#bops every single one of them

[glittergelpensherlock]

Why did we as a society stop worshiping One Direction?

[sciderman]

Move is SUCH a good song!! Thoughts on Preach by Saint motel? That's my fave of their songs

it fucks!!

[alto-tenure]

BTW, Dinah's list of possible BOP candidates:

Babs

Vixen

Grace Choi

Huntress

Lady Shiva

Talia (with a question mark)

Cheshire (also with a question mark)

Catwoman (on the list as Selina)

Onyx (I believe?)

Katana

Manhunter (I believe?)

Zatanna

Black (???) [It was suggested to me that this is possibly Lady Blackhawk, who has appeared on the BOP before]

Fire/Ice (they're a set, do not separate)

[lifeofafangirl1]

I’m here to break my silence as more of a Harry and Louis soloist. Niall makes some of the best solo music. It had to be said. I’m sorry…😔

[stitchthesewords]

Can I interest anyone in a Rift AU Playlist

[rainingincale]

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[gguk-n]

Short n Sweet (Max Verstappen x Singer!Reader)

Inspired by the new Sabrina Carpenter album. Face claim- Sabrina Carpenter. All the pictures are from pinterest and instagram

No hate to anyone. This is all fiction

y/n.y/l/n

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y/n.y/l/n Wanted to give you guys a little something before Coachella. Surprise single before Coachella.

user1 OMG!! SUMMER BOP😍😍 user2 why is Max lurking in the likes?🤔 user3 user2 who is Max? user2 user3 Max Verstappen is a Formula One driver for RedBull Racing user4 who has my girl writing love songs for??😭😭 user5 how are we supposed to learn this in a few hours? It's on the setlist for coachella🥲🥲

y/n.y/l/n

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y/n.y/l/n Thank you to everyone who came! I had a blast and even got to meet chappelroan. Can't believe you guys memorised Espresso in such short notice, love you guys!!😘😘

user6 I'm so happy they met😭 user7 She looks like the prettiest southern princess😍😍 user8 my dream came true when I got to see you live today❤️❤️ user9 There's a rumour that this song is about Max Verstappen?!🤐 user10 love you baby girl!! ❤️❤️The IT GIRL of pop is here😘😘

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y/n.y/l/n So happy to release the next single on my album- Please Please Please. Hope you enjoy❤️

user1 is it just me or did they dating catch me off guard?🫣 user2 I thought it was just rumours but it seems it's real😭 user3 I didn't think we'd get to see Max act, but damn😭😭 user4 she's really marking her territory😏👀 user5 Max I hope you are better than all her shitty exes🙂 redbullracing thank you for casting our driver. All those acting lessons have paid off💙Liked by Author

y/n.y/l/n

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y/n.y/l/n The cat's out of the bag. I would like you to meet my boyfriend Max, a cat dad of 2 gorgeous Bengals. Also, I'm a bit of a show off, so here's pictures of my hot sappy boyfriend😍😍

maxverstappen1 Love you, schat💙 y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 I love you too baby!!❤️ redbullracing come to the paddock soon!! We would love to meet you🥹 landonorris OMG!! This is the girl you asked tips on how to pull?😏😏 maxverstappen1 landonorris I didn't ask for tips. I did it on my own user6 OMG!! THE HARD LAUNCH IS LAUNCHING😭😭 user7 I'm happy to see her sappy and in love😭😍 user8 the second and fifth picture🤤🤤 user9 Both of you are too cute😤😤 user10 can't wait to see Max at her concerts🥹🥹

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1💙💙

y/n.y/l/n WOW a man of many words maxverstappen1 y/n.y/l/n I can show you I love you without uttering a single word redbullracing cutest couple ever!!💙💙 landonorris can't believe you pulled her👀 maxverstappen1 landonorris 😡🤬 charles_leclerc So happy for you both!❤️ schecoperez the kids love watching her old Disney shows!!❤️ y/n.y/l/n schecoperez OMG!! I wanna meet them!!🥹🥹 user1 can't wait to see her at the races😏 user2 Max has been so happy and cheery since he started dating her🫣 user3 both of them are made for each other😌😌 user4 the second picture 😍🤤Max is strong 🤤🤤 user5 both of them are each others biggest fans, so cute❤️❤️

