#OH OH IMAGINE HIM BEING NICE AND SWEET AND GOOD *JUST* BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE TRAPPED AGAIN

[insomniphic]

“I just want to get to know you better because I care about you, okay?”

He’ll understand.

[bunni-v1]

I can TOTALLY Smilk and TR taking oral

Like imagine:

Truthless Recluse between your legs, eating you out/sucking you off. He's going slow and steady, savoring the flavors of your juices/precum. . . Till all of a sudden, Shadow Milk comes out of nowhere and pushes TR like "Out of the way! It's my turn!~" then proceeds to eat you out/suck you off like his life depends on it, his tongue mercilessly lapping at your folds/taking his whole cock in your mouth

. . .

Now which sounds better?

For the sake of my sanity reader has a pussy (sorry guys it’s my default).

MDNI

Anywayyyyy, the two of them have VERY different styles of pussy eating, and they bicker about who you like better all the time. It’s hard to chose though, they both excel at what they’re good at, and they both cater to different needs.

Starting with TR, he’s definitely more the type to take it slow. It’s not as though he has any reason to go slow, he doesn’t really care to draw it out, that’s just how he is. Part of it carrie’s over from before he became TR, Pure Vanilla was always the kind to be sweet about things.

Truth is, Truthless Recluse goes slow because he’s greedy. He wants to take and take and take from you for as long as he can. He’ll press warm kisses to the inside of your thighs, dragging them across your dough, because forbid he have to remove his mouth from you. He’ll take his time with one, breathing over your pussy for a moment before doing the same to the next.

His eyes are shut tight the whole time, uncharacteristic for him, but once he gets to the main course they lock onto you. He almost always starts by licking a long wet strip up you. Starting from your dripping hole all the way up to your needy clit. He shudders at the taste, feeling as if he’s in heaven, you are divine on his tongue. Once he starts, he can’t stop himself from taking more.

Another slow lick right up to your clit, then he takes the bud in his mouth and sucks. He sucks and rolls his tongue over the sensitive little nub, relishing in the way you cry out his name. He’ll let you do what you like, squirm and pull at his hair, it doesn’t matter. He’s steadfast in his pleasure, enjoying the taste of you, drunk on it. His dull eyes with peer up at you with unrestrained possessiveness, drinking you in like you were the last thing he’d ever get to see.

It’s very different from Shadow Milk, who is fast and eager. He does not like to waste time with silly little games, biting you once or twice before diving in for the meal. His tongue being forked allows him to do things most cookies can’t, which aides in making his fast pace feel so much better.

Unlike TR with his slow licks and consistent speed, Shadow Milk is like a mixed bag of everything. His long tongue curls deep inside, able to reach your g-spot with little to no effort. It curls around your clit, stroking it until your eyes are crossed. He can take it nice and slow, but equally he can go hard and fast.

He usually is a mix of both, starting fast and rough, leaving you gasping for air then slowing down suddenly to make you beg for more. The whiplash is part of the experience, it’s what makes everything feel so good. Oh, and unlike TR, he uses his teeth a lot. It’s rare he leaves any marks on your pussy, but he leaves light little impressions. It’s enough to make you jump and squirm.

He likes control, and he’ll fight you for it. If you wiggle too much he holds you still, because he can’t make you feel good if you’re running away. He overstimulates you to high hell, making you cum again and again over and over until you can’t think of anything but him. It’s so different from TR, and back to back sessions make your head loopy.

The both of them together is quite the experience. It’s typical that Truthless Recluse is the one eating you out, Shadow Milk not wanting to relinquish that control over the two of you. So you’ll be settled between Shadow Milks legs, back to his chest, while his hands keep your legs open for TR.

TR keeps his usual pace, slow and steady while Shadow Milk plays with other parts of you. He’ll cup your chest as TR hums against your hole, the vibrations making you lightheaded and weak against Smilk. He guides TR verbally through the process, telling him what to do and how you like it. TR doesn’t really listen much, but you seem to enjoy it so Smilk doesn’t reprimand him too much.

He can only take so much of it before he gets bored, though. TR is too sweet and slow on you, the show gets lame fast. So, he grabs TR by the hair and pushes him against you, forcing him to go the pace he wants him to. The rough treatment making the cookie moan against you, causing you to squirm uselessly between them. Smilk makes it worse by swirling little circles into your clit, heightening the pleasure tenfold.

He’ll coo at you so sweetly, praising you and TR for taking it so well. But again, there’s only so much of it he can take until he gets bored. When that happens, he’ll tug TR away so he can take the reins of your pleasure. It’s up to TR on whether he stays or not, but he usually does.

He’ll take Smilks spot behind you and watch the way the other cookie works his mouth over you. He’s not vocal, but you can feel the way he watches your reactions, and you can certainly feel the way he enjoys them too.

If you pick a favorite, they’ll both pout about it — though TR is more a dejected sigh than a pout. They both compete quietly to see who can pleasure you better, and it goes on right under your nose. The way they look at each other while they pleasure you is the dead giveaway, like wild beasts challenging each other for their mate, they glare over your stomach as if to beg the other to try better.

Now, when it comes to you giving them head, that’s a different story. But they use that as the ultimate show of who suits you better :)

[irndad]

She favorites recipes on Instagram. 

It’s a little embarrassing how Carmen knows- that when she’s at his place watching him sketch dishes she can’t taste, he’s also paying attention to what’s on her phone. And it’s usually kistchy things- dresses and outfits with legwarmers, pop-culture breakdowns he doesn’t have time to understand, and yes, occassionally, recipes. 

Carmen adores her company. It’s a private truth, one that they boht know and yet he can’t admit under her gaze. She’s a friend of Richie’s which is endlessly fucking confusing. Both because of how incredible she is, and because it is truly insane to imagine Richie with friends. 

Carmen supposes they’re friends too, now. It doesn’t feel quite right, the way she scribbles notes for him in the mornings and has slept over quite often. She’s busy, has her own life and her own career and he’s lucky for the time he spends with her. He doesn’t really have time to date her the way he’d like to, with dinner dates and late night drives down Lake Shore, watching the sunrise over the lake on mornings where time feels like no object. 

He’s clearly given this some thought. 

Anyhow, it doesn’t matter now. Now, she’s slept over. He’s got a full-size, which felt like a good enough excuse to share the bed, even though every time they do he still ends wrapped around her like a vice, like roots of a tree, raveled in a way that seems inpenetrable. 

She’s sipping on an energy drink- he’s offered her the coffee that he’s imported, and prepared with care, but she’d obviously thought it was too bitter. And now he keeps energy drinks in the house when she stays over. She’s popped in one of her wired earbuds, and the light washes over her like a halo. She’s got a bonafide glow while she sits on his counter, scrolling through recipes. 

“That looks good,” he hears himself say, a little outside of himself, as she stops scrolling. It’s a pasta dish, and she’s favorited it. It looks more complex than it is, really, but he’s not sure he’s a good source.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I had it once when I was in Paris. It was fucking insane, Carmen, it’s so good. I’m always looking for a place to get it. I don’t really think there’s a place in Chicago where you can get it, actually.”

“It was seasonal actually,” he says back, her eyes fixed to his now, “Ever used to make it every fall. Easier to source the pine nuts.”

She looks so, so fond of him that Carmen could entertain the idea of leaning over the counter and kissing her. It’s incredibly tempting, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, endeared by his knowledge. He feels guilty, how he plays with the pencil, knowing she’s stared appreciatively at his hands. He enjoys being pretty to her, leaning into the fantasy that he could be more than her weird fuck-up friend of a friend that’s too chicken-shit to ask her out. How odd is it, that he knows what it’s like to wake up to the smell of her shampoo, but has no idea how she likes to be kissed?

He’s so bad at this he’s failed before he’s even started. 

He can cook, though. 

Cooking is methodical, and so he does it. it’s an easy love language, for him. he dices the parsely and the other fresh herbs, sautes them wirh precision, uses some of the nice butter from work- it’s a marvel, at the end of it, fragrant and warm, waiting for her arrival. 

When she does make her arrival, just on time for him, he plates the dish before she comes in. 

“Oooh,” she preens, raking her eyes up and down him. He feels perciebed, but in a way that he’d like to be. Look at me, he thinks. What a pleasure to be seen by her. “Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he stammers out, “Thought I’d thank you for all your help. Late nights you’ve been staying up with me, talking through the menu and all- thought I could make you something.”

When she tastes it, it’s careful and adoring, and he’s good at this. 

“Yes chef,” she says teasingly, “Oh my god, Carmen, this is so sweet. You didn’t have to do that. I like being here.”

He wants to kiss her again, doesn’t know why he’s not letting himself. She meets him halfway, though, kissing the corner of his mouth that only a fool would imply has plausible platonic deniability.  

“Thanks, Carm.”

“Anytime.”

He’ll kiss her properly next time.

[moonstruckme]

heya!! i was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where r stopped smoking..? i’m 6 months clean from smoking nicotine and i haven’t told anyone (you’re the first!! lmao) just incase i break from a stressful day and so i don’t disappoint!! could you maybe write that into the drabble or whatever you do..? tysm if you do, and if you don’t then no worries!!

i love you mae and make sure to take care of yourself and keep being you!!!!

thanks for requesting gorgeous, i really hope you're doing well!! proud of you <3

cw: smoking, reader deals with addiction

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 936 words

Remus smells like cigarettes. He’s stopped smoking anywhere near you, but you’re sure if you look out the front door you’ll see the telltale smear of ash smashed into the sidewalk from where he’d stamped one out on the way in. The aroma brings longing and self-loathing, the former more potent than the latter, and you find yourself breathing in the fibers of his sweater for a whiff of it. 

Remus doesn’t catch onto the true motivation for your proximity. He takes it for cuddling, adjusting his hold on his book so he can read with one hand while the other wraps around your shoulders, encouraging you closer to his side. Underneath the heady smell of lingering smoke he smells like himself, like cinnamon and oranges, and you try to focus on that as your better sense fogs over and your fingers start itching for a cig. 

“Aha!” Sirius slaps his last card down on the table. 

James blows out a flabbergasted breath, leaning back on his hands on the floor. They’re playing some kids’ card game Remus learned in primary school and unwisely taught them. At first you’d all gotten into it, but after Sirius nearly took your head off for forgetting the rules and playing with two hands (“Sorry, gorgeous, you know I don’t mean anything I say when I’m trying to win…and I could have won, couldn’t I? No, I’m just saying, it’s about the principle—”) you and Remus had bowed out. James and Sirius have retained their obsession for days, each keeping a scoreboard in their own heads that seems to hold them in favor. 

“Angel?” 

You look up, meeting James’ knowing gaze. “Hm?” 

“He asked if you’re getting hungry for dinner,” Remus clues you in, toying with the ends of your hair. 

“Oh, sorry. Um…” You think hard. One of the more irritating things about quitting smoking is that now your appetite never seems to fully die down. You’re ready for your next meal all day long, and so you actually have to think about whether it makes sense for you to have it. “I had some carrots just after I got home, so I could eat whenever you want to.” 

“Alright…” 

You take another deep inhale, telling yourself it’s because Remus smells nice and losing your grasp on self-control all the while. 

“Are you tired?” Remus asks, and you don’t know how you didn’t notice it before, that extra bit of roughness that his voice takes on after he’s been smoking. You’re so envious you could die. “You seem distracted.” 

