#anon.🌟

[alwaysshallow]

YAYYY!

I’m so excited for another chapter of C.A.M!!!

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!! 🥺 im tooooooo, its been a long ride and this chapter kindaaaaa is all about feelings!!

[we-are-so-close]

did you find out what they talked about? Are you okay?

He said they basically only talked about not texting each other and how they can still be civil at work.

But, I'm thinking he's not telling me everything. There's a 4 hour gap between him getting off of work and coming home. I understand that he was going running after work, but the max it's taken him is 1 ½ hours. And it's a 15-20 minute drive home. So, to me, something isn't adding up.

As far as being okay from what he said, I'm really feeling nothing. Like, no feelings on it at all. But overall, I've been on an emotional roller coaster this past week and I have a feeling it's only going to get worse as I try to progress through things. I know that I'll be okay. I just gotta keep telling myself that.

[nottsangel]

also, could you make a dealer!theo fucking you with his gum minific👉🏽👈🏽 (only if you can ofc🫶🏽)

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tw gunplay

“you gonna be a good girl f’me and take it, yeah?” theo murmurs, his voice low and raspy as you feel the gun prodding at your entrance, the cold steel sending goosebumps all over your body. the tip of the gun is slick with your arousal, the black metal glistening with your wetness as theo teases you by dragging it along your core without fully pushing it in just yet.

your cheeks heat up as you think about how you ended up in this situation in the first place. theo was mindlessly toying with his gun, spinning it skilfully, his fingers lazily holding the weapon as he whistled. but he abruptly came to a halt, a knowing smirk spreading across his face when he caught a certain glint in your eyes and he knew exactly what that meant— you were turned on. obviously, he couldn’t just let that go, so now you’re lying on his bed with your legs spread wide, impatiently waiting for him to fuck you with his gun.

“you want this, amore? you want me to fuck you with my gun? ‘s that what you want? huh?” theo growls, his eyes darkening as they scan your naked figure before landing on the gun pressed against your cunt. he stares hungrily with his head tilted slightly, relishing a sense of power. it feels so wrong, so… depraved, but your mind is too clouded with desperation as you spread your legs as far as they can go, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“yes, theo, please, want it so bad!” you beg, making theo chuckle condescendingly as he leans down, hovering over you with one hand resting beside your head and the other holding the gun against your dripping, pulsating cunt. his head is merely inches away from yours, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine as his warm body presses against yours. “yeah? you want it that bad, sweet girl? so fuckin’ naughty.”

he then slowly pushes the gun into your aching hole, causing you to inhale sharply at the unfamiliar feeling of the hard edges of the gun and the danger that comes with it, making it difficult for you to relax— and theo notices immediately, as he firmly grips your face and forces you to meet his gaze. “hey, i need you to relax, alright? can’t do shit if you’re all tensed up like this.” his piercing eyes stare right into yours as his fingers dig into your cheeks, and you nod eagerly. “hmm. that’s my good girl.”

you feel his gun deeper inside of you, entering you inch by inch, while theo has now shifted to sit in front of you, his intently focused eyes glued to where his weapon pushes into your throbbing cunt. “that’s it, piccola. god, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” he stops briefly to help you get used to the strange sensation as your heart pounds wildly, but the thrill and danger only turn you on more.

theo then uses his other hand to push your legs even wider as he slowly but steadily thrusts his gun in and out of you, the rigid surface strangely hitting your sweet spots with each movement. he bites his lip as he watches you moan blissfully, your back arched and your hands gripping his sheets with all your might, and he swears he could cum right there and then. you’re so lost in pleasure, the slightly painful feeling of the gun deep inside you mixed with the euphoric sensation of the firm contours massaging your inner-walls got your head spinning, and you can feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

“wanna see you cum all over my gun, bella. fuck.” theo growls as his pace increases, the gun thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace as his hand moves to your core, his fingers swiftly rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck, theo! just like that, fuck!” you moan out, your body shaking at the sensation as theo groans at your reaction, his cock leaking at the tip in his pants as he gazes down at you with a hungry expression on his face. “my naughty girl.”

a few more thrusts and he pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you as he continues to draw fast circles on your clit, making your legs tremble. you let out a string of curse words at the overstimulation and push him away, causing him to grin as he removes his gun and throws it aside, the weapon clattering to the floor.

“fuck, theo, that was so ama— what are you doing?” you begin, your chest heaving up and down, but you quickly stop when you gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and see him unbuckling his belt in front of you. “aw, you thought we were done? that’s cute, real fuckin’ cute. c’mon baby, spread those pretty legs f’me once more.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[princessbrunette]

asking rafe to slap you when you guys r having sex cus one of your girlfriends mentions her and her bf do it. so he does it but it’s like weak, and just begging him to go harder and he’s just like “ huh?? “

- 🌟

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being allll wired up and getting ideas in your head after that conversation with your friend because she was like “i bet rafe would give you a good one. that man would probably knock you tf out” and your pupils just become hearts bc yea <3 that’s your man <33

and then you see him lose his temper at a party and rough some guy up, and it just pushes you to want it even more !! next time you’re fucking you’re just grinding on his lap, batting your lashes at him like “please slap me? please? j’st— really want it, dad!” and he literally rolls his eyes and laughs at you because ???

“you want me to slap you? am i— am i hearing that correctly?”

“mhm. just need you to. please?”

so he gives you a lil tap on the cheek, and it’s not enough — but he notices how hard you clench, how much more you roll your hips on his lap. “happy? there’s your goddamn slap.”