Wired Autocomplete Interview with Y/N Y/L/N

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maxverstappen1 Enjoyed every moment in Zandvoort with this amazing atmosphere🟠 We couldn't challenge for the win today, but thank you for all your incredible support 🙌

y/n.y/l/n You did so well baby!! So proud of you!!😘😘 maxverstappen1 y/n.y/l/n thanks lifde. So proud of you too!!💙💙 y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 overall a great weekend for us🥹😏 user5 you were great!! We love you❤️❤️ user6 get you a man that celebrates your wins too🤧🤧 user7 their interactions are so cute, can't even believe she made it to the race🥹🥹 user8 they made everyone feel single at the paddock😭😭 user9 Monza next, Max will work his magic😤 user10 we love to watch the power couple win😭

[izjeon]

GONEGIRL.

athlete!jungkook x f!reader

𖥻 genre: s2l (strangers to lovers?), fwb (friends with benefits), pwp, and university au.

𖥻 rating: 18+

𖥻 word count: 3.2k

𖥻 warnings: [MINORS DNI] afab/f!reader, heavy infatuation, they basically stalk each other, a lot of sexual tension, smut is literally the plot, many mentions of wet dreams, debatable infidelity, reader has debatable morals, jungkook & reader are horny, switch!jk (but he does most of the dominating) and switch!reader, a lot of making-out, hickeys (f.receiving), reader lowkey has a praise kink, hair pulling (m.receiving), jungkook whimpers, extra beefy jungkook, dry humping… and they get caught.

a/n: this is not proofread, but why is standing next to you such a bop?? helped me finish this after months of it being stuck in the drafts. also, to whoever told me to stay in the basement, i couldn’t stick to my word, pookie 😔. enjoy!

series masterlist: GONEGIRL

chapter one - ‘slowburn?’

𖥻 GONEGIRL

you knew who he was.

jeon jungkook: the senior that all the freshmen drooled for and the senior that all the seniors wanted to themselves. as a senior yourself, you couldn’t say he didn’t intrigue you. he was a sporty guy, winning national and global championships in track and wrestling for fun on the side. obviously, his matches were the most popular in viewership across the university. the golden boy, he never once failed to add another gold medal to your university’s esteemed profile.

so, you knew who he was, but you couldn’t understand why his eyes were stuck on you and only you.

you’d first met him at a party held by one of his close friends, namjoon. you were introduced briefly and didn’t exchange any numbers or socials. but, that following morning, jngkk_97 followed you on instagram. and, from that day on, he was the first guy to like your posts, the first guy to view your stories and the first guy you knew of to not slide into your dms.

with his intriguing, yet unexpectedly distant, behaviour, he found his way into your mind— 24/7. so, every morning, you awoke, gaslighting yourself into believing that the thought of his pink, pouty lips on yours didn't actually send you into a midlife crisis. they just made you a little faint.

every single night, you tucked your fragile mind into bed, losing yourself in hazy dreams branded by the thought of jungkook's touch. but, after a few weeks of contactless flirting, you let the idea of him go.

because you’d been told he had a girlfriend.

although it usually took a lot to do so, you felt the cowardly urge to give up on your infatuation. it'd been more than 2 weeks of mutual stalking but, still, no message. you guessed, he just wasn't as desperate for you as you were for him.

and you didn't like that. so you quit your daily routine of streaming his instagram and greedily watched as he kept up his own stalkish routine, consecutively failing to direct his focus back onto his girlfriend.

the same gorgeous girlfriend sitting with him on a black and cushy beanbag, radiating as she spoke to the other students around them. and that's when you realised, not having each other's undivided attention must've been a thing in their relationship.