“I’m good,” you murmur. Though perhaps it’d be better if you did take a nap or something. You’re beginning to feel twitchy. You take in a breath through your nose like you’ve been practicing, letting it out through your mouth. 

“Ah.” Sirius scoots closer to you, laying his cheek on the couch cushion. “You want to have a piece of your gum, sweet thing?” 

You look at him guiltily. Remus makes a soft sound of realization. 

“You’re picking your nails,” Sirius explains, and you look down to see that you are. “I imagine that means you’re craving one.” 

It’s simultaneously sweet and irksome that none of your boyfriends will even say the word cigarette around you anymore. They’re trying to be considerate, you know, but it feels like they think your self-control is so tenuous that just one word could shatter it. You don’t have the heart to tell them. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, getting the pack of gum out of your pocket. Just the act of unwrapping a stick makes you feel instantly better. “I guess I was thinking I wouldn’t need it anymore.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” James says lightly. “I don’t imagine it’s easy, sweetheart, you shouldn’t feel bad about using something to cope. It’s not like having gum hurts anything.” 

You hum, then turn to Remus sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, do you think you might be able to change?” He looks confused. “Your sweater smells like cigarettes,” you explain. 

James gasps as though scandalized and Remus swears, grabbing the neckline of his sweater and tugging it off. He tosses it into the hall. 

“M’sorry, dove.” He takes your head between his hands, mushing a kiss into your hair. He’s now bare-chested, and you laugh at the dramatics, totally unexpected from him. “I didn’t realize. Is it better now?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” 

He drops another kiss on your head, remorseful. “Alright, I’ll go grab something else to wear,” he says, starting to stand. Both Sirius and James protest loudly. 

“I think what you’re wearing now looks great,” says James. 

“Yeah,” Sirius seconds, “stay in that.” 

Remus looks down at his shirtless torso, raising an eyebrow at the other boys. You can see the amusement dancing in his eyes. 

“Really?” he asks. 

“Come on, it’s not like the fucking Pope’s coming over,” Sirius says, looking well below your boyfriend’s eyes with unabashed enthusiasm. “Tell him, gorgeous.” 

Remus turns his gaze on you. You curl in on yourself slightly, shrugging your shoulders. “This is the best distraction I’ve had all day,” you say quietly, and James’ laughter booms off the walls. 

“Fair enough.” Remus rolls his eyes, grinning as he sits back down on the couch beside you. You get comfy like you were against his side, now smelling only him. He drapes his arm across your back, settling a hand on your hip. “The lows I stoop to for you, hm?” 

“If you’re not up to the task,” Sirius says, “just say the word. I’d be happy to take her off your hands.” 

“Fuck off,” Remus says, and tugs you closer.

[makelemonade]

straight horny to your request, so basically arranged mirage with neuvillette and wriothesley (separately) BUT! they gain baby fever 😋 write anything you have in mind, thank you 🫡

arranged marriage + baby fever

wrio, Neuvillette - fem + AFAB reader

I suck at titles LOL and it’s kinda short I am so sorry 🙏🏽 this is my first time writing baby fever idk if I did good but WHATEVA

Wriothesley

- I won’t lie to you…I barely know his character LOL uhm…

-like I’m at the part in the archon quest where we just met him

-so I hope this is like…okay

-I’d assume that Neuvillette maybe put you two together, seemingly as a duke needed his duchess. After all his complaining about being an independent man he finally agrees to the marriage.

-at first he’s not really fond of you. Sure, he’s nice to you, but don’t see it as anyrbing more. He still has a job to do.

-but then he really takes into consideration just how sweet you are for him- you’re so obedient and it starts to drive him crazy

-you always have his tea ready for him and he can’t lie when it comes to the fact that maybe he is starting to like you

-and god the way you know how to massage him, whether it be his back, arms, legs, neck- it fucking drives him crazy

-so naturally you start to massage his dick too.

-he loves to make love to you and fuck you- yes they are two completely different things to him. he babbles about how grateful he is to have such a slutty and obedient wife like you

-he LOVES to call you “my wife” when he fucks you, and he loves to think back to when he was so against it and he’ll slap himself because who would not want such a good wife like you?!?

-it means your his, and he loves it.

-what drives him absolutely insane is when he sees you with Sigewinne; you’re so caring, attentative and always so helpful to her that he starts to let his mind wander

-he thinks you’ll look cute with a swollen belly, one he can rub everyday. He imagines what your kids will look like- will they act like you? have your eyes? his hair?

-he needed to fuck a baby into you, and stat.

-he will waste no time in dragging you away to his office or really anywhere in the fortress to breed you…!

“fuuuck baby,” He drawls out his groan, hiking your legs further up his shoulder while also pushing them down as your pushed deeper into his desk.

“so- so goddamn cute, agh! helping Sigewinne and being such a good mommy…”

“Nghh~ oh! Wr-wrio!” You gasp when you feel hot ropes of his cum begin to fill you up, and he makes no move to stop.

He watched the way your tits bounced as he fucked into you, and he moved one hand up to grope at them, imaging how swollen they’d be later in the future, and how he’d get to massage them for you…

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart! Needa fill you up…breed you! and you won’t waste anything. Right, you’ll be my good wife…”

Neuvillette

-MY MANNNNNNNNNN

-okay I’d imagine that Furina def arranged this marriage and let me tell u he was NOT AGAINST IT

-why would he be?!? you were gorgeous, adorable, kind, sweet- everything he’d ever imagine for his beloved to be so of course naturally he’s gonna develop these feelings for you

-he watches how you treat people and is so grateful to be able to call you his wife that when he’s talking to other people, he doesn’t even use your name and just tends to say “my wife”

-in full honesty, he also acts like that for another reason; he feels like he owns you with it- that your his

-your his to kiss, find comfort in, talk to, cry to, fuck, make love to, breed- everything! You were his and only his

-and the way you acted with the melusines….how sweet you were to them…his dragon instincts came out insanely.

-you were so kind to them, always helping them with everything and of course with him basically being their dad they start to see you as a mom too 🥺

-one night, he just can’t help it anymore and he’ll force you down in the bed, not letting you move so he can get all of his cum in you.

“Agh! Darling, stay still…” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the love of your ear as he roughly and passionately rolled his hips into yours, his fat cock hitting all the right spots.

“Such a good wife, aren’t you, my dear?”

You couldn’t answer, too fucked out on his cock but also his cum. He’d came multiple times in the last hour and honestly you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“You’ll take it all, right? You’ll let me breed you, fill you up, make you my mate! Hah…”

“Y-yes!” You gasped, holding onto him for dear life. “Breed me…f-fill me up!”

That sentence alone is enough to make him go haywire and he moans as he cums for the nth time, his seed spurring around the edges as he continued to fuck into you.

And when you find a hydro mark embedded on your pelvis, he’ll know you’re officially his mate <3

[ravenclaw-for-all-seasons]

Be my Valentine? Mattheo Riddle (2/2)

Link to pt.1

The next morning at breakfast, the Great Hall was buzzing. It wasn’t unusual for people to talk about Mattheo Riddle—his reputation practically ensured that. But today, the whispers weren’t about a fight, a prank, or some detention-worthy stunt.

No, today, all eyes were on the fact that you—his Ravenclaw girlfriend—were sitting beside him at the Slytherin table, tucked into his side and looking entirely too comfortable for his friends’ liking.

Theo was the first to break. “Alright, no way.” He leaned across the table, staring between the two of you. “You actually pulled off Valentine’s Day?”

Mattheo, who was currently focused on adding sugar to his tea, barely spared him a glance. “Obviously.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “What did you do to her?”

You rolled your eyes, sipping your pumpkin juice. “Oh, I don’t know, Malfoy. Maybe he just planned a really lovely evening and was a perfect gentleman?”

Lorenzo snorted into his coffee. “Mattheo? A perfect gentleman?!”

Pansy, who had just sat down, raised a brow at the conversation. “Wait, wait. Are we actually confirming that Mattheo Riddle—the same Mattheo who once started a duel in Potions over a stolen quill—successfully executed a Valentine’s date?”

Mattheo groaned, setting down his cup. “Merlin, it’s not that shocking.”

“Oh, but it is,” Theo said, grinning. “I mean, did you actually plan things? Pick out the food? Think about ambiance?”

Draco shook his head in mock horror. “Did you—Mattheo Riddle—put in effort?”

Mattheo shot them both a glare, but you just laughed, leaning into him slightly. “He really did. The Astronomy Tower was beautiful.”

Pansy’s jaw dropped. “You took her to the Astronomy Tower?”

“Oh, and he got me those enchanted blue roses,” you added, smiling at Mattheo, who was now looking increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of attention he was getting.

Theo looked like he might pass out. “And the bracelet!” He turned to Draco. “I think we’ve lost him, mate.”

Draco sighed dramatically. “It’s tragic, really. The Mattheo we once knew would have called Valentine’s Day a capitalist scam designed to make men weak.”

Lorenzo smirked. “And now he’s out here buying enchanted roses and—what’s next? Writing poetry?”

Mattheo groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “I hate all of you.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I think it’s sweet.”

Draco pointed at you. “See, this is dangerous. He’s gonna start smiling next. Can you imagine?”

Theo mock-shuddered. “Horrifying.”

Mattheo finally sat up, scowling at all of them. “Alright, you pricks. Just because you lot have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean I can’t do something nice for my girl.”

Silence.

Then—

“Oh, Merlin, he called her his girl,” Pansy said, pressing a hand to her chest.

Theo gasped. “You’re whipped.”

Draco shook his head, pretending to wipe a tear. “We had a good run, boys. He’s officially gone.”

Lorenzo just grinned. “So, when’s the wedding?”

You felt Mattheo smirk against your shoulder, casually taking a sip of his tea like he hadn’t just dropped that information on his friends.

“The wedding is as soon as we graduate,” he said, completely deadpan.

Draco choked on his pumpkin juice. Theo dropped his fork. Pansy’s eyes widened to the size of Galleons. Lorenzo looked like he was about to topple out of his chair.

“You’re joking,” Theo finally said, squinting at Mattheo like he was trying to see if he was being serious.

Mattheo just raised a brow. “Am I?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, shaking your head as you nudged him. “You’re such a prick.”

He turned to you, smirking. “What? You disagree?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “I mean, maybe I wanted a bit more of a romantic proposal, but sure, let’s just throw that in over breakfast.”

Theo slammed his hands on the table. “OH MY GODRIC! She’s going along with it!”

Pansy gasped. “No. No, no, no—this isn’t real. This can’t be real. You two—” She pointed between you and Mattheo. “—are actually serious?”

Draco blinked, rubbing his temples like he had a headache. “I need a bloody minute.”

Lorenzo, meanwhile, just grinned. “Alright, but if I’m not Best Man, I’m rioting.”

Mattheo smirked. “Fine by me, mate.”

Theo looked personally offended. “Oh, I don’t get to be Best Man? Unbelievable.”

Pansy groaned, dramatically resting her head on the table. “I refuse to live in a world where Mattheo Riddle is the first of us to get engaged.”

You just shook your head, laughing as Mattheo draped an arm around you, clearly enjoying the chaos he’d created.

Draco sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re actually insane.”

Mattheo just grinned. “And yet, she still loves me.”