“nooo, harder rafey.”

“i’m not beating you baby, jesus— just take this fucking dick would you? talkin’ too damn much.”

and then u just get silly n have a whole tantrum about it til he flips you on your back roughly with one hand round your neck and the other slapping the shit out of you !! “yeah? yeah? think you’re a big girl huh? you wanna cry now? after throwing a fuckin’ fit begging me to hit you? nah. you fuckin’ provoked me. shut up and take it, kid.” :(

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[tvgals]

imagine bringing miguel to meet your friends at a function and after a while one of them pulls you to the side and says “you know that man is gonna get your pregnant right?”

oh definitely 🙏

i can imagine you getting all pretty and getting in the car w miguel, and he just can’t keep his hands off of you!!

and when you get there, miguel is shocked by all the people there, everyone with their own auras, the sound of afro beats ringing out in the front yard where people are littered all over the yard, and miguel is even more shocked by all the food and people inside !! you and miguel say your hellos while walking around. the two of you finally make it to your little clique of friends, all of them ecstatic to meet this miguel you were always talking about, now imagine how surprised they were when they’re met with a big burly 6’9 man! the five of you talk for a while, mostly miguel, but when he leaves to get a plate, your friends almost immediately starts whispering to you.

“girl, where tf did you find him at?” one of them asked, another one chiming in. “ik his ass heavy as hell, you do realize at some point he’s gonna want kids?” she asks, smiling at you. “ummm..” you giggle nervously. “i’m telling you, that man’s gonna get you pregnant sooner than later.” she shrugs. i mean — she wasn’t wrong. all the times miguel came inside, or the times the two of you talked about wanting kids together, it was bound to happen!

“yeah.”

— written with black reader in mind .

[lowkeyrobin]

heyy pook :3 i saw you asking for desendants stuff SOO how about whoever you want with a reader who is like valedictorian or smth? just like rlly smart?

all love, 🌟

THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! ; and I decided to go with hook w this one cause why not lol ; thanks for requesting 🌟! hope you enjoy!

JAMES HOOK ; valedictorian

summary ; as class valedictorian, hook is infatuated with you

warnings ; language

word count ; 280

masterlist

he loves how smart you are

he parades it around like a trophy for you

"well, my lover is smarter than you'll ever be. maybe they can conjure up a little revenge for you?"

"hook!"

"yes maam"

you're practically doing his homework atp

you're insanely smart (obv since you're valedictorian) so if he or the other vk's need help, he's sending himself/them to you

"these two are like, if sulfur was a liquid, right?"

"yup. more toxic than your behavior after a bad nap"

"y/n."

if you're an AK (auradon kid) then your relationship was definitely rocky at first

you kinda just deal with his friends cause he's ur boyfriend

he's nice enough to you at least

he's honestly super nice to everyone when uliana isn't around, he's gotta keep up appearances as a VK

but it's your brains that draw him to you

he's just so infatuated with you and how quickly you can solve a problem and how easily you find mental challenges

if you're a VK (villain kid) then you've definitely known each other long enough for him to have known you were insanely smart

he's always trying to get you a spot into conversation when the group is talking about a new prank or some sort of plan to invoke evil upon the AK's

"y/n, what do you think?" he asks, seeing you'd been rather shut out by uliana and hades

you shrug. "it needs more pizzazz"

"i agree" he shrugs, looking back at the debating duo. "add pizzazz"

"what does pizzazz mean in this context?" hades chuckles

"a spell, at least. whatre we planning? to shove them in a locker?"

he loves you

[delusional-mushroom]

Aaravos x reader where reader is also a startouch elf who was Aaravos’s lover but got imprisoned at the same time he did but in a different prison so instead of trying to lead Claudia and Viren to his prison he’s insisting they save his lover (but in his own ‘No! You can’t do it on your own you need this elf’s help!’ To avoid revealing something that would break his mystery facade- maybe reader had like a pet that guards their last residence and Aaravos is just like ‘oh yeah, that’s just ___ he bites.’ Feel free to add some plot to this it’s just a lil scenario that poofed into mah brain hole.

🌟 anon

Oh hello 🌟 anon. Thanks for the request >:3

Side note: sorry this was a bit rushed, especially towards the end. I’d be happy to part two it if you guys want.

After Leola’s death, you and Aaravos shared your grief. When you had no more tears to cry, and the crater of her demise was full to the brim, you began plotting your revenge.

At first, everything was going great. No one suspected a thing.

But then, a human girl— A human girl, had the audacity to stick her nose into where it did not belong, and rat you two out to the arch dragons.

It all happened so fast, one moment Aaravos was shielding his lover from the onslaught of attacks; and then the next they were both enveloped in a crude, blinding light.

Your look of horror was the last thing he saw before he too was imprisoned.

The two of you were both granted a visage through intricate looking glasses, spared with only one shellshocked glance at each other before you were given to the arch dragon of ocean, Domina Profundis.

Every day, and every night, Aaravos cried in his prision.

First Leola, his kind and loving daughter, and now his spouse: the only thing he had left in this cruel world.

Everything seemed hopeless.

He might never hold you in his embrace.

You two might never see each other again.

That was until a middle-aged dark mage stumbled upon his looking glass. How it got from the clutches of Avizandum and Zubeia to the treasury of Katolis, he didn’t know. But old habits die hard, and Aaravos didn’t mind reusing some old tricks…

“Avizandum is dead.”

