#Vemon!reader

[theres-a-body-here]

Darling~

Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 |

As Miguel slipped in and out of consciousness, he became vaguely aware of being dragged along the hallway by some unknown force. It wasn't until he regained some level of lucidity that he realized it was one of your black tendrils wrapped firmly around his ankle.

All around, the sounds of battle echoed - cries of pain and success melding together, only to become silence as you took him deeper into the structure's internal complex.

You hummed softly to yourself, navigating the maze-like corridors with ease while keeping Miguel close at hand

"V-Venom," Miguel managed to croak out, struggling against the paralyzing effects of Scorpion's poison coursing through his veins.

Continuing the journey deeper into the base, you cast a tender gaze upon Miguel. Your voice held a sickly sweet tone, gently whispering words meant for his ears alone.

"We've missed you so much, amor."

Miguel, however, was barely holding on, fighting back waves of nausea caused by the debilitating toxin coursing through his veins. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed a pitiful moan in reply.

The sudden ceasing of movement rouses Miguel from his drowsy state just enough to notice you stopping in front of a door marked by a prominent medical symbol.

Everything became hazy again as your slimy, black tendrils went to work on breaking through the keypad lock securing entry.

Then, everything went black for Miguel��

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A low hum gradually filtered into Miguel's awareness, slowly awakening him from unconsciousness. He groggily blinked open his eyes, greeted by a harsh glare emanating from the sterile white ceiling above him.

Disoriented, he soon discovered he lay atop a cold metallic stretcher, rigid and unforgiving beneath him.

Grunting in discomfort, Miguel rolled his head to the side where a tray of medical supplies rested on wheels. Various syringes and vials occupied its surface, suggesting recent use.

Just as Miguel started to relax, a chillingly serene voice invaded his personal space.

"We were worried you wouldn't wake," you said nonchalantly, studying him with such intensity.

Startled, he whipped his head towards the source, finding you perched comfortably on another bed nearby.

Eyes locked onto yours, Miguel felt his blood run cold at your unsettling calmness – unmistakably predatory in nature.

An oppressive silence filled the space between you both, punctuated only by the relentless buzzing of fluorescent lights above.

Unsettling tranquility hung heavy in the air as you leaned forward expectantly, ready to continue your conversation.

"We hope you were dreami-"

However, before you could finish speaking, Miguel sprang into action. In one swift motion, he flung himself off the stretcher, grabbed its metal railing, and hurled the entire thing directly at you with impressive speed.

You remained entirely unfazed by the incoming projectile as long tendrils burst forth from underneath your clothing, effortlessly stopping the stretcher mere inches from your face.

Each individual strand contorted and flexed in unison, crushing and tearing into the metal structure with minimal effort before casting aside remnants like discarded waste material.

As quickly as it had begun, it ended; an eerie stillness hanging in the air.

Miguel was gone.

"Rude."

There was no anger in your tone - simply mild irritation tinged with disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~~

Miguel sprinted through the winding corridors without looking back, every fiber of his being urging him forward. Every muscle screamed in agony as he rounded corners and vaulted obstacles with newfound determination.

Eventually reaching the expansive hub of activity, he observed countless Spider-People working alongside each other, collectively pushing back against an overwhelming tide of evil forces.