You glanced up at him, eyes soft despite your exasperation. “Yeah,” you murmured, squeezing his hand. “I really do.”

Theo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Merlin, you two are disgusting.”

Draco was still shaking his head, muttering under his breath about how the world must be ending. Pansy, meanwhile, had seemingly moved on from denial and straight into acceptance, resting her chin on her hand as she eyed the two of you.

“Well,” she said, smirking, “if we are planning a wedding, I demand to be involved. Someone needs to make sure Mattheo doesn’t completely ruin the aesthetic.”

Mattheo scoffed. “Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have the fashion sense of a depressed bat, darling.”

Lorenzo snorted. “She’s not wrong.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, but you just giggled, leaning into him. “I don’t know, I think he cleans up pretty well.”

He turned to you with a smirk. “Damn right I do.”

Theo groaned again. “I swear, I’m this close to hexing myself just to get out of this conversation.”

Mattheo, ever the instigator, smirked and leaned in closer to you, voice deliberately loud. “Go ahead, mate. Won’t stop me from discussing honeymoon plans.”

Draco choked on his drink again.

Pansy gasped. “Absolutely not.”

Lorenzo, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, just shook his head. “Merlin, Mattheo, you’re gonna kill them.”

You were laughing too, unable to help yourself as Mattheo pressed a kiss to your temple, looking way too pleased with himself.

Pansy groaned. “This is my actual nightmare.”

Theo muttered something about needing a real drink.

Mattheo leaned back in his seat, a smug grin plastered on his face as he draped an arm around your shoulders. He glanced at his friends, who were still recovering from the wedding details he’d dropped. Then, just to push them further into chaos, he casually added—

“So, the honeymoon plans…”

Draco slammed his goblet down. “Absolutely not.”

Theo made a strangled noise, looking like he wanted to physically launch himself across the table to shut Mattheo up. “No. No, no, no. I refuse to listen to this.”

Pansy, wide-eyed, pointed an accusatory finger at Mattheo. “You keep whatever disgusting things are in that twisted little brain of yours FAR away from this breakfast table.”

Lorenzo, to everyone’s horror, just smirked. “No, no. Let him continue. I’m curious.”

Mattheo’s grin widened as he leaned in slightly, his fingers lazily playing with the hem of your sleeve. “Well, love, I was thinking something tropical. You know—somewhere warm, secluded, private.” His voice dipped into something lower, something dangerously suggestive, and you could feel the way his friends collectively lost their minds.

Theo actually threw a piece of toast at him. “STOP.”

Draco was rubbing his temples. “This is my villain origin story.”

Pansy covered her ears. “I refuse to listen to this.”

Meanwhile, you were shaking with laughter, covering your mouth to try and keep it in. “Mattheo, you’re horrible.”

He smirked down at you. “Yet you love me for it.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, grinning. “Unfortunately.”

Theo groaned. “This is sickening.”

Mattheo just chuckled, completely unfazed by their dramatics. “Oh, relax. I’ll spare you the explicit details—for now.”

Draco pushed his plate away. “Lost my appetite. Thanks, Riddle.”

Lorenzo patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, mate. I’m sure the wedding night conversation will be even worse.”

Pansy looked genuinely horrified. “I’m moving to Beauxbatons.”

Mattheo just laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he watched his friends suffer. “Best breakfast ever.”

[admirationandromantics]

Could you please write something about Chris or Josh with a virgin reader? How they'd react when they found out? How their first time would be like? Both of them strike me as virgins as well but idk🤷‍♀️

Yes, I also imagine both of them as virgins. Josh seems like he’s been all talk, no action. And Chris? Well, I feel that one is obvious. Anyways, I’ll do both in this post, and for the sake of the writing, the reader is the only virgin, not the guys. They’ve both had sex before. Just because it’s easier to work with. Anyway, enjoy <3 

Chris

He’s not surprised when you tell him, he did not think you were, but the reveal gives him a little comfort as well. Why, you ask? Because he doesn’t need to match himself up to someone else. He’s confident in his ways, and that he can make you feel good, but at the same time, this guy will never stop being insecure, and that small part of it relieved him a little. 

What he also does feel anxious about is the fact that he’ll be your first. And what do people say about their first time? Awkward, weird, nothing went as planned… He wants to make sure that your first time goes well, and that it was a good experience. “I promise, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy” “Yeah, yeah. But I’m gonna make you happy for another reason than that too” 

If you are the VERY romantic type, he’ll set everything up. A nice dinner, candles, music etc. He wants you to remember this, and trust me, remember you will. 

One of his goals is to drag out the foreplay as long as possible, wanting you to be drenched and needy for him. Better to go too slow than too quick. This makes the makeout session last way longer than necessary, and you’re starting to get impatient. “C-Chris, I need you now” “No, no, just a little bit longer” he whispers, hand in your hair, pulling you towards him. 

It’s firstly when you start unconsciously grinding on his thigh that he finally understands how down-bad you are, and he starts working on your clothing. He’s fast and gentle with his hands, easily unclasping and removing your bra. 

The cold air hitting your nipples while he admires you, hands groping and lips sucking. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, gripping his shoulders for support as he continues his assault. 

You guys move on, getting each other's clothes off, and him getting on top of you, fingers digging into your heat as you whimper. He continuously asks if you’re okay, if you’re in pain or uncomfortable. 

“You sure you want to keep going?” “Y-yes” “I can stop if-” “I swear, I’ll kill you if you stop now” “Oh? well then” a smile creeping on his lips as he drags out his fingers. 

He positions himself, using your juices as lube as he slowly moves up and down, getting ready. “Okay, we’re gonna take this slow, okay?” You nod, taking a deep breath as he fills you up, small moans leaving your mouth. He leans over you, meeting your lips in a sweet kiss, swallowing each of your sounds while pressing into you. 

“How’re you feeling?” “Fuck, just give me a couple of seconds” you whisper, adjusting and comprehending. He smiles, nodding and spending the time kissing your upper body, everything from your lips down to your breasts. 

After a while, you give him the signal, urging him to start moving. He obliges, always watching your reactions attentively to be sure you’re okay. 

As the night draws to a close, you spend the night in his arms, sleeping and cuddling. Of course, when you were done, he had a glass of water ready for you, packing you deep into the sheets and caressing your hair. 

Josh

Josh is not surprised that you’re a virgin. His suggestive comments here and there getting you so riled up that he only made the assumption. He does not feel that much pressure, only wanting your time with him to go well. 

He can be really romantic, each touch he makes both attentive and calculated. When you’re making out, he’s respectful until you ask him not to be, causing a rougher man to grope and bite you. He still doesn’t go the full way, wanting to be careful and make sure that some type of trust is established before going to second base. 

One day, you’re laying on his bed, a movie playing in the background when your attention turns to each other. This leads to a long make out session, clothes thrown across the room, but still not going further than your underwear. 

You’re hot and bothered, wanting him to take you right now. You smile as you feel him growing hard beneath you, reciprocating that craving. Thighs around his torso, ass on his pelvis, you lean down, leaving kisses on his neck and asking. “Josh, I want you” “Right now? Are you sure?” “Yes” 

He spins you around, making you gasp from your back hitting the mattress. His hands wander over your chest, going behind and unclasping your bra. You sit up a bit, helping him take it off, throwing the garment on the floor. 

“And you want to do this?” “Yes, I do” “Right now” “Are you not up for it?” “Holy fuck, I’m holding back with every fiber of my being” “Stop holding back” 

He watches you while pushing himself into you, making sure that you’re not getting hurt, and can stop at any time. He captures your lips in his, both of your moans filling the room every time you stop for air. 

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight” You can only whimper in reply, feeling him fill you up, struggling to control himself as he wants to ravage you. He gives you time to adjust, letting you signal to him when he can start moving. 

When you’re done, he holds you, praising you and asking how it was. He’s attentive and sweet, asking if you would like a bath or a shower.

[mothwingwritings]

BTD/TPOF Valentine's Gifts To You~<3

Look I know Valentine’s was days ago but it’s one of my favorite holidays and I have no chill, so you all have to deal with the residual now. (*-`ω´- )人

THAT BEING SAID- here's a little 'what kinds of gifts/experiences the Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh crew would lavish you with on Valentine's day' imagine, let’s gooo!!! I hope you all enjoy!

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Warnings: Abuse, implied past kidnapping, reader getting hurt, torture, noncon, dubcon, (please forgive the pun but) horrible people taking a stab at an ounce of ‘affection’ and mostly just making things more dreadful for you.

I hope you all enjoy! ˘³˘

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Ren🦊- Will actually get you a sweet gift, something that he put time and thought into. Chocolates, a stuffed animal, a cute outfit, a figure of your favorite game/anime character that you have been eying, maybe even all of the above if he has the budget (honestly probably all of the above even if he doesn’t have the budget). He’ll present it really cutely too, like rose petal’s littering the ground leading you to the room where all the gifts are neatly displayed, giving a little ‘tah-dah!’ as soon as you discover them. He gets really excited watching you open them, explaining his reasoning behind each and every item he purchased/made you.

“All the chocolates in store looked boring, so I decided to make you some! I added your favorite ingredients, so I hope you like them!”

“This stuffed fox was too cute to leave behind and, well… I was hoping maybe it would sort of remind you of me? Anyway, I couldn’t leave the store without him! He belongs snuggled in your arms, just like I do!”

Just be mindful that in return he’s probably gonna put on a ‘cute romance anime’ of his choosing to end the night and that ‘cute romance anime’ is 100% just going to be hentai. From there, one thing will lead to another and he’ll make sure he gets a nice Valentine’s gift too. :) Oh, and if you don't like any of the gifts... It's best just to keep it to yourself. He'd hate to have to ruin the nice time you are having on this great holiday because you are being ungrateful.

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Lawrence🪴- Flowers is a no brainer, but he doesn’t want to give you something that’s too cliché or that you’ll just throw in a vase to watch slowly die. After mulling it over he decides to give you something with a little more meaning-a plant from his collection that he planted and grew himself. He would most likely pick something like an aglaonema (its valentine colored, right?) or some kind of succulent because they are easier to take care of. He’s a little worried that you are gonna find such a gift weird or see it as a hassle, that no matter how little maintenance the plant takes you’ll just let it end up dying regardless. But he supposes if anything this will be a good test of your bond-will you cherish and nurture the gift he gives you, or will you discard it and let it wither? Don’t make the wrong choice here, it would break his heart. (And your life honestly depends on it.)