What…?

Avizandum, King Of The Dragons, the ringleader in his and his lover’s imprisonment. He was dead.

Aaravos felt a satisfaction he had not felt in a long time. Not only was this going to make his schemes easier, but hearing the news of his passing made Aaravos almost giddy with joy. Maybe he wasn’t the one to end Avizandum’s life, but knowing of his death was almost just as good.

Maybe this middle-aged, emotionally fragile man had potential. Maybe he would be a useful pawn.

Finally, after centuries in his prision, escape was within his grasp. He could leave this dreaded place. He could take revenge upon those wretched dragons and elves.

But in a final moment, he relented.

“No.”

“What do mean ‘no’? We’re this close to freeing you!” Claudia squawked indignantly, pinching her fingers together to emphasise her point.

“You need to free someone else first. Someone just as powerful, and just as essential to the plan.” Aaravos insisted, his ghost-like apparition pointing a finger to a second dot on the map.

“And who would that be?” Viren inquired, Raising and an eyebrow in suspicion.

The star touched elf resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His use for the old man was beginning to dwindle. “You will see when the time comes.”

Reluctantly, he managed to get Viren, Claudia, and Terry to agree, though the earthblood elf didn’t really put up much of an argument.

Roaring and ticketing sounded through the mountain where your prison was kept. Allegedly, the magic orb that contained you was imbedded into an ancient tree. In order to acquire it, the tree needed to be felled. Easy, right? Wrong.

The tree was guarded by a serpent-like dragon by the name of Mortem, who’s bite held enough venom to kill an archdragon.

“Don’t get bit.” Aaravos instructed.

He was so close to you. He could feel your energy radiating through the mountain.

And somehow, the earthblood elf managed to lead Mortem away and distract him long enough without getting bit for Claudia and Viren to cut down the tree and grab your prision.

The scrambled journey back down the mountain made his breath bait in anticipation. This was it. He was finally going to be able to see you again.

Once the ritual was complete, your giant form kneeled down to look the three mortals in the eye. Shrinking yourself down, his ghostly appearance caught your eye.

“Aaravos?” You ask incredulously.

“I’m here, beloved.”

I’m here…

[chikaras-garden]

Just thought of something and it can be with any of the bat boys

Right, so they're fucking in a risky place, and reader is trying to be quiet. And one of the batboys says "I don't want you to be quiet. I wanna here ever single fucking noise that's comes from those pretty lips"

-🌟

“Any bat boy” = Dick = I got sooooo carried away. 🌟 you're such a genius omg

You thought you’d like galas. You’ve never been to one, but what you imagined was nothing short of the fairy tales and princess stories humans are so fond of—and, admittedly, you’ve kind of grown attached to.

But, well. You’re wobbly on your feet, uncoordinated when you’re usually so sure and graceful, and entirely at the mercy of the man who invited you to the Wayne Foundation Gala.

“Dick,” you murmur, tugging on the sleeve covering to the arm you’re perched on. He hums in reply, barely glancing at you; his free hand is buried in his pocket, and your breath catches when you realize what he’s doing.

The dizzying heat in your mind backs off for just a second, and the lack of sensation between your thighs brings feeling back to your legs. You let out a shaky breath and lean your head on his shoulder, then close your eyes when a gentle hand rubs against your lower back.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he murmurs as if he’s not the one who, just an hour ago, fingered you open and stuffed a remote vibrator inside you, then made you dress for the gala and pretend everything is fine while he held the controls in his pocket.

“I can’t,” you whimper, trying to conceal your distress from the judgy wives with way too much influence that flit around you like wasps.

His lips brush against your hairline. It’s innocent, like a man who’s endearingly infatuated with his beautiful date—but you know better. “Can’t what?”

“Be here,” you press, annoyed that he’s being so purposefully obtuse. But if you’re so annoyed, why are your pussy lips clinging to the toy, fluttering and kissing the silicone as if you’re desperate for more stimulation, not less. “I can’t not— I can’t be quiet, Dick.”

Incredulously, he raises a brow, and his eyes are sharp and dangerous—but still safe and comforting. He challenges you with, “I don’t want you to be quiet.”

“But—”

He leans in and kisses just behind your ear, taking his public display of affection just a little further; behind you, you think you hear someone coo at the adorable couple.

The toy leaps to life again and you gasp, twisting yourself to hide as much of your face as you can in Dick’s neck—where you feel him chuckle. He’s holding you with one hand, steady and strong, but you know that his other hand is responsible for your slow torture.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, low and dark. “Let me hear you. I want to hear every single noise that comes from those pretty lips. You can do that for me, can’t you, pretty girl?”

[poppy-metal]

NO BUT YEAH!!! YEAH!!! it's in missionary, he's slapping his balls on your ass, heavy sack making that clapclapclap filthy sound when it hits. there are tears on your eyes, hands on his shoulders and your back arching on the dirty mattress. god it's nasty. god it's good. "patrick, patrick," chanting his name, his eyes tilting up from your pussy clamping, squeezing like a vice, glances back at you like "yeah? yeah?" and you want to cry, cock so mean and fat pushing on your hole like it's a joke. "do you- do you like me?"