Relief washed over him momentarily, replaced almost instantly by renewed determination - finding Spider-Byte and fixing The Go-Home-Machine was now mission critical.

~~~~~~~~~~

Suspended midair via tendrils looped around his neck, Hobgoblin gasped for breath while desperately thrashing around in random directions. His struggles proved futile against your iron grip; eyes bulging in terror as he looked at your calm expression.

You waved a photograph casually under his nose, tapping at the figure of Miguel. Two other figures were captured in the image, but they had been scratched out with sharpie in an erratic way.

"Have you seen him pass by?" You asked sweetly, casually flicking your wrist in a manner that tightened the hold slightly – eliciting a panicked yelp from the trapped villain.

With subtle adjustments to your grip, you allowed enough leeway for Hobgoblin to speak freely without fear of suffocation taking over completely.

His voice trembled as he stammered out his denial. "No, I swear! Never seen him!" He insisted, frantically shaking his head to emphasize sincerity.

You dismissed Hobgoblin's protests with a simple hum, signaling your skepticism but accepting his statement nonetheless.

You released Hobgoblin abruptly, your tendrils flinging him through the air until he collided with a nearby wall with bone-crunching force. Dust clouds rose as he slumped to the ground lifelessly.

Your attention shifted towards another hostage suspended upside down by your tendrils - a Western-style cowboy hat obscuring most of his face save for a pair of terrified eyes peering back at you warily through his red bandana.

"¿Y tú, arañanita?" you queried gently, pulling him closer while pressing the photograph up against his masked face for emphasis.

"Have you seen him?"

Unease etched across his features as he examined the snapshot showing Miguel's likeness within its borders. Despite attempts to hide his recognition behind a facade of stoicism, the slight twitch of his eyebrow revealed the truth.

He knows

"I don't even know who he is," he lied smoothly, maintaining composure despite the racing rhythm drumming through his body like wildfire.

Yet as his gaze met yours, fear gripped him fully as he saw a knowing look reflected in your irises and a faint smile gracing your lips.

You know

"We're in a hurry, so we'll make this quick," you murmured soothingly.

With those final words uttered, two thick tendrils snaked their way around his skull, muffling any protest that lingered on his tongue thereafter.

Within moments, the helpless cowboy found himself engulfed in complete darkness due to your suffocating grasp covering his face entirely.

His muffled cries grew louder but ultimately faded into the air of the isolated area.

[darkmemesworld]

SOMEONE PLEASE

PLEASE IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING SOMEONE MAKE A X READER WITH AGONY LIKE IM DEADASS PLEASE

(and lasher 😋)

[zapreportsblog]

❝supportive bunch❞

✭ pairing : Vemon / Eddie Brock x trans male reader

✭ fandom : marvel

✭ summary : (m/n) comes out to his friend Eddie about being a trans male and at first he assumes that he would shun him but it seems he’s more supportive then he thought, and so is his little parasite problem too

✭ authors note : this is the second request I’ve taken on from @fandomnationwhore blog and this was requested by @frnkieroismydaddy if at any moment you don’t wish to be tagged in this do inform me :) but a while ago you requested Venom × trans male reader who comes out and Eddie and venom make him feel all safe and happy and valid. Ooh and vemon is apart of mcu so he’ll he added to the other characters part of the avengers masterlist

✭ avengers masterlist

The city of San Francisco bustled with life, a sprawling metropolis filled with stories, secrets, and people from all walks of life. Among the countless stories, there was one unfolding in the heart of the city that had yet to be told. It was a story of friendship, trust, and a deeply held secret.

Eddie Brock sat in his cramped apartment, his brows furrowed as he stared at his laptop screen. He was engrossed in the latest news article he was writing for the San Francisco Chronicle. It was about the shady dealings of a local pharmaceutical company. Eddie's reputation as an investigative journalist was built on exposing the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

While he was absorbed in his work, there was a soft knock at the door. Eddie glanced at it, momentarily distracted. Another knock followed, a bit more insistent this time. With a sigh, he closed his laptop and went to answer it.

Standing on the other side of the door was (Y/N), his friend since their college days. (Y/N) had always been there for him, through thick and thin, and they shared a bond that went beyond friendship. But today, (Y/N) seemed different. They looked anxious, their eyes avoiding Eddie's.

"(Y/N), hey," Eddie greeted, his voice tinged with concern. "Is something bothering you?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Eddie, there's something I need to tell you, but I don't know how you'll react."

Eddie frowned, his concern deepening. "You can tell me anything, (Y/N). You know that, right?"

(Y/N) nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Okay, here it goes. I... I'm a trans man, Eddie. I've always known it, but I've been too scared to tell anyone, including you."

Eddie's eyes widened, surprised by the revelation. He processed (Y/N)'s words carefully, realizing the weight of the secret they had just shared. (Y/N) had been living with this truth, hidden away from the world and their closest friend.

"(Y/N), thank you for trusting me with this," Eddie said earnestly. "I can't even begin to imagine how difficult it must have been for you to say this out loud."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as they finally met Eddie's gaze. "I was afraid you'd shun me, Eddie. You mean the world to me, and I couldn't bear losing your friendship."

Eddie stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "You'll never lose my friendship, (Y/N). I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll face this together, just like we always have."

Relief washed over (Y/N) as they wiped away a tear. "Thank you, Eddie. I knew I could count on you."

Eddie offered a warm smile. "Always, my friend. Now, let's talk about what this means for you and how I can support you through this journey."

As the two friends sat down to have an open and honest conversation, they began a new chapter in their lives, one marked by acceptance, understanding, and unwavering friendship.

It was now evening and nighttime was approaching quickly, in the middle of the night, a chill ran through Eddie's small apartment. The dim moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting eerie shadows on the room. Eddie lay sound asleep in his bed, completely unaware of the impending presence that stirred within him.

Unseen by the world, Venom, the symbiotic entity that shared Eddie's body, began to awaken. Its inky tendrils slithered out from Eddie's sleeping form, stretching and twisting as they formed a shadowy mass on the floor. The transformation was eerie and silent, save for a faint, otherworldly hum that filled the room.

(Y/N), who had been asleep on the couch in the living room, stirred at the strange sensation. They opened their eyes to see the room bathed in a surreal darkness, the shadows dancing eerily. Panic washed over them as they realized that something unnatural was happening.

Before their very eyes, Venom's form coalesced, taking shape and substance. It was a terrifying sight, a monstrous figure with a mouthful of jagged teeth and crimson eyes that gleamed in the darkness.

"(Y/N)," Venom's voice rumbled, a low, resonating growl that sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine. "Fear not, for you are safe."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as they sat up on the couch, their heart racing. "W-who are you? What do you want?"

Venom leaned closer, its grotesque face just inches from (Y/N)'s. "I am Venom, the one who shares this host's body with Eddie Brock. I have taken control tonight to speak to you."

(Y/N)'s fear began to ebb as they looked into Venom's eyes, eyes that held an unexpected depth of understanding. "Why are you here?"

Venom's form shifted, its tendrils extending to gently caress (Y/N)'s face. It was an oddly tender gesture from a creature that appeared so menacing. "I am here to tell you that you have nothing to fear from us. Eddie knows your truth, and he accepts you completely."

Tears streamed down (Y/N)'s face, a mixture of relief and gratitude. "You mean... you both accept me?"

Venom nodded, its voice softer now. "Yes, (Y/N), we both accept you for who you are. You are valued, cherished, and loved by us. There is no need to hide your true self."

(Y/N) couldn't hold back their emotions any longer. They buried their face in their hands and sobbed. It was a cathartic release, the weight of years of secrecy and fear lifting from their shoulders.

Venom, in a surprising display of compassion, wrapped its tendrils around (Y/N) in a comforting embrace. "Let it out, (Y/N). You are not alone in this. We are here for you."

As (Y/N) cried in the arms of this enigmatic entity, they felt an overwhelming sense of acceptance and belonging. They knew that they had an ally in the most unexpected of places, and that, together with Eddie and Venom, they could face the challenges of their true self and the world that awaited them.

As days turned into weeks, and the bond between Eddie, Venom, and (Y/N) had grown stronger. They had faced challenges together, supported each other through the highs and lows, and had become an unbreakable trio. But as (Y/N) continued their journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance, a day came when they felt it was time to share something important.

The three of them were gathered in Eddie's apartment, a sense of camaraderie filling the room. Eddie was flipping through a stack of papers for his next story, while Venom's tendrils idly danced in the air, a sign of contentment.

"(Y/N)," Eddie began, his tone warm and inviting, "what's on your mind? You seem like you've got something important to say."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, steeling themselves for what they were about to reveal. "Eddie, Venom, there's something I want to talk to you both about. I've been doing a lot of soul-searching, and I've come to a decision."

Eddie and Venom exchanged glances, concern in their eyes. "You can tell us anything, (Y/N)," Eddie assured.

(Y/N) nodded, gathering their thoughts. "I want to be called (Male Name) from now on. I don't want to go by (Y/N) anymore."

For a moment, there was silence in the room. Eddie and Venom both considered the name change carefully, processing what it meant.

Finally, it was Eddie who broke the silence. "You know, (Male Name), I think that's a great choice. It's a strong name, and it suits you."

Venom, ever perceptive, chimed in as well, "Yes, (Male Name). We like the name, too."

Tears welled up in (Male Name)'s eyes, but this time they were tears of joy and relief. "Thank you, both of you. Your support means the world to me."

Eddie and Venom exchanged a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of their commitment to standing by (Male Name) as they continued their journey of self-discovery. Together, they embraced this new chapter, knowing that their bond would only grow stronger with each step forward.

[wildandsmile]