because, his doe eyes of false innocence were only on you.

it was the first time you were seeing each other in person after namjoon’s party.

you stared back at jungkook through the wide, unglazed window in the separating wall between the kitchen and the living room. even with his supposed girlfriend of 5 months on his lap, running her fingers through his hair, his eyes were only on you. you scoffed, chuckling to yourself.

he would be fun.

leaning back on the kitchen counter of jennie’s apartment, you tilted your head to the side. intrigued, you watched as he did the same, copying your actions with a lopsided grin. now, you didn’t have the best eyesight but you weren’t so blind that you couldn’t tell that he was clearly hinting at something. something that would land you in a very taboo situation.

and you loved that.

you lifted your plastic cup to your lips and turned away from the athlete sitting at the other end of the room. you downed your drink as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. you looked around for your best friend and there she was, face deep in boobs.

as you made your way to the couch she was sprawled on, you realised the athlete had disappeared from his girlfriend’s side. curious of where he’d disappeared to, your eyes ran across the packed apartment, desperate for the sight of him.

and there it was, the something.

he was standing near the front door and his girlfriend had gone to sit with other seniors. it looked like he was exchanging goodbyes with his friends.

he was leaving— without his girlfriend.

“jennie, i think i’m going,” you mindlessly whispered, eyes stuck on the 5’10" hottie with his foot out the door and doe eyes drifting back across the crowded room. then his eyes were on yours again: a silent exchange of words.

“already…?” a drunk jennie whined, lifting her face from the deep cleavage of her girlfriend. “wait,” she mumbled, eyebrows scrunching into a sobering expression, and squinted her eyes at your side profile. “you think?”

satisfied with your decided future, you turned back to your best friend with your lips curling into a sly grin. “no, i know.”

she lazily propped herself up on her girlfriend and whined, “but how’re you gonna get home~?”

the front door slammed shut.

“i’ll find a ride.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

jungkook picked at the zip of his thin bomber coat. he was leaning against his black benz, waiting.

ever since he first laid his eyes on you in that little backless, black dress, jungkook knew you were trouble. you were a distraction; more distracting than the pending termination of his current relationship; and much more distracting than the thought of joining the national track team again. you were a parasite living in his mind.

he practically breathed you. when he woke, you were his first thought. when he felt compelled to open instagram, you were there. even when he would try to escape you in his sleep, you were there. he could barely last ten seconds sinking into the thought of you. if you let him sink into the reality of you, jungkook would cease to exist.

jungkook groaned, throwing back his head. he thought he would be fine and perfectly content with your instagram and your daily occurrence in his dreams (sexual or not), but you just had to show up at this party— held by your best friend. how was he supposed to know you guys were best friends? now he was actually waiting for the real you and he could feel himself going mad. he wasn’t sure he could keep his hands to himself and he could already feel the consequences of his future actions creeping up on him—

“who bought that for you?”

his ears twitched.

his heart lunged and his eyes found yours in an instant. but jungkook’s always had a wandering eye.

his eyes almost instantly fell to your body, trailing over your exposed cleavage in your white dress, and then dropping to the high slit on your left thigh, almost exposing your crotch. you were some type of angel for sure.

he was fucked.

jungkook was fucked the moment he met you; the moment he spent over an hour scrolling through countless instagram accounts to find yours; the moment he couldn’t dream of his own future without you showing up; and the moment he began to pray you showed up in his dreams every night before bed.

he was fucked because he feared once he had a hold on you, he would never be able to let go.

a man’s logic.

“my dad,” jungkook finally replied, pulling himself together. “he decided i needed a car— because i run 24/7. and there definitely cannot be a cheaper and better car than a mercedes benz.”

his sarcastic tone made you smile.

“that’s cute,” you smiled.

it went silent.

“do you need a ride?”

“don’t you have a girlfriend?” you rebutted with a smirk. truthfully, part of you didn’t care about his answer. you were an addict in front of a line of coke. you would get what you wanted one way or another.