"got my dick like it's hitting the back of your throat and you askin' if i like you?" sucks in a breath that sound an awful lot like a laugh. you find in yourself to stammer "answer the question, 'rick" swallowing the little moan that wants to come out when he strokes just riiiight

he fucks you like he hates you and that's the biggest proof of love he can't offer you, can't you see? can't you feel? the head of his cock pressing that sweet dot of ecstasy and he throbs inside you each time you spilll a word or a moan or a breath. he thinks of saying so, thinking that of course he fucking likes you, more than that. he knows your favorite snacks and your routine and what you like, how you like it, and he has watched you sleep. has fucked you and stayed the night. and this isn't dating, right, but it's the closest he can get to it.

thinks of saying that. wants to say that, but he's not the biggest communicator in the world. so instead of vomiting the sypury sickeningly sweetness of a love confession when he makes you cum, he does the only thing he really knows. patrick fucks you harder, with more intent, more force, more power, and he lets his voice grow softer when his breath runs out whispering in your ear, "yeah, i like you, alright? like this sweet pussy calling my name, like you so much, baby, i'mma give you this dick nice 'nd good"

could i be 🌟 anon? <3

im physically not equipped to handle this <//3

it wasn't meant to be serious with you - you were just a cute girl who he knew had a crush on him and he could use a warm hole to sink his dick into whenever he wanted it - but god, he didn't expect this. didn't expect your sweet little voice asking an innocent question like "do you like me?" while your feet are by his ears nd your pussy is gripping his dick to rattle him, but it does. how are you so fucking cute? asking him shit like that when you know the kind of guy he is? you know and you still open your legs for him - still suck on his cock with that sweet little cunt -

there's feelings he doesn't want to confront - he used to be a good person, at least he thought so, back in high-school or even in college he could've been a good boyfriend to you - could've taken you on cute fucking dates and walked you to your dorm and held your hand and waited until the third date before he even slid a hand up your shirt - he could've told you things like he liked you maybe even loved you so easily - but he's not that giy anymore. two people broke his heart and twisted it and made it narled and spikey and now your adoration feels like a rope around his neck - pulling tight - he cant tell you what he feels, can't take that risk, that plunge, not again -

but he can make you feel good. he can tell you things like - "I love fucking you - you take me so fucking good - how'd you get such a tight little pussy made just for me, huh?" presses down over you so he can lick behind your teeth - tongue down your throat before you can say something in return that'll do something detrimental like make his heart tick. you're done talking, he's decided.

"gonna take my cum like the good girl you are - yes, baby -" this is what makes it so fucking good between you. the sweat sliding between your bodies as he bears down you - the loud smack of his balls against your ass - god, hes so fucking full - he's gonna pump you so full, he's telling you that as he's pushing your legs even further back - so fucking flexible - ankles bouncing in the air - everything is wet wet and sticky and hot and your little hands scrabble at his thick thighs like you're trying to pull him even more inside you - greedy fucking girl - fucking sex, kitten. he can't get enough of you. he's going to cum in you so fucking deep and make you hold it inside you.

"ah, ah, ah, ah - p-patrick - pa -! "

yeah, baby. he's got you. soak that fucking cock that you cant get enough of. show it how much you love it.

[webdollzz]

hear me OUT. hobie brown mutual marking/branding smut@?11!1?1? pic this:

basically whole premise is reader writing "[names property]" on hobie after they've had sex as a silly wake up prank and taking a pic of herself writing it on him, while unbeknownst her hobie's WIDE awake

So he turns the tables and just fucks her dumb again and writes "[hobies property]" right above her pussy and takes a pic so they're even

sorry this idea is so random i just HAD to get this out my system!!

a/n🌟anon, I love you. here's ur fic + the tallys you added! ur ideas are GORGEOUS. this is quite hobie hand focused ngl...n i kinda don't like this??

warnings!: fem!reader x dom!hobie choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, slight mocking, slight mean hobie but gets soft at the end. use of y/n once                                                 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

his grip on your sweaty body loosened, a sign that he had fallen asleep after sex. he always did — he was out like a light everytime. you didn't mind, you enjoyed the sleepy cuddles. but you weren't that tired this time. you were still led ontop of him, puffing small amounts of air from your lips as your eyes drifted to the sharpie he used to sign autographs, immediately smiling at your little idea. you snatch up the sharpie, gently sliding down his body and writing 'y/n's property' along his hip bone with a cheesy grin.

with the remainder of your smudged lipstick, you kiss right next to the writing for affect. you giggle, grabbing your phone, pushing his boxers band down to make sure the writing was clear. You snap a picture of it, staring at it for a couple seconds before moving your phone away. you let out a yelp of surprise when you see hobie staring right at you, a very unimpressed and unamused look on his face.

"Fuckin' hell! I thought you were asleep." You gasped, your hands on his lower abdomen now as you sat on his lap.

"Yeah, can fuckin' see tha'. The bloody 'ell do y'think you're doin'?" He grumbled, sitting up and gripping your hips, sliding you closer to him, your breath hitching as your panty-clad cunt brushed against his already rehardening cock.

"was jus' having some fun." You shrugged. he rolled his eyes, placing his hand on the back of your head to brace you as he flipped the both of you over, your back now hitting the mattress as he flipped your positions, glaring at you from above. he pulled down your panties once again, making you shiver.

"we just finished." You grunted, your lips parting softly as he ran a finger through your folds, gathering your slick from previous rounds.

"so? should've thought 'bout that before you started tha' shi." He huffed, grabbing your hips and yanking you towards him, placing his head between your thighs. he kissed up them, nibbling softly on occasion, smirking at your impatient whimpers. he dug his fingers into your skin to make you stop squirming.