K͓̽i͓̽n͓̽k͓̽t͓̽o͓̽b͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ M͓̽a͓̽s͓̽t͓̽e͓̽r͓̽l͓̽i͓̽s͓̽t͓̽

🍎we don’t know about y’all, but pea and i are beyond ready for spooky season! nothing is better than having an apple spice candle burning by the windowsill while you make pumpkin muffins. of course, with great vibes come great orgasms ;) 🎃

🔥pea and i collectively agreed to begin prep for kinktober now because neither of us work very well under pressure. that being said, it’s an open house! i’m going to leave a list of kinks below. to request, simply choose the number corresponding with the kink, and then tell us who you want it to be for. example: “one, tanjiro komado”. you can also add your own tidbits like tropes, setting, etc. have fun with it! Then once everyone has thrown out their character for that day me and Pea will pick one to write about for that day this way it fair and fun.🔥

🔪to make this fair for us and avoid confusion with you all, i’ll also leave a list of the fandoms we write for below. don’t be afraid to suggest spooky movie characters too! (i.e ghost face, brahms, venom, etc.) y’know, the typical monster / slasher men you’d want to get down with. 🔪

🚫Be aware that we will NOT write for real killers!!! (ted bundy, the menendez brothers, jeffrey dahmer, etc.) not only is it immoral, it’s disrespectful to the victims and the victims’ families. so don’t ask🚫

❤️ other than that, happy requesting! there are 31 spots open, we’ll choose the ideas we think are the most creative / freaky / etc. happy halloween!<3 ❤️

𝐯𝐚𝐥’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 —

a court of thorns and roses

sally face

haikyuu

ice breaker

diary of a wimpy kid (rodrick)

call of duty

avatar: the way of water

criminal minds

alice in borderland

venom / eddie

stranger things (NOOO eddie munson. 😾)

brahms

ghost face

the last of us

Etc

𝐩𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 —

jujutsu kaisen

haikyuu

call of duty

tokyo revengers

hunter x hunter

blue lock

my hero academia

genshin impact

resident evil

persona

honkai star rail

spider-man: into the spider-verse.

Etc

𝟑𝟏 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 —

knife / gun play - Sanzu

choking - Miguel O ‘ Hara

spanking / impact play - Kage

degradation / dumbification - Blade

pet play - Upper Moons

psychological manipulation - Gojo

tears / overstimulation - Notes

consensual non consent

bondage - Gaara

temperature play

Breeding

phone sex

dirty talk - Bakugou Squad

mirror sex - Leon

cam girl - Link

hate sex -Ristto

cucking

exhibitionism - Itto

voyuerism

sex toys

marijuana + sex

forbidden love

orgasm denial - Connie

electrostimulation - Ryuji

oral (giving + receiving) - Sanji

hair pulling + collars kiss

remote control vibrator - Itoshi Rin

spitting - Ghost

Sir - Reo

master

humiliation

💀happy requesting, also make sure to like and reblog for your favorite writers<3 💀

[doodlesbf]

Did my idea version Doodle of non gender vemon! reader from the posts stories from @thesoftieanon

Enjoy everyone ^^

[suiana]

yandere! symbiote and loser basement core reader who only stays in their room all day. imagine a yan symbiote like venom from idk what its called but tha sexy vemon symbiote thing👅

anyway this symbiote thought you were a freaking god amongst humans because you were actually touching grass for once and was walking outside!!! so he decided to bond with you because, like, that's what symbiotes do you know. also his old host died.

little did he know...

"lol this fucking loser is so-"

"you're the loser."

he swears he feels his braincells leaving every single day he spends with you. how did you live like this??? the last time he saw the sun was like a month ago! you even told him you're getting all your vitamin D from the blue light your tiny screen uses!

"please... go out..."

"clip that chat."

you couldn't be fucking real. he was the most powerful alien back home! and now you're treating him like he doesn't even exist???

"i'm getting lunch, you want anything?"

"human, i crave the souls of the innocent."

"okay so a bagel."

"no."

"two bagels."

"NO."

he can't help but be enchanted by your whimsy though!!! like okay... you're a loser, so what? you're HIS loser. so while he's.... disturbed by your lifestyle, he's glad you don't interact with others-

"hahaha look at this hottie, i wanna lick his abs."

...he's so gonna break your damn phone.

[tpwk-formula1]

Girl prepare for a big one I’m sorry 😭

Gluten free, deep dish with Red sauce, Jalapeños, Tomato’s, and Ham, with Sun tea and a Vodka redbull and dessert?

Served by Lewis Hamilton

Special request: “can there be a fight for dominance but the reader looses?” Love the menu btw 💗💗💗

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten free rivals deep dish teammates red sauce rough sex jalapenos "Always such a fucking brat" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" sun tea sir kink vodka redbull squirting dessert yes served by Lewis Hamilton

Lewis x Rival Teammate! reader

TW - MEAN asf Lewis, reader can fight back, sorry for the things I said about you Kimi (I love you I promise!), squirting, unprotected sex, face slapping (once), multiple orgasms, truthfully might be the roughest sex I have written for this vlog (maybe other than Kinktober)

WC 2100+

Y/N POV

The meeting was finally over which had Lewis and I both popping up and scurrying off into our respective driver's room. We just finished our debrief after the Singapore qualifying after Lewis and I were found fighting in the garage when I refused to give him a slipstream after he didn't give me one back in Monza when I needed it.

Toto left the meeting at "You guys need to figure your shit out. Fuck or something." He even suggested. If only he knew...

I'm packing up my stuff when I hear a loud bang coming from Lewis's room making me stop and stare at the wall that connects our room before I hear Lewis should a loud fuck.

I slowly leave my room looking into the garage to see if anyone had heard Lewis's outbreak. When I noticed the entire garage was completely empty I walked next door to knock softly.

When I didn't get a response I trained my ears to see if Lewis was in the shower. When I can't hear the shower I softly open the door to find Lewis changing into a different pair of pants making my eyes instantly notice the bulge hidden from his briefs. I could tell he was far from rock hard which had my mind racing.

"Do you know how to fucking knock?" Lewis snaps making my eyes instantly move from staring at his bulge making my face grow hot slightly.

"I did knock," I snap back before turning to leave.

"No, wait!" Lewis shouted not letting me get a clean escape.

"What?" I ask while stepping into Lewis's room and closing the door behind me giving us some privacy in case we get into another screaming match.

"Why are you even in here?" Lewis asked referring to me coming in, in the first place.

"I heard a bang and then you shouted. Just wanted to make sure you where okay," I tell Lewis softly making Lewis nod.

"Ah, so you do have a heart! Spent the past three years convinced you where the fucking tin man," Lewis tells me with a sarcastic laugh falling from his lips.

"Lewis, literally shut the fuck up. You're getting replaced by a child next year because you threw a tantrum when Toto didn't give you what you wanted," I tell him makingg Lewis's face grow red in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're the one who might get replaced by Max next year is Toto can swoon him," Lewis snaps back making me shrug my shoulders.

"Eh, at least I know the person replacing me has talent. Your replacement fucking crashed my car on lap three last time he got behind the wheel," I reply back trying to show the situation doesn't stress me out.

"You're fucking petty as shit. When Kimi crashed you were all like 'oh no I hope he's okay! He's just too sweet he better be okay'," Lewis replied back in a voice that was clearly trying to mock my voice.

"You're so fucking ridiculous Lewis. I wish it was you who retired and not Nico," I snap with vemon lacing my voice making Lewis stride towards me and push me against the wall. I knew I took it a step to far but truthfully I didn't care. I trusted that Lewis wouldn't hurt me but at the same time even if he did it wouldn't be the first time we hurt each other. While it was always words I could take a slap to the face like a champ.

"Do you enjoy pissing me off? Because you're a fucking child. You know that? Everyone has to walk on eggshells around you because one wrong move and BOOM the little Mercedes driver with the anger problems is throwing another fucking tantrum," Lewis spits his words into my face making me pull a disgusted face to try and mask the hurt coursing through me.

"You're a fucking asshole, Lewis Hamilton," I spit back making Lewis finally crash his lips onto mine making me gasp against his lips in shock before slightly relaxing into the kiss before pushing Lewis away once I realize who I was kissing.

"Don't fucking do this shit again," I snap at him before both of us fall silent just staring at each other while breathing rapidly.

It was clockwork for us, we go at each other's throats and somehow find ourselves in each other's bed to somehow kiss and make up, but in reality, all it is, is putting a fucking bandaid on a bullet hole.

At the same moment, Lewis and I are back to aggressively making out fighting for dominance. I get Lewis to the bed first making him sit down before I start pushing at his shoulders before I'm climbing into his lap taking control, which lasts about .3 seconds before I am being flipped around resulting in my back roughly hitting the hard physio table.

"Always such a fucking brat, trying to take control like that's your role," Lewis says while grinding his hips into mine making me moan at the pleasure.

"One of these days your little outbursts and attitude is gonna leave you ass so sore you won't be able to race," Lewis says making me roll my eyes at his threats.

"Then you won't get the damn slipstream you want so bad," I fight back with a satisfied smirk on my face with is quickly slapped off. I mean literally, Lewis slapped my face not necessarily softly but far from as hard as he could.

Lewis knew I loved when he mixed a bit of pain with my pleasure and early on found out he could send a quick slap to my face and it'll shut me up pretty quickly.

I just whimper when the sting settles in and I register what happened. Lewis is instantly gripping at my clothes and undressing me with no problem.

When I'm completely bare for Lewis he's like a madman being released because his mouth is instantly all over my pussy while also slipping three fingers into my unprepared hole making me softly scream at the stretch.

Lewis is instantly throwing his free hand over my mouth successfully muffling my screams not wanting anyone to walk by and hear what is going on between the two known rivals.

Lewis knew exactly what he was doing, so it was no shocker to him when I started begging to cum.

"Please, sir. I need it," I whine against his large hand that is still covering my mouth.

"Go on, it's the only thing you're good at," Lewis finally gives me permission making me instantly release my orgasm spraying my pleasure all over Lewis's face and soaking the shirt he was still wearing.

When I gether myself enough I look down to see the damage that has been done and it was so hot to see Lewis soaked with my juices.

"You're giving me at least two more before I even think about giving you my cock," Lewis said roughly while still finger fucking me making me whimper at the overstimulation.

