even the best part, you noticed his guitar was hooked up and instantly knew it was the reason he took so long to answer the door.

"Are you gonna stop being a brat and tell me what you really want or are we gonna keep doing this?" Eddie said slightly annoyed at the pent up tent in his pants the he so desperately wanted to free

The marijuana was finally starting to get to him and he wanted nothing more than to fuck your brains out.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." you said starting to feel small but still keeping your ground.

Shit does he know I want him?

GOD OF COURSE HE DOES

Once again, Eddie started to walk towards you, eyes low and red from hitting his joint

"Be straight with me princess," He said lowly as he lifted up your skirt slowly running his finger up your inner thigh to reach your hot core

"Shit" you muttered at his finger pressing into your clit

"You want to be my little slut?" He questioned in a deep hushed tone, pushing your panties to the side gliding a finger up and down your slit

You felt your pussy grow wetter as he kept his pace painfully slow. You wanted him to shove his thick fingers in your gummy walls but you knew you had to speak or he wouldn't continue.

"What do you want darling?" Eddie said as he continued to drag his finger up and down your slit.

"I want you." you whispered

Eddie poked two fingers at your entrance making you gasp,

"I'm sorry sweetheart but you're gonna have to speak up" he said leaning in whispering into your ear

"Fuck Eddie I want you!" you moaned moving your hips trying to create friction between your gooey entrance and his fingers.

"See! and all you had to do was use your words" Eddie smirked and roughly shoved his fingers in your tight warm hole.

"Oh fuck" you moaned trying so hard not to fall forward considering you were standing up

"Look at you princess," Eddie said looking down at the moaning mess you've become. His dick was rock hard from seeing you trying to hold yourself up as he curved his fingers inside of you

"Look at you taking my fingers so well, fuck I can't wait to stuff my cock inside of you princess" Eddie moaned picking up his pace

You pressed your head in his chest to stop you from falling forward as Eddie was whispering the dirtiest things into you ear

"Oh fuck Eddie I'm close" you moaned feeling the knot form into your stomach

Eddie lifts your head up and smashes his lips into yours pumping his fingers inside of you so fucking fast that it makes your eyes roll back

"Mm come for daddy princess." Eddie moans against your hot wet mouth feeling your walls clench around his fingers

You rode his fingers as you came undone and he fucking loved it. He loved the feeling of your hot mouth pressed against his making the prettiest noises he's ever heard

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you refusing to break eye contact and stuck them in his mouth sucking the mess off his fingers.

"You made the prettiest mess on daddies finger doll," Eddie said as he finished sucking off the remaining cum.

He squeezed your face and wiped the drool of your mouth with his thumb.

"But you've been a brat," he said darkly

You swallowed harshly as he stared deep into your soul.

"Strip." he said dragging his finger under your chin as you stared at him dumbfounded already so far gone over him.

"It wasn't a question sweetheart" he said with a serious tone that made your core heat up.

You lifted your jacket over your head and shivered at the cool breeze of air which instantly made your nipples harden.

You watched Eddie walk towards the corner of his bed and taking a seat

He looked at you and started fiddling with his belt.

"Keep the skirt on princess," he demanded as he pulled his hard cock out beginning to stroke it. "Now come here and get on your knees." he said darkly.

You slowly walked over and and sat on your knees with your hands nicely placed on your thighs.

"Look how obedient my girl is," Eddie growled as he stroked his throbbing cock.

You looked at Eddie's lust filled eyes and then down at his huge cock which instantly made your mouth drool.

Eddie started to see the want in your eyes.

The need.

You wanted to touch yourself so bad.

Eddie was looking at you while stroking his dick and it made you so fucking horny.

You scooted up and laid your head on one of his thighs so you were inches away from his cock.

Fuck that made Eddie crazy.

"Can I play with myself please?" you whined looking deep into his hungry eyes

Eddie chuckled

"Open your mouth and keep those hands still." He demanded, "You're not touching that pretty little pussy till I say so." he said smoothly making your stomach flutter

Eddie stood up and stuck his two fingers down your throat then held his hand out in front of your mouth,

“Spit" he demanded

You spit in his hand and he started to stroke his dick with your saliva.

Fuck

"You gonna be a good girl for me princess?" he questioned as he looked down at you still stroking his throbbing cock

"Yes daddy." you stated already getting eager for what's coming

"Good, cause I'm not going easy." he said as he shoved his throbbing cock roughly into your mouth causing you to gag.

He continued to fuck your mouth ruthlessly and got so turned on by how much you were actually taking his dick.

Your eyes were a watering mess and seeing the runny mascara on your face made Eddie's dick twitch inside your mouth

"Oh fuck princess you're taking all of me aren't you?" Eddie moaned slowing down his pace trying to feel more of your tongue

He grabbed the sides of your face with his two hands when he felt the vibration of your cries and whines on his already exploding cock

"Princess wants to touch herself huh?" Eddie taunts as he feels his high coming in hard

"Go ahead sweetheart, play with that pretty little clit" Eddie moans feeling you whimper on his cock

"Daddy wants to see his slut come undone." Eddie says as he picks up his pace feeling his high.