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Strade🔪- You were dreading what kind of ‘present’ this man would concoct for you on Valentine’s day, but to your complete surprise he actually prepares something shockingly thoughtful for you. He’s set up a nice little homemade dinner for the two of you in the living room, complete with mood lighting (you hoped he didn’t have any surprise uses for the candles that burned around you), nice dishes and silverware (a rare luxury, considering how he usually makes you eat your food) and some wild flowers he had picked from out in the yard (did they have thorns? Were you gonna find that out the hard way?). The dinner itself is one of your favorite meals, and while it was maybe a tad bit overcooked and plated sloppily, it still tasted incredibly good. The catch? Well, I mean you have to have some kind of entertainment while you eat, right? Good thing Strade has a plethora of ‘home videos’ on deck to enjoy with you while you have your lovely little feast. Maybe watching them will spark something between you two, it’s certainly going to put him in the mood to reenact them with you. It’s Valentine’s Day afterall, why not have a little fun? <3

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Celia👩‍💼- It really just depends on her mood or what is happening the day of. You may end up getting  something nice, a little reward from her for being such a good and obedient pet.  She’ll gift you something thoughtful and sweet, like a nice piece of jewelry, expensive chocolate, or finely aged wine that costs more than you make in an entire month. She’ll be relaxed and pleased as she watches you enjoy her gift, taking satisfaction in how easy it was for her to delight you. On the other hand, if she is in a horrible mood or (god forbid) was forced to spend the holiday with her husband, the only thing you are going to be receiving is the brunt of her frustrations. If he bought her chocolates she’d force you to eat them all in one go, prying your mouth open to shove them in herself if you refuse to do it on your own, cramming them in until you nearly choke. If he bought her flowers she’d flog you with the bouquet, rose thorns tearing into your flesh until you were left in a pile of petals and your own blood, body littered with lacerations and angry red welts. Whatever half assed gift she was given or horrible date she was put through, has now become your problem as she uses you as an outlet for her resentment. And for the final celebratory Valentine’s act, she’d use you however she saw fit to get off (because she sure as hell isn’t getting any pleasure anywhere else tonight). Mine as well make the most of her time with her little sweetheart before she’s forced to go back and face whatever is waiting for her back home. You understand, right honey?

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Derek🦂- Honestly he forgets it’s Valentine’s Day, but it really doesn’t matter. He wasn’t going to go out of his way to get you anything or do anything for you anyway. If anything, he’d buy something for himself that he can either use on you or force you into for his own personal amusement. Some kind of constricting, demeaning latex gimp suit, or maybe a new whip he can assault you with. The more it hurts or humiliates you the better, because nothing brings him more pleasure than watching you suffer and squirm. Regardless of if he remembers the holiday or not, he’ll probably just spend the day mocking, assaulting, and/or torturing you anyway-once he recognizes the date, he may even go a little harder than usual as a treat to himself.  What are you gonna do, cry because your ‘Valentine’ is being mean to you? Hearing you beg, curse, moan, and scream in agony over all that he’s putting you through only makes it better, sweetheart. Like music to his ears! Even though it’s far from your intention, you are the best Valentine he’s ever had and though he won’t admit it, he’s thankful to you for that. Then again, maybe the holiday is just making him feel particularly sappy… Has he ever told you how pretty your tear stained face looks when you are choking on his dick, struggling to breathe as he forces himself down your throat? He’ll have to take a picture to show you next time.

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Mason🌲- He’s not very well versed with the ‘typical’ things people want or do for Valentine’s Day, and quite honestly, he finds it all rather obnoxious. To him it’s just some big show, a way for corporations to profit off people’s affections and sex drives to get them to spend money on cheap tokens of affection. Flower bouquets? They’ll just die. Stuffed animals? There’s no point to them. Jewelry? Useless baubles. No, the TRUE way to show your love for someone is through an EXPERIENCE. And what better experience is there then the thrill of nature? Maybe that makes him seem like a one trick pony- he did first meet you by purchasing you for his hunt, after all. But things were different now, you have proven yourself to him, proven that you have the know-how to survive out in the wilds. Now that you mastered it, you can truly enjoy it. He can tell you still didn’t really trust him (and honestly he isn’t sure you ever truly will) but he has faith you’ll eventually come around to this new way of life with him. He loves taking you out hunting and camping, the excitement he feels stalking his prey, the sense of purpose and connection he experiences living off of nature’s bounty, he’s found its much more enjoyable with you by his side. He hopes you feel it too- the buzz coursing through the air as he finally corners his quarry, how rousing it is when you land the final blow and get to drag your prize back home. He makes you watch as he skins and cleans them, finding importance in the act. You need to witness him doing his craft, learn from him, and really understand that you’re relying on him for your survival. Afterall it’s just the two of you out here now, it’s better to get used to it sooner rather than later. Come on, it’s time you took part in helping him prepare his slaughter. After you are done he’ll use the meat to cook you something nice, or prepare you some jerky so you’ll have something to snack on. This lifestyle is his ongoing gift to you, darlin’. Happy Valentine’s Day. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

[blackgirlsloveburrow]

NSFW 18+

this is kind of a part two to my joe burrow x uc student!reader fic. you can read it here:

joe and you have been secretly hanging out for a good few months now, and no one has caught on. after that crazy night, you did call him, and he was very adamant about seeing you all of the time.

“joe i can’t come to your house i have homework to do. philosophy is kicking my butt right now,” you sighed.

“baby you can just do it here, i’ll pick you up myself,” he begged.

you laughed. “there’s no way you are bringing that expensive ass car around this run down neighborhood. also you know you’re gonna try to distract me from doing homework the whole time i’m there,” you replied.

“okay you win. but i wanna see you tonight for sure,” he said trying to compromise.

“i was gonna pick up a shift at work later. im trying to save up to buy some new headphones”.

“fuck work. i’ll literally buy you anything you want,” he said aggravated.

“ugh joe you know how i feel about th-“

he cut you off. “i’m picking you up now, and don’t worry i’ll bring one of my more inconspicuous cars. i’ll see you in a bit!”.

he hung up. you flopped in your pillow and groaned. your life has totally changed with him in it. you’re both grateful, but slightly peeved about his generosity towards you. i mean you’re not a person who is used to being spoiled by others. he’s always buying you nice things way out of the price range for a college student.

how do you explain to your friends you have multiple telfar tote bags all of a sudden? lululemon sets? etcetera.

you’re also basically always at his house. his cook makes meals for you, his driver takes you to class, things you would have never imagined for yourself.

let’s not get started on the college life of it all. he doesn’t like you going to frats because he hates all college guys (you can’t say you blame him), every time you mention going to a uc football game he’ll buy you guys box seats to go, and your friends are practically begging you to show your “sneaky link”. it’s very exhausting sometimes.

you definitely are in love with him though.

he’s so sweet and protective of you. he makes sures you’re always eating and not stressing about school. he’s even introduced you to his family and teammates after his games which makes you think maybe you could call him your boyf-

there’s a knock on the door.

you go answer it. it’s joe. all in his 6’4 glory.

“hey,” he smiles. bending down to kiss you.

“hi,” you blush.

“are you ready to go?” he asks.

“yeah let me just pack my book bag and some clothes”.

“you have clothes at the house,” he reminds you.

“oh well i get nervous wearing those. they’re just so nice i don’t want to stand out too much,” you laugh awkwardly.

“well you gotta get used to standing out if you’re with me,” he replied.

“well no one really knows about us,” you say walking to your room. he shuts the front door and follows you.

“well. i want more people to know because…,” he trails off.

“because?” you echo him.

“because i want you to officially be my girlfriend”.

you started at him silently.

“i was going to take you to dinner and properly ask but i couldn’t wait,” he said rubbing the back of his head.

in response you stand on the tips of your toes, wrap you arms around his neck, and pull him into a deep and passionate kiss. he reciprocates it, putting his hands on your sides.

when you guys finished, you responded.

“yes. i’ll be your girlfriend,” you say smiling widely.

he picks you up and spins you around, smiling too.

"alright get your stuff together and change so i can go feed you,” he says.

fast forward a little later in the night, you guys are at a really nice restaurant. you just finished your food and had a couple of drinks, and decided to sit on the same side of the booth as joe. he has his hand on your thigh feeling the material of your dress. you’re kissing his jaw and face.

“let’s go to the car baby,” he says. both amused by your affection and a little hard. he gets the check and leads you to the parking garage.

he pushes you up against his car and starts making out with you. his hands gripping your hips as he rubs his bulge against you.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he breathes.

before you guys can go any farther he opens the car door for you. you get in and he gets in on his side. he speeds home, breaking a few traffic laws on the way.

you guys make it to the bedroom. he takes off your dress and undergarments. you take off his dress shirt and slide off his underwear and pants.

he’s standing and you get down on your knees in front of him.

you start jerking him off while sucking his tip. he throws his head back in pleasure.

“fuck you suck daddy’s dick so well baby,” he moans. he puts his hand on the back of your head and you start to go deeper, feeling him in the back of your throat.

he pulls you off of him after a while, looking at your watery eyes and saliva around your mouth. he makes you stand up. his hands go down to mess with your aching pussy.

“you’re sopping wet and i haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. you whine, embarrassed.

he continues. “daddy’s gonna fuck you so good baby”.

he backs you into the wall and picks you up by your thighs. you can feel his breath on your face as he lines his tip with your pussy. he pulls your body down on him in one swift motion. he instantly bottoms out in you. you moan loudly.

he starts picking up the pace. basically pulling your body down onto his girth. he’s so big.

then, with your legs around him, he carries your body and puts your back onto the bed, barely having a second before he starts thrusting into you again.

he’s hitting your g-spot so aggressively you start getting ready to unfold. the bed is shaking.

“i-i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum joey” you moan.

he starts to go faster, chasing his own high. you come undone, and he starts to get close too.

“i’m gonna cum in you baby fuck,” he grabs your throat and kisses your mouth as pumps his load deep inside of you.

as soon as you guys calm down he pulls out of you. you’re tired afterwards. he gets you one of his shirts to throw on and you guys cuddle in bed. he turns on the tv only to be met with a picture on the news of you guys kissing in the parking garage.

people sure are quick.

you guys just look at eachother and sigh. he kisses your forehead. you guys will just have to figure it out tomorrow.

[lovebugmusings]

thinking unholy thoughts today. Omegaverse141's alphas would be great at cockwarming. Hmmm imagine popping a knot and then switching to short thrusting and grinding while cumming the whole time while their omega milks them dryyy hrghhh. bonusbpoints if theyre vocal about it. Need that dick DEEP lmao

oh they’re so so good at cockwarming.

simon loves it because it’s the closeness. if he could he’d open his rib cage and let you build a nest in there. but he can’t so instead he just knots and fills with cum.

when you cockwarm him his arms wrap around you and pull you close, letting you grind and give shallow little bounces while kissing his chest. sometimes he likes just having you knotted on him, sitting on the sofa watching a movie or reading a book. just having you

when johnny cockwarms him it’s usually after sex. johnny can’t just cockwarm. has to be fucked stupid before being plugged all nice. the snoring beta, smiling in his sleep while simon holds him.

kyle cockwarming simon is usually while spooning in bed. simon runs the hottest of the pack and when it’s cold, he warms the beta inside and out. gently rocks into him until he cums then they curl up and fall asleep, knotted together so pretty.

simon’s only been cockwarmed by john once and it was during his first alpha heat. poor baby came so hard he passed out still knotted inside. john just ran his hand in soothing circles until simon woke up

for john it’s the possessiveness. the “you’re not going anywhere, this hole is mine” of it all

so when you cockwarm him, he makes sure his knot is as physically far inside of you as possible. you can rock slightly, but any further? nope. he’s not letting you. want to cum on his cock? he’ll happily play with your clit and bite at your neck. loves how you choke his cock with your pussy

but simon cockwarming him is so gentle. lots of “my sweet boy” and “my handsome alpha”. it has simon shuddering and clenching around price. usually they’re cuddled up on the sofa or in bed, and it’s usually when simon just needs the closeness. of course, john always makes sure he cums, and if simon wants a proper fucking, he’s in a mating press in no time.

