#and i also know that i DO NOT care im freaking out rolling onto the motorway bro

[pixiesnooze]

“this has been hinted at all along it was foreshadowed” gege akutami could have handwritten me a personalised letter personally detailing how he plans on finishing the damned story and i would still freak out seeing it so now what

[c0llisiion]

Pairing : jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre : smut

★ : request <3 , drabble , public sex , unprotected sex , slight praise kink and degradation ig? — lmk if i missed any!

W/C : 713

A/N : IM BACK 🤣 tysm to anon for rq this!! sorry for being inactive again i js have been going through another block 💀💀💀 i also started working on a jk au sooooo ANYWAYSSSSS NJOYY!!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Picnic dates have got to be the cutest date idea ever. Especially when the picnic is in an area where there are not many people—just you and your boyfriend—the nature, the food, the aura—everything that brings you solitude.

And that's why he had you push against a tree trunk. Your hands gripped onto the dry, flaky surface as Jungkook frantically pushed your little sundress up. “Jungkook- not right now- people could—" "You look so gorgeous in that little dress doll, I cannot resist.” He cut you off, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothed cunt. Jungkook was a freak, and thank all the gods that he matched your freak too. He didn't care if people could catch you guys while you were doing the deed. It was thrilling for him. The possibility got him very excited, and you didn’t mind it either.

“Jungkoo-“ you were cut off again as his large hand wrapped around your mouth. You felt him push your panties to the side; the girth of his dick landed on your exposed ass with a soft thud. “Dont want anyone hearing you, right?” You whined against his mouth as his angry red tip prodded into your sopping hole. He fucked his tip into you so you could slowly adjust to his size. “Gonna have you dripping my cum. Fill you up so good, yeah? You like that, don't you? Show everyone who you belong to?” He said while pressing you closer to the trunk. Chest flush against the surface. His long cock started pushing itself into your tight pussy. Stretching you out perfectly. His other hand gripped your ass cheek, giving it a tight slap before fully pushing himself in. Your eyes roll back, and tears start swelling up.

He wasted no time in fucking you senseless. His pace was quick and hard. Skin slapping against each other, and your muffled moans echoed throughout the area. His right hand tugged the top of your sundress down, squeezing and pulling on your sensitive tits. Your hips bucked into his at the new feeling. You clenched around his length as he plunged into your pussy. “Shit doll, taking me in so well… You only know how to bounce on my cock, dont you?” He teased. Jungkook’s mouth was agape; soft, breathy moans escaped his wet lips. Gummy walls clenched around the girthy length, your cream collecting at the base of his cock.

You moaned into his mouth like a bitch in heat. Eyes swelled up, and mascara seeped down your face. “Such a needy thing, aren't you? So needy for me, huh?” His hand left your tits to play with your swollen clit. Your hot tears ran down your face and stained his hand. The overstimulation gets to you as he starts flicking and rubbing the sensitive nub. His dick pushing into you harsher and harsher.

Your legs started trembling as you were almost close. “Coming baby? Does my baby want to squirt all over my dick?” Jungkook leaned down and whispered lowly. You turned your head around and nodded incoherently, eyes filled with tears. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, “Anything for my good girl.” His pace reached an inhuman rate. Your eyes shot wide open as he drew rough circles over your nub. “Yeah? You like how that feels?” You nod through tears and cries. You cried out loudly into his hand as you came all over his cock.

Clear liquid gushed out of your sopping hole and ran down your thighs. Jungkook was chasing his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier and faster as he almost reached his high. Hearing the wet sounds of your fucked out pussy sucking him in was enough for him to shoot his load deep inside you with a loud groan. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him fill you up, excess cum seeping from the sides as he slowly pulled out his softening cock.

Jungkook detaches his hand from your mouth; a thick layer of your saliva coated his palm from your constant drooling, and he let out a soft chuckle as he saw the state of his palm. He pulled your panties back into place before patting them and leaning down to whisper in your ears, “Show everyone who you belong to, kay?” 

A/N : THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGGG! The idea for the rq popped up after i suddenly retrospected this one twt 🌽 vid i once saw 💀 ALSO DID YALL CATCH THE TINASHE REF 🤭🤭 life has been really hectic and I have so many fic ideas and inboxs 2 complete 😭 i might be slow in posting so be patient w me! Ilysm!! Tc <3

Masterlist!

[sugarypinecones]

DODGE!!!!! god i want dodge so bad i want to lay between his stretched out legs and wrap my arms around one of them and rest my head on his thigh while he plays with my hair while we watch smth together but it's all background noise because his dick is so close to me mouf and i js wanna run my nose against the little outline from his washed out jeans IS THAT A CRIME IS THAT SO TERRIBLE please oh my god his strong rodeo arms i just wanna sit on his lap and rub my hands all over him im sorry i think im ovulating

(in lois griffin voice) whoever that was.. thank you….

NO because ur SO real.. like i audibly went holy to this, had to screenshot, send to council, and come back to re read again like that one sarah paulson video.

this was meant to be a tiny tiny blurb but it turned out way longer than expected so sorry lolz + f!reader

ALSO! if you sent an ask i am working on it, but i was on vacation so now im finally home and yupppp

send more asks. anything. i will try and match ur freak as hard as i can pls god, and anyways that being said:

like, get me; it starts out somewhat innocent. tired and lazy because of all the panic bullshit, you two decide to just stay home rather going out to all the random parties and events thrown between each game.

dayna and his mom don’t care that he has you over — they find it nice he found someone, a nice distraction from inside his head.

as for the show, it’s probably some random documentary or reality show: first thing he saw when logging into the streaming platform. he, genuinely, is probably engrossed in it, but you’re engrossed in him: how close you two are.

you’re laying between his legs, obviously, and his hands are strung around you messily, just wanting to have some sort of hold on you. how he’s holding you, you probably have no idea what, focused on the washed-out jeans of his — weathered from wear by rodeos or helping anne or anything else.

he’s probably yapping about something on the TV — “i don’t see how bestfriends could do that to eachother..” bla bla bla, you’re not really focusing in on it - humming, trying to sound interested in whatever it is he’s actually talking about. some “oh really?” and “i know..” are strung throughout the humming, but you have no idea if it’s actually appropriate to his talking.

he seems to catch on, though, unbeknownst to you. it’s hard not to notice his pretty girlfriend’s eyes focused directly on his crotch every few minutes, head shifting back and forth ever so slightly — making his dick twitch with need.

you wondered if his jeans are always this tight — wondering if you looked earlier you could’ve seen it, but the truth was, you really couldn’t. this only happened after the fact you got in the car — but obviously, you weren’t keenly aware of his crotch up until the minute you got in bed.

his hands run up and down ur back softly, and god it just makes the URGE to run ur face along the outline so much worse !!! he’s fallen quiet, so u slightly wonder if maybe something’s wrong or maybe he caught onto your disinterest in his words, so you glance up out of the corner of your eye, only to realize he’s been watching you for god knows how long.

he probably says something stupid, like: “you know the tv’s over there, right?” or “interesting?” something really dumb and smart-assy. you roll your eyes, probably say something back, and one thing leads to another and he’s nonchalantly trying to suggest you could do it if you wanted to.

so you do. and god !! does it feel as good as u thought it would. he twitches beneath u and tries to act like it’s really not turning him on as much as it is, but it’s hard not to, a sticky, wet patch is already forming at the tip of his cock; itching to bleed through the light jeans.

he ends up pulling you closer, forgetting all about the tv, bringing you into a hasty kiss, needy and desperate but still filled with tenderness.

you fix yourself on his lap, smiling into the kiss, glad you got your way, like it was ever a fight to begin with — it never was, he would give you anything you asked for whenever you wanted.

he’s so gentle when he touches you. his large hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even closer into his lap, his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, panting softly, breathless.

"you’re really not very good at paying attention." he mumbled breathlessly, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.

he moved his hands down your sides, running them up and down your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the skin beneath the hems of your shorts as he shifted underneath you slightly.

“what’s going through your pretty little head, hm?” he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face.

you hummed softly, looking up at him with a small, playful pout on your lips.

“well… i was listening,” you pouted, “kinda.”

he chuckled softly at your response, his hands continuing to run up and down your thighs, the touch of his palms warm and rough against your skin.

“you’re so cute,” he murmured, “but i don’t think you were listening at all.”

he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your nose, before continuing to trail his lips down your jawline and down your neck.

“i think you were too distracted by something else,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he nipped at your neck softly.

he knew you far too well - he knew the way your body reacted to his touch. he knew how to make you melt.

he continued to nibble at your neck, gently, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine.

“can you even remember what i was talking about?” he murmured playfully, his hands still running up and down your thighs.

“of course,” you retort, clearly defensive. “you don’t get how best friends.. could do that to eachother.” it’s clear you were listening to him, but not the television.

he chuckled softly, his lips pressed against your skin as you spoke.

“of course you remember that part,” he teased, knowing damn well you were paying more attention to his jeans than the television.

he gently nipped at your skin, sucking on a small patch of it for a moment, before pulling away.

“you were paying more attention to something else, weren’t you?”

you flush. obviously you were — who could blame you ?? :(( he was just soo close to u and so there..

he caught the flush of your cheeks, a smirk playing at his lips as he lifted his head to look at you.

“aww, you’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” he teased, “especially when you realize you’ve been caught.”

he chuckled softly, his hands moving up to your waist, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

you pull him into a needier kiss this time, hands roaming all over, as if trying to find the right place to grab: but all seemed so promising, that you couldn’t actually settle.

he groaned softly into the kiss, matching your neediness with his own. his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you close into his lap.

he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting access that you happily gave him. his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it hungrily, as his hands roamed across your body.

he trailed kisses down your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, leaving small, love bites in their wake.

he slowly pushed himself back against the back of the bed, pulling you with him so that you were now laying on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips.

his hands roamed down to your legs, gripping your thighs as he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling up against yours.

he groaned softly as he felt the pressure against his lap, his lips still moving across your neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.

“you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your skin.

you hum in response — too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything other than jumbled messes, so simplify yourself with a hum.

his hands moved up, slipping underneath your shirt, and running his palms across your skin. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only made him want you more.

he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with his blue, lust-filled eyes.