You rubbed your two fingers along your slit bringing the wetness of your pussy to your clit and started to rub it viciously.

You moaned on Eddie's dick already feeling that familiar knot in your stomach and rolled your eyes so far back

"Fuck are you close princess?" Eddie questioned as he thrusted harder into your mouth

You hummed rubbing your clit even faster which made him pick up his pace even more

"Oh fuck princess, I'm coming" Eddie moaned bucking his hips, cumming so hard in your mouth.

Fuck this was something he's never felt before.

He felt so euphoric.

You gasped so hard as he pulled out your mouth and let out the nastiest moan Eddie's ever heard in his life as he watched you ride out the rest of your high on your fingers.

You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked the juices off your fingers,

"Thank you for putting me in my place daddy." you looked up at him, and batted your pretty eyes like the obedient little whore you are, cum still dripping down the sides of your mouth.

And this turned Eddie on so fucking much

"Get on the bed. Now." Eddie demanded still looking down at her, admiring the mess she is, with his dick still rock hard.

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[atozfic]

lessons in law.

⎘ pairing: fem!reader x choi san.

⎘ genre: dilf!san, lawyer!san, tutor!san, law-student!reader, smut, all parties are of legal age!!

⎘ warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, light name calling, mentions of punishment, san is a simp in denial.

⎘ description: sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with an oral exam.

⎘ word count: 1.6k

⎘ author’s note: this was supposed to be a less-than-500-words timestamp. 🧍‍♂️

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© atozfic, 2021.

“for a d-defamation lawsuit to turn out success- fuck!” from the moment your resolve slips, you regret it, almost going as far as to complain verbally, if you didn’t already know better.

talking back will only get you punished, and not in the way of whips and chains and all things spice, but in the way of being left high and dry, pussy wet and unfilled. 

cold air brushes up against your sensitive folds as the man beneath your desk pulls away from your sopping core. you glance down in time to catch the way he swipes his tongue over his lips, collecting the juices you’ve covered him in, in as little as the three minutes he’s been down there.

he’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised, expectantly, awaiting you to correct the error of your ways.

“did i tell you to stop reading, princess?” his voice, the way the gruff in it curls over his words and his beautiful lips move as he speaks, sends a fresh rush of arousal down your nerves.

“no, mr. choi.”

“and what did you do?” 

“stop-” you start, only to do the very thing you said when you jolt in your seat, moments after he’d blown air onto your pulsating heat, torturing you with the minimum amount of pressure against your clit. it takes a deep, calming breath on your end to centre yourself again. “i stopped reading.”

“tsk.” his response worries you. so vague, you’re yet to figure out if he’s going to even bother continuing with the pleasure he was giving you. as if sensing your unsure nature, the drag of his pointer finger over your soaked entrance becomes his answer to the unasked question. “how am i supposed to know you’re studying the notes i gave you if you do that, hmm? do it again and we’ll have to cut the tutoring lesson short today.”

he could have whispered the words and you still would have heard him loud and clear. your eyes reluctantly snap back to the textbook instead of staring down at the sight of him between your legs, hair perfectly slicked back and begging to be messed up, tie undone and hanging from his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up his arms and straining against the muscles of his forearms.

“the act of defamation occurs when someone makes a false and harmful statement...” you begin reciting the words again, after you’d cleared your throat.

as san’s face lowers back onto your aching cunt, you remind yourself over and over to read, just read. that’s all he wants you to do and, in exchange, he’ll take you to heaven with his tongue. but oh, it is so much easier said than done. your hands soon find a grip on the edge of the desk, a place to root yourself down while his tongue drags over you lazily.

“there’s two different types of defamation-” his tongue teases at your hole and you want to beg him, scream at him to shove it- or any other part of him- into your cunt, walls clenching around nothing but your own wetness, causing it to ooze out onto your tutor’s waiting tongue. “libel is the name given to any defamatory words that are written...”

“my princess has the prettiest pussy.” a hand snakes it’s way up your leg, wrapping a tight grip around your thigh before he props it onto his shoulder. when his tongue finally breeches your walls again, it’s at a whole new angle than earlier, and that alone has you wishing you could throw the textbook off your desk only for you to bend over it while mr. choi takes you from behind.

“slander is spoken defamation, and often more trickier to prove in court...” instead, you keep reading so that he’ll keep eating.

“what would your dad say if he knew this is what you use our tutoring sessions for, huh?” san continues to taunt you between licks of your cunt, switching his focus between your hole and your clit. he’s trying to get you to disobey him. “if he knew his dear friend who he asked to help his pretty little daughter get accepted into his law firm has actually been teaching her how to take a proper cock? oh, and just imagine his face if he knew that i fucked you under his very own roof.”

“d- defamation cases are often costly and are a long procedure...” you can’t help it when, instinctually, your hand flies down to tangle itself in his perfectly done hair. instead of pushing you away like you’d thought he would have, san only closes his eyes and let’s out a moan as you tug his hair, face nestling itself deeper between your legs and causing his nose to bump against your clit.

“you have no idea how much i think about you, baby.” his free hand lands on your heat, cupping it as he pulls back to stare up at you. “got me wishing i could have you every hour of the day. that you were mine alone to touch, and fuck, and kiss.”