johnny is, as above, insatiable and can never just cockwarm. but unlike simon, price is very good at keeping johnny in his place. maybe it’s practice as an alpha, maybe simon is just too sweet on the beta. doesn’t matter. but cockwarming without the proper fucking, for soap, is a horrid punishment. he is plugged and full, so his brain is drifting off, but he can’t cum without more.

similar to kyle cockwarming simon, when he warms john it’s cuddling and spooning. but sometimes gaz seeks out price to sit in his cock and fall asleep there. he’ll slide down onto price’s cock, rock back and forth until his knot pops, then curls up into the alpha’s shoulder and has a snooze. this usually ends with him waking up with an orgasm and price’s spit-slick hand on his cock

i don’t think simon or john are all that vocal with cockwarming alone when it’s their cock being warmed, but si definitely whines while rocking himself on price (idk why i’ve decided alpha simon is a whiner but he is. almost exclusively with price though)

[luvyeni]

MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter 3. )

— CHAPTER THREE: lovestreams …

— 𖦹 warnings? 18+, cursing, masturbation, jeongin is down bad ( this is told in jeongins pov )

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jeongin genuinely was gonna go to sleep, but han jisung put the thought into his head. “fuck it.” he got up — sitting at his desk, opening his laptop. “oh that’s right.” he grabbed his headphones, sitting back down.

after plugging his headphones in, he typed in his favorite sight, scrolling through the main feed, searching for his favorite cam girl. “shit.” he cursed realizing she wasn’t streaming that night. should he just go to bed then? but he was already hard.

he was about to head to twitter, when he got a popup ad. “hm?” he read the words on the screen. “love streams?” he never heard of it, he shrugged, clicking the ad — what’s the worst that could happen.

he rid himself of his jeans while waiting for the page to load. his eyes widened at the new selection of girls, this sight was much bigger than the previous one, his cock twitched at the all the content.

he scrolled down, palming himself until he came across the top streamers selections. he scrolled over searching for the best one until he stopped at one. “lovergirl?” he clicked the screen, your body coming into frame, the camera off your face — you must want to keep your identity hidden.

“hi everyone!” your voice low and seductive, but also had a sweetness to it — that was what he liked the best.

“did you guys miss me?” you asked, your white robe hanging off your shoulders along with your bra strap. “yes? good i missed you guys to.” you chuckled, his cock was begging to be freed. “oh you want me to take it off?” you pulled at the robe, he nodded his head, like you could see him.

“if i do something nice for you, doesn’t that mean you have to do something nice for me?” he knew what that meant, so did the other viewers, because soon your tip jar was filling up. he reached for his card, typing in his credit card information.

he typed in $50 without flinching, you smiled at all the donations. “you guys are too kind.” you said, coming closer to the camera, he could now see your plump lips, your boobs about to spill from your bra, he bit his lip. “i guess i owe you guys something.”

you slowly undid your robe, letting it fall, your bra was next, you slowly pulled down the straps, undoing the latches, watch the bra fall into your lap, your boobs bouncing from being freed, he could hold it anymore, he stood up, pulling his underwear down, he cock sprung from his boxers, hitting his abdomen. “shit, he hissed.”

“is this what you guys wanted?” you chuckled , squeezing your boobs together, they looked so soft, he could only imagine what they felt like. “fuck.” he squeezed the base of his cock, teasing himself.

“no? this isn’t what you want?” your lips formed a pout, he thought about what they would look like covered in his cum. “well what is it you want?”

he quickly typed into the chat box. ‘your pants, take your pants off.’

“my shorts?” his heart fluttered, he knew there was thousands of comments saying the same thing, but it felt like you were personally answering him. “don’t you like them?” you teased, pulling at your waistband, a whimper emitting from your lips as you let it go, the elastic snapping against your waist.

“i wore them especially for you.” for him? that made him squeeze his cock, he for sure found his new favorite streamer.

“i guess you have to do something else for me.” he quickly typed in $100 dollars, he knew he shouldn’t have spend that much, but he was desperate — clicking the send button. “oh? 100 dollars, you must be really eager.” he froze, you were talking about him.

“what’s your name?” you said. “thank you FOX.YJN, everyone say thank you to FOX.YJN.” he smiled, the way you said his name, fuck he was gonna cum, he had to stop himself, you hadn’t even done anything, yet you had this hold on him.

you sat back, your legs fully on display, as you took off your shorts, revealing your white matching lace underwear, a wet patch in the middle. “shit.” he whispered, as you rubbed yourself through your underwear. “fuck.” you whimpered.

he seen the tips go up, and the comments telling you to remove your underwear, he didn’t hesitate to type in another $150, hitting send. “o-oh, YJN seems to want it more than any of you tonight.”

you slid your panties down your leg, spreading your legs, your wet cunt on display. “i’m so wet right now.” you moaned, rubbing your folds slowly. “f-feels so good.”

jeongin began to move his hand up and down his cock, moving slowly with you. “fu-fuck please speed up.” he groaned to himself, but it seemed like you answered his prayers, your fingers slowly entering your cunt, you moaned.

the noises from your pussy filling up his earbuds, as you sped up. “fu-fuck my fingers aren’t enough.” you moaned. “i wish it was yours.” he moaned, probably louder than he should’ve, but hearing you say that, in that whiny tone drove him crazy.

“fuck i’m gonna cum.” you whimpered. “m-me too.” he sighed, squeezing his tip. “fuck, please cum with me, cum with me please.” your begging really pushed him over the edge.

“fuck, i’m cumming!” you screamed, cumming all over your fingers. “shit.” he came right after, cum spurting from his tip, covering his hand and shirt. “oh fuck.”

you were talking to the camera as he came down from your high. “wow you guys tipped a lot tonight.” you giggled, your lips swollen from biting them.

“i should show my face next time?” you read the comments. “i told you guys already, maybe one day, but not right now.”

you interacted with a few more comments before, you slid your robe back on, covering your body. “i have to go now guys.” you pouted. “i know, i wish i could stay with you guys longer, maybe next time.”

you blew a kiss to the camera, before the stream cut off — leaving jeongin to sit with his thoughts, fuck it was his first time watching you, yet you left this impact on him, he had to see more of you.

he closed his laptop, grimacing at the sticky mess he created. “i guess i should get cleaned up.” he got up from his chair.

it hadn’t even hit him that he spent 300 dollars.

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[kathelovecatsandfeminism]

Sex on fire

Warnings: Eddie Munson x reader; SMUT; p in v; unprotected sex; pet names; oral sex (f!receving); no use of y/n English is not my first language and the work is not fully proofread so ignore mistakes and be nice In the country where I live it's summer and it's really hot and I'm in a really bad mood too

It was a hot as hell summer in NY, the kind where clothes stuck to your skin and your skin was shiny, it was unbearable and even more unbearable was living with your terrible mood in the heat. Eddie wasn't the type to brag about putting up with you now, he definitely will.

He wasn't exactly happy working to survive and studying just to go back to that hot little apartment of yours wasn't very good, but you overdid it.

He already knew and even understood your low tolerance for stupid questions, but when you were in that state absolutely everything sounded like stupidity in his ears, so he would spend the whole day listening to your sarcasm and mocking comments for anything he did. But still, he was a good friend so he charitably started thinking of ways to lessen your latent stress.

“Let’s go to the public pool, it’ll be cool” Eddie offers on a random day “And swim in the dirt, sweat and inevitably pee of strangers? Are you crazy Munson” “So if it was in the dirt, sweat and pee of acquaintances, it would be okay?”

The result of the conversation was a dirty look and a slap on the back of his head

After watching Eddie buy so many bags of ice you asked him “It’s for the heat, I don’t know, to rub it on your body or something” “Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll all be a mess” with an irritated huff he gave the ice back

The heat must have been cooking his brain because he was running out of ideas, you didn’t exactly have the money to buy a better air conditioner and you were acting like a brat telling him to, but no he didn’t give up

One day Eddie arrives with bags full of popsicles and shoves them all in the freezer “Do you intend to eat all of that” you point out with disdain. Munson needs to take a deep breath to answer you “I don’t plan on it, it’s for both of us, cheap, tasty and fun to survive the heat” “I don’t know Eddie… all this industrialized sugar we’re going to get diabetic and unhappy eating it and it doesn’t even look good” Eddie ended up stuffing a whole popsicle in his mouth so he wouldn’t yell at you

He really had no more ideas, you know, the heat made him slightly inattentive and uncomfortable, just as he imagines it would be the same for you, but that specific day he thought that you must have gotten up with the wrong foot of the bed, because you were 100x more annoying and it was the day for both of you, you know? The Saturday of trashy movies eating junk, that day was sacred for both of you, you rested even if just a little from the problems of work and the routine of studying at university, a moment for laughter and fun, but you were managing to ruin the fucking night by complaining about absolutely everything in the movie because apparently the actors didn't seem committed to what they were doing, just like the colors on the TV were wrong, Eddie seemed to be chewing too loudly and the tip was too salty and oh yes! the chocolate was too sweet. He would gladly let you smoke all of his weed if it made you a little less annoying, but the universe would not be merciful to him and gave you asthma. And now Eddie was in a bad mood, a really bad mood. It was taking a lot out of him not to yell at you right now. So he sat up in his seat on the soybean, took a deep breath and adopted a low and severe tone.

“If you roll those eyes of yours at me one more time, I guarantee we’ll have problems.” It took him a while to formulate the sentence, especially because he himself didn’t know exactly where he was going with it. By God, he just wanted you to go back to acting like a normal human being, but wasn’t that asking too much?

“Sorry, what do you mean by that, Munson?” Perched on the couch, you turned to him and finished the sentence by pointing your index finger in his face. Then, as if by magic, he remembered that there was another way to calm you down that he had been thinking about a lot. So, against all reason, Eddie took the finger you were pointing at him to his lips, circling it with his tongue. And he couldn’t believe it.

That really made you shut up.

Your face had been filled with confusion and a hint of curiosity, since you didn't pull away or protest against him Eddie took this as a green light his calloused fingers from playing guitar wrapped around your wrist, gently at first, taking your index finger from his mouth and bringing your wrist up to place small kisses all over it until a shaky sigh left your lips and he felt your heartbeat increase under his touch he smiled devilishly at this with his courage regained he pushed you into the worn green soybean, keeping one hand on the side of your head for support while the other remained on your wrist and he hovered over you he lowered his head, getting close enough to your ear to whisper "we can stop now… or I can find a way to make you soft again" he turned to your eyes, breaths connected "you're the boss, love" too eager to respond you pulled Eddie by his messy curls for a heated and hurried kiss, trying to tame his rhythm he pushed his tongue against your mouth, asking to enter, and as soon as you opened the way, he was claiming all the space for himself. He let the weight of his body fall on yours, finding space between your legs. His hands went down to your sides, exploring your bare thighs, exploring under your white t-shirt, squeezing. That's when he pressed his weight against your clothed center and a needy whimper escaped your lips between the kiss and he smiled victoriously like the fucking Cheshire "that's all you needed, wasn't it, love?" He teased, applying more pressure to that spot and eliciting another moan from you "you just needed someone to fuck you silly, didn't you?" Oh, at this point, and in the state you were in, pretending that you weren't turned on as hell was foolish and you wanted him so bad that your answer was a whimper of his name "it's okay, I got you"

Even though Eddie seemed to be very calm and in control he was quite affected, like this was really happening, damn you guys were really going to have sex and that made his mind race really fast, because yes, of course there were like three or four times that things got tense between you but neither of you did anything about it and well he had a considerable crush on you for a while, Steve had been bugging him about the sexual tension that was between the two of you but it's not like you guys talked about it like "hey what do you think about us fucking hard just to test something out?" So yes he was a little nervous, information that was completely erased from his brain as soon as you started grinding against his groin because he had stopped moving, that definitely brought him back to reality. He stood up - not before giving you one last kiss - and got on his knees between your legs. “You know, I like these shorts, but I would like them even more off you.” With dilated pupils, sweaty skin and hurried breathing, you just nodded in affirmation.