“i want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”

your breath hitches — and you want to tell him to have you — right there, however much he wanted, but you can’t strangle any words out.

he moved his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him, grinding his lap up against yours.

he let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the back of the headboard as he felt the friction against his straining jeans.

“you’re so beautiful,” he panted, looking up at you with a look of need in his eyes, “so damn beautiful.”

he slid his hands up further, pushing up your shirt as he did, exposing your stomach. he ran his hands up across your stomach and up to your ribs, his touch leaving chills in their wake.

he bit his lip as he looked up at you, studying your face, taking in your features as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before.

“i want you,” he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse with need, “all of you, darling.”

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“well,” you said, your voice low and sultry, “what’s stopping you?”

he looked up at you, his eyes darkening with need.

“nothing,” he replied, his grip on you tightening as he spoke.

he shifted beneath you, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up properly against the back of the couch.

“except for these damn jeans,” he muttered, his hands moving to the button on his jeans.

you’re quick to help him — eagerly pawing at the button, undoing it with ease.

he let out a soft gasp at your eager touch, his hands moving to grip your waist as you undid the button on his jeans.

he lifted his hips as you began to pull down the jeans, a small, needy whine escaping from his lips as the fabric slid down his legs and hit the floor with a toss of your hand.

“so fucking needy..” he groaned softly, his hands running up and down your sides.

he pulled you back down onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he settled you against his lap.

his hips bucked up slightly, his arousal pressed against your thigh as he moved.

“you’re so good to me,” he panted, his hands roaming up and down your back as he spoke, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he tilted his head, his lips tracing a path down your neck, nibbling at sensitive spots along the way. he left a trail of little love bites, his teeth grazing against your skin in a way that made you shiver.

“i want to touch you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs. “please let me touch you.”

you could give him permission a million times over — and he’d still ask before doing anything else in the process, so gently; a contrast difference to his rough hands.

“please.” you retort softly.

he groaned softly at your response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pulled you closer.

“always so polite,” he muttered, his lips still trailing down your neck.

he slowly moved his hands up your thighs, his fingers slowly sliding under the hem of your shorts.

“i need you so badly,” he panted, his hands moving higher, “can i..?”

you nod vicariously.

he let out a soft sigh of relief at your response, his hands moving further up your thighs, until they reached the edge of your panties.

he ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, groaning softly at the realization that he was so close to what he wanted.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so perfect..”

you hum contemptibly, smiling.

he smiled at your hum, his hands slowly moving up, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

he ran his fingers over your skin, his touch gentle and soft, as he slowly moved towards your center.

he could feel you shiver with each touch, his own hips rolling slightly beneath you as he grew impatient.

he slowly moved his hand down, his fingers sliding across your sensitive flesh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

“you’re so warm,” he murmured, “so ready..”

he gently began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing, as his other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place.

he groaned softly at the feel of your reaction, his eyes studying your face intently.

“so beautiful..” he repeated, his fingers slowly increasing their pace.

he watched as you began to move against his touch, your hips rolling in response to his touch.

he groaned softly as he felt you press against him, his own arousal growing more and more with each small movement you made.

“that’s it,” he panted, “just like that..”

he continued his movements, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt you growing closer.

he could feel your body shaking with need, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

“just relax darling,” he murmured, “let go for me..”

he continued to rub at your sensitive core, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, as he watched you grow closer and closer to the edge.

he could feel your body growing tense, your grip on him growing tighter, as you began to whine and pant with need.

“that’s it, just like that..” he repeated, his own hips rolling up against you as he continued his ministrations.

he watched as you grew tense, your body trembling as you reached the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you arched your back slightly.

he kept up his movements, his hand still rubbing at your sensitive flesh, continuing to bring you closer and closer to release, “come for me, please..” he panted, his own need growing stronger by the second.

he could feel you growing closer and closer to the edge with each second, your breath coming in soft pants and moans as you teetered on the brink.

and finally, you came, your body shaking as you reached your climax, a soft moan escaping from your lips.

he continued to move his fingers gently against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, as he spoke softly, “so perfect..”

he gently pulled his hand away from you, his eyes watching as you came down from your high. he studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“that’s it darling,” he murmured, “just breathe..”

he moved his hands to your hips once more, holding you tightly in his lap as he waited for you to regain your bearings.

[johnsgunbelt]

141 x fem short and stocky reader who actually kinda hurts them in playfights on accident

Ow! - 141

Pairing: 141 x Short & Stocky!Fem Reader 18+

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort,Slight suggestiveness?

John Price:

Now when he started dating you, he knew you were strong. You went to the gym, took many different wrestling classes and just a whole bunch of other stuff.

But he was never too worried, you were short and he was tall plus he was in the military so he never cared when you play-fought him because he knew you had no intention to actually hurt him.

Usually he’d just pick you up and toss you onto any soft surface near him,a couch,a bed,etc. 

But this time was different…

You accidentally hit him a little too hard, and you definitely left a mark.

“Ow!” He dropped you on the couch after you hit his spine way too hard, “Oh my god babe! I’m so sorry oh my god-”

He winced a little but then reassured you it was okay, he then forced you to baby him as he whined and moaned about his bruise all so you’d run your fingers through his hair and kiss him “better”

John 'Soap' Mactavish:

He had 0 clue just how strong you actually were.

Don’t get him wrong though! He came to the gym with you and watched you workout and he knew you were hella strong but he wasn’t quite sure how strong you actually were.

You and him play fought a bit but never too much, but when you got a good hit on him? Jesus.

“Aye!” He backed up a little as you hit his stomach a little too hard, but the thing was he wasn’t exactly upset or anything…

“Oh god baby! I’m so sorry! Here let me see-” “That was hot.” He looked at you half lidded and smiling as you lifted his shirt to see the bruise, you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

You got him some ice and he was perfectly fine, just admiring you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

He knew how strong you were no doubt, he knew what he was getting into as he play fought with you.

He watched you at the gym, he even let you box him sometimes (He would never ever hit back.)

So when you unintentionally hurt him it wasn’t a shocker, it’s happened before a couple of times so he wasn’t too worried.

“..Ouch?” He kind of said nonchalantly as you hit him in his side a little harder than usual. You freaked out a little and got him some ice.

“Babe I’m fine really-” “No no I insist!” He eventually took the ice and placed a small kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a bear hug.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

Knows how strong you are, but he fucks with you alot because he doesn’t think you can actually hurt him.

He goes to the gym with you and is even your sparring partner, but you never necessarily hurt him or do any damage.

But when you did, he was shocked…Maybe even terrified.

“Shit!” He kinda whined as you hit him in the ribcage a little, no no way too hard. 

“Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, Si!” He looked at you and his eyes softened but he was also impressed, he’s a large man and your a tiny girl…But he never fucked with you after that day that ribcage injury was no joke.

You babied him for 4 hours after it, he fake sobbed too.

IM SO SORRY FOR BEING MISSING LMAOOO I'm back on my bs, send anons/requests <3.

[sunny1616]

Ready

Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader

Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.

Warnings: pregnancy

"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.

"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.

"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"

"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"

"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"

"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."

"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"

You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.

You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.

"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.

"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.

"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.

"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"

"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.

"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.

"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.

"Ready?" He smiles at you.

"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.

He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.

Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.

Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.

You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.

The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.

"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.

After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.

Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!😫 I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💗

[aphroditesswan]

Hellooooo ♡

New request like always 😋☝️

This time a s/o who's scared of roaches (I am scared of em) like they hate roaches with pure passion. And imagine s/o screaming cause a roach crawled on them (I cried when it happend to me)

Fandom: obey me!

(Idk if u can tell but I'm asking for evey Fandom u write for, so each Fandom can have there own lobe ♡)

Anyways see u in the next request ♡♡♡

ick - lay bankz

obey me brother x mc

summary: you find some terrifying demon lookin ahh bug while with the brothers

warnings: bugs, some brothers being coños, cursing, intentional lowercase (this annoys some people for some odd reason??) ooc probably

genre: crack fluff ish i think

notes: RAW ASS BITCH HE MIGHT GET SALMONELLA RED BOTTOMS DONT FIT IM A HOOD CINDERELLA 🔥🔥🔥 also im sorry this took a solid 9 months chat but i’m back on that grind 🫡🫡 this was hard for me to write i haven’t played the game in a year and a half or something

Lucifer

out of instinct, you yell for him. by now he has a headache, having to deal with his brothers yelling for him (or at him) all day and now you? he could care less but alas, he is your lover, he is obligated to attend to your needs. he opens the door to your room, not even able to speak before a pillow is thrown at his legs.

“sorry! but look downn,” you whisper, like the insect could hear you. however, he does as you say and looks down and out of the corner of his eye, sees exactly whats making you flip out. he sighes, walking softly to the bug, calmly squashing it under his foot and rubbing it into the wood floor, almost as if to make a point.

he sighs again, “is that all, my dear?” and you nod your head, thanking him and sighing of relief once he leaves to go back to his work.

Mammon

he knocked on your door, waiting patiently for you to open it. when all he was met with was a slight rustling from inside the room, he rolled his eyes and barged in.

“what are you- OH MY GOD A BUG” he stepped back as soon as he stepped inside, holding onto his chest like a middle aged white woman finding out her son smokes weed when he’s out for 6 hours after school instead of studying.

“RIGHT??? HELP ME” you motioned to yourself, then to the floor, then finally to your position perched on the desk.

“HOW?”

“GO GET LUCIFER OR SOMETHING I DONT KNOW.”

“absolutely not. you’re on your own.”

he walked out the door, backwards as to not lose sight of the ugly creature, then shut the door. as soon as you figured out a way to kill this bug, he was next.

Leviathan

you were perched up on your dresser, already restoring to throwing things at the poor bug who made its way into your room. leviathan walked in upon hearing the continuous loud thuds from your room.

“what the hell are you doing?” he mumbled, but it was still audible.

“levi! get it out, please!” he sighed, grabbing a tissue from your tissue box on your nightstand and gently picking up the tiny bug and throwing it out the window.