Lewis knew my body better than anyone else ever has, which is only because he tied me to my hotel bed and explored my body until the sun rose finding all the ways he could make me cum, scream, whine, beg, you name it he probably discovered it that night. The night he found out I could squirt several times in a row in quick succession if he just kept going.

"Sir," I announce loudly when I feel the band in my stomach start to grow again.

"Go on," Lewis says with a sass in his voice almost like he was annoyed.

"Oh fuck," I whimper out when I finally feel the band snap making me start spraying all over Lewis's driver's room again.

"God, you're so fucking easy. I bet I could make you squirt if I looked at you hard enough," Lewis said in mockery knowing damn well he could blow a little bit of air on my clit and I'd be cumming for him in a matter of seconds.

"I need one more," Lewis said while speeding up his fingers again making me whine when I feel my third orgasm approaching making me squirm trying to get away but Lewis was far stronger than me making it easy to overpower me and keep me down while he finger fucks me into another squirting orgasm that has me gasping for air. I could hear my squirt hitting difference surfaces around us making the deed that much dirtier.

I am sure everyone will hear about this by the next race because no way the poor cleaner who has to come in after us will keep their mouth shut when they realize the dried liquid all around the room is in fact the evidence of the pleasure of the female driver.

"Good fucking girl! Good to know your ears work sometimes," Lewis says while stepping away from my pussy before sending a rough slap down on my sensitive clit making me jerk and a little bit a squirt come out making Lewis laugh at the slut he had turned me into for him.

"Please sir, more," I gasp when I feel Lewis's tip teasing my dripping entrance inviting him to sink in.

"You know you're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" says Lewis as he sinks into my pussy making me whimper at the stretch.

"Fucking hell, how are you still this fucking tihgt?" Lewis questions while he starts thrusting making me whimper feeling the stretch all over my body.

"Fuck, I'm gonna have to spend more time in you, maybe make you sleep with my cock burried in this pussy, make it a perfect fucking fit for me to play with," Lewis continues making me whimer and clench around him.

"So good, sir," I gasp when Lewis's hips are snapping into mine at a brutal pace.

"Fuck! How are you about to cum again," Lewis groans when he feels my pussy contracting around his cock ready to fall into another orgasm.

"You know what to do," Lewis says giving me permission for my fourth orgasm of the night making me scream out loudly.

My tightening pussy was Lewis's final straw because next thing I know he's pulling out and cumming on my stomach making sure to paint my tits a bit with his cum.

He loved the way he could coat my body in his cum.

Once Lewis settles down from his pleasure he climbs out of the hard bed looking for a towel he can use to whip me down.

Once I'm clean from his cum he pulls me up slightly so he can stand between my legs while he holds me to his chest.

"You think Toto knows the truth?" I mumble against Lewis's tattooed chest making me chuckle softly.

"Probably and if not before he's definitely gonna think we listened to his advice," Lewis jokes making me laugh with him.

"We have a problem," I mumble burying my face into his chest not wanting to admit the problem.

"What is it, sweet girl?" Lewis questions showing me the sweet side I only got to see after moments like this or early in the morning when we knew no one could see that the two rivals actually had hearts.

"I can't feel my legs and I truthfully do not want to get into someone else's car covered in sweat and cum," I mumble making Lewis laugh lightly.

"Well you have in fact left your sweat and cum in my car so I'll take us back to the hotel, and I have no issues holding you until you're ready," Lewis tells me softly before picking me up into his arms and pulling us to the couch where he held me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have screamed in your face like that," Lewis apologizes clearly embarrassed by his actions.

"I said some pretty ugly things too. I think we need to work on that," I tell him softly making him hum in agreeance.

"Still want you to fuck me like that, even if it does make driving a bit uncomfortable," I tell him making Lewis let out a belly laugh.

"I'll always fuck you like a whore. You love it too much for me to stop," Lewis tells me making me smile.

We lay like that for another thirty minutes before we heard a knock on the door before we could hear Toto's voice shout, "I see you took my advice! It better fucking work!"

Lewis and I just laugh at being called out but make no move to get up and get dressed knowing Toto wasn't going to open the door.

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Can I request one for Jacaerys Velaryon where Rhaenyra betroths him to his twin sister and they're both super awkward about it. You can write it as you wish.

warnings: i didn't make them twins so interpret her as you'd like, targ!cest (unintentional?), aemond and aegon taunting jace, high valyrion (i'm not fluent forgive me), takes place in 1.08 (lord of the tides), more angsty than awkward, aemond x reader if you squint really really hard?

“Her children are bastards! And she is a whore,” Vaemond Velaryon spoke with vemon on his tongue.

You and your brothers shared a glance of embarassment with one another.

Viserys hobbled up from his seat on the throne, “I will have your tongue for that.”

Before Viserys could get any further Dark Sister flung through the air, taking Vaemond’s head with her. Everyone in the room jumped back, your mother pushing you behind her, as your younger brother gasped.

“He can keep his tongue,” chaos erupted with the King’s guard.

“Disarm him!”

Daemon wiped the Velaryon blood off his sword and sheathed it, ushering you and his daughters out of the room, “No need.”

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Later in the dining hall, you and your estranged family stood around a large table, Viserys was carried in and sat in between your mother and Alicent, “How good it is… to see you all tonight… together.”

One he was situated, all sat in the respective places, you between Jacaerys and Lucerys.

Alicent looked to her husband, “Prayer before we begin?”

“Yes,” your family was not the most religious, you looked to Jace, you looked back at you with an annoyed expression.

“May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.”

Viserys was the first to speak, just barely lifting his cup, “This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandson Luke, will marry his cousins Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Prince… and his betrothed! Hear, hear!”

The rest of the table rose their glasses and toasted to your younger brother.

Aegon, sitting next to Jace leaned over and spoke quietly, “Your younger brother bests you once again. Laying with a women before you.”

Viserys spoke again, “Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys… the future Lord of the Tides. Hear, hear!”

You smiled at him, squeezing his hand, “You’ll be great.”

Aegon continued on with him, “You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that.”

“Let it be, Aegon,” Helaena chastised him, tired of his jokes.

“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my sister,” Jace defended you.

Your family sat in tension, your grandsire felt the need to clear the air, “It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world… yet grown so distant from each other… in the years past.”

He takes his mask off his face and drops it on the table, “My own face… is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was. But tonight… I wish you to see me… as I am. Not just a king… but your father. Your brother. Your husband… and your grand sire. Who may not, it seems… walk for much longer among you.”

He breathes heavily and struggles with his next words, “Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown… then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.”

Your grandsire sits and the room was filled with silence, your mother arose from her place next to him.

“I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood… more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with… unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude… and my apology.”

Alicent smiles solemnly to Rhaenyra, “Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess.”

She stands and raises her cup, “We are both mothers… and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. I raise my cup to you… and to your house. You will make a fine queen.”

Each at the table took turns toasting to the family, each aggrivating Jacaerys more.

Aegon, drunkenly, rose, turning to Luke, “I, um… I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask.”

Aegon smiles and turns to Jace now, “Ask me, of course. Your older brother would not know how to guide you.”

Jace stands, slamming his hands down on the table, you grab his wrist, “Jace.”

Sternly looking at him, he glances to you before raising his glass, “To Prince Aegon and… Prince Aemond,” Aemond’s face hardens, “We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles.”

Jace sits and Heleana stands, “I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Aegon rolls his eyes in embarassment, Viserys smiles at his youngest daughter, and Daemon gently laughs.

Viserys feels ill and is taken out of the room. Only the Hightower side of the family is left.

You’ve always had a strained relationship with your uncles, but you did love Helaena, often times strolling in the gardens with her, or her teaching you some embroidery tricks.

Aemond glances at you from across the table, a dark and hungry look in his eyes. You look away from him and to your mother. She nods at you, as a way of saying that she would take care of it.

The pig comes out of the kitchens and is brought to the table, Luke chuckles at the sizzling pig. Aemond slams his fist on the table, capturing everyone’s attention.

“Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace… Luke… and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… hm… strong,” he looks to you and smirks, “And my niece, you are of age now, luck to you in finding a husband. Perhaps someone strong, maybe you will find home in the Riverlands.”

“Aemond,” Alicent warns.

You can see Jace fuming from beside you, but you gently nudge his foot under the table with yours. You keep your composure.

You hum, smirking back at him, “Kirimvose, yn nyke gīmigon nyke kostagon become tolī than sepār mirtys’s riñnykeā ābrazȳrys… Kepa.” Thank you, but I know I can become more than just someone's lady wife… uncle

“Kostilus se ābrazȳrys hen nykeā darilaros?” Perhaps the wife of a prince?

“Nyke unyishishk jorrāelagon daorun tolī than naejot sagon se ābrazȳrys hen dārys's tȳne tresy.” I would love nothing more than to be the wife of the king's second son.

Aemond’s face hardened. Only you, Aemond, your mother, and Daemon fully understood the words exchanged. Your mother and Daemon shared a look of pride.

Alicent looked at the interaction with confusion and furrowed brows.

“What are they saying?”

“Aemond has proposed a marriage it seems,” Rhaenyra speaks.

Jace looks at you almost angrily, “What did you say?”

All eyes were on you, “What she said is not important,” your mother interrupted.