Everything was painfully slow, but totally deliberate the way he unbuttoned and dragged the shorts down your thighs, taking off your panties last. When he stood up and stood in front of the couch, you made a squeak of discontent, but it died in your throat as soon as you saw the tall dark-haired man kneeling on the floor and pulling your legs to the edge of the large couch. He pulled your ass right to the edge of the couch and put your legs over his shoulders. You were a little crooked, but nothing you couldn’t ignore.

Eddie opens his big lips and starts with experimental licks - God forbid he doesn’t make you feel good - but he starts to flatten the wet muscle with more force until small moans start to come out like music from your lips. Then he lifts the hood of her clitoris and begins to suck on the spot with perfect pressure while two long, thick fingers circle her wet entrance, your legs gripping tightly to his head, taking this as an incentive he slowly inserts both fingers and begins to curve them upwards, entering and exiting in a programmed rhythm and he doesn't want to brag but the way your pussy is squeezing his fingers as well as her legs around his head and a loud sound comes out of your mouth it's hard not to be convinced.

His fingers are longer and thicker than yours, filling you in a good way, being curved, scissoring inside you - you watched the way he played the guitar, it was impossible not to be good with his hands - continually hitting the right spot in the right way and his mouth… god you wanted to scream, you wanted to grab him by the hair and fuck yourself in his face and you probably did, cumming loud and hard while reciting his name. Eddie accompanied you all the way down to the point of having to push him away when the sensitivity became too strong.

What you got when you propped yourself up on your elbows was Eddie lying on the floor with glazed eyes and - now you blushed like a tomato - your own excitement shone all over the boy's face from the nose down. Eddie had a silly smile on his lips “that's was hot as hell, babe”

God you wanted to die of embarrassment, but the pain you felt for him was much greater You gave him my best fuck me eyes but Eddie seemed absorbed in a spell making you use your voice

“please Edds I need you so much” to emphasize you were opening your legs more and more as you spoke and caressed your own body, THAT seemed to bring him back to himself And less than a minute he was already on top of you half naked and frustrated, frustrated because he still hadn't seen your breasts - believe me he thought about them a lot - then with a slight frown of concentration - he started to take off your blouse that you generously lifted to help, you weren't wearing a bra.

As he threw his shirt somewhere in the living room, you took the opportunity to take a good look at Eddie - not that you had never done that before, several times you had found him wandering around the apartment in his underwear, thinking you were not home, but now it was different - his chest was wide and expanded with his tense breathing, the happy trail of black hair was what caught your attention the most, especially the point where it disappeared above the waistband of his underwear. You could tell two things from that more intentional look: Eddie was hard as hell; and he was not exactly a small guy.

You really wanted to feel him inside you, as soon as possible

He seemed to have other plans, because after paying due attention to the girl below him, he attacked her breasts with a ferocity that elicited from her what began as a little scream and died as a moan when he pulled one of her nipples between his teeth

It was a good pain that gave way to his wet kisses He was definitely good with his mouth It didn't take long for him to move on to the other breast, giving it the same level of treatment, but you were still all hot and irritated, he must have noticed that somehow A weak laugh came out "Ok, ok, I'll give you what you want, doll" He ran his hand through his hair and looked around as if looking for something "Hm, do you have a condom here?" in response you just whimper and pull him by the shoulders crashing your lips against his, he excitedly reciprocated, a mess of tongues and teeth He pulls away just a little to breathe and he almost asks again until “i’m clean you know” you say like it’s nothing while playing with his curly hair that falls over his face Eddie seems affected in a good way, he answers jokingly “kitten i don’t think you want a baby mun-” the rest of the sentence dies in vain as you start to write your wet pussy against his erection “please” you whisper in his ear this destroys all of eddie’s defenses, not only was he having sex with you but he was going to do it raw, he was tired of pretending that this didn’t turn him on so fucking much “jesus” he says exasperatedly between a sort of laugh and sigh “you really are something aren’t you?” He gets rid of his boxers as quickly as he can. You have to admit, Eddie is beautiful in every way, his already weeping cock would be no different. When he lines himself up at your entrance you both stare down as he slowly enters you inch by inch, there is a nice burn. You both sigh as he reaches the bottom. Eddie's eyes are squeezed shut as if the sensation is almost overwhelming "god you feel so good" he says more to himself then you call out to him and his eyes open, you bring your hand to his cheek, affectionately, looking into his eyes, it's strange but good so good, somehow more intimate than being inside you to the hilt, he feels like he has to kiss you and he does it's slow and deliberate, it's deep, he bites and licks, it's his lips that set the pace and when you realize he pulls out halfway only to slam his way back in hard and deep, languid You moan into his lips Eddie goes deep, to the hilt and comes back only to slam again and again, for him it's still not enough, even if you're just a whimper. At one point he grabs your legs that were around his waist and bends you in half, now your calves over his shoulders and when he hits you it's much deeper, much more intense, eliciting a scream from you - he seems to like it - you swear you feel every curve and every vein of his cock filling you and hitting that spongy spot in you, stealing your lungs, his pubic hair stimulating your clitoris when your hips are together, you're already very out of it, but you feel a heat, a tingling forming in your lower abdomen.

Eddie is also a mess now with his face hidden in your neck, biting, kissing and moaning, you're close, he can feel the way you're strangling his cock, he won't be able to take much more, so one of his hands slips between your bodies and starts making firm circles on your clitoris. You can feel the pressure building and building until your back bends, your toes curl and you cum hard, calling Eddie's name like a prayer.

Eddie is not far away, his thrusts erratic and his breathing very shallow, he quickly pulls out of you and masturbates a few times very enthusiastically until he releases thick white ropes of semen on your belly and falls on top of you tired, sweaty, smelling of sex like the whole room. You don't even care about the mess between your bodies, too far away now to care about anything.

The two of you spend a few minutes like that waiting for your breathing to stabilize until Eddie gets up, but remains between your legs, half enchanted by his mark smeared on your abdomen. Smiling you notice his gaze "liking the view?" "I don't know, are you going to be nice to me now, doll?" he responds biting his lip. The two of you burst out laughing.

[muttsupreme]

subby romey getting overstimmed,,? in a nice way? 🫠

of course nice. we’re all nice here, right? looks around the room

Roman is a crybaby. Hey, to an extent, he deserves to be, and it kind of validates you, because he’s not uninterested in making you cry about half of the time. But he’s also mean, so mean, and he takes your kindness like a snippy dog at first.

It’d start off with him burying his face in your hair. You’re jerking him off on the couch as Truly, Madly, Deeply plays. What? It’s romcom night! He’s not really watching anyways, he’s got his eyes closed and his pants pulled down to his mid-thigh, still dressed in his work clothes aside from the shoes he’d kicked off as soon as he walked through the door. He’d make little whines and mumble stuff and slowly stutter his hips up to fuck your hand in return. he tries to imagine it’s your hole — any of ‘em, really.

“Thank you, baby, good job, taking over like that,” you encourage when he slams his hips in a nice little rhythm that still stutters and falters, but it’s almost like he thinks he’s fucking you. He cums like he is, with a quick, “oh ff-fuck,” mere seconds before he creams your hand, pulling back to make sure your palm catches it as it spurts out the tip. It drips down his dick and onto his balls, but at least it didn’t hit your face or his shirt. He thanks god his instincts saved him some minor embarrassment.

But your hand doesn’t stop. you keep on keepin’ on, even as he softens. He squirms, and jolts when you lean to cup his balls.

“Fuck you, what am I, your joystick?” he whines as you massage his sack and jerk his cock.

“Just one more. I barely got to enjoy it the first time, you came so quick.” He moans at that, thighs clenching.

“Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, kissing down your neck to your collarbone. It’s more for him than you, really. He likes your taste, breathes deeply in shaky, sharp breaths. He sounds like he’s getting hurt, like someone just knocked the breath from his lungs. He softens, a little more than you like. You straddle him.

“What do you want,” you say it as a soft demand. It’s less of a question. “Speak, use your big boy words.” It’s like you’re talking to a dog — a very beloved dog, one you let sleep at the end of your bed.

“In the whole world, or—?”

“You know.”

“This’n,” he slips his hands under your skirt. Feels around, finds your pussy lips, pulls them apart at the front through your panties. His eyes can’t see through fabric, and he doesn’t lift the skirt, he’s just being sort of sweet, you think; innocent, almost. Which is surprising when you consider that he’s basically the devil any other time.

“What’s ‘this one’? Hm?” you ask sweetly, like coaxing his obedience, like making him say it out loud is comparable to making a dog do a trick.

“Your cunt? Pussy? The slip-n-slide in? Do you just like hearing dirty words?”

“You know what to say,” you say, kissing the arch of his nose and then the tip. God, you don’t ride his face enough, you gotta do that more often, utilize his assets.

He whines and bucks his hips, cock jostling and jumping. You’re so beautiful above him. Why does he think he can treat you like this? You’re not one to joke with. You’re a goddess. Your presence is so unique. Irreplaceable. You’re strong, tough in ways he’s not sure he can really replicate. He’d have to either kill himself or become the next unabomber if you left him. There’d be nothing left of him, no remnants, not a scrap.

“Your royal hotness, may you please stick my teenie-weenie in your peeeeeerrrfect puss-puss?” he has a giggle, a drunken one. Your feet curl under the backs of his knees. He likes their warmth, he likes that it makes him feel both big and strong while also being your fucking accessory. You can climb all over him if you want.

“Nope. Try again,” you allow him a second attempt, knowing that he’s still high off of having just came and still twitchy. You grind down on his soft cock.

“C-Caaaaann…I please, please use your pussy?” His hands grip your upper thighs.

“My what? My what pussy? Is it nice?” you decide to coax, tease him, playfully bully him even, into being sweet.

“No, it’s mean—,” he says, half-joking. “Yeah, yeah your pussy is nice. It’s…pretty. It’s warm. Your pretty pussy.” All the blood is rushing from his brain back to his oversensitive cock at the thought of it.

“Good. Nice boy,” you clumsily fumble on his lap to tug your panties down and off. “Real good job.” Your skirt is lifted, held in your hands.

He’s salivating. Literally feels his mouth water a little bit. His eyes are staring, just completely entranced by your pussy, gentle hands softer than you can imagine spreading your pussy lips and drooling over your clit.

He grabs his dick, lines it up with your hole. You’ll allow it, you’ll clench over his pulsing, leaking tip begging to be let in and grin as he lets out some breathy, sharp exhale. His brain is marshmallow fluff, a fluffernutter sandwich, and his hips twitch up to try at slipping the tip inside, just the tip, please.