“happy, weirdo?” he asked as he helped you down from the dresser as you thanked him.

“you so owe me for this.” which means you’re buying him something stupid and unnecessarily expensive.

Asmodeus

you were sitting at you and your boyfriends shared vanity as he was just getting out of the shower, ever so slightly glancing to the left at the wall when you saw the most ginormous, disgusting thing EVER on the wall. you instantly screamed, asmodeus slamming the door open while clutching a towel.

“WHAT IS IT??”

“ITS A BUG.”

and at that, he screamed even louder and more high pitched than you did. you rubbed your temples, watching him panic at the sight of a bug. of course you were freaked out, but he’s the biggest drama queen you know and if you didn’t get rid of it, he’d hold the biggest grudge in hell. you reached for a lotion bottle, throwing it at the wall where the bug stood. sadly, you missed. the bug went down towards the bottom of the wall, and you grabbed yet another product to throw at it before asmo protested.

“you missed once, dont try again!”

you huffed, winding back your arm to throw the container. yet again, you missed. now, as the tiny thing crawled closer and closer, you and a barely covered asmo cowered on the bed together waiting for one of his brothers to come and save you.

Satan

you pulled yourself onto the counter, practically jumping up as you yelped and grabbed your lovers arm, pointing wordlessly to the bug on the floor.

“oh hush, its tiny.”

“i dont care, kill it!”

he looked between you and the bug, about to step on it before you protested again.

“ew its gonna be on the kitchen floor! put it outside first!”

to which he furrowed his brows, but he loved you so he was going to listen to your orders when you said to put the bug outside before killing it so it wouldn’t bother you. he chased the bug out with his foot, looking back once both were outside.

“are you happy now?”

“very.”

to which, he squashed the creature with the tip of his shoe, wiping it clean on the ground before coming back for you to thank him with a small kiss on the cheek, to which he rolled his eyes as he lifted you up and down from the counter by your waist.

Beezebulb

to say he was confused was an understatement.

this was the first he’d seen you freak out this hard and much less over a bug, so he has no clue what he should do in this situation.

“kill it, beel!” you watched cautiously as the bug practically circled the table. if you didnt know any better, you’d say it was taunting you. he however saw no problem with the bug, “its just a bug, its not bothering you.”

he held out his hand for you to hold and get down from the table, but obviously you refused.

“beel! just kill the damn bug already!” you complained, panicked eyes shifting between him and the bug who stood in place.

he didn’t care much for killing the bug. he stood next to the table, eating his fries and watching the bug with you. this action confused you.

“beel, please! i have to get down so i can charge my phone!” you complained yet again, but he still ignored you.

after a while of your pleading and whining (really once he finished his fries), he walks off and leaves the room. you’re about to yell for him when he comes back with a tissue that he used to squish the bug and throw it out before offering to help you down again.

Belphegor

you attempted to shake him awake, your legs against your chest as you looked between Belphegor’s sleeping figure and the nasty unknown creature on the floor.

“belphegor,, belphegor,, WAKE UP”

you shook aggressively, eventually resulting in smacking his arm til he lazily rubbed his eyes.

“and what are you waking me up at 4 in the afternoon for?”

he rolled over to face you, glaring up at you a bit with tired eyes. you pointed to the ground, softly mumbling,

“theres a weird demon bug on the floor.”

you frowned scooting closer to belphegor and panicking a bit when it inched a bit closer to the bed.

your boyfriend sighed, moving your legs down from against your chest and pulling you down to rest against the pillows again, all so he could properly hold onto your waist as he closed his eyes again.

“oh hush, it’ll go away eventually or beel will kill it. nap with me.”

you should’ve known he was going to be no help at all.

i just wanna thank you all so so soooo much for waiting and being so patient with me, i know i was sooo unactive these past couple months but trust me i’ll keep a steady schedule of at least one fic biweekly if i can, but for now i’ll try and churn out as many fics as possible! i’m also working on a masterlist and an intro! again, thank you all so much for your patience!

[deimosed]

— 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 ? 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 !!

general nsfw headcannons ft. hank . sanford . deimos . doc . phobos .

warnings ; biting (hanks part) , other then that it’s not that bad

authors note ; LOL IMAGINE BEING GONE FOR LIKE 4 WHOLE MONTHS!! ikik im sorry, kinda loss motivation, but tryna get back into it! hope you enjoy <3

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 !! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 !!

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 is both a sadist and a masochist. you can not tell me this man wouldn’t use his metal jaw at all while you two are goin’ at it, trust me when i say he’s gonna put it to good use.

he gets so heated when he sees his bite marks on you. he wants to show all the others just who you belong too, so expect to be marked everywhere. everywhere. he’s very territorial when it comes to his stuff, and you’re going to be included.

also LOVESS being marked on himself. he wants you to bite him until he bleeds, and he won’t take anything less. he’ll literally cum his pants immediately when you do, he also likes to show who he belongs too.

this is unpopular, but I just feel like hank would love to be bottomed out. you on top of him bouncing on his hard cock is a sight for sore eyes for him, because he knows full well he could take control if he really wanted to. he could quite literally pick you up and flip you over in seconds, but you have him wrapped around your finger so much that he lays there and enjoys himself. another note, he’s known to be quite selfish, so it makes since for him to lay there in lust while you do all the moving.

but don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean he’s in it for himself either. hank absolutely adores to see your face in euphoria. when your eyes roll at the back on your head as he fucks into you makes it intoxicating for himself as well. he’s so determined to have you yell out his name, and rivals at the fact that he’s the one making you feel good. it gets him going so much, the fact that you come to him to fuck you raw and no one else, because no one can do it like he can.

speaking of feeling good, this big guy has so much stamina that you both will be goin at it for HOURS. he’ll stop when you stop ofc, but man.. if you refuse so tap out you are GONE by the time he’s finished with you. hank has so much pent up aggression that the only way he can let it out is by killing (ofc) and fucking. when he’s so built up in lust, that’s all he can think about when he sees you. fuck. fuck. fuck.

WEAR HIS STUFF. this will drive him absolutely wild. hank is a very big dude, so seeing you in his jacket that very clearly to big for you does…something for him. not only that, but it transfers his scent onto you, which he adores. swear if he sees you in one of his spare shirts, you will not escape his grasp for a while. loves to fuck you while you wear his clothes, it honestly might be one of his main kinks.

loves to manhandle you, so expect to be tossed around in a lot of places. he won’t be too rough to the point where it’ll hurt you, but just know the both of you won’t stay in the same spot or the same position for long. does not care if you make a ruckus because of this, either. in fact, he wants others to hear what y’all are up to, so that they know not to mess with what’s his <3

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 is a bit more tame out of the group, but don’t let that fool you. he can be an absolute freak if you so wish.

he has such a size kink. man comes in a huge package, so seeing you underneath him as he can quite literally just hold you down with one hand has him feel things he’s never had before. loves the fact he can just bound both your hands with his big one.

speaking of size, san-man loves to see just how well you can take him in, despite you being so small. he praises you and tells you that you do such a good job for him, and seeing the bulge in your tummy as he pushes in all the way has him seeing literal stars. cannot fathom how amazing you look.

this guy lives to serve, lemme tell you. we already know that sanford is a very determined man, so when he has his mind dead set on something, best believe he will get it accomplished. that includes marking you cum as many times as he can! he loves seeing your face and hearing the noises you make.

adores giving you head.. literally could stay down there all day and night if he could. he gets so drunk off the way you taste, and get even harder when you finish in his mouth. he just wants to taste you over and over and over again.

PLEASE suck and play with his chest. dude is big and buff, so he has a lot of body to love and share. he gets so flustered and riled up when you do, it’s one of his sensitive spots. when you lick and squeeze his pecks, he always has to stop you because before long, he could finish right then.

also, if you want to turn sanford on? be soft to him. seriously, seeing you all sweet for him drives him WILD. he’s so vanilla, and he kind of takes pride in that. he doesn’t just want to have sex, he wants to make love. so make sure you kiss him, and whisper to him that he’s doing you so good. hold him tight and close. he will lose his damn mind.

switches up so easily, it’s humorous. we all know sanford to be quite loud and boisterous; always feeling the need to announce himself. be it friend or foe, you know when he’s in the room by the sheer boom his voice develops when he speaks. don’t let such an action fool you, however. when you both are alone, you can tell sanford is feeling lustful by his tone. he gets quiet and, funny enough, a bit shy. also not that loud in bed because of this, but you don’t mind. in fact, it’s actually quite cute how you can make such a loud man go quiet at the sight of you. <3

𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐒 is a whore. plain and simple. doesn’t give a shit about it either, everyone likes what they like, right? he may be a cocky and flirtatious dude, but once you get him in the sheets? it’s all fair game from there. that person that was teasing you constantly in front of your co-workers is completely separate once you tend to his needs and wants.

firstly, he his the exact opposite from sanford when it comes too vocals. when he’s out and about, his voice is so raspy and low, which of course comes from all the smoking he does. even when he shouts while he’s on the field, it’ll take once or twice before deimos is heard. but once you get him in bed? that’s a whole nother story.

this guy is so damn loud. to the point where it’s actually a bit concerning. you sometimes have to even cover his mouth or shove your fingers down his throat to get him at least a little quieter, because just telling him is not gonna do it. but hey! it’s not like he minds… perhaps he even gets loud on purpose because of this ;)

just about anything can turn this guy on. does not matter where you are, what time of day it is, he will make sure you KNOW when he wants to get down and dirty. ofc he’s not gonna force you if you ain’t up to it, but if and when you are, best believe he is dragging you to the nearest (semi) secluded place so y’all can take care of business.

speaking of semi secluded places, because of this sluts sex drive, he ADORES quickies. like i said, the bare minimum of what you do can have him hard as a rock in seconds. it’s also the thrill that gets him going, too. the meer fact that someone can walk in as deimos is pounding into you (or the other way around) is both nerve racking and exciting to him. he finds pleasure in someone knowing just how y’all fuck, and that it’s only meant for the two of you. they want of piece of you? well too bad! he has you all to himself.

mutual masturbation is his main kink.. deimos is aware that he has a nice body, and is very aware that you like it. he likes that he can turn you on just as much as you do him. he especially likes the way you ogle at him as he sits in front of you, pants down to his knees and his shirt lifted up, pumping his dick with his hand right in front of you. he likes feeling wanted, but loves knowing what he does to you. he also loves seeing your body too! sit across from him and let him watch as you go at yourself too, he’ll lose his mind.

deimos LOVESSSS to be manhandled. when he does bottom, he wants you to be rough. choke him, edge him, move him around like a rag doll, etc. the sheer amount of times he’s cum in his pants back to back is wild, lemme tell you.

speaking of cum, he cums a lot. so much. he can’t help it, honestly, and he’ll do it just about anywhere. inside you, on you, on himself, he likes em all. deimos is also a somewhat shellfish person in my opinion. i mean, he’s been through so much, you can’t blame him for wanting to feel good, right? you make him feel so good, he just can’t help himself when he cums for the 3rd time in the last 20 minutes. but oh, don’t worry! he’ll make sure he returns the favor

[wrathofrats]

Mushy may day 3- massage- pebble and ivy

As always, thank you to @forlorn-crows for the prompts!