“w-what would-” you become brave suddenly, spurred on by the moment of vulnerability from the man between your legs, looking so much more at your mercy than ever before, like he’s begging to worship the only goddess he’ll ever know. “your son, or your ex-wife, say if they knew you were doing this, hmm? that you took on an apprentice only to corrupt her?”

“you were corrupted long before i got my hands on you, y/n.” he smirks up at you, only to chuckle when he thrusts a finger into your cunt, no warning, and you gasp, tugging on his hair again. “the only thing i’ve done is show you how good sex can be when you’re doing it with someone experienced instead of some sweaty frat-boy who finishes in two minutes and doesn’t even know where your clit is.”

“you’d be surprised, some of them are better than you give them credit.” you’re lying, without an ounce of shame about it. and it’s more than worth it to see the way his eyes darken, his eyebrows frown, his hand picks up the speed that his finger thrusts into you.

no warning comes when he inserts a second finger. 

“really? can they make you beg for their cock like a bitch in heat?” he doesn’t bother to stall any longer, head diving back down between your legs to shut you up.

his mouth latches onto your clit, rolling it between his lips and prodding at it with his tongue while he continues to fuck you with his hand. a third finger enters you and you throw your head back, body curling off the leather of your desk chair while you tighten your grip on san’s hair.

“mr. choi, please.” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.

“yeah, just like that. a little slut begging to be fucked full, that’s all you are, right? and no one knows how to give you what you want but me.” every whine, moan of your voice, every time your walls tighten around his digits, it strokes his ego and keeps him giving you more, more, more.

when the coil in your body is so close to finally snapping, he rips his hand from you. it’s a moment of devastation only, until you feel his hand, soaked in you, clasping around your other thigh and dragging it over his shoulder too. then his tongue is back in you, drinking in every bit of essence your quivering hole offers him.

when you cum, it’s with your body more sat on him than the actual chair, hands on your ass and holding you against his face as his tongue continues to work you through the electrifying feeling, nose bumping over your clit every so often. while your jaw is slacked open in a silent scream, san makes no attempt to hold back the moans and grunts ripping through his chest.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he coos when he rises from under your desk, lowering your still quivering body back down onto your chair. you have half the mind to wonder if he’s a completely different man to the one who’d been buried between your thighs minutes ago, as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. instead of a smirk or a scowl, he wears a smile, even when you feel his fingers dip back between your swollen folds.

“mr. choi, i need a break first-”

“shh, it’s okay.” and you believe him, as he retracts his hand and brings it up to your mouth, commanding you to open it. your eyes flutter shut as your mouth wraps around his fingers, tasting yourself all over them. “so pretty, aren’t you?”

you can only nod, so relieved he gave you what you wanted even though you’d stopped reading. you’re unsure how long he lets you sit there with his fingers in your mouth but him removing them brings you back into the room instantly. coating your cheek in your own spit-mixed cum as he cups it, he leans down to place a kiss on your neck.

“i need to go make a quick call but, when i come back, i expect you to be naked on your bed, ass up and face down.” this time it really is nothing but a whisper, yet you hear him loud and clear.

“why?” it seems like a silly questions to ask, when you already know exactly why he wants you in that position.

“you didn’t think i was really going to let you get away with talking back to me, did you?”

[inkykeiji]

you’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold

character: gojou satoru

genre: smut with a sprinkle of fluff at the end

notes: aaaaah first jjk fic ever!!!! uhhh this is honestly just pure smut and punishment, satoru is a Bad Daddy, and it’s set in a curseless AU | title cred: handclap by fitz and the tantrums

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dubcon/noncon, slight size difference/size kink, belly bulge, spanking with a belt, rough sex, minimal prep, minimal aftercare (at first), toxic and unhealthy relationship (satoru is mean n a bad daddy!), daddy kink/slightly implied ddlg dynamics, praise kink, dacryphilia

words: 3.1k

synopsis:

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

Gojou Satoru is a bad Daddy.

He’s a sweet Daddy, a silly Daddy, a Daddy who’s almost incapable of saying no. He’s a Daddy with a massive sweet tooth, a Daddy who frequently allows both of you to have dessert before dinner—sometimes dessert for dinner—and a Daddy who gives his princess nearly everything she desires, weak to your pretty pout and puppy-dog eyes and please, Daddy?’s. He hates to deny you, aches at the thought of you being even just a teensy bit displeased, because he wants his baby happy, always.

It’s his fault, really, you’re saying, insisting, when he calls you a spoiled brat. Because, honestly, it is; Satoru is entitled—he always has been, born with a not silver, not gold, but platinum spoon in his mouth—and his little princess is entitled, too.

Because he gives you anything and everything you ask for the moment the demand leaves your mouth, dotes on you hand and foot, absolutely adores you, lavishing you in the finest silks and prettiest lace, always indulging you just as much as he indulges himself—as much as he has always been indulged, growing up filthy rich.

Because you weren’t always like this; or, at least, you weren’t always this brash about it.

But years of getting exactly what you want, exactly when you want it, has forced your attitude to change, to shift.