“Uhn-uhn,” you angle your hips in a position where his tip is still pressed against your hole, but you know he can’t get in. “You can’t handle that right now.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles, so immature. “Yes I can. I’m — do you think I’m some cuck, king of celibate town?”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment of silence where he kind of cedes his case. Like yeah, okay, you might be just kidding, but you’re kind of right, so I give up. He’s all pouty and twitchy. You roll your hips, his tip slips from the home it’s made, edging at your pussy, and the girth of his cock spreads between the puffiness of your labia. It has you both a little surprised by how good it feels.

“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” he whines, hips twitching up and down in an almost embarrassing fashion, slightly out of control in his own body from having came mere minutes ago and now this. Yeah, maybe he can’t handle being inside, but he wants to be close to you. You’re ruining his whole ‘romance’ thing.

“Then it’s perfect for you,” you say, riding his cock — except, his cock between your pussy lips. He grips tight, whining, bucking his hips beneath you as you try to keep a steady pace. His eyes look watery.

“Mean. You are mean tonight, bitch,” his voice wobbles. It’s so, so silly, because you know he’s exactly where he wants to be right now, and it puts you in a nice position. He’s all yours right now, and you like, kind of can do whatever the fuck, and he’ll just nod his little head and pucker his lips for a kiss.

His hips twitch and twitch as you rub back and forth on his cock, and fuck — the tip prods your hole again, just a little. Your hole flutters, because he’s just leaking, and his cock is so hot and throbbing against you. You give some small mercy, your hands caressing his face, thumbing over his eyes and eyebrows down to his scruffy cheeks, kissing him sweetly and chastely. He follows you, tugs you back down, and you allow it. Perfect moment to let his tip push in, right?

He gasps into the kiss but doesn’t — can’t stop kissing you. You think you feel him trying to mumble your name through his lips mashing against yours sloppily and desperately, you think you feel wetness around your mouth and a little dribble of drool as his tongue puppy-dog kisses you.

“Told you, you couldn’t handle it right now.”

“Huh?”

You just snicker. He’s out of it, and even just the tip has his balls drawing up, fucking ready to blow his load.

“Nothing, Romeyrome,” you kiss a speckled mark on his cheek near his nose. “Go ahead, get it over with,” you encourage.

“Get it — ffuck, fuck, over with? You’re so romantic, I’m buying you a Nicholas Sparks novel to compare notes with.”

He whines as you laugh, partly because of your laugh, because he made you laugh. You reach down to rest your warm palms on the throbbing base and oh fuck, he can’t take it. He jerks his hips, grabbing your free hand to kiss the inside of and mumble your name into. He playfully gnaws at it until his head falls back. His eyes still look up at you, even when you look away.

You run your hand down from the base of his cock, your hips still wiggling with just the tip in, and you cup his ballsack, rolling them with your thumb and squeezing them gently.

“Let me in, let me just cum inside, I can’t hold back anymore,” he pleads, breathless.

“No,” you grin, “you can’t take it, honey. Just the tip.”

But he’s a tricky boy, tricky — the minute he gasps, clearly cumming, he lifts his hips off the bed, holding your hips down, pushing all the way in, nice and deep. You decide, okay, that’s his choice, next is mine, right?

You ride him as he cums and long after, and fuck, he’s making almost pained noises. He’s crying, actually, haphazardly gripping your thighs.

“Please, please, can’t you just, fuck, you’re milking my load out of me, fuck you, you — you fuckin’—,” he can’t finish his sentence without an awful, heartfelt little whine, loud as can be, like a pitiful puppy. “Incubus,” he finally finds the word, his thighs twitching beneath yours, hips stuttering up.

“Cum for me, too, what — what do you, can’t you just tell me what to do,” he’s so desperate in his pathetic babbling that it’s sweet.

“Just enjoy it, Roro,” you soothe. He’s so sweet. You can’t resist planting little kisses across his face. He leans into them all.

“Can’t stop, Jesus, can’t fucking stop—,”

“Then don’t stop, get it all out.” You kiss away a few stray tears, and he’s already came once outside of you and once inside, but from how he grips your hips and tries slamming up into you from beneath, you’re pretty sure he came a third time.

There’s a pause. You stop only for a moment, and he’s practically wheezing trying to catch his breath. It’s been a while, you get it; cumming three times in a row, not having to hold back for some fucking fulfillment of a role or whatever, it exhausts you both.

“You gotta let me eat your incubus pussy now.”

“Nooo,” you say, the way one would scold a puppy. “You need to go to bed, honeybunch. That’s that. Doctor’s orders.”

“The doctor’s a quack, let me at it. You drained me dry with your cum-sucking vampire-pussy, so can’t you just let me…sate you?”

You kiss him on the lips.

“I’ll use my face washcloth to clean you up if you drop it.”

He shuts up real quick. Makes a motion of zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

[strniohoeee]

Disdain

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: Matt wants to keep Y/N, but won’t be her man’s, so what happens when they go to a Halloween party, and Matt sees something he doesn’t like🫠

Warnings⚠️: This is straight up SMUT. There’s smacking, degrading, manhandling. It’s just filthy sooo read at your own risk

Song for the imagine: Drama-Roy Woods ft. Drake, Thong Song- Sisqo

This story is 18+, so if you’re a minor DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

Matt and I had been in this weird gray area of being a couple, but not really being a couple. Like he was so sweet to me, and would take me out on dates and treat me like his girl, but then wouldn’t call me his girlfriend or be with me publically.

I hated it so much because he would treat me like I was his, but really I wasn’t, and anytime I brought this up he would go on this whole rant of “it doesn’t matter . Who cares about labels” My issue with that was he’s had girlfriends publically in the past, so I wasn’t sure what changed when it came to me.

About a month ago when he and I were doing really well, and acting like a real couple we decided we wanted to be Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit for this Halloween party his brothers and I got invited to. Slowly I started looking into buying the costume parts, but when he started pissing me off I had only purchased the red sparkly strapless dress.

About two weeks before the party I decided I was no longer going to match costumes with him, but I didn’t tell him I wanted him to look like an idiot. Just how he made me look like one

The night of the party I had went over to the triplets house to get ready with them. Still Matt didn’t suspect a thing, but I had been distant these past two weeks not really talking to him or hugging or kissing him. He just assumed we were on our “break” and he didn’t really care. Not shocked

The party started at 11, and we were all finishing up our costumes. We decided to all walk out one by one and show them off.

Nick was Corlines other dad, and Madi was the other mother, Chris was Steve Harrington, and Matt came out dressed as Roger rabbit.

The only person who knew I changed my costume was Nick, and he was trying to keep his composure looking at Matt dressed like a fool.

“Okay Y/N come out” Madi said clapping her hands together

I walked out in my strapless sparkly red dress that pushed my boobs up nice and high, and the slit was from my bikini line down to my ankles. Sadly I wasn't going to be going commando as my whole ass would be out with a slight movement, so I had on a red thong. I had a gold leg garter that had a red heart on it, and my black stiletto heels. I had my makeup done like a sad flapper

“What do we think” I said spinning around

“BETTY BOOP” Chris screamed jumping up and down. Betty boop was one of Chris weird cartoon crushes

I nodded my head at this giving them a slight spin around

“You look so fucking hot” Madi came screeching over to me and grabbing my hands

“Y/N this costume is too good” Nick said in a giddy way

“What the fuck” Matt finally says with a straight face

“Oh I forgot to tell you I didn’t want to do a matching couple costume since we aren’t a couple” I said giving him a fake frown

“Ouuu she got you good” Chris said laughing at his idiot brother

“Whatever I look like an idiot, and I’m changing my costume” he said standing up abruptly and going to his room

About 10 minutes later he came back downstairs dressed as a cowboy. He looked hot I can’t deny, but he wasn’t my man so fuck him

We had all piled into the car as Matt drove us to the party at Larrays house. We knocked on the door and Larry opened it

“BITCHHHHH yall look so fucking good” he said letting us walk into his house

“Okay matty poo with the slutty little cowboy costume” Larry said, and to this Matt gave him a half smile, and then he walked away from us

“Oh what crawled up his ass” Larry said looking at us

“Y/N decided to not match costumes with him, so now he’s all pissy” Chris said

“Oh boy bye, Y/N you look so hot like Okayy with the red thong I see you” he said, grabbing my hand and spinning me around.

“Thanks baby” I said hugging him

We were at the party for a good two hours at this point. I had drank two drinks, and was feeling so confident, and decided I wanted to dance. Initially I was looking for Matt, but when I saw him he was shooting darts into my eyes with his arms crossed over his chest, and his jaw clenched. I just rolled my eyes, and looked for someone else

I had grabbed any random influencer I saw, and asked if they wanted to dance. Of course they did a random girl wanting to grind on them? How could they say no

As we got to the dancing area Thong Song started playing

Immediately I started jumping in excitement

“This is my fucking songggg” I screamed and pushed us to the center of the “dance floor”

At first I was dancing alone, running my hands all over myself swaying my hips while I sang the song. A circle had opened up surrounding me dancing. I grabbed Madi and we started dancing on each other, and then I grabbed

Chris and Nick also dancing with them in a friendly way.

“LARRAY COME DANCE” I said reaching for his hands. He immediately jumped into the circle and started dancing with me while everyone cheered us on. That’s when I saw the guy I initially brought to the dance floor

“Come on hottie let’s dance” I said grabbing him. I turned around so my back was against his chest, and started to grind on him wrapping my hands around his neck as our hips swayed together

“Bitchhhhhh FUCK IT UPPPP” LARRAY screamed clapping his hands together

“SHAKE THAT ASSSSSS” Nick yelled at me

This whole time Matt was in the corner watching Y/N intensely with a straight face. Fuming that she had the audacity to even grind up against someone who she didn’t know. When his hands started running down her waist, she threw her head back laughing. Matt got so pissed he pushed himself off the couch, and started to stomp over to them. Just as he reached them the song ended, and it got quiet

“Let’s fucking go” Matt said to Y/N going to grab her arm

“Fuck no” she said pulling away

“I didn’t ask! WE ARE LEAVING NOW” he said yelling the last part and yanking her away from the boy

Everyone in the crowd is watching with a shocked face

“BYEEEE, and cute boy find me I wanna take you out” Y/N said looking back at him, and to this Matt yanked her harshly to walk in front of him

Matt brought the girl to the car opening the passenger side door for her, and throwing her in

After he got back in the car and turned it on he turned the car on, and put it into drive quickly taking off

“Aww what a gentleman opening the passenger side for me” Y/N said giggling at him

“Shut the fuck up” Matt said clenching his jaw not even looking over at the girl

“What crawled up your ass” Y/N said

“You grinding on another guy” he said bluntly

“Not like we’re a couple” she said rolling her eyes

“Doesn’t matter” he said looking over at her

“Oh but it does. YOU ARE NOT MY MAN I CAN GRIND ON WHOEVER I WANT” I said lightly

“Watch your fucking tone” he said scoffing

“Or what? You gonna hit me” She said looking at him

“Want me to?” Matt asked as they pulled up to a red light

She started to lean in like she was going to kiss him on the cheek, but instead said “go fuck yourself” she said leaning back away.