Ivy gives pebble a massage

(No warning apply but know it’s slightly horny, and there’s sex jokes in it so. But otherwise it’s cute and fluffy as mushy may should be)

The rich smell of dirt wafted off of pebble as he walked past Ivy in the common room. Omega would have a fit if he saw pebble flop down onto the couch with dirt from the greenhouse still speckled on his clothing, but with the way pebbles back and legs ached, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Remind me to dump the recycling bin in earths room again” pebble winced as he attempted to relax his sore muscles into the back of the couch. “Hopefully picking everything up will make his back hurt as much as mine”

“Pulling weeds im assuming?” Ivy asked, leaning over to rest his head on pebbles shoulder.

“Earth apparently found out I fucked alpha in the chapel again, and for some reason that’s considered ‘blasphemous’ and ‘frowned upon’”

Ivy snorted at pebbles annoyance. It was almost a routine at this point, pebble would do something stupid and earth would send him to pull weeds until it was decided he had learned some kind of lesson. Which, in pebbles defense, whoever was the one watching him was awful at determining when he had learned a lesson considering he was doing this almost weekly at this point.

“Does this mean you’ll stop fucking alpha in the chapel?”

“Yeah I’ll start fucking you in there instead” pebble grinned, chuckling as Ivy tried to hide his blush in his shirt. He could vaguely hear him complain about also not wanting to pull weeds, muffled and whiny.

“Can’t do much though until my back stops hurting”

Ivy perked up a bit, turning his head back to the side on pebbles shoulder. He remembered hearing air offer to give earth a massage when he was feeling sore, though judging from the sounds that came from their room that night he wasn’t completely sure they were telling the truth.

It was an option though. He had some eucalyptus and mint salves that earth had taught him to make. He uses them on his hands after a long day of playing, keeping one in his band bag during long sessions.

“I could give you a massage if you want, see if it helps any of the soreness” Ivy offered, reaching down to play with pebbles fingers.

“Yeah? Is that all you’re going to do to me honeysuckle?”

Pebble can’t help but to cackle as Ivy swats at his arm, righting himself to push up from the couch. He rolls his eyes, offering his hand out to also pull pebble to stand with him, intending to bring this back to his room.

He gratefully takes the hand and groans standing up. It’s dramatic, as pebble always tends to be. Ivy tries to stifle his laugh to not encourage his antics, but he wouldn’t want him any other way.

“How do you want me sweetheart” pebble teases, sitting on the side of the bed and grinning widely.

“You have to stop hanging out with alpha” ivy pushes back on pebbles chest to force him to lay down, reaching to grab the aforementioned balm from pebbles nightstand. It really should be his at this point, considering how most of the items are ivys anyways. “Roll over onto your stomach, take your shirt off”

“Never compare me to that freak again” pebble grumbled, dramatically sighing as he rolls over and shucks his shirt off to throw onto the floor.

Ivy climbs onto the bed haphazardly, throwing his leg over pebbles hip to sit in the small of his back. He takes a dollop into his hands, rubbing it around in his palms to warm it up a bit. The smell is soothing, fresh and slightly minty, filling the room with the calming aroma.

As much as he doesn’t want to give in to pebbles god awful flirting, he has to admit to himself that he’s hard to resist like this. Miles of skin laid out in front of him, slightly shiny still from the sweat of working outside. He was beautiful, breathtaking. Even when he’s dirty and tired, Ivy can’t stop himself from staring at him with adoration.

He starts on pebbles shoulders, rubbing the essential oils into the tense muscle.

“Fuck baby, I knew you were good with your hands but Christ-“ pebble groans into the pillow. Ivy works down his sides, kneading into the soft flesh. He takes his time over the spots that seem more tight than others, making an attempt to soothe over any knots. Pebble tries not to straight up moan, cursing at how it feels to have his back finally relaxed.

“Is it working?” Ivy asks, a genuine concern in making sure pebble is doing alright, and that this has some other effect than making him turned on. Pebble nods, melting into the bed as Ivy rubs over the lower part of his back muscles.

“You’re doing amazing” pebble sighs

“Does anything else hurt?”

“I think my dick also might be sore ….”

“….. roll over”

[slicznymartwy]

Hello, can I request Billy Lenz with an s/o who is also a murderer? Like one of the members of the sorority had snapped and started killing or maybe Billy accidentally witnesses a murder when he's out of the house and develops an obsession? Love your writing!!!

fish .. ur so genius as always. i loved writing this so much, like genuinely i want to expand on this more one day .. just 2 very sick people against the world ueueue warning: brief mention of suicide/self harm, bullying, the sorority sisters are kind of mean in this one im sorry T T u guys know i love all of them, minor oc character death (she deserves it)

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader

The puddle shimmers under the dim light coming from your bedside lamp; it’s a mix of glitter and little shards of glass that get swept up in the spreading fluid. The base of the snow globe lays in the rubble, the little Bambi figurine is broken too. You can see his decapitated head lonely on the floor.

“Oops,” Susan says. You can’t stand to look at her, but it sounds like she’s smiling. This must be really funny to her, you think to yourself, still watching the snow globe’s blood spread. 

Your hands tighten into fists. Your breath shudders. Your ears are still ringing from the sound of your most precious treasure shattering on the floor.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry,” Susan goads, but your eyes feel dry. You used to cry when her bullying began. She would stand on the other side of the bathroom door and let you hear how hilarious she thought you were being. You hate her laugh. It’s ugly, like a braying horse spooked in its stable. No one else seems to mind it, though. None of your sorority sisters ask her to stop, even when she’s laughing so hard that she cries too.

Your father bought you that snow globe. He used to shake it up for you then put it in your hands, making you promise to be careful with it. He died when you were ten. The glitter in Bambi’s eyes makes it look like he’s weeping for you.

“It’s just a piece of shit toy, anyways. You’re too old for a stupid Bambi snow globe, aren’t you? I mean, that’s probably why no one wants to date you. Everyone can tell you’re just a weird loser freak. I don’t even know how you got into this sorority. I’d ask if you slept with someone to get here, but I don’t think there’s a single person on Earth that would take you up on that.”

You keep watching the puddle. It turns the wood dark as it flows into the cracks. Susan laughs and laughs, you can see her holding onto her stomach like she’s making herself sick. 

“Hello? Are you ignoring me now?”

You look up at her. Her smile is ugly and mean.

She follows behind you as you walk downstairs.

“Where the fuck are you going? Are you leaving? Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore someone who’s talking to you? Hello!”

She’s in your ear like a gnat. You don’t know why she can’t just leave you alone. You walk into the kitchen, and you rip your arm out of her attempt to hold you back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Are you broken or something? You can’t just ignore me!”

You pull a knife out from the storage block. She guffaws, rolling her eyes.

“Seriously? You fucking bitch. Is that for me, or are you finally going to off yourself already? Everyone’s placing bets, you know,” she says, still laughing. “Go ahead and do it. Slit your wrists, I won’t save you if you do.”

You’re not laughing. You stare at her. The knife is surprisingly heavy in your hand. You lift it up by your head.

Her laughter dies down.

“You can’t be serious. It was a joke!” she says. She stumbles back, but you follow her. “Stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

She runs up the stairs and you follow her. In the long straight hallway, you lunge and drive the knife into her back. Susan screams as she falls, and you follow her down. She’s screaming and writhing in pain, but you sit on her hips and drive the knife down again and again. She’s leaking like the snow globe, her fluids spreading across her shirt. Once she’s quiet, you sit back on top of her.

Sniffling, you lay down the knife on top of her back. You feel numb inside still; part of you had hoped that doing this would snap you out of it, but it didn’t. You don’t react when you hear someone climbing down from the attic. You only barely glance at him when he kneels down next to you.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur to him.

“It’s okay,” he whispers back. “You didn’t mean it.”

“I think I did,” you admit.

“Bitch whore deserved it. Fucking cunt.” There’s so much animosity in his voice. You wonder why you’re spared from it. You wonder who this stranger is.

Still, you don’t respond to him. You keep watching the blood grow.

“I can help,” he says after a moment. His voice is quiet and nervous, like he’s never said those words before and wasn’t sure how to pronounce them. He gestures you to climb off of her and you do, standing up shakily beside him.

“How?” you ask. He doesn’t answer you, just hands you the knife and takes a hold of your dead sister. He holds her wrists and hauls her towards the attic ladder. Her blood smears like jelly on hardwood toast. 

“Fuck. Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. You need to clean the mess before it stains. You hurry to the bathroom, running the hot water and putting on gloves. When you get back to the hallway, all that’s left is blood. You clean diligently, and it’s all mostly out. What’s left might be unnoticeable to someone who doesn’t know where to look.

The man comes back down, his sweater covered in blood. You frown.

“I have to wash that before it stains,” you say. You take him to the bathroom, and he sits shirtless on the floor next to you as you rub out the stains in the tub.

He keeps looking at you, you can feel his eyes on the side of your face. You don’t look back at him.