"hob — quit it." You whined, your legs attempting to close around his head to stop him but he forced them open.

"naw." He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you jolt with a moan. he smirks, putting your legs over his shoulder. in no time he started devouring you like you were his very last meal, like you didn't finish fucking approximately half an hour ago. he was insatiable. give him a ten minute break and this man can go another couple rounds. you shudder around him as he eats your cunt like he never will again.

"yeah? you like that, doll?" he murmured against your pussy, making you mewl with a nod.

"mhm! don't stop, please." you begged, your hands finding their way to his wicks, tugging him closer to your cunt. he hummed lowly, sucking on your clit as his free hand that wasn't holding your down snaked between you two, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance before sinking in and immediately curling to your sweet spot. you gasp shakily, whining as you tug harder on his hair.

"Hobie! fuck, m'gonna cum." you cried, the overstimulation from earlier on still lingering, making the build up painfully good.

"c'mon ma, cum f'me. you got it." he cooed, pulling away to let his fingers to the rest of the work, leaning down to drink up your cries in a messy kiss you can barely reciprocate. as you gush around his fingers, he didn't slow his movements, prolonging your orgasm until you push his hand away, muttering a "t'much.." he kisses down your neck, humming softly.

"open up, good girl." he grunted, making you suck your own slick off his fingers, your tongue lazily swirling around the digits, making him groan and his cock throb. whilst you sucked on is fingers, his other hand pulled away from your hips to grab the marker. he put it between his teeth to bite the cap off, spitting out onto the bed next to you. you frown, wondering what he was doing, but before you could pull away to ask his slender fingers pushed deeper and made you gag and grab his wrist. he grinned cockily at your gag before leaning down to your inner thigh to draw one simple line. a rally, if you will. he pulled his fingers away from your lips, nodding towards the black line on your thigh.

"think we should keep addin' onto i'?" he rhetorically asked, his answer already being yes. his large hands grabbing your hips, flipping you over with ease and pulling your ass into the air. you yelp, your hands flying back to grab his arm. he tuts, shaking his head.

"c'mon, baby. be a good sport." he mocked with a shit eating grin, pushing your head further into the mattress. "hobie..s'not fair." you whined, but pushed your hips back to grind your ass against his dick anyway.

"aww, it's not fair?" he repeated as he reached down into his joggers to pull out his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance. you meet him half way, pushing back until you're buried to the hilt. you both let out a moan, before hobie slid his hand to the middle of your back and pushed down to deepen your arch. his other hand remained on your hip, gripping the flesh there hard enough to bruise.

"go on, then. fuck ya'self on my dick like a good girl." he urged, watching how you rocked your hips back and forth slowly, nearly moaning at the sight of him sliding in and out of you, your slick coating his dick. "oh god, feels s'good, hob." you mewled, nails digging into the sheets so hard they might as well rip them apart.

he hummed knowingly, both hands now holding your hips. he took over, not liking the slow ass pace you set. his thrusts were deep and rough, each one making a small ah! ah! ah! sound spill from your lips and into the fluffy pillow.

"fuck, such a slut fo' me, hm? yeah, you like having your lil' cunt pounded everyday." he said between his teeth. it was hardly a question anymore. you did.

"mhm! mhm! fuck, faster, please." you cried into the pillow, your already pre-smudged mascara wiping off onto the white pillow case. he went faster, one hand sliding up your body and wrapping around your neck. he yanked your body up to meet his chest, still thrusting unforgivingly into you as his veiny hand gripped your neck firmly.

"faster? fo'real? can't ever ge' enough, can ya?" He teased, his breath brushing your ear as he hovered by your neck, just being able to see your fucked out face through the corner of his eye. strained whines and whimpers fell from you, the hand on your neck making your head spin so good.

"I asked ya' a question." He scoffed, slowing his thrusts. you shake your head, your hand flying back to try and make him resume. he loosens his grip on your throat so you can speak.

"no! can't get enough. m'sorry, please. don't stop. don't stop." you panted, voice sounding like you're on the verge of sobbing as your nails dug into him to try and make him continue. he smirked, realising how pathetic he makes you. it was adorable to him, gave him an ego boost the man definitely did not need.

"since ya' begged so nicely, doll." he mumbled, giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head before his hand slid from your neck to your hair, gripping it tightly to force you down again. you moaned, your arms attempting to force yourself upwards but he wiped them out with his free hand before it went to your hip. he resumed pounding into you, the sound of skin meeting skin, your moans and mewls, and his breathy groans filling your small bedroom.

your orgasm was building quickly, his hand tugging at your hair, his tip practically hitting your cervix and bruising it — it was all too much. "h-hob! m'gonn-" you barely got the words out before your orgasm crashed over you, making your entire body tremble and a loud cry fall from your puffy lips. you coated his dick with your release, and he released your hair.

"good girl, tha'sss it. jus' like that." He praised, leaning down to kiss your shoulder as he grabs the pen he tossed aside earlier, marking your inner thigh once more. that makes two tallys. "can ya give me one more, ma?" He whispered, kissing your back and shoulder. you whined breathily, shaking your head a little before he pulled out and flipped you over.

he reached over to your bedside table, tapping your jaw gently as he raises the glass full of water to your lips. "open. take a drink, doll." He whispered softly, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. you smiled gently, putting your lips to the glass and letting him raise it slightly so you could take a couple sips of the water, the coldness easing your dry mouth and sore throat. he smiled softly, putting the glass back down on the side table.