You haven’t changed, Satoru tells you one day, a tub full of melty ice cream in his lap as he shovels another spoonful into your mouth, waning sun bathing the penthouse terrace in translucent gold and coral, brilliant colours reflected in his crystal eyes. “I didn’t do anything—I simply revealed your true nature,” A devious little smirk spreads across his lips, eyes glinting in an almost ominous nature, and you shiver. “You’ve always been a selfish materialistic brat, haven’t you?”

Well, you guess he has a point.

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

It’s always something little, after a day full of disobedience, that does it, that finally lights the fuse and forces an explosion. Something that would normally be inconsequential, something he’d usually laugh off with a coo and a loving pat to your head.

Because you fought him on bedtime last night, then fought him on going to university this morning. You demanded pancakes for breakfast and when he denied them to you, because he’s got an important meeting in the afternoon and thus hasn’t the time to make them, you refused to eat anything at all—only to whine and bitch and complain about how starved you were for the entire duration of his conference. And yet, throughout it all, he was the perfect picture of patience, endlessly cool and nonchalant in his responses to your multiple tantrums.

Until you rushed into the kitchen in a famished frenzy, diving straight for the cookie jar and shoving three in your mouth.

“Sweets are not an appropriate dinner, baby,”

The words are sighed out in pure exasperation, his thumb and his forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, lids shut tightly.

Eyebrows furrowing, you tilt your head in confusion, speaking around your mouthful. “Since when?”

His eyes snap open, blazing azure glaring at you with such an intensity it makes you flinch, cookie crumbs turning to ash in your mouth.

“Since forever,” he seethes, mask of impassivity finally beginning to break.

“What?” you laugh around the word, but it trembles. “What are you talking about? You rarely enforce that rule—especially since you don’t even follow it yourself!”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps, nostrils flaring with a particularly harsh exhale. “I am the boss, and what I say goes,”

“Daddy!” A sock-clad foot stomps against the marble floor as you whine out the word, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “That isn’t fair! You can’t just—”

“Enough with this attitude!” he snarls, moving like a crack of lighting as he lunges at you, lithe arms embracing you in an iron grip. “I can, and I will,”

And then he’s hauling you over his shoulder, one strong arm wrapped around you and pinning you draped over his body, delivering swift, harsh slaps to your ass every time you kick your feet or beat your fists against his back, while every whine and complaint earns you another spank in his mind, mentally tallying them up and vocalizing the thought a moment later.

“You’re being a meanie,”

“That’s twelve,” he growls.

“I don’t care!”

“Thirteen.”

“So what?”

“Fourteen.”

“That’s nothing,”

“Twenty-five.”

And that—that gets you to pause, but not to halt, not to stop, potent brattiness mixing with fury as it boils in your chest, the need to defy, to disobey, burning through your veins.

“I-I can handle that,”

“Thirty,” his voice is calm—serene, almost—and ice cold. There’s an underlying challenge sown into it, daring you to try him again, to utter another word. He’ll go higher, you can almost hear his apathetic voice floating through your mind; he’ll go as high as he needs to in order to teach such an ungrateful little brat a lesson.

Thirty it is.

The buckle of his favourite belt jingles as he undoes it, that dainty clink! forcing shivers to pebble across your naked skin, pressing your chest further into the foot of his bed, fingers curling in cashmere.

You’ve developed a love-hate relationship with that belt; it’s so fun when you get to undo it yourself, gentle fingers tugging and toying as you squirm eagerly in his lap, yet the clank and clattering of that heavy buckle as nimble fingers skillfully unfasten it and pull it from the loops of expensive trousers is almost menacing, carrying with it portentous threats it fully intends to see through.

He never warns you when the first strike is coming, reveling in the way your muscles are coiled in tension, in foreboding anticipation; basking in the surprised yelp that bubbles up in your throat.

��Relax,” he tells you with a callous chuckle, leather squealing between large, smooth hands as he folds it. “And count,”

It’s his usual response, predictable and scripted by this point, but he never seems to tire of it, notes of delight lacing his voice.

And that first blow never counts.

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy by most standards, but his punishments are harsh, brutal, and cruel, and they happen to be one of the only things he takes seriously in life.

There’s rules to each of his punishments—so many rules he’s made you write them out multiple times, until your hand ached and fingers cramped and the heel of your palm was swollen, so they’d stick in that pretty empty little head of yours, so you never forget—and his spankings are no different.

You are not to move until he tells you to. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are to count each lash, loud and clear before the next strike lands. Each mistake, each misstep and slip-up and refusal to comply, will earn you one extra slap. The tool is to be decided based on the severity of the offence.  

The belt, all rigid rawhide and sharp edges, cuts into the supple flesh of your ass with each easy, nonchalant flick of his wrist, abrasively snapping against you.

Each collision of leather against flesh sears a tingly sting into your skin, biting rapidly rising welts into your ass and sending spiky jolts of agonizing pain bolting up your spine, the pain fading to a dull throb for just a moment before another blow is delivered.

“Gorgeous,” Satoru murmurs to himself halfway through your punishment, the word nothing more than a little huff of breath. You don’t dare respond, simply crying out the next number as he lands another harsh blow to your abused skin. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound, he continues, voice appearing faint and far away, mingling with the combined symphony of the crack of leather and pathetic whimpers muffled by sheets.