She cleared her throat, “What matters is that my daughter will wed her brother, Jacaerys, heir to the Iron Throne. She will become queen one day; something more than someone’s lady wife.”

Everyone’s eyes widened. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. There is no way that your mother would have you marry your brother?

Aemond’s hardened grin turned to a smug one, “Well then, congratulations is in order to my niece and her strong husband.”

Jace stood and walked towards the center of the room, challenging his uncle, “I dare you to say that again.”

Aemond stood with him, walking to him, “Why? ‘Twas only a compliment,” he leaned into Jace, whispering into his ear, “Do you not think yourself Strong?”

Without hesitation, Jace swung at Aemond, getting in a good punch onto his jaw. Everyone around the table gasped, your mother yelled sternly, “Jace!”

Aemond reached for his blade, but his mother’s voice stopped him, “Aemond! That is enough!”

“Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.”

You stood and watched Jace walk out. You didn’t follow him to his quarters to check on him. You stayed in the hall and waited for your mother.

As she came out of the dining hall, you caught up with her.

“Mother!”

She turned to you, “Were you telling the truth… about me.. and Jace?”

Holding your face in her hands she stroked your cheek with her thumb and smiled gently at you, but you could not meet her eyes, “You will make a great queen one day, my sweet girl.”

She tugged at your chin to force you to look at her, “But now, you need to rest, we have quite the journey ahead of us back to Dragonstone, tomorrow.”

You nodded before heading back to your quarters. Nodding at the guards standing at your door, you pushed them open.

Jace, who was waiting for you on your bed, stood at your entrance. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Jacaerys, it is not proper for you to be in here… not anymore.”

“Please just listen.”

You walked around the room, releasing the maids of their duties, “Leave us.” The maids were quick to exit.

“I did not know she was going to say that!”

“I did not know Aemond would try to wed me tonight.”

“I’m sorry. We do not have to wed if you choose to take someone else’s hand—”

“No,” shaking your head, “It is.. our duty now, as the future queen’s eldests.”

“I promise to be a good husband—”

“Jacaerys, I do not wish to speak of this any longer.”

He spoke your name softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Leave me, Jace.”

He said your name more sternly now.

“Leave me, your grace.”

He sunk into himself, hands on his sheathed sword, nodding at you, “As you wish.”

You watch him leave, the door slamming behind him. You groaned in frustration, running your hands over your face and through your hair.

How are you supposed to marry your brother of all people?

[writeshite]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE I need to see a Cowboy! Reader x Eddie/Vemon scenario. PLEASE you dont understand my obsession with this, Venom fancying Reader's hat and boots, while eddie is just getting the pounding of his life being held up by readers lariat rope (that is definitely going to leave rope burns, arguably worth it) PLEASE IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU, Eddie and Venom definitely laugh at Reader's southern accent asking him to pronounce different things only to burst into laughter...

(also venom def ate readers horse as an excuse for him to stay)

“Your hat and boots are cool,” Venom complimented you, affectionately licking your cheek.

“If you like, I can get you your own pair, darlin’,” you chuckle, “little devil like you deserves something pretty.”

Eddie struggled, miffed at the casual conversation happening as he was filled on both ends, his body hogtied, and the rope burns no doubt well set; Venom had shut up his whining with a thick tendril right down his throat. You’d had yet to tire out and still had a lot of energy to work off. "What's the matter there, Eddie?"

He whimpered in response, choking on Venom, you patted his cheek with a smile and carried on fucking him without a care in the world.

[styx101]

I love this series sm!!

Come Get Your Funky Lovestory-5

Summary: Y/n finally comes face to face with the thing that hurt Peter.

GIF NOT MINE CREDITS TO GIF OWNER

Bold = Venom

I had a busy day today. I got up so late that I didn't even get to meet Eddie today. Not that it is a big deal it's just it's nice to see a familiar face early in the morning.

I got a call from Bucky. I have been having those ever since I moved here but we had a great conversation. I missed having these moments between us. Things were so awkward between us that I missed talking to him. He asked about Eddie again. For some reason, he doesn't trust that man and I had to remind him that I am one of the avengers too and if Eddie tries something funny he will get knocked out.

It was so busy today that I didn't realize it got dark outside. I quickly finished up and said my goodbyes. As I was leaving the feeling of dread crept up on me. It's not the first time I had to work overtime but for some reason today I felt a sense that someone was watching me.

I looked around and found the street empty. I was only 15 mins away from my apartment. When I heard a commotion in the alley. I hid behind the wall and peeked to find a black shiny creature holding a human in the air with one hand.

Venom

'I don't know man where is he I just got an envelope telling me to follow you because you have a parasite' the man was shaking with fear.

' WE ARE NOT A PARASITE'

The man whimpered in fear. Someone else is spying on Venom? But why?

'Tell us why they asked you to follow me'

'Let him go, Eddie, he is just a middleman me and my siblings have been looking for you.' A burly red-headed man called out to Venom. He looked at the scared man 'You can go now your work here is done'

Wait did he say, Eddie? No Y/n there are thousand of Eddies in New York this is not your Eddie.

'You can come out of this Venom suit of yours Eddie let's talk man to man.'

When Venom retreats back I almost let out a loud gasp at what I saw.

Eddie Brock is Venom

Why can't I meet a normal human being? I really want to go there and just start punching him but this man looks like bad news and not the kind Eddie was.

'The name is Carl Mach' he extended his hand

'Who?' Eddie asked him. What an idiot.

'I was a mercenary and I worked for Life foundation, I am one of the subjects who were chosen hosts to create Venom.' He slowly corners Eddie. Eddie's eyes widened the name must be familiar.

'Don't worry I won't kill you... yet because I have seen what have you done with Riot and I want to make sure you are dead after I make sure everyone here knows that you are not the hero you claim to be but a parasite that was meant to kill. I will show you hell Eddie.' Eddie shuddered as Carl distanced himself.

'Enjoy your last days on earth Eddie because I will ruin your life before I end it just like you did with me' with that he took the form of a yellow Venom and left our sights. I can deal with that yellow Venom another time right now I have a man to beat up. I saw Eddie leaving the alley I hid behind the wall and waited for him to enter his apartment.

Quickly I climbed the stairs and took a minute to not make it seem I was running. I knocked and surprisingly he opened the door before I could knock again.

'Hey,' he smiled at me. He didn't look like he was just threatened. His hair was disheveled as usual, and he looked so soft in the cream color cardigan he wore. So huggable.

NO.

He is a threat now. He is not cute or soft. He is Venom and he has hurt Peter.

'Hey uh, want to have some coffee?' Gosh, why does he make me so nervous? Deep breaths he is a threat and the only way you can clear yours and Bucky's name. Think about Bucky.

'Honestly, I could use your handmade coffee I had a really rough day darling.' his husky voice almost made me stumble. Stay strong.

He opened his door wider. I will have to knock him out. Easy peasy. Then call Fury and his men will come and collect him. Then Bucky and I will have Fury's trust. Fury will applaud me for my great work in front of the Avengers.

'You need some help Y/nn?' his presence behind me almost made me drop the glasses.

'Uh.. no why don't you sit there all comfy and I will bring your coffee.'

He quickly settled himself on his couch. I quickly need to find ways to knock him unconscious. I could use the vase I bought for him. Huh, this screams Shakespeare. I got the cups on the tray and put them on his coffee table. Yes while he is busy drinking the coffee I can sneak up behind him and knock him out.

As he cools down his coffee I pick up the vase and slowly walk behind the couch. Come on Y/n quick and easy. As I am about to swing the vase he turned around and I quickly started looking at the bottom of the vase.

'You are not drinking yours?'

'I will I was just looking at the price I want to gift a similar vase to a friend'. I am lying, I am clumsy what is this man doing to me. I have to knock him out quickly.

'Well do that later sit with me I didn't get to ask about your day.' He said smiling genuinely his lips looks so good I want to touch them or even bite them. Ugh! Might as well use this vase on me.

Sighing I sit beside him drinking my coffee telling him about my day him talking about his when I notice him looking at me and quickly looking away.

'I will go and wash these' he said picking up our empty cups and started washing them in the sink.

I take this as an opportunity to pick up the vase again and walk toward him careful not to make a sound.

As I swung the vase at him something grabbed my hand turning me around 180°. My back made contact with Eddie's chest. I realized Venom was the one who held me. I looked up to find Eddie looking at me our noses almost touching. He extended his hand

'Drop it' his voice lowered making shivers run up my spine. Must be my nerves.

'No'

He wrapped his hand around my neck slightly tightening it. 'I am not gonna ask again, drop it' his voice came out as a growl.

I looked into his eyes giving him the vase. He put the vase on the counter pushing me against the other counter putting his hands on the counter blocking my escape.

'Who are you? And no lies.'

'I didn't lie to you until moments ago when I attacked you with the vase, you attacked Spider-Man a few days ago and I am just handing you over to the officials in the least painful way.'

'You think you can hurt me, sweetheart? And what has Spider-Man got to do with you?'

'I can hurt you a lot actually and Spider-man is my friend we are one of the avengers actually'

He closed the distance between us 'Oh yeah? which one?'

'I am an Adaptoid' I pushed him away to prove the point

His eyes widened and looked at me slack-jawed 'Shit it is really one of you'

Part 6?

A/N: Don't worry the series won't be too long sorry for the delay I was busy being lazy. Feedback and Reblogs are appreciated.

@noodletwogo @belladona-is-poisonous @preciousbabypeter @jasminemohmed @my-obsession-spn

[ddejavvu]

hi mei, was wondering for mvm if you could do eddie brock and vemon sharing reader, thank you <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Eddie's perfectly content mouthing sloppily at your wet pussy, but when black ooze begins encroaching on his territory, he regrets having to pull his mouth off of your cunt.

"Hey!" He snaps, flicking at a tendril of Venom's slime that tries suctioning to your clit, "It's my turn down here, you've got'er tits."

"You are not occupying her entire lower region." Venom growls, "I was not bothering you."