“ha,” he chuckled, lowering his head in what you thought was shame. your question put jungkook on the spot. and you knew cheaters never worked well when put on the spot. but jungkook looked up with a wincing smile and corrected you, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

oh.

“we’re… complicated.”

now, jungkook wasn’t sure that choyeon would’ve given you the same answer. they weren’t together, but she acted as if they were. and he didn’t make much of an effort to correct her. so, he guessed he was still guilty. but he only felt guilty to a certain extent. he’d already chosen feeling guilty about hurting choyeon rather than missing an opportunity to get what he dreamed of.

what he fucking craved.

the sound of your heels getting closer to him kissed jungkook out of his thoughts. oh, you seduced him: the feeling of your manicured fingers gently grabbing hold of his chin and slowly lowering his clouded eyes to yours.

you whispered, “how complicated?”

jungkook held his breath for a second or two. how complicated were they? well, he knew they were complicated enough for him to forget about her in your presence and only remember her when you asked him to. however, they weren’t complicated enough for them to not be in some sort of a relationship.

but he decided it didn’t matter. when it came to you, she didn’t matter. he realised how beautiful your eyes looked under the moonlight. they glistened with the false innocence jungkook knew would ruin him. after all the nights of imagined panting, moaning and fucking and mornings of bitter reality, post-clarity and cum-stained sheets, jungkook burned for your touch.

fuck, he could almost taste you.

as if you could read his thoughts, your awaiting finger finally fell onto the his plump bottom lip, sweetly kissing the man out of his stupor. your eyes left his and fell to where your finger slowly traced across jungkook’s soft, pink receipt of kisses.

that’s when his lips parted, and he whispered, “as complicated as you want.”

at his answer, your distracted eyes flickered back up to his awaiting, hooded eyes. that’s when you, too, realised how dangerous your infatuation had gotten. just the sight of those buttered chestnut eyes and the intoxicating feel of his slow exhales on your skin forced you into a reality where you lacked even the smallest control over your own body. but, even more dangerous, was how little you cared about the way you drowned in his presence. but then again, you never did learn how to swim.

you smiled, letting your hands fall back to your sides.

“i’ll take that ride.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

the ride back to yours was almost silent, only filled with random whispers of directions coming from jungkook’s gps system. the voiced map directed him to your address and, yet, everything else pointed his eyes to you.

jungkook took a glance at you. he watched you; he watched you with your elbow propped up onto the rolled-down window, relaxed upper body peeking out into seoul’s night. he saw how you leaned further into the wind licking at your cheeks when he pressed on the gas, a hint of a smile wavering across your partially hidden face. he watched you in the silence, accepting his loud need— his loud need for you.

and he didn’t even know you. but jungkook couldn’t seem to find the rational sense to care. he knew you were a ‘stranger’ but, fuck, you’d overwhelmed his entire existence. you had damned him to the crucifying point where he actually felt the need to breathe you— to accept every single inch of you into his being— and he had no idea why. even as he glanced in your direction for the hundredth time, he couldn’t dare try to understand how you’d done this to him.

once again, as if you could read his thoughts, your head turned, lost eyes running over the lavender lights in the car. and like a key, your wandering eyes pierced his and locked his gaze onto yours.

“you’ve arrived at your destination,” the gps announced, breaking the exchanged glance. jungkook turned back to the road, and you turned back to seoul’s night.

“mm, just here,” you hummed, pointing to an empty parking spot in front of the tall apartment complex. maybe it was just human curiosity, but you found yourself mesmerised by the way he smoothly slotted the benz into the empty space.

fuck, everything he did was hot.

the sound of the engine’s hum softening into a quiet mew reminded jungkook of the anticipation clawing at his skin. it clouded his senses. but when his eyes flitted back onto you, yours were already on his.

he watched your lips part, and stilled as your next whisper left a trail of wet kisses across his mind.