“It’s incredible,” he says, louder this time, voice dripping with wonderment, as if he can’t believe he’s created such a magnificent piece—the streaks of blood staining once perfect, unblemished skin; the high-pitched whines and sharp cries of each subsequent number; the resounding slap of the belt against your bare ass that evokes it all.

The whole thing sends a surge of intense power rushing through his veins, the tingling buzz it leaves behind enthralling and invigorating. You don’t need to look at him to know this, don’t need to see the way his eyes shine with it, the way his chest heaves with it, the way his entire body trembles with it—you can feel it in the atmosphere surrounding you, can feel the shift as his ego saturates the air, as his pure superiority bleeds into it, dense and suffocating, stimulating and revitalizing.

It infects your body, seeping in through your skin and flooding your veins, re-instills the need to be submissive, the ache to be good, providing you with the strength to endure.

The punishment lasts for forty-five excruciating minutes, accumulating a total of thirty three spanks—the extra three tacked onto your original punishment of thirty, one for each time you broke a rule. He’s on you in less than a second the moment it’s over, belt dropping to the rug-covered floor with a distinct thump as soft, eager palms roam your sweaty body, lips crushed against yours, still trembling as they spill pitiful whimpers into his mouth.

The luxurious bedroom—all cream and gold and drenched in sunlight—is blanketed by backhanded praises, warning you not to be a brat and just take what he gives. He’s sadistic when he gets in moods such as these, a feral glint in crystal eyes as large hands hastily flip you over—so fast it knocks a gasp of his name from your chest—seemingly unconcerned about the fresh blood oozing from the thin swollen welts that embellish your ass staining his thousand dollar sheets.

“Daddy needs you now,” he growls when you try to protest, breathing erratic as fingers flex on your hips, squeezing and kneading before pressing down hard, a silent order to stay fucking put. “And you’re going to be a good little girl for your Daddy now, aren’t you?”

Of course. Of course, because you are a good little girl, his good little girl.

But he’s a bad Daddy.

And, like a bad Daddy, he defers aftercare—it can wait, he practically snarls as he drags you to the edge of the bed, folding your legs up on either side of your body, knees nearly nudging your jaw; and foregoes prep almost entirely—two slender fingers slipping between your slick folds, prodding your hole and deeming you wet enough to take him.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it when he gets like this, when that façade of indifference finally shatters to pieces, replaced with desperation, with urgency, with neediness.

Your head lifts from the plush mattress, neck straining a little as you watch him push his trousers down his thighs through bleary eyes, residual dewdrops of tears clinging to spidery lashes. His cock bobs a little as he kicks the pants off, and it’s just as pretty as he is, smooth and symmetrical and perfect in every way.

“This would be part of your punishment,” he pants out, speaking over your cry of discomfort as he begins to shove his cock into you, little cunt aching as it attempts to accommodate the sudden intrusion. “If you didn’t love it so much, fucking slut,”

“Daddy!” The pet name claws its way up your throat in a yelp, hands scrabbling against his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh through his Armani button-up in an effort to steady yourself, eyes squeezing shut against the severe burn that accompanies the stretch. “Gonna—Gonna tear me in half,”

“You’d think you’d be used to this by now,” Satoru muses, voice already returning to its apathetic playful lilt now that he’s half buried in your cunt, breathing already calmed. A malicious little smirk decorates his lips and he observes you as if awestruck, one of his hands moving to trace the curve of your cheek, cold fingertips soft against your scalding skin.

“So beautiful like this,” he whispers as he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against the back of your thighs.

And you are, fresh tears that glitter the way his eyes do in the waning sun streaming down your cheeks, leaving the prettiest streaks of salt staining your flesh; lips swollen from merciless teeth sinking into them, an attempt to silence yourself, to keep those whines and complaints of Stop, Daddy! and Hurts, Daddy! safely stored in your throat.

Your little hole flutters around him, still struggling to adjust to his girth, and his head droops forward, long tongue unfurling from his mouth to lap at the bitter water adorning your face, slow languid strokes from your jaw to your bottom lashes, replacing shimmering tears with viscous saliva.

Saccharine sugar stings your nose, sticky toffee bathed in decadent chocolate and garnished with a touch of vanilla enveloping you in a sickly sweet embrace.

Such a scent—his scent—starkly opposes the vicious snapping of his hips, setting a merciless pace from the very start, blunt nails biting deep half-crescents into your flesh as they hold you in place.

But the pain only heightens the pleasure, contradicting sensations clashing together with every one of his brutal thrusts, cashmere feeling as rough as sandpaper against your raw, wounded ass. Thorns of pain pierce through your abdomen and shoot up your spine, back arching off the bed, and the muscles in your thighs flex and clench with every slam of his cockhead against your cervix.

It’s potent and intoxicating, a heady exhilaration clouding your brain and flooding your veins, and soon there are tears leaking from your eyes again, dribbling into your mouth and mixing with strings of drool that coat the words you’re babbling out.