True to Eddie's word, they're supposed to be sharing you, taking turns on who gets what and when. Venom is currently focused on your chest, but he's had no problem growing a face and occupying in your mouth with a very firm and forceful kiss.

He's had to break away to bicker with Eddie, and you breathe through spit-soaked lips, Venom's sticky saliva trailed up your chest and around your mouth. You arch into Venom's touch, the slimy, goopy suction at your tense nipples feeling delicious.

"Eddie," You whimper, cutting off whatever protests he'd been about to launch about the principle of things, "Just- just let him, please? I need- mm! I need a little more," You beg, "And you're- my clit, I want my clit sucked."

"I can suck your clit," Eddie scoffs, once more slapping Venom away when he tries taking up the swollen nub. Eddie slips his fingers into your cunt rather than his mouth, nipping gently at your thigh before wrapping his lips around your aching clit.

It's just what you need, and you hungrily buck your hips up, happily letting Venom re-engage your kiss. It's sloppy, messy, with far too much tongue, but you're more than content to choke on it, gagging as Venom slides the wet muscle down your throat.

"Eddie," You gasp, with what little air you're permitted, "Eddie, more! Harder!"

With his free hand, Eddie pinches your inner thigh, the sensitive skin sending a jolt of pain through you. At the same time, Venom pinches your nipples hard, and Eddie's mouth suckles harshly at your clit. It throws you over the edge, and you freefall into bliss, writhing as your orgasm spreads through you.

You cum so hard that your ears ring for a few seconds, and when you come to, Eddie's lapping gently at your cunt, bringing you down, "See? I can do it too, Venom."

"I do it better." The symbiote boasts, abandoning your nipples to head straight for your abused clit, "Switch! I will prove it."

[sunraies]

hey babe. love you and your works. hope your doing well and healthy.

my request is kook!reader x rafe. she is totally a girlboss and she walks him like a dog (that tiktok trend). so one day she gets into a fight w someone and Topper and Kelce are like 'Rafe go get your girl' or something like that and she says sit down (another tiktok trend im dying) Rafe sits down immidieatly and everyones like wtf and Rafe says 'thats what my girl said.' and smirking. when fight is over she says 'were done here' and Rafe stands up to follow her but their friends are about to laugh but dont have the courage of that and she says 'any problem babies?' and when there is no answer she goes like 'thats what i thought.' and they leave.

im literally spending 11 hours a day on tiktok. this trends and povs got me. im sure im gonna love it. but if you dont want to write thats okay. have a good day sweetie. love you. :3

Hi, hun! I'm doing good. I hope you are too?? I love you and this idea! I'm sorry it's not very long, and I hope it's how you pictured it x

Infatuated

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings - swears, love sick Rafe, hints of a cheating ex.

As requested above

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From the moment Rafe and you started dating, he was completely and utterly infatuated. He was at you every call and walked at your heels, literally.

If you were entering a room, Rafe was always sure to be two steps behind you. Your hand holding his as he followed you like a love sick puppy.

Everyone knew you were his Queen, and what did the Queen do best? Protect her King.

So when you caught your ex talking shit about Rafe at a party, who was the one to grab him by the collar and spit a warning in his face. You, of course.

"He's more of a man that you ever will be," you hissed, vemon in your voice, holding his Ralph Lauren polo shirt in your perfectly manicured hand. "I don't ever catch his name in your mouth again, got it?"

He swallowed and nodded before you let him go. Just as you were about to walk back to Rafe, someone caught your arm.

"Don't you dare fucking touch him" A girl, who you guessed was his current fling warned you.

"Oh honey, I was just going to wash my hands." Your toned was even before gently removing her grip on your arm. "Have some respect for yourself. Jealousy doesn't match your outfit."

Her scream of frustration caught Topper's attention from across the room with Kelce and Rafe. He nudged Kelce's arm, making him look over.

"Oh shit," Kelce blurted out. "Rafe, you better go get your girl."

Rafe spun around to watch as you dodged a slap, making the girl stumble into the wall beside you. Your laugh seemed to float across the room, but it was more cruel than normal.

"Baby, are you -" Rafe was at your side as your ex was picking the girl up.

"Sit down." You held a finger out to him, and he obeyed, knowing you could hold your own.

Everyone around who had been watching glanced at each other. "What the fuck, man?" Topper asked leaning on the back of the sofa, Rafe had plopped down on.

"My girl's got this." He smirked, sipping on his drink.

You turned to the girl who looked about ready to lunge at you again. "Sweetie, you deserve him." You fixed your hair before heading towards Rafe. "Just get yourself tested, he has a habit of fucking anything that walks"

You could hear her, asking him what the fuck that was supposed to mean as you held your hand out to Rafe.

"Come on, we're done here." You smiled at him. "I don't like the vibe of this place anymore."

"Sure, baby." He finished his drink before grabbing your hand and following you towards the door.

"Damn, you really are her bitch" Topper muttered under his breath but you heard.

"What was that, babe?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Noth. Nothing." He croaked on the laugher as did most around him.

"Didn't think so, honeybun." You smirked at him and gently tapped his cheek before leaving with Rafe.

As you walked towards his car, Rafe threw an arm over your shoulders and kissed your temple. "What was that even about, baby?"

"Just people talking shit." You shrugged before climbing into the car as he held the door open for you.

[captain-n-crunchies]

He cute...a little weird but cute!

Crona the mf Grogan x Chubby!Black Reader

A.N: (Ok sooo ive never seen a fic with him and a black girl which is crazy because i feel like he like DOWN BAD for black and what black? we therefore we must write 🤭)

" He cries like alot'

" yeah, it's kinda sad because of Medusa if you think about it

" yeah, but still, he too creepy and he cries? that's like a serial killer code gone wrong"

Two people I call friends talks about the new boy at school, his names Crona I think? I dunno but, he was one of Medusas pawns for taking down the DWMA; which to me I knew the bitch was crazy when she came in with a bob and twists in her hair...BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! So, as they talked I just tune them out listening to music and drawing some doodles when out the corner of my eye, I saw him for the first time.

"Wow..is that a girl or boy?" I lean over and asked one of the girls to which they shook they heads no, Crona sits by Maka and a small smile glows his face; he's beautiful like REALLY pretty, I just stared at him a bit and when my friend tapped me to ask about something i saw he looked at me too..HE WANTS ME BAD LIKE HA!

*Two class periods later, now it lunch because we are big and hungry*

" Thats just nasty..." I say in utter disgust, BlackStar ass is putting cheese, meat, pickles and for some reason mixed milk and Soul dared him to eat it! Niggas are like weridddd, but as I was looking I saw Crona making the same face I was it made me giggle at how he looks utterly disgusted yet curious.

Me and my little group of friends sit down, and we eat some chips and snacks when Maka and Soul's group of friends came over. We look up and smiled since we all are familiar with each other, Liz and Patty sat across from me and Crona and Maka sat beside me on my right since my friend was too my left; Crona just seemed nervous and jittery so I whispered what was wrong? He just shook his head and then some bald black monster thingy came out of his back?

" QUIT BEING A WIMP AND TALK CRONA"

" Ouch! Stoppp I don't know how to talk to girls! Och Ragnarök!"

I watched in a confused manner and turned to Maka who was just getting ready to throw her book, Soul was just staring at BlackStar who was groaning in pain from his earlier concoction with Tsubaki shaking her head in disappointment. I look at Crona who now is sitting covering his head and I don't knew i just felt like comforting him.

" Ok na, that's enough, now go on back to where you came from"

" WHO DO YOU THINK YO-"

" CLAM IT DOWN OFFBRAND VEMON, keep it cute you saw him smiling and giggling all happy now you gotta mess with him? Thats sad"

Me and off brand get to arguing and I'm not gonna lie he ate me up a few times, but I kept up with him! As we argued the group was laughing egging me and black slimeball out; soon he just went back into Crona and Crona thanked me smiling, I told it wasn't big deal.

" I've really stood up to him...he's cool during fights, but I don't like when he yells at me"

" I don't either, you were all shy earlier now you crying! Here let me help" I get out a toilette from my bag and wipe his face off and he stares at him with wide eyes, I didn't know grey pinkish eyes could sparkle but his did; we started talking again except, Crona was more talkative really to me and Maka.

The bell rings and we all go to our classes but, me and Crona walk together to the courtyard.

" T-thank you for being nice tome when he came out, it not a lot of people who would argue with him"

" It's fine Crona plus, it made steal some of his comebacks" I laughed off, Crona had a small smile on his lips when I talked, he's a good listener. We mainly talk about interests and what he wants to do at DWMA, he told me about how Marie was helping him get over his past and Maka helping with making friends and even though he just got here I feel like I've known his story. As we're walking we both look at the creepy sun it almost time for our next class and I take a tiny snack.

" Want one? " Sure" Hès very simple, we eat a bit of the chips and continues our convo when I see my friends skipping; they called us over and Crona saw Marie, we parted ways wuth goodbyes and i walked over to my friends who are smirking.

" What's the smirks abo-"

" You like him!!!"

" Omg reader! You got a crush on the serial killer non killer dude!?"

They giggle and tease me for my little, tiny, molecular crush on Crona; even though they are right it still doesn't me they get to talk about it!

"I wouldn't say crushhh, more of a I think he's cute."

" But he like textbook definition of werido"

" Well, he's gonna be my werido! I'll talk about Pokémon cards and if Goku is better than Naruto any day if it with him!" I say with my head held high.

" BYEEEE NOT HER IN LOVEEEE" they say in unison, and I speed walk away from them with a smile, and the thought of cutesy Crona Gorgon with flowers and the title ' my werido' engraved in my mind.

Yeah, he may have crybaby, whine a lot, and is kinda serial killer but doesn't kill traits but its cute on him! He's weird and I'm gonna be weird with him!

A.N: ( OMG THIS IS SOOO ME CODED AND SOOO CUTE, and i know it isn't describing the body type but I'm chubby so Imma write it like that because we don't have nothingggg with him, but yea! Let me know if you like it!

[serxinns]

it’s about to be WW3 at a certain high school because reader-Chan has a crush on someone in their class! (how tf did class 1a’s nosey asses find out) and Valentine’s Day is around the corner too