"good girl. such a good girl, hm?" He muttered, kissing your lips softly a few times, and it almost made you not notice the way his hands went to grab your thighs. almost.

"he-hey! what're you doin'?" you mumbled, looking up at him with fluttering eyes. "well, you're a good girl, righ'? a good girl can give me one more." he cooed, pushing your legs to your chest, admiring the way your cunt drooled for him. you huffed, but nodded nonetheless.

"mhph. one more." you warned, but your tone failed you as it turned to a whine half way through as his dick prodded at your entrance.

"yeah, just one more, baby." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your calf before sinking himself into you with a groan from him, a mewl from you. his thrusts were slow but deep, making you feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you.

"oh — oh — oh!" you moaned each time he hit that sweet spot inside you, your nails clawing marks into his back. "tha's it, ma. you got it. jus' relaaaxx." he drawed, kissing your nose softly before looking down to where you're connected.

"look a' her...takin' me so well, pretty." he praised, feeling you clench around him. your moans were breathy, your eyes fluttering closed as you gripped onto him.

"m'so close, m'god." you whined quietly, your back arching slightly. "s'okay, baby. you got it, cum f'me." he whispered, kissing your calf again softly, the coldness of his lip piercing a stark contrast to your hot skin.

you let out a high pitched, long moan as your legs shook against his hold as you came around his dick once more. your orgasm triggered his, making him groan softly as he filled you to the brim, softly pulling out a few moments later and muttering an apology when you wince. he laid your legs softly back onto the bed, kissing your body a few times as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

you were half asleep at this point, all fucked out and tired. he took the pen once more, gently writing 'hobie's property' right above your cunt. he grabbed his phone, snapping a quick picture of his n yours cum spilling out of your used cunt and the markings, grinning to himself. he then tucked his phone away, standing up to go to the bathroom and wet a flannel. he came back, carefully cleaning you up so he didn't disturb you, avoiding the now slightly smudged tally marks and his marking, before tossing the flannel to the side. he put your panties back on, grabbing one of his shirts from your floor and muttering a quiet — "cmon, help me out." as he slid it over your head, your arms going into the sleeve before you went back limp.

he curled up next to you, tucking you into him and kissing your head.

"i love you, sweetheart."

"love you more." you mumbled before falling into a deep sleep.

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[alwaysshallow]

Girl I JUST finished reading the new chapter before it shut down lollll

(it was really good btw!!)

-🌟

LMAOOO im glad at least it worked out for you!! ily 🥺

[we-are-so-close]

Asahiiii!!!

The ship thing

aaahhh, thanks! he is my most favorite, so it makes me so happy when others see him as, like, the ship for me 😊

[nottsangel]

oml oml we NEED a brother's bsf!theo helping you out with your cramps during your periodddd(aka fucking you until you forget the painnnn) and like lorenzo(he's my brother in my head lmao) has no ideaaaa...

-🌟

he’s just soooo sweet for taking care of his best friend’s sister isn’t he :/ he just couldn’t stand watching you limp around the house in pain any longer so that’s how you ended up under him with his cock buried deep inside of you, his hand wrapped firmly over your mouth to stifle any moans. “you want me to fuck you, huh? then shut the fuck up or your brother will hear.” and it’s so risky because the walls are so thin, but you can’t help feeling even more aroused as you beg theo to fuck the pain out of you :(

[princessbrunette]

toxicex!jj who sees a guy talking to at a party and then walks over talking about some; “ oh yeah dude her face is pretty i know. i remembering cumming on this thing for the first time “

- 🌟

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for like ten minutes of you talking to this guy you have to ignore jj’s eyes on you. you feel a little bad, because whilst you could tell he’s pissed, he also just looked sad.

his friends are trying to engage with him, trying to gain his attention and drag him into conversation but they may aswell be talking to a brick wall— all of his attention devoted to staring this guy down.

he downs his drink, deciding enough is enough and swaggers over — plastering on that same jj confidence that everyone knows and loves, clearly a masquerade for the deep insecurity and rage he was harbouring in that moment.

“hey, howdy there. uh, who’s your friend? introduce me.” jj grins, but it’s clearly malicious and you shrink a little— averting your eyes from the confused guy infront of you.

“hey… man. you know him?” the guy you were previously flirting with juts his thumb to jj, the blonde clenching his jaw at the gesture. you open your mouth to answer but the blonde speaks for you.

“oh yeah, yeah i know this beauty inside out. emphasis on uh… emphasis on the inside, dude.” jj stares him down, squinting his eyes a little at the gesture.

“right.” the guy responds awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“jj was just leaving.” you speak up, desperately trying to ease the tension and he smirks, throwing you a look.

“you kiddin’? i’m just gettin’ to know your new friend here, you were totally hittin’ on her right?”

“uh—”

“yeah, yeah nah i don’t blame you. don’t blame you at all man, real pretty face. yeah. remember cummin’ all over it like it was last week. wait a second, oh that’s crazy — it was last week!” his manic grin remains, but now he’s turned his attention on you, closing in on you to look down at you. you shove at his chest, huffing and the guy excuses himself — muttering something about how he didn’t wanna get in the middle of anything.

jj pays no mind to his exit, yanking his hat off his head to run a hand through his hair with a clenched jaw. “are you forgetting i bring my gun with me everywhere? you know i’d hate to shut this party down but that dude was practically beggin’ for it.” he scoffs.