“come up with me.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

“thanks,” you started, slotting your key into auburn door’s lock. turning to catch a glimpse of jungkook’s dewy eyes behind his black locks, you smiled and continued, “for the ride.”

jungkook’s lips quirked into the same lopsided grin from earlier. “you’re welcome,” he replied.

it was silent again.

with those hidden eyes still on yours, jungkook’s tongue slipped past his lips, running over his bottom lips. your gaze dropped to the pink tongue flitting across those pink, pillowy lips of his, and you sunk. those lips forced you into a familiar daydream where all that mattered was letting your tongue glide across his bottom lip until you slipped in, fucking his tongue with yours— tasting jungkook.

you needed a taste.

you glanced back up into his prolonged stare. then your hands were falling from the keys in the door, fingers smoothing across the nape of his neck and cheek, and tugging his lips down to yours. but jungkook’s hands were already cradling your hips, touch-starved fingers pressing into your sides, as his lips met yours first.

it was a gentle yet deep peck. a peck was quick: it allowed jungkook to draw back for two crucial seconds and let his clouded vision run over your expression. alluring eyes looked up into his gaze and jungkook could finally see it: your mutual desperation, the hunger, and the torture. it was all he needed to see before his finger was tilting your chin up once more, and his lips were taking you in.

from brushing his tongue past yours to savouring the taste of alcohol on your tongue, jungkook sunk into the taste of you. but he didn’t know if he could go any longer without sinking into you. his hand left your waist cold, fingers fumbling with the keys in the door and failing miserably. “no,” you rushed, lips barely leaving his. “turn them to the right.”

after hearing the click of your stubborn door unlocking, you were all over each other again. you stumbled into your apartment, hand quickly muddling with the light switch, with jungkook hurrying after you, tossing your keys and his suffocating jacket aside.

his daring fingers smoothed over your ass, kneading the soft, clothed skin, before lifting you to his hips. a deep hum of approval rumbled against your lips as your legs wrapped around him. but, in this position, your little dress had ridden up, exposing a white thong snug to your weeping slit. and who on earth would jungkook be if he didn’t cop a feel?

lifting you up once more to adjust his arm, the tips of jungkook’s fingers slipped under the white lace, fingers grazing across your supple ass. feeling his fingers inch closer to your needy cunt, your breath hitched and the dull stir in your core began to hum, itching for more than a simple touch.

and, as if he could read your mind, your breath was forced from you, head falling onto the lush cushions on your sofa. wafts of mint invading your senses, your hazy eyes took in how beautiful jungkook looked above you— like it was where he was meant to be. and he realised the same, the apartment’s warm and amber lights cascading through his locks and clouding the irises of your tempting eyes.

in that still second, both you and jungkook came to a silent agreement. your dreams couldn’t compare to reality.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

you blinked. you knew you were beautiful— of course— but hearing the phrase trickle out of jungkook’s pretty mouth felt…different. your eyes followed his as his gaze fluttered across your face, brows furrowing as if he were in awe.

“kiss me,” you begged, and he obeyed.

greedy, jungkook’s kisses were everywhere— on your swollen lips, before tumbling down your jaw to the middle of your neck, littering a trail of bruising hickeys. and you couldn’t do anything but moan, whimper, and sink into his sweet touch.

“oh, fuck,” you whined, head tilting back into the plush sofa. your fingers pushed through the thick rift of hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it. but you never would’ve expected such a pathetic moan to leave his throat, rumbling into the sweet spot right above your collarbone. you paused. his moan echoed in your mind— a repeating succulent sound. so, you tugged a little harder, relishing in how he muffled a guttural whimper into the base of your neck, “mmf, fuck”. but then his hips began to move against yours, revengeful, and you realised how fucked you were— and would be.