(NOT WW3 😭😭😭😭 Yall be tryna cause CHAOS and I love it😙)

•your class waited all year for this day they couldn't wait for them to confess their love to you and be together forever!

•The class got a bunch of stuff for you! Small plushies, Candies and snacks you like, Jewelry and expensive gifts heck Momo got you a Huge Diamond (don't even ask how she got that) and of course their valentine cards and letters!

• Mina's card was filled with glitter slime and a pic a you and her with some of your favorite candies and treats!, Ochako filled her cards with doodles of you and her kissing cuddling, and even in cute outfits! And she bought you a cute little galaxy pen!,

Kiri filled his with cheesy Pickup lines and shark stickers! With a cute shark plush, Izuku filled his with the theme of your quirk in an all-might-themed Palestine card and he was gonna gift you one of the very rare all-might figure he flushed at the dream of you saying yes to being his Valentine and put his lips into his~, Bakugo is very confident yet nervous about today his friends questioned it but he tells them to piss off at the same time he's confident that you'll like the Valentine day card with all might theme puns even a "I may be number 1 but you'll always be my number 2" but at the same time generous about how you'll react will you be happy will you be disgusted will you friendzone him his mind swirled with thoughts"

•Everyone else cards was filled with either a picture of you or just giving you large or small gifts they waited until you walked into their classroom your classmates were eyeing each other jealously to see if their gifts were better then the others some were bickering to each other that y/n would love their gifts more then theirs4

•And when they heard you humming and opening the classroom door they all were about to leap out of their seats to give you their gifts until they saw you blushing with a gift from another student...

•they all stood in silence while they saw you walk happily to your desk putting the gift in your backpack

•They stood in silent for a few minutes until Mina was the one who spoke up about it and confronted you in a fake cheery tone mixed with vemon and anger

"Wow y/n chan! that gift looks really amazing where did you get it from"

"Oh it was from a secret admirer isn't that amazing!"

The class blood boiled so did Minas but she kept her composer "Thats amazing y/n! I really hope you find out who they are! You go bestie!" she said while her eye were twitching and with her teeth smashed together into a force smile "I really do- *Phone starts to ring* oh thats my phone! Ill be right back!

As soon as you were out of there sight It was chaos

•Everyone started yelling and screaming while aizawa was in his sleeping bag having a good sleep Bakugo was yelling and threatening anyone to come out and stop being a coward it became worse when Shoto said "Well how come it isn't you hot head" and now It's REALLY the hunger games now everyone was screaming the girls were glaring at anyone sneering while the boys looked like they were gonna start a slaughter that was until iida calmed them down

"Everyone calmed down it has seem that it was none of us that confess to y/n early then it must be the person that's not in the class" they stopped and thought about iidas words until hakagure held her hand up "But how do we know who is it" iida sighed and pulled his glasses up "It seems like we have to work together to find out who it is"

And the battle was on

•for classmates more secret admirers' letters were coming into your locker and your classmates went to investigate the bakusquad was in charge of watching you in the halls the dekusquad was in charge of eyeing anyone seeing if they were suspicious and if they seemed to like it they threaten them to see if they were the culprit but they get either scared to talk or get injured by trying to fight them

•But no matter how much they tried the envelops were still popping up out of nowhere

That was until they had a plan

•Hakagure walked around with no clothes looking for the security room with a small spy camera they borrowed from Mei and hooked it up on to her to sneak into the security room and rewind the day they 1st gave it to you she looked both ways to see that nobody was there

"I'm here" she spoke in an ear piece "Good now go rewind the tapes to 5:AM February 14th Hakagure typed in some stuff (blah blah hacking stuff) until she reached the security rooms she rewound the tapes grinning to herself that they were gonna catch the admirer but to their surprise, no was at your locker so she decided back to see if the culprit must've done it much earlier last night even but was no trace... The class glared at the results and for the waste of time sneered at the results who else could it be?!

• From now on your classmates were now being a bit overbearing whenever you went out they would always wanna go out as well and whenever you walked to class with them they would glare at anyone who took a glance to make sure you were theirs they made not found the culprit but once they do they'll give them the torture of their lifetime!

Meanwhile

•a giggle was made in a distance in the student's room he was gigging while writing a bunch of cheesey sunshine jokes in another love envelope with the end of your secret admirer and of the pictures of you Mirio had a crushed on you ever since they met he told Tamaki and seizure and they were all support into this Heck they were even helping with the envelops and didn't care for his obsession since they were obsessed with you too and once mirio and you got together they will share you...their darling their everything~ the giggling stopped when mirio yet finished another love letter and out it in the envelop placing a soft kiss on it

"Sooner or later...y/n will be mines no OURS~"

[rreskk]

Dear ol' Trev

I'm experimenting with heavier topics, like smut. So if you're sensitive to the subject of "BDSM", don't read! I'll be answering requests soon enough, thank you for being patient :)

Summary: Trevor was untamed and aggressive. There was only one way to force him out of that toxic mentality.

TW: -heavy smut (BDSM) -Violence (Death threats)

Pairings: Dom!Fem reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 2971

For the past three days, he has been unrightfully slaughtering every flaw he deceives, and the judgement has been clashed onto you. So for the past three days, you’ve been verbally insulted with every fibre of his body. Reason complied? Unknown. You haven’t recalled doing anything wrong, or anything to cause this spike of anger. Alas, you have been nothing but idle for the past days. He hasn’t made the effort to conversate, fuck, treat you with dignity. Ever since he came home from Los Santos, he’s been ugly and obscene.

You’ve tried to argue against this sudden aggression, challenging his authority, and it would get physical. Right now, he was more than physical. You had lost your temper and called him every name under the sun and he was provoked beyond belief. His face was red, eyes filled with angry tears, fists clenched as his nails would pierce the skin underneath. Trevor stood an arms-length away from you, his eyes burning daggers into yours.

“Say that again.” His voice hoarsely demanded.

“You heard me.”

“You little shit.” Trevor croaked, his vexation becoming hostile.

You raised an eyebrow, “What’s the problem? I don’t see a lie.”

His lips twitched into a snarl and he grabbed the collar of your shirt, threatening to toy you around. His neck and arm veins were pulsing. You wondered if he strained anymore, they may burst.

“Keep your mouth shut. You’re pissing me off, big time.”

“You’ve been pissing me off for the last 72 hours.”

“You don’t say?” He cruelly hissed, “And you repay that by insulting me, [y/n]? You think it’s funny abusing dear ol’ Trev?”

“Cut that creepy shit out. You’re disgusting – “

“Ohhh… Complaints, complaints, complaints. You always FUCKING complain.”

“Maybe you should take the fucking hint and MAN UP!” You shouted in his face, “The moment your revolting scent arrived at my door after a week of no calls or texts, you had the audacity to operate and belittle me? Like what? I was some slave? Oh yeah, what a lovely man dear ol’ Trev is. What a lovely cunt!”

“THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?”

“Just get out, seriously – “

Trevor pushed you back violently as he threw his arm over the dining table, all the plates and clutter falling onto the floor with a big crash. You glared at him after finding your balance.  He maintained that deep scowl, eyes not leaving yours as it went silence, only the background noise of glass crunching under his work boots.

“How fucking dare you.” You heaved, the energy you have left slowly running out.

“You gonna complain again, sugar?” Trevor tongued as you saw the strands of his saliva spit with vemon.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“I know you,” He continued, “You wouldn’t last a week without me.”

“Me? Really? Please! That’s utter bullshit.”

“Yeah… Really.” At this point, Trevor was breathing down on you, his arms locking you against the wall behind. He began to smirk at how trapped you were. He enjoyed seeing you covered in his shadow with that nasty look in your eye.

You tried to lean away, despite his nudges. His hands began leaving achy bruises on your wrists, them cruel fingers spreading his disease while you avoided the discourse of his intoxicating breath. It smelt like death. Your throat numbed at the inhale of his mucky scent, and before you knew it, he lowered his head and began to combatively whisper slander in your ear.

“I ain’t leaving, prick. I am not leaving this place until it’s fuckin’. You hear me?” His hot breath antagonising your neck.

“Get off me, Trevor.”

“No, I think you like it.”

“You fucking pervert!”

His voice rumbled, “Mmm… Maybe I am. Maybe I’m just a burden, a pervert, a creep. Maybe I just wanna bash your fuckin’ head in? What do you think about that, baby? Sounds good?”

You striked his cheek suddenly, his frame falling back at the impact. Trevor held his cheek with a disturbed expression, his eyes wide. Your hand stung with succession as you gave him a gnarly grin.

“I think that’s a great idea, Trevor,” You said, approaching him, “Maybe I should bash your fucking head in,” Your left hand rapidly grasped his jaw before he could fight back, “And you’ll definitely enjoy it.”

“The fuck? –“ He whinged when you grabbed his neck and jaw.

“What’s the matter? It’s not nice being treated like a dog, isn’t it?” Your other hand jolted forwards, hitting his cheek again where a small cry of pain left his lips.

“Fuckin’ stop!”

“You are going to pick up every shard of glass on this very floor. If you don’t, I’m kicking your ass goodbye. You got that?” You shouted in his flushed face.

Trevor threw your hands off, a look of disgust painting his face. He studied you up and down, a sense of uncertainty behind those unstable eyes.

“You’re taking the shitting piss, [y/n]. I’m not doing that.” He mocked.

“You are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Really?” You licked your teeth, “I think you are.”

He sent you a hefty glare, “The fuck are you playing?”

“You want to play?”

“What? – “

“Okay, Trevor. If you really wanna play.” Within a second, Trevor felt his trousers being torn off as he cried out in surprise. His hands automatically covered his bulge but you slapped them away, your fists threatening to interrogate his crotch.

“[y/n], fuck off!” He demanded, fighting against your hands.

“No, I think you like it.” You reflected his words from before, smirking.