“your gun? jj are you crazy?” you explode, yelling over the music with wide eyes searching his for a shred of humanity. when he smirks and peels his shirt up between pinched fingers, revealing his gun tucked in his waistband your breath hitches in your throat. you despise the way it gives you butterflies.

“always strapped, baby. always ready.” he stares you down and your brows furrow, shaking your head.

“whats your problem? we aren’t together anymore.” you stress.

“okay? i’m looking out for you. you’re welcome. dude was looking at you like you were a piece of meat i just couldn’t allow that!” he argues and your eyes widen in disbelief.

“oh, because telling him about how you came on my face was just such a classy move, jj. you’re a real gentleman.” you’re practically pouting, crossing your arms over your chest.

“not my finest moment, i’ll admit.” he holds his hands up before stepping into your space. he presses his body to yours and you can feel the shape of his gun pressing against you at his waistband. you shiver. “lemme make it up to you mama. i’ll drive you home, alright? i swear i’ll keep my hands to myself.”

jj was many things, but truthful wasn’t one of them.

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[b4ddprincess]

ELLIAAAAA 😭😭 you literally won’t believe the realisation i just had omds…

i’m the anon who wrote to you about 2 nights ago regarding expecting a success story from me very soon and GIRLLLL i genuinely still can’t believe this

that night I did in fact induce the void (I kept to ma worddd 😝). HOWEVER, as i was binge-reading your blog again i had come across your response to an anon in which you had mentioned that the void can either appear as black or white and that’s when it hit me…

I have never felt this much shock in my entire 15 years of existence… I HAVE BEEN INDUCING IT THIS ENTIRE TIME 😭✋🏽

now… you may not think this is as shocking as it seems on the surface but the twist to it all is not that i wasn’t aware (oh nooooo, baby) it was the fact that my mind has been downplaying and deeming it to be a symptom the entire time (im so close to ingesting rat poison istg 🚶🏾‍♀️)

you see a while back i even suspected to have experienced the void before, but because of the state i was in being a bright white i shrugged it off and just thought it was a recurring symptom that i experienced most EVERY time i induced the void. the same white lighting slowly taking over my vision and soon engulfing my surroundings as i no longer has my senses. no longer able to hear or feel anything and only able to see this white space… sound familiar?

the entire obsession and glorification of the void state on loatumbr is definitely the main catalyst for all of this. when everyone became obsessed with inducing the void, i truly felt as though there HAD to be something more to this state. some existential breakthrough, but the void state is truly as simple as you & other bloggers deem it to be so thank you for being a huge part in my realisation, you DEFINITELY are going to get a success story soon (it’s guaranteed bae 🤭)

also can i be your 🌟 anon?? xoxo 💞

NOT ME SMILING AND GIGGLING READING THISSSSS 🤭🤭 and CONGRATSSS!!.... this whole time?? 😭 and yesss u can be my 🌟 anon! 💗💞

[lyranova]

Nozel x reader fashion au where reader is a fashion designer and maybe nebras friend? And nebra calls reader to make a suit for nozel and that's how they met? You can continue the story with creative liberties❤️❤️

Oh and congratulations on 900 followers!!!

Hiya anon, thank you so much! I apologize for the wait, I did incorporate the first half of your request, but I decided to have Nozel and the reader already in a relationship since I couldn’t quite figure out a good scenario for them to meet in with the suit 😅. But I still hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,695

Warnings: None

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“ Listen; I have a big favor to ask you-!”

“ No.”

“ Oh come on just hear me out!” Nebra Silva groaned on the other end of the phone, making you sigh and shake your head even though she couldn’t see it.

There were two types of favors Nebra would ask of you; one was that you design a custom outfit for her at a discount, and the second was that you design an outfit for a friend of hers for free.

Which one will it be today, you wondered.

“ Fine, I’ll hear you out,” You muttered as you quietly set your pen down. You could hear Nebra excitedly clap her hands on the other side of the phone, which made you smile a bit.

“ Alright! So, I want you to make a suit for my brother, Nozel,” Nebra began quickly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

This…was a gift for Nozel?

“ His birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him something special, which is why I called you! You’re one of the best designers in the world, there’s no one else I would trust to make a perfect suit for him!” She told you quickly.

“ So, will you do it? Please?” She begged, and that’s when you knew just how much this meant to her.

Nebra Silva never begged, and she most certainly never said ‘please’.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“ Alright, I’ll make the suit for him,” You said as you picked up your pen again and began to start some preliminary designs. “ I’ll send you some sketches by the end of the week. Oh, and I’m charging you full price since it’s a complete suit.”

“ Thank you~! I’m sure it’ll be perfect, and if it’s not then I just won’t pay you,” Nebra said with a chuckle, but you knew she was completely serious with her words.

You sighed again and shook your head, and just as you were about to hang up she suddenly asked a question that made your heart stop for a moment.

“ Oh, but don’t you need Nozel’s measurements to start sketching?” She asked, her tone curious.

You were quiet for a moment, your brain going a mile a second as you tried to think of what to tell her.

After all, how did one explain to their friend that the reason they weren’t asking for their older brothers measurements was because they already had them due to…reasons?

“ I don’t need his measurements right now; so you can just wait and give them to me later.” You explained quickly, hoping that your friend would accept that and not ask anymore questions.

Nebra hummed curiously for a moment, making your palms sweat and your heart race anxiously.