“I can help,” he says suddenly. He sounds more sure now.

“It’s almost out,” you say, shaking your head.

“I can kill the rest,” he says. Your hands stop moving in the freezing cold water.

“You don’t have to,” you murmur, still not looking at him. 

“You’re so pretty.”

“They’re not all like her,” you tell him gently, ignoring his comment.

“They’re pig sluts. Disgusting shit-smelling whores,” he spits. You look at him then.

“What about me?” you ask him quietly. He looks into your eyes.

“You’re so pretty. I like Bambi,” he says. 

You couldn’t cry before, but now you mourn your snow globe. Your face crumples, and the stranger hugs you.

“They’re so mean sometimes,” you whimper. “I don’t know why they hate me.”

“I can help,” he says into your ear. “Billy wants to help Bambi.”

You know there’s no saving Bambi, though. His head is cut off and he’s crying in his own blood. All that’s left are shards of glass.

© slicznymartwy 2023, please do not repost or copy.

a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated <;3

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

I was out already and was just about to go home

I had met Mark earlier on (a cop I've been seeing on the side), and was leaving his house. I was dressed pretty slutty, with a skin tight black minidress, that was so short my ass showed, and I was still getting used to wearing it in public. It had like a bikini top kinda thing that tied around the back of my neck, it was really sexy, and my makeup was perfect etc. My ass was barely covered by my tiny minidress, so I had to walk very carefully so it didn't pop out.

Mark pounded my pussy into his bed after he ripped my g-string off me while I was giving him head at the beginning, so after he shot his load in me I basically took off out of his door, I was still pretty hot and bothered, but I wanted to not only get back home to hubby, but I also had work in the morning.

As I was driving home, I got about two blocks before I realized I really needed gas, and it couldn't wait.. It was pretty late, so I found a gas station off the main road that wasn't too busy. And of course, the card reader was messed up so I fucking had to walk inside and pay in there. It felt great to be out dressed up, but, by now my hair was a little messed up and my makeup was a little smeared. I walked slowly to keep my ass covered up as best as I could, paid for my gas, and as I was walking out a guy in a challenger rolled by and was definitely checking me out.

I was pumping my gas and this guy just walks over to me. Now, it's about midnight, and I'm barely wearing clothes, and this guys just walking up to me. he's black, really tall, a typical dad bod, and a bit of a belly. I'm kinda freaking out wondering how this is going to go down, but I take a breath and just try and look like im not totally freaking out.

"hey you Stephanie right?" he said. I was like....how the fuck does this random guy know who I am.... "um...yeah.." I said, totally red in the face. "Yeah I never forget a pretty face baby" he said. "um..how do you know me?" I asked, kinda freaking out. "A while back, your husband set up a pump & dump at your place, looked like you knew what you was doing."

"You hot baby, why don't you, you know, remind me what those lips can do." he said. he reached down and started sliding his hand in between my legs. "Woah woah ok yeah but not right here ok?" I said. I was way past freaking out, and starting to get really turned on. This guy was so forward,"they got a bathroom around back baby.." "no no, let me get done and I'll park beside you, and then just hop in your car." I said. he was cool with that and I put up the nozzle and and drove over to his car. Grabbed a couple things from my car, got out and hopped in his.

he already has his cock out and was playing with it. It was pretty big, black and veiny. I was ready for it, I was hungry for it! I reached over and grabbed it with my hand and asked him "You wanna take me somewhere or just do it right here?" and without waiting for him to answer I lowered my head down, opened my mouth, and started sucking his cock right there in the parking lot. I felt his hand move to the back of my head, slowly taking control of me. he moaned a few times and his cock was fully hard as I started drooling trying to get it as far down my throat as possible.

After a few moments he turned on his car and I felt us pull out of the gas station and onto the road. I was enjoying myself so much I didn't really care where we were going, I just focused on the nice hard meat in my mouth. We drove for about ten minutes, until we finally pulled into.. somewhere. he turned off his car and put away his cock. "Come on baby, we goin to my bed." he said and basically pushed me out of his car.

I got out and tried to straighten my dress but he came over, spun me around and pushed me up against his car, unhooked my straps and yanked my dress down to my ankles and started exploring my body with his hands. We were in his drive way, and now I was completely naked except for my heels, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

We walked into a small dirty house, and it was super dark, and walked in right in front of two other guys sitting on a couch watching tv, smoking weed. I froze as we walked in, suddenly feeling even MORE naked than I already was. Jay, was the guys name I was with, pulled me by the hip towards them, and over to the couch beside them. The two guys, both black guys a little younger than Jay, maybe late 30's, both just stared at me. Jay sat down on the couch, pulled out his cock, and pulled me down to my knees right in front of his two friends, so that my back was to them. Jay put his hand on my head and pretty much forced me down onto his still hard cock.

Nothing was said, and it was super awkward in there. I was in a strangers house, sucking his cock, naked in front of two other complete strangers, away from my car, in the middle of the night. I started gagging on his cock as he pressed my head down harder and harder, and the house was silent, apart from the noise my mouth was making taking jay's cock down my throat. "ohhh fuck baby, yaw lips are perfect for real...dammnnnn" Jay was saying, with his head back, and hands around my face.

"Yo this the bitch from that pump and dump I got at that one place." I heard Jay say through his moans. "For real?" one of the voices behind me said. I focused on getting Jay's nut but he pulled me off his cock and stood up, turned me around and pushed me down onto the couch, lifted up my legs and spread me wide open.

Jay held up my legs, spit on his dick and started to push his cock in me. he leaned over as his cock slid inside me, his cock was big and filled me up, I coudn't help but pant and moan as he pulled out and entered me again. I was facing his friends on the couch and they were rubbing their pants.

I enjoyed the audience. It was super hot getting fucked like this in front of these guys. I was totally exposed in front of them while their buddy started pounding my pussy with my legs up in the air and Jay pinning my hands against the back of couch. Jay wasn’t gonna last much longer and he started moaning loudly. I was wet as the ocean then Jay started to shoot his load and grabbed my neck as he came. I moaned with him, feeling my own orgasm build as I felt his massive load fill my cunt.

Jay kept cumming, with each of the last few hard pushes, his cum started to be forced out of my pussy. he finally let go of my arms and backed off me. he stood up and walked away and out of sight. I heard a door close and a shower turn on.

It was pretty awkward for a moment. I was just sitting there naked, with cum running out of my pussy, I was trying to catch my breath, just totally exposed in front of the two hungry looking men in front of me. I was so turned on I could barely think, but I was tired too, having already been pounded by Mark before I even came over here. The guy closest to me got up and stepped up to me, pulled me up by the hair and pulled his dick out of his pants. It was HUGE. This thing was a fucking horse dick, and I was super turned on.

I didn't think, and just started licking it, I was still hot from the fuck, and started throating his cock as best as I could before he flipped me over and put me on my knees on the couch. "Shit hold up" the other guy said and came over. he got on the couch and stood up, with his also pretty big cock pointing straight out in front of me and pulled my face down, impaling my throat with with his black cock, while Mr. Monster BBC started to push his way past my abused cunt.

As soon as his tip roughly slid through my hole I screamed. It was just too big, but his friend yanked my head back down onto his cock, but I screamed around it. his cock was so big inside me I felt like it was going to poke out of my mouth, and I couldn't take it when he started pulling out and pushing back in. I pushed away from the cock in my mouth and yelled "Please its.....it's big! ... go slow..." "Shut the fuck up bitch, take this dick!" the guy in front of me yelled and slapped me across the face with his meat before stuffing it back down my throat, and his friend behind me slid his monster back in me.

If I went forward, his cock went further down my throat, if I backed up, Monster cock slid further in me. I had tears coming down my face and my pussy juice was basically pouring out of me. They held me down, pinned me while they used my abused body and I just tried to breath and hang on.

I really don't remember how long this went on, but it couldn't of been more than a few minutes, the pain was there, but I was used to it. It'd been a couple of days since I'd been stretched like this. The last time I was forced to stretch over 12 inch dildo! But just then, monster cock flooded my womb with hot blasts of cum, so much so that it remind me of when I used to do k9 stuff and get knotted.

The other guy took his place for about a minute or two, but then complained my pussy was too loose and started to fuck my in my ass.

After that it didn't take long for him to release his seed up my ass.

It definitely wasn't as much cum as his friend, but I could feel every pulse of his cock.

Afterwards I was left alone for a few minutes while they cleaned up.

Jay came back and said "Listen bitch, want me to take you back to your car now?"

"Yes" I replied.

"I bet your husband loves how popular you are sweety, haha." Jay said.

"Yeah he does" i said.

On the way to his car Jay walked over and picked up my dress from the ground.

"My dress!" I said to him. He shrugged and laughed, and then he stuffed my dress in his pants. He left me, naked!.

The car ride back wasn’t bad because he had really dark tinted windows similar to my own.

When we arrive at my car he said " thanks baby", as he tossed me my dress.

"Clean up baby, some makeup and shit".

I took a quick look at myself when i got to my car and my makeup was a total mess, but that was nothing compared to the mess between my legs.

Luckily none of it was a problem, because hubby is going to love hearing what happened and seeing the evidence.

Stephanie Sinnz ❤️

[supa-suckers]

Shakes x Skarra

Ship Headcanons:

Okay look we all know very damn well that thesse two are gonna need some help on the relationship im talking like profesional help.

There is some point in Couple's Counselling where their theraphist snaps and just goes 'Look Skarra i can either help you get over Shakes or get with him, not both!' Or 'You either stop pretending you don't care about this or start caring!'

İt gets easier after that.

Verg big on PDA once they go public (which -let's face it- won't take long) arm across shoulders, hand in the other's back pocket, kiss on the cheek, hip bumps, hand holding, etc. etc.

Extending on that both teams have stopped letting their respective players sit on the front row whenever they come to eachother's matches since Skarra and Sahakes' new favourite goal celebration is tugging the other down and smooching.

Vince visibly gagged the first time they did it, Coach called Shakes' mom.

The dogs warm up to Shakes surprisingly quickly Skarra suspects he let them have chesse or something.