Blood rushes in your ears, procuring a deafening ring, and you’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore, voice vibrating indistinctly in your chest as saliva soaked mewls ooze from your mouth. Your Daddy’s staring down at you, condescension etched into his pretty features, eyes morphing from dainty crystal to the navy of a tumultuous sea, framed by strands of cream and ivory dripping with sweat.

And he’s so big, too big, stuffing you full to the hilt with each ruthless piston of his hips, mattress trembling beneath you from the sheer strength; and it’s so much, too much, you swear you can feel him in your tummy, can see the way your lower abdomen cutely bulges in synchronization with every pounding thrust.

You must say it in some way, in some shape or some form, because the patronization varnishing his features melts away, sharp smirk dissolving into a genuine grin, blue eyes lightening with pure adoration.

“Such a good girl,” you think he’s saying, through it’s hard to tell when your eyelids keep drooping, hard to hear when a symphony of broken moans and hitched whimpers and the sharp slapping of skin against skin blanket the room, reverberating off the walls of your skull. “You’re such a good, good girl for me,”

Yes, Daddy, you want to say, such a good girl for you, only for you.

“Y-Yours,” you manage instead, locking your arms around his neck and clinging to him.

“Mine,” he growls, possessiveness lacquering his eyes, brilliant and bright and shining with devotion. “That’s right, mine,”

It only takes another three thrusts before you’re gushing all over his cock, the intense spasming of your cute little cunt drawing the prettiest whines from the back of his throat as he rams into you.

“Beg for it,” he demands, and although it’s an order, it comes out more like a plead, desperation sown into his voice. “Beg for Daddy’s cum,”

You obey immediately, words spilling from your lips without a second thought, automatic and instinctual. Please, Daddy, gimme your cum? Please, please, pretty please, want your cum, Daddy, fill my belly with it, Daddy, I need it, need it so bad, please?

He gives you what you want only a moment later, cock throbbing almost violently as he fills you with thick, scalding cream—so much that you’re sure it’s dribbling out of you, trickling down your ass and onto his pristine sheets—and you roll your hips up, attempting to milk him for more.

“G-Greedy,” he pants out, but there’s a dazzling smile slapped across his face, and so much love in his eyes it’s nearly overwhelming, a fresh wave of tears casting a gleaming shield across your own.

He notices immediately, both of you wincing a little as he pulls out, a wrecked little whine escaping your mouth.

“My poor little princess,” he’s saying as he untangles his briefs—Balenciaga, this time—from his trousers, abandoned in a heap on the hardwood.

“Daddy,” you rasp, a frown marring his face, fingers encircling your ankles as he helps you unfold your stiff legs.

“I know, I know,” he’s murmuring as gentle hands pull the soft clothing up your silky thighs. “It hurts, I know baby, Daddy’s gonna make it feel better now,”

A shiver courses through your body, and he tuts, nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, shrugging it off before he hoists you up and drapes it over your shoulders, tenderly threading your arms through the sleeves.

It’s cozy, and warm, infused with his scent—melted sugar and expensive cologne—and you snuggle into it, weak arms pulling the material tighter around your body, swathing it in comfort. Tears prick your eyes again, blearily blinking them clear as you glance up to find him backing away. A noise of indignance sounds in the back of your throat, eyebrows knitting together as you make grabby hands for him.

“I’ll be right back, princess,” he reassures you as he laces your fingers together and allows you to pull him back towards you, voice soothing like a lullaby. Fingers trail along the curve of your cheek then trace the line of your jaw, palms smoothing hair back from your face. “Daddy’s just going to go get the first aid kit so he can clean you up, okay?”

“‘N then food?”

He coos with a little chuckle, cupping your head as he tilts it up towards him, eyes overflowing with fondness.

“Yeah, baby, and then food. Whatever you want, it’s yours,”

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy, but he is also your Daddy, and that makes him the best Daddy.

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Cute prissy captions?

Prissy Captions <3

I’m looking paid and pretty

Is that gucci on my feet, shit, bitch, it might be!

Spoiled

Why spend mine when I can spend yours!?

Prissy princess

Sweeter than a pop tart

Blessing your feed

Sitting pretty

THAT GIRL

Had to come off IG so they can’t stalk me

Thee princess

I’m exclusive like where did you find that?

Prettier by the day

Did you miss me?

Pampered & pretty

BRAT

Charging by the minute cause my time is very pricey

Barbie Tingz

Always tip top

I am not a girl that can ever be defined

Pretty in the face

Dude, where’s my couture?

Top dollar chick

Put me on a $ cause I’m who they trust in

Shawty is the shit

If I’m fake I ain’t notice cause my money ain’t

Prettiest

Doll face

Pretty & pink

Looking good, living better

Your dream girl

Playmate of the year

Miss ____ ( whatever month you’re born)

[sinfulwrites]

I am happy to be your fairy, I am staying here for a while don't worry! And maybe at some point... I'll take the anon off and you can see who the horny fairy is, BUT until then!

Here I am 🦋💤

And I am here you make you and everyone else who reads feel the tinges.

And now that I know that I have the power to make you fall for any slasher with my magic I will now get you hooked on who I'm currently horny for...