“Stop! – “ His voice wobbled with vulnerability. He bellowed forwards and tried to pull his trousers up until his underwear was confiscated as well. Trevor gritted his teeth, seeing you enjoy the struggle he was going through when his cock was on display. He noticed you were grinning at his exposure, feeling fragile and insecure, “C’mon – this ain’t funny. Fuck off!”

“Awh…” You teased and allowed him to scatter, his trousers clumsily being buckled up again. He did not look happy. Trevor’s nostrils flared as he stared at you with raw fury.

“You think this is funny?” He shouted, “You’re a fuckin’ cunt!”

“Easy…”

“EASY? YOU TELLING ME TO BE EASY?”

“You always liked showing yourself off. What’s so bad about it now?” You questioned, smirking up at him.

Trevor stumbled backwards, his feet stomping on the shards of glass that he littered. One piece made a crunching sound from under his foot. He gazed up to see if you had noticed, biting his lip when you stared heavily; watching his every move like a vulture feasting on it’s future prey, the impulsive climax barely containing itself.

His lips snarled when you spoke again, “I heard it – you heard it.”

“I ain’t cleaning.” He responded, crossing his arms.

“Why not?”

“Because I ain’t. You can’t make me.”

“Oh, okay.” You hummed and dismissed the conversation, turning your back.

Trevor smirked when he thought you backed away from the argument. He uncrossed his arms and whistled, singing your name as he placed his foot over a broken frame of you and him. Once he had gained your attention, Trevor licked his lips and pressed down, breaking the picture even more – clearing wanting a strong reaction, as he found it enjoyable.

You felt something stab your gut when he pathetically destroyed the only good picture of you both. And he smiled after it broke. It made you distressed, furious, hated. He stood there carefree, his belt still loose from your stunt beforehand, making him look like a golden stud. A golden stud you wanted to hammer.

“Whoops.” He winked, rotating away from the living room before a hard-hitting hand clenched his shoulder, launching him backwards and onto the rumble of glass. Trevor cried out, his skin scratched and prickled by the mess he made.

You stood over him and stared down; no sign of pleasure nor happiness. He cursed your name as he tried to stand up from the pile of shards but your foot sent him flying down again. It crushed his lower stomach, his breathing becoming unhinged and erratic. Extending weight onto your foot, his hands wrapped around your ankle, begging for you to get off.

“Fuckin’ get off!” He pled repeatedly.

Of course, it didn’t convince you. Your foot dug into his torso until he was threatening to lose his ability to breathe. Waiting for the moment Trevor’s eyes would portray the seconds left of his near-death experience, you released the pressure, and he frantically crawled to his knees, wailing for some air. He mercilessly wailed, believing he was on the road to death by your strangulation.

“Why are you crying?” You degraded, grabbing his hair and forcing his knees to kneel against the glassy carpet.

Trevor panted. His head being forced to look up, staring directly towards your thighs. He didn’t say anything but whined when you’d occasionally tug his hair, trying to pressure some rise out of him.

“C’mon… You’re feeling shameful now, aren’t you?”

He shook his head, still being stubborn.

“You like being on your hands and knees, Trevor?”

He whined again.

“Why don’t you get the fuck up?” You smirked.

“I hate you,” He finally mewled, “I’ll kill you!”

“Get the fuck up then.”

Trevor struggled, trying to use his weak arms but you only pushed him back down with a laugh.

“[y/n]!” He snapped.

“What?”

Your fingers tickled his scalp, falling down his back, reaching the hem of his trousers as he remained on his all fours, having a hard time keeping balance due to the amount of scratches and impaled glass in his skin. Nonetheless, your fingers tickled him. Trevor felt his trousers being pulled down again, and he dropped his head, whispering profound insults that definitely included the words “evil”, “witch”, and “bitch.” But you didn’t care. You waited until his ass was exposed and his cock dangling between his legs. He was shaky, unsure of what you’re about to do. He wanted to stand up, but your grip on him only tightened and his knees were too weak. Did he beg you to stop? No. So you only made it harder for him.

Very hard.

“Fuck… The fuck you doing to me?” Trevor murmured in pain.

“If you wanna ruin my home, you can be ruined with it.” You said before kicking your shoe against his exposed cock, making him jump and cry out in agony.

“FUCK!”

“You like that?” His whole arousal was being beaten with your shoe again, the repetitive kicks destructing Trevor’s last ounce of his aggression.

“FUCK – I HATE YOU! – “ He’d cry, tears oozing down his red cheeks as you kicked him from behind again.

“You deserve so much more hate,” You huffed – his cock and balls being left swollen and bruised, “I’m giving you the bare minimum of it. You should thank me, Trevor.”

It ended with his face crazing against the glass-scattered floor, his cheek embedding deep wounds as he wails from the pain of his genitals being physically abused. He attempted to cover his cock but you slapped his hands away, kicking him one last time before giving him a minor break.

He collapsed, body sprawled out.

The glass was ignored now. You stepped over him, your shadow overcasting the menacing danger of your touch. Trevor, with his eyes closed, felt the shade and spoke through his condition, his voice crackled and fable – like an emotional child begging for some hugs after a traumatic nightmare.

“I’m not thanking… I’m not! Not thanking – you! Kick me again, I fuckin’ dare you! I’m never – FUCK!” You obeyed his request and pressed the soul of your shore against his manhood, crushing until it went numb.

“You never give up, baby…”

He whimpered with is nose stuffed in the carpet floor.

“Wish you’d last this long in bed.” You ended.

Trevor’s head jerked up at the mention of you judging his struggle to hold. He gritted his teeth and aimed to spit, unsuccessfully watching the saliva reach barely half way as you just watched with a frown. A piece of clammy drool fell from his lips, dropping onto the floor, along with his tears.

“And what was that for, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

“Sensitive topic?”

“FUCK YOU!”

You grabbed his waist and forced him to his knees again. Trevor tried to resist but fell into your hands, murmuring complaints about the pain. He winced, trying to face you. But yet again, he failed. And he was beyond angered at his power being taken away.

“This is not FUCKIN’ funny, baby,” He whinged, “I hate you so much sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” You grinned.

“Mm, shut the fuck up…”

“C’mon. Admit it.”

“I said; shut the fuck up!”

“Fucking man up, Trevor. You’re on the floor with your cock fucked and your knees asleep – what are you gonna do? Encourage me to enjoy this more?” You caressed the back of his neck.

“Keep on going…” He whispered, almost quiet enough for you to miss.

“Sorry?”

“Keep going.”

A small smirk twitched and you crouched down, Trevor hesitantly putting his chin on your knee as he looked at you with an angry but lustful stare. He tried to lean closer, wanting a kiss, but he was refused and grunted when you dropped his head onto the floor again. He hit the floor and cursed your name menacingly.

“Fuck you, baby! I want you!”

“You wanted this, Trev?”

“Shut the fuck up and kill me already! Just end my life, make me cry!” He protested with desperation.

“You’re gonna be a man and last long for me?”

He nodded his head, “I wanna last long for you.”

“And you’re going to apologise? – “

“[y/n]! Please, just help me already!” Trevor complained and returned to his knees and hands, his dick burning red.

You laughed and shook your head with a small grin. Now that he was vulnerable and eager for your touch, it made it easier to gain a reaction. Your knee pressed against his backside and you forced him up, his back grinding against your thigh. Trevor closed his eyes as he felt your arms wrap around him, the skin-contact trailing from his stomach, closer to his arousal. He twitched with excitement, his hair mangled and skin tattered with oozing blood.

“So good for me, baby.” You praised and hugged his cock with your cold hands, massaging the tip and roughly mishandling the length to ensure your power is still prominent.

His whole body shook at your touch and he groaned when you demanded him to keep his hands away. It took some courage to follow your authorities, but it was worth it when you began stroking him, caressing his sore skin.

“Yes…” Trevor breathed, “Yes… Yes, that’s right.”

“You wanna be rubbed like the pervert that you are?”

“I’m a fuckin’… God! Yes!”

“Tell me how bad you want it, Trevor.”

He struggled to speak, “I – I… Oh, fuck… M’yeah. C’mon… Fuckin’ faster! Now! – “ Then he paused, dread clogging his throat when you clenched his cock.

“You want to continue being a little fucker?” You hissed in his ear.

“No… No, ma,” Trevor felt it get tighter as he whimpered, “I’m your fucker… I’m your pervert, God!”

“Say my name.”

“[y/n]…”

“Prefer me being in charge, baby?” You giggled, not used to seeing him so submissive.

“I love being treated like a rape toy, mommy!” And he had lost the plot, so emerged in his attraction.

You rubbed him harder and faster, your lips pressing down his neck as he was moaning frantically. From the way he was so stiff and hot, it was clear he had been holding a semi for a long, long time. It made you smirk. Trevor was so pathetic. He made it harder for himself – just so he could feel some pleasure in the end.

“I’m gonna cum – “

“What did I say?” Your lips moved against his skin.

“I – “ Trevor rolled his eyes back and dramatically growled, his hips jerking and cock twitching.

“Don’t cum yet.”

He panted, “Fuck you… Fuck you… Fuck you, I love you!”

“Easy. Concentrate on me, baby.”

“All for you, ma. All for you!”

“You’re so hard, sugar.” You held his body weight so he was forced to deal with you edging him. Even though he was erratic and fierce, you managed to keep him in check and he remained huddled in your arms, his cock being molested by your hands.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” He sobbed.

“You’re such a slut, Trevor.”

“Ohhh… Fuuuck!” His words mingled for so long that it would crack. Then it went silent before his body spazzed, his dick delivering a huge load of cum that squirted onto the floor that was stained with damp tears, blood, glass.

He had silently cried through the orgasm. You looked at Trevor, his face scrunched and tongue hanging out like a dog. You had overstimulated him too much that climaxing had become a huge revolution, almost as though he transported through time.

“All good, baby?” You asked.

It took a few seconds before he nodded.

“You sore?”

He nodded again, chest heaving in and out.

“Good boy…” You kissed his cheek.

“You’re killing me,” Trevor airily slurred, “You almost killed me.”

“I know.”

“Fuck… Fuck! Fuck you… That was so hot…”

“You gonna clean up now?”

“[y/n]!” He whined tiredly, “You punished me enough, baby…”

You’d smirk, “Fine. You’ve proven how much of a baby you are. I wouldn’t want to cross the line and over exhaust you.”

“Fuck you.”

“And stop insulting me. Who’s house are you in?”

“…Yours.”

“So treat this place with respect, and me.” You warned.

Trevor gave you a playful glare before nodding, “Fuckin’ fine…”

“Now stand up. You reek.”