Whenever they argue both dogs take Shakes' side just to piss him off.

After their first Big argument Shakes left the house to try and give both of them some space but they both have major seperation anxiety do he came back 20 mins. later to a...quite distraught Skarra.

They made it a rule that no matter how mad they are instead of leaving they'll stick by eachother and when it's time to actually talk it through they'll be cıvıl about it.

Dee's reaction to them dating was looking Skarra dead in the eyes and saying 'you don't deserve him' that dosen't mean she likes him though, she tolarates him at best.

Spenza looked Skarra dead in the eyes and said 'i'm onto you buddy', he never stopped looking for proof of some evil plan and who can blame him really.

Shakes is just as childish and Skarra's just as insuffrable.

Slowly both pairs get more used to eachother but they don't show it.

Spenza is real good with kids though and Dee appriciates a good mystery story. Begrudging Spenza Dee friendship anyone?

They like to bring eachother flowers because that's what normal couples do, right?

Both praise themselves on being the only one (?) able to understand the other, they also love showing off their partner

Skarra is a legs guy, he also appriciates a nice pair of lips, Shakes is more into the shoulders he can lean on and the ass he can slap.

The teams FREAKED when they found out Supa Strikas were all like 'Ha-Ha nice one Shakes/say sike rn/ c'mon dude tell me ur smarter than that!' Klaus thought it was the ultuimate enemies to lovers story.

İ.U was more of a 'HAH you owe me thirty bucks assmunch/Saw that one coming/well this ought to be interesting'.

Nicknames are:. Bro + every insult ever with like a honey thrown in during a tender moment.

NSFW:

Okay so y'all are gonna come at me for this but thesse guys bone like conservative 70 year olds, despite both having play boy type personalitys they never quite got it up.

Both are all talk and a wobbly walk basically.

They think having the lights off is kinky, Skarra has a thing for hair pulling he tried once and they had to stop just so he could pull his fingers out of that bird nest. Shakes is madly into hickies both giving and receiving.

First time happened after the first argument prolly not a good mindset to roll in the hay with but i think we should accept the fact that they'll never have a perfectly non-toxic relationship.

Biggest turn offs are: oral since they like to run their mouths and bondage because *vauge gesture*.

Skarra has red LED lights in his bedroom Shakes refuses to woo-hoo while they're on.

[ador3him]

hihi so since you said (i think?) that you wanna write more but have no ideas you should write a fic inspired by your favorite song or something and then since you also said you wanna write for someone else in the smp you should write it for who the song reminds you of if that makes sense yk?

pairing: sapnap x fem!reader

requested: yes by @louscartridge

warnings: swearingggg kinda toxic sap and reader whoops

word count: 430

a/n: based of the song 'I threw glass in my friends eyes and now I'm on probation' by Destroy Boys. I HATE THIS IDK WHY IT J SUCKS HHDJDKHEBIIQHFIB BUT IDC TBH. my inbox is now empty :((((( send me more requests pls im sooooo boredddd

“Fuck you! Never invite me over ever again,” y/n yells at Sapnap, packing up her sleepover bag.

“Oh, c’mon y/n! you know you don’t want to leave!” he rolls his eyes taking her bag off her and pulling her to the bed. “If you really want to leave, tell me why,”

She looks up at him taking in a breath, “Cause you’re scary as shit, dude! I don’t really know what I can tell you, you kinda freak me out, but we can be friends!” she looks away getting off the bed brushing past him, he’s so much taller than her how couldn’t she be freaked out.

“That’s a lie,” Sapnap shook his head at her grabbing her wrist once again. “I know you really wanna hang out with me, sweetheart.” Her eyes soften at the name, she didn’t want to leave she really likes to hang out with Sapnap but she doesn’t just want to be that friend that he can make out with whenever he wants. She wants a label, or she wants nothing to do with him.

“The butterflies you give me make me feel nauseous, stop it,” She groans, he pulls her into his arms. Her head pressing against his chest and her arms around his waist.

“I know you want the label, honey.” He mumbles into her hair as he presses a kiss onto the top of her head.

“You don’t care about me like I care about you, so I feel bad. Never invite me over ever again.” She pushes him off her body sitting down on his bed. She was kidding she wanted to be invited over again she hopes he knows that.

“You’re just kidding, we both know that.” Sapnap crouches down infront of her placing his hands on her cheeks and kisses her forehead. “And you don’t know whether or not I care about you like you care about me, my love,” She looks up at him. “Do you?” she whispers, he just nods kissing her softly. She squeals a little wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him again.

“What about me being so scary hm?” He smiles.

“Shut up that was before I knew whether or not you like me,” She blushes.

“Well, I am glad we got that out of the way, now I can ask you to hang out with me all the time as my girlfriend.” Sapnap mumbled against y/n’s lips pecking her lips multiple times after.

“I can’t wait to hang out with you as your girlfriend,” She retorted smiling touching his lips with hers.

[bigredsartt]

Hey Bee, you probably know who I am but I'm staying anonymous anyway. If it's alright, could I get an (Pre Movie) Isabela x Accident Prone Fem!Reader where she scolds Y/N while tending to her wounds and accidentally tells her she loves her in the process? Ty <3

gshagyhagshgsh hi cici- yeah, i gotchu. im literally always getting hurt so this was SUPPOSED to be pretty easy to write but i freaked out and forgot how to grammar so i asked @warriors-wyrms-writing for help and they SAVED me, so ty for that!

(me and anon are friends and they told me they were okay with it ^^)

wyrm also did like half of this so PLEASE follow them

Bandaids

Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader

You had always been a mess- tripping over things, bumping into carts, knocking over tables, and various other accidents led you to be pretty well known in the Encanto as a person who you probably shouldn’t get involved with. You were constantly led back to Julieta’s table, where she would give you another one of her dishes to make it look like nothing happened. Rinse and repeat every day to get the recipe for disaster, also known as Y/N.

Today was no different- get hurt, get healed, do chores, repeat. A slight drizzle fell upon the small town, forcing Julieta to set up her stand in the plaza outside of La Casa Madrigal, where a small shelter kept the food warm and dry. Well, it was a pretty long walk from the greenhouse you were stationed at, but you were sure you could handle it.

Could you?

Well apparently you couldn’t, because after a few minutes of arriving there, you were laying in a patch of cacti, clutching your ankle. What exactly happened? You were on your way to the rosebush when you tripped and rolled your ankle, flying into the bed of needles.

There’s no way you could make it to Julieta’s stand like this without help, but you were embarrassed to have to ask for it yet again. You tried to move out of the cactus patch, but the needles dug into your skin and you stilled. You didn’t know how long you stayed there, but after a while a cold voice pierced your ears.

“What are you doing down there? Get up. Everyone has to do their job.” You managed to crane your head enough to see the speaker, and your heart beat faster, both from Isabela’s beauty and the scolding you were surely about to receive. She, too, came close enough to make out more details, and sighed when she saw you lying there. “Oh, it’s you, y/n. I should have guessed.” She rolled her eyes and took your hand, lifting you up onto your feet. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

Isabela waved her hand. “Sit down.” She directed you to a stump as a root arched up next to it. You gratefully sank onto it and propped up your injured ankle as it sent pain arcing through your foot. She whispered something under her breath that you couldn’t quite make out, which made the fear 10 times worse. You watched as she grew a wooly lamb’s ear plant and gently wrapped the fuzzy leaf around your ankle as a makeshift bandage until you got to her mom.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you before she met your gaze with a glare. “Are you serious? Again? I have to save you again?!” She paused to grow some chenille plant to clean up some of the blood. She swiftly dabbed the soft plant on the scratches that littered your arms and looked up at you again.

“You’re lucky I love you. I would’ve never done this otherwise.” You felt your breath catch in your throat as Isabela’s face turned the color of the roses that sprouted from her hair in embarrassment.

“You-“

She just stood up and cleared her throat. “There. Now get to my mom, y/n.” As you slowly stood up, she looked down at the ground. “Try to take better care of yourself. For me?” But before you could respond, she was gone.

LETS GOOO FIRST WRITING REQUEST DONE

but seriously, ty for the ask! <33 im looking forward to doing more stuff like this in the future

[bethansfandoms]

aaaa you're so unbelievably talented! i was thinking something about remus being worried about raising harry either because of the moons or just because he doesn't think he'd be a good enough parent (im basing this off how he left tonks after teddy was born) and sirius reassuring him that everythings going to be okay

much love :)

“He’s cute when he’s sleeping, isn’t he?” Sirius said, smiling fondly at the boy asleep in his cot.

Remus felt his heart give a painful tug. Moments of domestic bliss were not supposed to be accompanied by pain, but no matter how much Remus loved Harry, everything served as a constant reminder as to why he and Sirius had to care for him in the first place.

Lily and James Potter had only been gone for three weeks. That was all. They were weeks full of grief and crying and him and Sirius desperately trying to be okay. Harry had been both a distraction to the pain and a reminder of it.

“Yeah,” Remus said, quietly. “Do you ever think Albus was right?” he asked, cautiously, “that Harry should be with the Dursley’s?” The thought had been playing on his mind ever since they had been told they were allowed to keep him with them, despite Dumbledore’s wishes.

Sirius removed his hand from Remus’ shoulder and looked at him. “No. Of course I don’t. You remember Lily telling us that Petunia called her a freak, don’t you? I’m his godfather, Remus, Lily and James wanted me to take care of him if anything happened to them.”

“They never said anything about me though...” Remus said slowly.

“What?” Sirius asked, bluntly. “James and Lily love you- loved you.” Remus watched Sirius wince as he corrected himself to the past tense. It sent a pang of sadness straight to his stomach.

“I know, but—”

“Harry loves you, Remus, I love you.”

“I love you too, but—”

“But what?” he shot, “There isn’t anything more too it!”

“Yes there is!” Remus had raised his voice now, “I’m a werewolf, Sirius, I’m classified as a wizard killer by the ministry! Why do you think Dumbledore suggested he live with the Dursley’s?”

“Because he didn’t want Harry in the wizarding world after—”

“There’s that, but it’s also because of me! Because I’m dangerous! Because I...” he trailed off. The look of hurt on Sirius’ face alone was enough to stop him in his tracks, but his raised voice had woken Harry.