The lost boys

4 idiot vampires that are just constantly horny

David isn't soft by any means, the is the leader and will have you kneeling before him because he wants it.

He loves to fix your bratty behavior, he will have you on your knees in seconds his cock down your throat as he tells you to swallow every drop, he likes to be called master and won't respond to anything else.

You are gonna listen to what he tells you are you are gonna do it, why? Well you wanna be a good girl, don't you? You wanna get praised, don't you? You want your pussy stuffed, don't you?

" next time you wanna be a brat, remember I'll always put you back in your fuckin' face slut"

Paul is a sweetheart, he is the one you go to when you feel like pegging a whine little bitch.

He lets out the sexiest whines you will ever hear, and he begs so prettily too💓 please hold his head and shove his face into your pussy, he loves being pushed around.

Tell him he's a dirty slut that should be grateful to be eating you out, he'll cum right then and there for you 😏

"Please, please let me cum! I'll be good! I'll be a good boy please mistress- AHH!~~"

Dwayne is usually a quiet strong type, and he is the softest dom in the world. Unless you tease him to the point of snapping but that's a story for another day 😏 you go to him when you wanna show your good girl side 100%

He loves to sing you sweet praises," such a good girl for me baby~" or "you like this cock? You like when I spread your little pussy over my cock?" And maybe "oh fuck~ yes honey just like that, take it a little deeper- yes~ yes just like that princess~"

He loves giving rewards too! he'll eat your pussy for hours if you ask nicely baby~ you want some cum? Ok come here and sit on this pillow and he'll give you some cum ok princess? You want your pussy slapped with his cock? Lay back honey, enjoy how good he's gonna make you feel~

"God you feel so good baby~ let me fill you with my cum princess come here~"

Marko, this man... This man is the one you go to you are feeling like the brattiest nastiest whore.

He loves you being a brat! He loves it! And not like David, he isn't going to try and put you in your place no no no no no honey, he wants to see if you can keep up!

Get over here and let him suck on your tits, come here and let him facefuck you tile your face covered in his cum. He wants to see your makeup running down your face and your crying from coming far too many times that at this point you've squirted more than once and you can't keep your legs down THEN he'll be happy and even then he won't stop sucking on your puffy sore clit.

Go on do your worst you little whore; Slap him, pull his hair, tell him he's your fucking slut and he'll do the same right back at you. And FUCK ME HE HAS THE SWEETEST PRETTIEST FUCKING MOANS!!

"Fuck! Com'on fuckin' whore! Show me what you've got! Don't start your crying down! Take my cock down your throat like the good slut you are!~"

And on the days when you're all up and horny... It's a free for all honey!

David is watching and mocking your whimpers telling you how pretty you look right now~

Paul is there playing with your tits, sucking your nipples while whining about wanting to eat your pussy but has to wait for his turn~

Dwayne is splitting your pussy on his cock, a ring of his cum forming around the base of his cock with the slick wet slaps sounds~

Finally, Marko, he has his cock shoved down your throat, moaning with a giggle when you gaged and chocked on his cock~

By the end of the night, all the boys are cuddling you. Praises and soft kisses and Dwayne softly cleaning you off, you were covered in cum~ not just your body and face but all of your holes just leaking cum~

I eagerly wait the horny fairy reveal, I gotta know who's spoiling me with so many ideas 👀

Forgive me, my fairy god parent, I fell asleep 😩

But what a pleasant thing to wake up too... 👀💦

I haven't watched the movie with the Lost Boys either, but... 🥴

Vampires? Horny vampires? Uggn 😩💦

The idea of teasing Paul... 🥴 Riding him and then suddenly hanging my pussy over his cock, making him cry and buck his hips, but when he tries to grab my hips I'll just smack his hands away. Gotta ask nicely, Paul... 😏 Mnggh, and shoving his head between my legs? 🥴 Get down there where you belong, Paul, and I better not hear any complaints or I'm gonna turn the vibrator up inside you...

Good to know David would keep me in my place though... 🥴 Yes master, I'll be your good girl...

Mmgh, but I also got a soft spot for soft doms... And someone I can be a brat with?! And I get to have all four of them?!

Now you're just spoiling me rotten 😩💦

And orgy with them sounds like heaven... 🥴 Having my tits kissed and smacked around, getting my throat fucked, pussy ate... They sure know how to please a girl, don't they? 👀💦

And to top it all off, they'll give me kisses afterwards? I'm sold 🤤

[pinkmirth]

-DINNER WITH EREN JAEGER

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《𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰/𝐬𝗺𝐮𝐭 + 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 + 𝗺𝗼𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔 + 𝟏𝟗 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝗼𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 + 𝐭𝐰: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 + 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝗼𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐜𝐡》

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Maybe Eren shouldn’t have said such things. Maybe, just maybe, he took this a little too far. Because now, due to his relentless teasing, you were making the car rock within the all too small proximity of a parking zone, bouncing on his dick without remorse.

“W-was just kidding—!” His wail came out breathy and warbled, as though he was pleading with you, but just wasn’t sure whether he should’ve been telling you ‘dont fucking stop’, or not.

The sidewalks were littered in brooding streetlamps, lights shining a pretty pink for the sake of Valentine’s Day.