Matt looked over at her, and smacked her across the face. Harshly but not enough to actually hurt her. It was more of a sexual smack

“Don’t fucking smack me” Y/N said and smacked the boy back in the face. He grabbed her hand and yanked her in closely

“Put your hands on me again, and I’ll fucking make you regret it” he said pushing her away as the light turned green

“Don’t touch me” she said back to him, and he grabbed her hand once again and brought it down to his bulge

“Do you see what you do to me, you make me so fucking hard” he said sighing as her hand came into contact with his dick

“Oh do I?” She said palming his dick, and he slightly threw his head back

“Fuck you’re gonna make me crash” he said

“So pay attention to the road, and let me take care of you” she said taking his dick out of his pants

She spat on the tip, and slowly started to jerk him up and down

“Shit that feels so good” he said gripping the steering wheel with his left hand

She slowly took his dick into her mouth. Swirling her tongue over his tip, and deep throating him. As her head was bobbing up and down Matt grabbed her hair moaning and thrusting his hips up. Y/N gagged at this

“Sorry baby I can’t help myself” Mat said moaning, and to this she moaned on his dick

“Fuck this I need you now” he said, and slowly pulled over to a secluded empty parking lot

After he threw the car in park Y/N took her heels off and jumped to the back seat, and Matt followed.

Immediately crashing his lips to her in a heated sloppy make out session. He pulled her dress down a little bit allowing her breasts to fall out. He started sucking and groping her breasts. As her back was digging into the handle

“Fuck Matt don’t stop” she said throwing her head back a little bit

“Look at you in this slutty dress with such easy access” He said squeezing her thigh

“Matt please I need more of you” she said pushing his head back. He backed up giving her a once over before nodding his head.

He went down to her thigh and grabbed the leg garter with his teeth pulling it down and off her leg, and putting it on the arm rest

“Open your mouth” he said lightly smacking her face, her mouth opened and he shoved her middle and finger finger in her mouth

“Get them nice and wet for me” he said watching her through half lidded eyes

Y/N swirled her tongue around his fingers, and he pulled them out. Pushing her panties to the side he rubbed her clit, and slowly slid both of his fingers in

“Oh my god” she said grabbing his arm

“You hear how this pussy sounds for me” he said slamming her fingers into her, all you could hear were the most obscene sounds coming from her pussy

“Matt I’m gonna cum if you keep speaking like that” the girl said as her eyes rolled to the back of her head

“You’re not cumming on my fingers” he said, and pulled his finger out her and smacked her pussy

She jumped at this and whined. Matt slid his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. He pumped his cock a few times before spitting on Y/N pussy

“You’re getting fucked like a slut” he said as he slid his cock up and down on her pussy

“Please Matt I need it” she said moaning and breathing heavily

He slid into her pussy completely bottoming out. They both sighed at this feeling

“This pussy is mine��� he said as he harshly grabbed her breast

Matt was relentlessly pounding into the young girl. Her back banging into the door handle, and her head slightly hitting the window

“Matt please harder” she said pulling his hair

“Shut the fuck up” he said as his hips snapped in an even fast faster

All that could be heard was skin slapping, moans and the banging of Y/N’s head on the window

He started to rub her clit as he pounded even harder into her

“FUCK MATT OH MY GOD” she yelled grabbing onto his hair for support

“Shut the FUCK up” he said looking into her eyes

“I can’t Matt you feel too good” she said moaning

He repositioned her hips, and started slamming into her at an ungodly pace

“MATT MATT MATT” she started screaming

“I said SHUT THE FUCK UP” he grunts out loudly as he smacks her across the face

“Fuck Matt” she said whining

He was getting close so his thrusts started to become deep and hard. Slamming into her with no mercy. He hit her G spot really hard, and Y/N was sure she died

“FUCK MATTTTTT” she screamed

“You don’t learn do you” he said as he grabbed her leg garter and shoved it in her mouth to keep her quiet

Matt continued to pound into her, and when she started to shake he knew she was about to cum

“Come on baby cum for me” he said furiously rubbing her clit. It didn’t take much more of that. She came on his cock moaning and weeping with tears falling down her face as her thighs started to shake

“Matt cum in me” she said coming down from her high as she removed the leg garter from her mouth

Immediately after that Matt came inside her with his brows furrowed and his mouth hung open. Pumping her full of his cum. After he came down from his high he pulled out and she slid her panties back on and pulled her dress up

“Fuck that was so hot” she said fixing herself up

“You’re mine” Matt said as he finished readjusting himself

She looked over at him confused

“Whatever it is you want! I’m yours I’ll be your man, your husband, your boy toy whatever you want I’m yours” he said looking at her in a fucked our expression

“Damn you’re so pussy drunk” she said laughing at him

“Don’t push it” he said with a straight face

“I can be your girlfriend I suppose” She said shrugging her shoulders

“Don’t play with me” Matt said looking at her

“I’m kidding. Yes Matt I’d love to finally be your girlfriend” she said kissing him on the cheek

“Good because I’m never letting you go” he said kissing her on the lips

“Alright let’s head home” Matt said as he helped Y/N back to the passenger seat

“Yeah my back is fucking hurting after being slammed into the handle non stop” she said laughing

“Im sorry baby” Matt said laughing with her

“It’s okay you were fucking me so good the pain went away” she said winking at him

He just looked down shyly and then drove back to the house.

The End

This was so fun to write🤪🤪 Now I’ll be working on my request I got, so expect to see that shortly🫶🏽

-J💅🏽

[mxstly-melancholy]

a TON of random SFW William hcs! ✮⋆˙

William is actually really good at playing guitar. I mean, Spring Bonnie plays a banjo so- it only makes sense he’s super good at both!!

Speaking of Spring Bonnie- he has an attachment to the suit because he feels better being hidden from everyone. He never has to worry about people looking at him when he’s Spring Bonnie.

On his days off I imagine he just likes to sit down and have a few beers, maybe a couple cigars… watch a movie, read a book, play guitar..

He doesn’t really like looking in the mirror :( not because he doesn’t like himself, but because he’ll get too fixated on “I’m getting older and time isn’t slowing down.”

He has adhd, and really bad fixation problems. He will not eat, drink or even think of himself for a whole day until he is done working on an animatronic, and suddenly - “oh fuck I’m starving, I’m really thirsty and I need to pee.”

Him & Henry have a lot of inside jokes- and employees look at them like they’re crazy when they say them- and laugh super hard together.

William loves dressing really nice. He loves suits, button ups, bows and ties. He loves super sleek black shoes as well. It makes him feel good about himself.

Other than purple, his favorite colors are yellow, pink, and baby blue.

His parents always kind of left him to do whatever he wanted. They were kind of weirded out by him- his behavior was “crazy,” but only because he was an undiagnosed neurodivergent child.

Because of that he has a hard time letting anyone in, he’s very shielded off from anyone but his partner and Henry.

He doesn’t think he’s husband material. At all. From his perspective, he’s awkward, weird & not the nicest person- so why would anyone want to be with him?

When he got his first animatronic up and running- he has never been happy like that day ever since. He was so proud of himself.

He got into making animatronics on accident when he was younger. I’d say about 23-25.

he was drawing one day, then suddenly it turned into a blueprint of Spring Bonnie. The ideas kept popping up-

He read so many books about machines, computers, everything and anything he could find about electronics, and the ideas kept coming.

He finally decided one day to go for it and he started tinkering with wires & plastic, molding and shaping clay and making casts of everything, and before he knew it- he had a whole animatronic.

He tore it down after some time and kept the information stored in his back pocket for later.

Growing up he didn’t have many friends. He spent most of his time just people watching.

When he was in elementary school- kids used to pick on him for his height. He was always so tall- standing out from everyone else. He hated it.

He got suspended from college once after some guy called him a loser, William didn’t like that. The guys head ended up being smashed into a table a few times.

As he gets older, his anger isn’t so strong anymore. Slightly thankful of that fact, he takes advantage of it to go do more things that usually would just piss him off.

He’s farsighted. It’s hard to see things up close. He really only uses his glasses when working on projects/reading.

He really loves music from the 70s/80s- and really only listens to that.

He faces towards the water in the shower.

He loves collecting vinyls & cassettes.

William only sleeps in his boxers. He can’t have anything else on or else he won’t be able to fall asleep.

It doesn’t matter how cold he is- he has to only be wearing his boxers.

Speaking of sleeping-

He can only fall asleep lying on his side.

He sleep talks here and there.

He tosses and turns a lot.

Unfortunately, he has a lot of nightmares too,

Often waking up in the middle of the night sweaty from them.

He has to have complete dark and silence in order to sleep, too.

His mind is constantly running and going- it’s the only way he’ll be able to shut it down.

He has a horrible, horrible sweet tooth.

I mean, constantly he just wants to eat sweets

He has had so many cavities.

He fucking hates the dentist but he goes anyways.

William exudes a LOT of confidence- but deep deep down he doesn’t feel confident.

He doesn’t - and has never really felt true empathy.

He KNOWS he should feel bad for certain people or things-

But there’s just a disconnect, and he doesn’t feel it.

Please let this man just info-dump on you about his little robot characters.

That’s all I got in me right now. :’) ik there’s more - I’ll probably make a pt2 at some point!

[aceistheplace86]

Can i request headcanons please? Of ford with a single mother reader with a Child that is friends with dipper and mabel(they probably meet bc of the kids), they are in the town bc reader's ex is an abusive prick that couldn't handle the divorce so they go to gravity falls to start again.

I just really like the thought of ford helping reader to deal with the burnouts and erasing her doubts of being a good mother, also i like to imagine that ford can get very protective over reader and her kid when her ex is around.

Im having a total brainrot😅

//Sorry this took so long! I got busy! I hope you enjoy it, I might turn this into a Drabble of sorts because I don’t think I did protective Ford enough justice 🫡

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-you meet because Stanley kicked Ford out for almost blowing up half the house. Ford decided to spend time with the kids so he took them to the Greasy Diner

-Mable was the first to spot your kid and was absolutely drawn to you guys because there weren’t a lot of kids their age around. Ford tried to excuse Mable’s behavior and give you two space but you both insisted.

-so the kids sat in one booth and you and Ford sat in another.

-he didn’t talk much about himself other than mentioning his brother and the kids. He listened to you intently though

-You are the first non family member he has talked to in a really long time. He’s nervous as hell but he wants to impress you

-You guys start hanging out more, anytime your kid comes over to hang out with Dipper and Mable, Ford makes an effort to chat with you (Stan teases him each time after you leave)

-you and ford start to hang out more without the kids and that’s when he learns the reason why you’re here and about your past relationship

-it makes him angry. He doesn’t understand why anyone would be so violent. Especially not to you. You’re so nice and sweet to him.

-he is always there for you and your kid. He takes all three kids out so that you can have time alone. He takes them to the park and to get ice cream

-he is always there for you when you need him. He has stayed up on the phone late nights with you just reassuring you that you’re a good mother. That you are doing your best

-he gets advice from Stan about how to best comfort you during those periods where you feel like you aren’t good enough (Stan has had enough experience feeling like he wasn’t a good caretaker)

-oh man. The day Ford saw your ex was something else

-you two and the kids were at the park. The kids were occupied with a game and that’s when you saw your ex. Ford felt you tense up and noticed who you were staring at

-“I’ll handle it if they come over here. But for now just focus on the kids”

-yeah that didn’t last long because your Ex started making their way to your kid.

-ford was up off that bench expeditiously he wasn’t going to make a scene in front of the kids but he made sure your ex didn’t get any closer to the kids line of sight.

-let’s just say Ford is a man of few words in these kinds of situations