Remus quickly walked into his room and picked him up, bouncing him lightly and rubbing small circles onto his back. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Harry kept his crying up for a few more moments and Remus kept soothing him until, eventually, his head slumped onto Remus’ shoulder and he drifted off to sleep again.

Remus caught Sirius watching him in the doorway with a soft expression. “What?” he whispered, conscious of the sleeping boy still in his arms.

“Dangerous wizard killer my arse.”

Remus rolled his eyes and placed Harry gently back into his cot. “Full moon in two days. I’m sorry I snapped it’s just…”

“I know, Moony. But Molly Weasley agreed to take Harry, and I’ll be there with you, and it’ll be okay.” 

“You make it all sound so easy,” Remus sighed, wiping his eyes quickly. 

“Are you joking? I’m so out of my depth, Remus, I don’t— I went most of my childhood without good parents, I’m not really sure how it works. I’m not sure what I’m doing, and I’m scared for a lot of reasons but you being a werewolf is absolutely not one of them.”

Remus looked over to where Harry was sleeping and then over to the framed photo of Lily and James on the windowsill. “I really want to do this right. For him,” he nodded to Harry, “and for them,” he nodded to the photograph, “and I’m worried I’m not up to it.”

“What was Harry’s first word?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow. “What was it?”

Remus laughed and felt himself tearing up again. “Lily always claimed she heard mummy, you know.”

“Lily was lying to make herself feel better.” He poked Remus softly in the chest. “Moony. That’s what he said. And who is the only person he’ll let read him bed time stories?”

“You don’t do the voices,” Remus muttered.

“And last week when he fell over, who was the person he wanted to comfort him, hm?”

“Yeah, alright, I get it.”

Sirius smiled and leant up onto his toes slightly before wrapping Remus in a tight hug. “That boy loves you. Do you remember what James said to you, the night we asked you about where you go every month?”

Remus nodded into Sirius' neck and hugged him harder. They had all been twelve at the time, and had confronted Remus in the dormitory; Remus had never been so scared in his life. But James had smiled at him and said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, “Your... furry little problem doesn’t change anything. You’re still Remus Lupin.”

[outlustings]

okay OKAY im so excited. i'd like to request a n/s/f/w scene between Frank Manera or Trager (your pick!) and an afab reader who's a dangerous inmate. reader might not be as big of a threat as them but is still pretty f*cked up 🔪

also i love your works and how you write for so many characters so well hmrgnnrbdgs [sends you bitcoins]

(did both of em because idk what i'm actually doing also like uhh this is kind of nasty. let me know if you want something different because lol what is this.

sub-ish trager and frank and like uh riding and face riding and period sex and exhibitionism and violence and fucked up stuff and you know what? i just went buck wild with this and i hate it, it's stupid. anyways send me money.)

×

RICHARD TRAGER

The fluorescent light of the observation cell buzzed its dull tune as you braced your knees on the slippery linoleum, head thrumming, blood spilling from your busted lip onto his chest as you clawed at his bare chest.

This new experiment - you could get used to all this. It was so much better than the solitude of your cell and only your own fingers to entertain yourself. You didn't even care if they watched. They watched you all the time, pumped you full of so many hormones that you couldn't even function properly, watched you writhe against your restraints as your body begged for release. Even the slightest touch of a rubber glove, a slap to your face made you cum. They liked it. And they increased your dosage. They increased your hormone therapy until you were screaming in your cell, muttering curses as you humped against the cold metal of the bars like a fucking animal. Humiliating. You could smell and taste blood and with every day that dragged by, you wanted more. More.

Maybe it was mercy, maybe it was morbid curiosity, but they dragged you into a cell with some guy, told him to do whatever he pleased. Idiots, all of them - it was not about what that scrawny smartass would do to you, it was about whatever you pleased. And you took him. You took ol' Rick Trager from research and development, wrestled him to the ground and fucked him. Wildly.

You felt his hard cock against your thigh, thought how his dick felt so much silkier than the rest of his skin.

"You know they're watching us, right?" he grunted against you, tongue hot and wet against the dirt on your skin, slippery ans needy as he gave sloppy kisses to your neck, "Why don't you give them a show, sweetheart?"

He licked the shell of your ear, obscenely, and you shuddered on top of him, involuntarily grinding your exposed cunt down on him, torn fabric rustling as he groped your hips. He wouldn't go down without a fight. You heard him chuckle against you, felt the reverberations of his voice against your tender, sweaty flesh.

"I'll be surprised if it works," you grinned as you gripped his cock.

"What do you mean?" he hissed, watching your fingers wrap around his shaft.

"Your dick."

"What?"

You thumbed the slit of the swollen head, massaging his cock with twisty motions as you worked him to full hardness. So easy, like a routine. He must've been desperate too, bucking up into you as you stroked him.

He laughed bitterly.

"Right, well, I assure you I'm all good. Whatever, let me show you -..."

He snaked his hand to grope at you, but you snatched his wrist, pushing it away with a mischievous grin.

"You talk too much," you shook your head, "Shut up and let me fuck you."

He cocked his eyebrow, snorting at you.

"Look at you," he smiled, resting his head against the tiles, his lips quivering ever so slightly as you watched a bead of sweat roll down his temple and into his hair, "You talk like a professional. I could see you've done this before, you freak. Disgusting, aren't you?"

You shoved your fingers inside his mouth, slid them past his parted lips and hooked them down against his lower teeth, gripping his chin. His tongue flexed against your fingers as he let out a groan.

"I could tear your chin from your skull like this," you pressed your fingers against the underside of his tongue, watched his eyes glisten, "Just pull a little bit - like this," you tugged gently at his mandible, heard his shallow breathing quicken, "Clean off. Just like that. Then I'd ride your face afterwards."

"Disgus-hing, hat-s enouhh," he mumbled around your fingers, but his eyes lit up. You positioned yourself on his cock, hovering above him, biting your lip as the bulbous head slid against your slickness, up and down as he watched you adoringly as you slipped your hand from his mouth and to his throat.

He too, liked the taste of blood.

You slid down on his shaft, moaning at the stretch as your entire body shook with the release of your painful anticipation - fuck, how well he filled you, it was unreal.

You choked him, presses your fingers against the sides of his throat as you slammed your hips up and down on his cock.

His eyes wandered to where your cunt swallowed his length. Up and down, with little glistening webs of your arousal running along his shaft.

He let out a strangled moan, way higher in pitch than it probably was supposed to be.

You grinned mockingly.

"Awh, am I too much for you to handle?" you drove your hips against his, throwing your head back to laugh openly into the dry, hot air of the chamber. You missed being this full. So full of cock.

"Can't even put up a fight. Fucktoy," you spat at him, your rugged laughter turning into wanton, throaty moans as his cock twitched against your spongy walls, ramming deep inside you.

Beneath you, Trager shook his head, grunted. You could feel his adam's apple bob against the flesh of your palm as you rolled your hips on his lap, again and again, riding his dick, basking in the lovely, lovely fullness inside you.

"Fuck you," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing in resentment, but you still felt how hard he was, how much he craved you - he didn't mean it.

"You love it," you smirked, slamming down your hips, rolling them languidly against his hardness, teasing him as you heard him grunt.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweets. I'm not that impressed yet," he huffed, his brows furrowing as he stifled a moan.

You squeezed his throat harder. If he was going in for the jugular, so would you.

"It's been a while since you've had a good fuck, isn't it?" you chuckled, "Talking all that shit yet so desperate for this cunt? Pitiful. No wonder they fired you."

He hissed underneath you.

"I should wring your neck, you know that?" he dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you with his long fingernails - breaking the skin. You felt rivulets of hot, sticky crimson run down your bucking hips, but you just laughed. Laughed at the sting that went straight to your cunt. He was so needy. Needy and pathetic. All bark, no bite. You couldn't ruin him like this.

"I'd like to see you try," you murmured, bending down to place a kiss to the tip of his nose, moving your hands from his neck to his chest, pressing your weight onto him as he gasped softly, "Come on, show me what you can do, then. Fuck me, but keep your jaw shut, I wouldn't want to tear it off - looks wonderful on you," you muttered against his mouth, your tongue flicking out to taste the raw flesh of his exposed gum, that twisted grin making your cunt twitch and quiver around him. You couldn't help but notice - he was handsome like this. Flushed face, twisted into concentration as he tried to prove himself to you. So needy. He stunk of pheromones, of desperation. And you loved it.

His hands moved to cup your ass as you gave him a new position of assault.

"Filthy cunt," he growled, bucking up into you as you moaned against his skin, pressing sloppy, harsh kisses to his jaw as he fucked you from below, his sinewy arms squeezing you to his chest, "I'm going to destroy you. Split you in two."

"Yes-s-s," you sighed, moving your hips up and down to meet him halfway with his thrusts, the obscene sound of your ass hitting his thighs echoing in the room.

"I'm going to tear your throat open with my teeth. Make you bleed out. I'm going to cum inside this... You're mine," he groaned feverishly against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. And with his words, you seized your opportunity. You ached for his cock, but what you ached for even more was his humiliation in front of them.

"What was that?"

You straightened your back, wrenching yourself out of his embrace, eyeing him with a cocked brow. He stuttered. You lifted your hips up so that only his tip remained buried inside you.

"No, wait - fuck," he moaned, hands clawing at the softness of your hips, trying to force you back down, his eyes wide and hungry.

"Before that."

"Don't stop," he pleaded. Pleaded like a little bitch.

"No," you smiled tenderly, squatting up, his cock slipping out of you with a wet pop as you settled your butt on his thighs, straddling him as he tried to get up. He swung at you wildly, but you grabbed his wrists, bending them away from your face.

"Let me..." he panted.

"No," you snickered, grinding your clit against his twitching sack, biting your lip as you felt the coil inside your abdomen tighten, "Not until you talk some sense to me. I know you can do it."

"Fuck you," he moaned weakly, gritting his teeth as his cock jolted against his stomach, leaking precum onto his leathery skin, "Fu-uck - fuck you."