“ Alright, I’ll try to get Solid to get his measurements tomorrow so I can send them to you,” She said, and you couldn’t help but let out a very quiet sigh of relief.

She bought it…at least for now.

After saying goodbye and making a promise to meet later in the week, you hung up the phone and sighed dramatically before resting your head on your arms.

“ Is something wrong?” A familiar voice asked behind, his tone curious but also laced with concern.

You slowly turned your head to the right and saw Nozel Silva standing there; a towel in his hand as he tried his best to dry his dripping silver locks, his normally braided bangs hanging loosely between his eyes.

Your gaze traveled down to where his usually loose, grey t-shirt now tightly clung to his body; and where his white pajama pants with grey stripes rested loosely around his thin waist.

You groaned as you closed your eyes and moved your head away, how on earth was your boyfriend of over a year able to make even the most casual of clothes look so good?!

“ What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone sounding more concerned as he walked over to you, he set his towel down onto the table before he placed a hand on the back of your chair and the other on your arm.

“ Nothing, it’s just…work,” You muttered, not bothering to lift your head. Nozel’s eyes slowly drifted towards your sketchbook, a critical hum escaping him as he picked up one of the designs.

“ Who is this suit for?” He asked curiously as he raised a thoughtful hand under his chin.

You sighed and raised your head slightly.

“ A very picky client.” You muttered, not daring to give away Nebra’s identity, or who this suit was meant to be for.

He nodded solemnly.

“ I see, I completely understand since I also have my fair share of picky clients,” He admitted with an irritated shake of his head. “ Should I talk to them?”

You shook your head and waved away his concern; the last time he had talked to one of your clients he had completely scared them off!

“ It’s alright, I can handle them on my own,” You told him softly, but your voice was full of gratitude and a gentle smile worked its way onto your face.

Nozel nodded, and you swore you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“ Then, would you like me to help you with these sketches? That way the problem client can’t cause you more problems?” He offered, his eyes still locked on the sketchbook.

You hummed in thought; one the one hand you wanted it to be a surprise, but on the other you thought it might be better that he at least give some input into his own suit.

“ Sure, have a seat and tell me what you think,” You told him, and he nodded before doing as you requested.

You watched Nozel anxiously, looking for any positive or negative expressions; but as always he kept his face neutral, serious, and very focused. He never gave his thoughts away, which both intrigued yet frustrated you.

“ Is this what the client requested?” He asked as he began flipping through the pages, you shook your head.

“ No. This suit is supposed to be a surprise for someone else,” You explained as you fully lifted your head and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “ I’ll get more information later this week.”

He silently nodded.

The anxiety came crawling back as you waited for his verdict; surely the designs weren’t that bad?

After a moment Nozel set the sketchbook down and looked at you with a serious expression.

“ These all suck,” He told you bluntly, and you swore that you felt an arrow shoot you through the heart.

“ Well that hurts.”

“ Would you rather I lie in order to spare your feelings?” He asked with a raised brow, and you shook your head.

As much as it hurt, you would rather he be honest about his critiques; not only was this suit being made for him, but also because you valued his input as a senior Fashion Designer.

“ No,” You admitted with a sad sigh.

“ Hand me a pencil.” He instructed, and you frowned in confusion but did as he requested.

He took it with a small nod in thanks before he began scribbling and making notes on your sketches.

You watched him silently, the only sound in the room being the scratches of the pencil against the paper. But instead of feeling anxious in this silence like before, you felt this…calmness take over you.

You always loved watching him work; the way his eyes would narrow as he focused, the way a small smile would work its way onto his face as the design came together, and the way his purple eyes would glance up at you to see if you were watching him…

Wait, that wasn’t something he normally did!

You felt your heart skip a beat and your face heat up in embarrassment at having been caught staring. Nozel chuckled softly but didn’t say a word as he went back to your sketchbook.

After another moment he handed it back to you and stood up.

“ I have an early day tomorrow, so I’m going to bed first,” He told you softly as he walked over to stand beside you.

Nozel placed a hand against your cheek, leaned down, and placed a sweet, gentle kiss against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, your hand reaching up to gently rest against his.

“ Don’t stay up too late.” He told her, his voice quiet but serious, and you smiled a bit.

“ Is that an order?”

“ Yes,” He replied bluntly, making you giggle before leaning forward to place another quick kiss against his lips, making his eyes widen and his face burn.

“ Alright Captain, I’ll follow your order,” You told him playfully, a soft giggle escaping you as you watched your boyfriend roll his eyes at the silly nickname. “ I’ll fix the designs and then I’ll come to bed.”

Nozel nodded before standing up, wishing you a goodnight, and walking towards your shared bedroom.

You let out a quiet, tired sigh and reached out to grab your sketchbook. Better get started on his corrections, you thought.

But much to your surprise, when you opened the sketchbook you didn’t see any corrections; instead you saw tiny little notes.

Positive and encouraging notes…

As your eyes scanned the pages slowly, you felt your heart fill with warmth and love. Nozel wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions and telling people how he felt about them; at least not verbally.

Whether it was through little notes like this or through his clothing designs, he was much better at expressing himself through his art and writing.

And that was one of the many things you loved about him.

You gently closed the sketchbook, stood up, and walked into the bedroom where you slipped quietly into the bed beside Nozel. You wrapped your arms around him, quietly thanked him for the encouragement, and told him that you would make the best suit, most impressive for your client because of it!

He chuckled, rolled over, and sleepily told you how he couldn’t wait to see it as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!