The pair of you were merely waiting outside of a renowned restaurant, sitting in the comfort of Eren’s vehicle to kill the time until your reservation was acknowledged. Though, someone decided it would be a good idea to whisper careless little nothings into your ear, without knowing how much you truly yearned for him throughout the day.

Eren’s mindless teasing was simply your breaking point. You were bound to get what you wanted, whether it was by the time you got home or right in this moment, sliding down his length and panting like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck, Calm down, [Y/N], you’re rocking the fuckin’ car—”

“I thought you said you wanted me to ride you? To fuck you in the driver’s seat..” you merely giggled in reply, eliciting a pitchy moan right beside his ear— which had only caused his cock to throb more than it already was, his twitching length pulsing with every clenching motion of your spongy walls.

Your boyfriend was bound to lose his mind; with the way your hands mangled into his black locks, gripping at it fervently and ruining his neat low bun. How you were fucking yourself on him, slamming your ass down along his girthy dick before purposely leaning towards his ears, letting the sweetest, prettiest moan ripple past your throat to his delight. How you practically sucked him in further with your essence-dripping core, the walls of your pussy taking him all too well, stretching out just for him, convulsing around him with fervor.

The dark haired male utterly loved every risky second of it, from the moment you shimmied out of the restraint of your clothes up until now, bouncing all too prettily upon Eren for him to handle. It was too new for him, the whole experience.

Eren was all for asserting his dominance; judging by how he’d practically rather die than show the slightest hint of submission. Though, being with you had made him finally realize; it was a good thing to let people take care of him. It was a rather effective tactic, he thought. He treats you to a romantic dinner out in the city, filled with giggles and playing footsies underneath the table, and taste-testing exotic foods with names that were rather too long.

In return, you fuck him stupid. The concept was new, yet pleasant.

“Am I makin’ you feel good, babe? Hm?” You taunt him with a grin, gazing upon his flushed face through lidded eyes, abruptly deciding to swirl your hips, your slick drenching his cock and inner thighs. “Fuck yeah,” Eren groaned aloud, head thrown back as jumbles of grunts and profanities slipped past his lips.

He then took hold of your hips, ardently gripping at them with phantom-white knuckles, altering your pace while grinding you against him with the power of his large palms. “I did tell you to fuck me in the car,” he panted aloud through his agape mouth, humming sighfully once you placed your forehead against his, your tightness sinking along his girth with every movement of his hands upon your waist.

“But didn't I say to take it nice and slow..?”

You only mewl in reply, clawing at Eren’s shoulders once he rolls his hips up, prominent cockhead nudging against your cervix. Your lack of a verbal response eventually spurs him on, an abrupt smack landing on the meat of your ass, causing you to elicit the prettiest whimper.

“Moan for me,” he rasped along your earlobe, unleashing yet another sharp hit of his large palm against your spank-stung bottom. “E-Eren—!”

“Louder.” he groans, shifting lower into his seat as he repositioned himself, thrusting up and beginning to jackhammer himself into your squelching cunt. Your wracked sobs did none but make him grin satisfiedly, bucking his hips and prodding at all your sweet spots with the utmost expertise. Sure, you'd caught Eren off guard at first, but it was all too easy for him to turn the tables on you; he just knew your body too well.

“Fuckk, Eren,” you cry out to him, attempting to bounce yourself along his thickness once more. He aided your ministrations, slamming you down, then sliding you up with such an anticipating pace, your core dribbling it’s essence along the underside of his dick before he hurled you back down once again, doing so with a shaky moan.

“That’s it, bounce on my fucking cock,” Eren mused in reply to your sensual whimpers, the pads of his fingers digging into the curve of your waist, before trailing down to knead at your fleshy ass, beads of sweat running down his defined, aglowing face.

“—Parking slot number 37. Reservation for E. Jaeger,” By the second his name is mentioned, you and Eren freeze, bodies twitching in anticipated release, the subtle, pleasureful pulsing of your cunt sending him on edge.

“Shh, baby, quiet,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers up to your panting mouth. His prodding digits eventually slip past and rest upon your salivating tongue, your lips wrapping around his nimble fingers to muffle any and all moans.

“Eren? Eron? Erin Yaegar? Am I even saying the name right..?” Said employee questioned themself amidst the repetitive calls of your boyfriend’s name, who was now rolling his hips up painfully slowly, breath hitching with every sensational ministration.

“If you wanna cum, you've gotta keep it down, princess,” Eren warned breathily, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to thrust, deeply and gradually, until the tight, knotlike pressure in your gut abruptly snapped with the way his cockhead pressed along your walls, now squeezing along his shaft fervently, your broken whines vibrating onto his fingers.

“Holy fuck, baby, I'm cumming—” Eren then reverts his hips back, slipping out his throbbing cock merely seconds before white spurts of his warm cum seep out of his tip and onto his slim, defined abdomen, lowly groaning all the while.

“Damn, look what you got us into..” his supposed scolding comes out as a whispered chuckle, arms wrapping around your waist as you snuggled up to him, your head resting upon his rising and falling chest.

“So, baby,” Eren speaks up once more, finally acknowledging yours and his past due reservation, “You hungry?”

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