"I'm not yours."

×

FRANK MANERA

This was one way to help with the cramps, with no doctors and no Tylenol around.

The pungent, coppery taste of viscera hung in the back of your throat, clung to your palate as you ground your hips against his face, feeling his slippery tongue lave over your folds as his sharp nose brushed against your clit with every needy thrust of yours. He licked up your blood like a mutt, and you loved it.

"That's it, there you go," you cooed, giggling as you felt him exhale against your cunt, his green eyes desperate as he clung to your thighs, "You take it so well, Manera. And all this time I thought you liked your meat dead."

You chuckled as you felt him moan against you, his beard prickly against your swollen flesh as you bucked into him again and again, your blood smeared on his jaw as he gasped for breath, trying to lift your hips up.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck, you taste good."

"I do?" you stroked his hair, leaning back to palm at his white underwear, the cotton tented and hot with his erection, "You love my cunt when it's all bloody?"

He nodded feverishly, diving back in with a crooked smile as he devoured you, his tongue flicking against your clit as you rode his face. You laughed.

"So desperate."

"Hungry," he hissed against your core, his hand reaching from around your thigh so that his fingers rested on the hood of your clit as he sucked it into his greedy mouth. You groaned, wrapping your hand around his hairy forearm, stroking his sweaty skin as you slipped your hand inside his underwear, felt his leaking tip brush against the flesh of your palm as he bucked his narrow hips up.

You licked your lips, moaning as you felt his tongue slip inside you, then out, then in again, as he rubbed your clit with his hand.

"You're way too good at this," you mumbled, saw how his eyes crinkled up with joy as you complimented him. He was yours. All yours, and he liked the taste of your sweet, sweet flesh, bitter and hearty as you bled on his face. It was disgusting. But in a profoundly arousing way.

He fucked you with his tongue, your cramping muscles weak and twitching as he tore orgasm after orgasm from you, only moaning quietly when you took your hand from his cock and dug your nails into his scalp, crushing his face with your hips as you pressed your cunt against him. And by how hard he was, how he whimpered against you - you could tell he loved it. Using him like this, as your personal little reliever, fucking his face, surrounded by his handiwork in whistling, boiling pots, amidst hundreds of flies and the buzzing - god, the buzzing, it was getting to you. You felt his sloppy kiss against your trembling cunt, moaned at the sting his beard against your sensitive flesh as he pulled away, a string of pinkish, pearly saliva connecting his lips to your core as he panted beneath you. What a beautiful sight. You grinned at him, stroked his hair, purred sweet little nothings to him as he wiped at his lips.

"Was that -...?" he smiled shyly. Awfully shyly for who he actually was and for what he had done. You smirked.

"Perfect, just what I needed," you nodded slowly, scooting your butt off of him, stepping down from the rickety table, your bare feet squishing blood and bits of flesh as you stood up on the floor, eyeing him as he straightened his back.

"Aren't you going to - I mean, can we - can I -...?" his eyes were wide, even hungrier than before as the flushed head of his cock peeked from the waistband of his underwear.

He ached to fuck you.

"What?" you leaned on the table, cocking your head to the side as you watched his eyes flicker between your face and your dripping cunt - you couldn't deny you felt a little too empty for him to be entirely done with you.

"I need you," he grunted.

You licked your lips slowly. You bent over to give him a chaste peck on the cheek, turning on your heels, your thrumming abdomen begging for him - but you wouldn't give into it that easily.

"Catch me first."

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i just really want jack manifold fluff if you’re taking requests like the reader joins jack for laugh and the stream ends idk you can do what you feel is best :]

Free Content Darling

Jack manifold my beloved ♥

Im so behind on requests yall forgive me 😪

Literally sorry in advance-

Jack Manifold x gen neutral! reader (established) blurb imagine

⚠︎ slight swearing, petnames, and a lot of fluff, a little bit of writers block from me :( I didn't proofread LMAONSK HELP-

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"Darling! C'mere!" You heard Jack yell from his recording room. You were currently curled up on the couch scrolling through twitter. The trending page had "JACK" and "TRY NOT TO LAUGH" on the top. The tweets under the trending topics was filled with comments about Jack's stream and other streams happening.

You had heard him laughing and yelling in his recording room before. To be completely honest you dont know why he invited you over his house in the first place. You showed up at his house wanting to just relax and have a fun time with Jack, but after a couple minutes he had told you he had a stream already scheduled today and left to you to your own devices.

Thats how ended up on the couch looking at tweets that talked about your boyfriends stream.

You lazily rolled off the couch and onto your feet. You had the fluffy socks Jack had gotton you as a small gift. You both ended up getting the same socks and slipped around the house because of the hardwood floor. It was a fun activity until you were both mimicking ballroom dancing untill you both slipped and fell on the hardwood floor. It was a small moment but then after you both were more careful around his house.

Opening the door to his recording office you peaked your head inside now knowing if he wanted you completely inside or just wanted to quickly tell you something. The door was in frame when he streams so you couldn't be discreet.

"Hey-"

"Hey! Y/N! Guys it's Y/N!" Jack exclaimed showing you off to the stream. "Come over here love." He waved you over while rolling his identical gaming chair for you to sit on.

You smiled and made your way over to sit beside him in the broken chair.

"Why'd you give me the broken chair this time?" You smiled as you questioned him.

"I mean they are identical, no one would've noticed."

"We'll you told everyone who sat in it that it was broken." You said matter of factly.

"Do you want to sit in this one?" Jack asked pointing to the chair underneath him.

"Yeah I do." You said while putting your hands together in a prayer position. "You wanna switch with me?"

"No, not really Im quite comfortable in my own chair love." Jack said with a smirk leaning back in his chair.

"You sure?"

"Yeah pretty much." Jack's smile widened as he saw your frustration grow.

"Dickhead." You said under your breath.

Jack started to laugh. "What did you say?" He swiveled his chair to face you.

"Nothing. You're hearing things." You smirked.

Meanwhile the chat was freaking out about your interactions. You werent a stranger to Jack's fanbase. A year ago you were just Jack's roommate, but then he slowly introduced you as his significant other. He started flirting with you on stream and on twitter, then after a couple months of that he titled a stream "MEET MY S/O!!!". It was weird for you to be on stream for the first time, but you became accustomed to it.

"What did you want me to do again?" You asked. Jack probably forgot the reason he called you in there in the first place.

"Oh yeah! I wanted to do a stream with you! A you laugh the stream ends type thing. Also the chat was asking for you, they missed you apparently."

"Oh of course they did, I think they love me more than you."

"Yeah I think so! And its not right!" Jack exclaimed and you laughed along with him.

"I think we already lost the challenge, cause we've been laughing for a while haven't we?" You brought up.

"Well the challenge hasn't started. And if we laugh you have to get bonked in the bead with this pillow." Jack had gotton up and walked around the room searching for something to become a punishment. "We have 3 lives each and if we use up all of our lives the stream ends."

"And I have you all to myself?" You asked slightly serious. You still were irked because of tbe fact he invited you over and left you, I mean you are here now next to him, but you wanted time without a camera and monitors in your face.

"Yeah love, of course. But you have to laugh!" Jack exclaimed.

Thinking about the situation, you wanted to laugh and lose all your lives on purpose so you two could have alone time together.

"Fine let's go!"

"Alright then!"

"You suck at this game dont ya?" Jack laughed as mutiple short videos from fans kept popping up on the screen. "You have one more life and I only have two."

It was 30 minutes into the stream and youve been hit with the pillow on Jack's lap more times than you could count, at least that what it felt like. You were on your last life and actually trying to stay in the game after realizing how much fun this was. Maybe you were being selfish, because you were right next to him doing things that you two were going to do alone.

"You have no sense of humor babe." You replied back.

"I do have a sense of humor! I could say my sense of humor is broken even."

"Well mine is too when we compare how many lives we have left."

"Good point."

"YOU LAUGHED!" You stood up confronting him trying to pry the pillow out of his hands to hit him with.

"NO! I did not! Let go!" Jack said still sitting down struggling to keep a good grip on the pillow. You successfully took the pillow out of his hands and started repeatedly hitting him with it as he tried to shield himself.

"Augh! Stop!"

"He laughed! He laughed, you guys saw that right?" You bent down into frame reading the chat while they spammed "YES" and "HIT HIM"

"See, they agree with me Manifold." You said confidently.

"They're just want to see me lose. I'm too powerful." He shrugged.

"Anways! 1 to 1! Loser!" You hit him with the pillow again.

"Stop!"

The stream continued on and the both of you were begging eachother to keep your one lives that you both had left. Everytime you snickered a bit Jack would catch it and vice versa. The stream went on longer than Jack planned, but it seemed like he was having fun. Finally after an hour of streaming and bickering between you both You ended up laughing at this stupid vine from long ago.

"YOU LAUGHED I WON!" Jack threw his hands up in victory. "Holy shit we can end the stream, this took forever."

"You wanna end the stream?" You asked after calming down.

"Well we could just chill and talk to chat, but I would've thought you wanted to chill without.." Jack gestured to the monitors on his stream. "All that."

"How'd you know I wanted to do that?" You asked with a small smile.

Jack shrugged. "Well I kind of left you here in my flat and went to go stream for a while. That was a dick move."

"Well thats what I wanted at first but then you called me in here. I was trying to get all of my lives down, but then I realized how much fun I was having." You explained. For a second you forgot that he was still live until you saw flashing text across a screen out of the corner of your eye.

"It was selfish of me-"

"It wasnt selfish bub! I feel that was valid, but you could've told me." Jack said reassuringly grabbing your hand.

"It was fun though! I wouldn't have it any other way Manifold." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Me either."

Jack ended up ending his stream and both of you said your goodbyes to the people watching his stream. He closed everything off of his computer and leaned back in his chair immediately relaxing when the camera was turned off.

"Thanks for inviting me Manifold." You said as he got up to put the pillow back in it's place.

"Of course love." He pressed a kiss to your forehead as we walked away for a second.

"Hey! Why did you invite me anyways?" You asked.

He walked back over to where you were standing and pecked your lips and winked at you. "Free content darling."