jungkook had a bulge that made you wonder; wonder how he crammed that shit into his boxers; wonder how he lived a seemingly normal life with it; and wonder how he would struggle to cram that cock into your sopping mess of a cunt. so, as he ground down against your erect clit, your hips bucked up into his fucking, eager to measure the sheer size of the hidden dick. “oh, please,” you whined, thoughts stained by the way he licked a hot stripe across your ear’s helix, boner perfectly smushing down against your clit.

bruising lips barely touching yours, half-lidded eyes cruelly watched as you rode up into his clothed cock and stuttered moans so pathetic your cheeks burned, glazed eyes brimming with tears. he was already fucking you so good, and he hadn’t even touched your bare pussy yet.

oh, jungkook ruined you. with a hand trailing down your heated sides, he sent your body into a rabid heat, his touch only licking the wet flame ruining your ability to think. and when his hand finally cupped your leaking cunt, thumb circling over your pulsing clit, you were already begging pitiful whimpers. “please, please, please—”

“___?”

your bodies stilled.

a voice that was not yours or jungkook’s echoed throughout the apartment, piercing the thick haze that’d swallowed your minds whole. you blinked, stare slowly lowering to jungkook’s stunned stare that was already on you. his doe eyes wrinkled into a smile as his lips pursed into an awkward grin. the cringe was evident on his face; he was a grown adult getting caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.

jungkook’s head slowly raised and turned, peeking over the sofa to see your intruder and his cockblock. then he froze. still hidden from the eyes of your cockblock, you eyed his expression, confused on why remained still, eyes wide, lips pursed and ears burning red.

who was it?

begrudgingly, you shuffled out of jungkook’s caging arms, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looked over the sofa, ready to kick out your cockblocking neighbour. but who you saw wasn’t an unfortunate neighbour you could just dismiss. in fact, the person you saw made you the unfortunate neighbour because there your best friend stood, mouth agape and only a foot into the apartment.

“oh, fuck. well, um. oh wow,” jennie blubbered, feet awkwardly wobbling over the door’s threshold. now, drunk jennie didn’t have the best memory but she could’ve sworn she’d warned you about jungkook’s relationship status. so, as you watched the cogs turn in her head, her brows furrow and her eyes squint, darting between the both of you, all you could do was blink and smile.

“…what the fuck?”

gg: ‘slowburn?’ - fini

[dakotatheonion]

Have a baby with me, please

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, PinV, slight sub/dom if you squint really really hard, degrading, praising, breeding kink, no use of protection, no birth control or anything mentioned, established relationship MDNI 18+ english is not my first language

That brown shaggy hair, buried between your legs. You could feel it under your touch as you grabbed tightly onto it, getting a moan from the man that was laying there, lapping at your cunt.

By now you had cum two times already, only because of his tongue that didn't give you a single break for an hour now. You started to feel the sting of overstimulation so you pushed him away. A needy whine fell from his lips as he sat up and looked at you. His face smeared in your arousal, his pupils blown so much that his eyes looked black.

"Why?" He whined out his needy cock straining against his briefs. Your eyes raked over his body, seeing his own exitment straining.

Your eyes raked up over his flushed chest again as you caught your breath. A small smirk forming on your lips as you softy rumbled out your answer. "You ate two meals, why can't I get filled now?"

It was a low hum as his breath hitched. "Filled" he repeated lowly and leaned over you. Eyes blown wide, pupils dilated. One word and spencer will completley loose control. Your eyes trained on his as you slowly took his hand and pulled him over you. His face close to yours.

"Baby" you hummed out and emidietly his lips crashed to yours. Heavy was the taste of you on his lips, your arousal now coating both his and your chin.

Spencer scrambled to get out of his briefs. His cock bopping in the air as he finally freed himself. A soft low grumbling sigh left his lips at the feeling. Your legs spread further as he pressed against you, letting his dick slip through your folds. You both moaned out at the feeling. Spencer furrowed his brows in concentration and pleasure, his mouth slightly agap.

Then he pulled back his hips and grabbed the base of his cock to guide inside your wet dripping cunt. Slowly he inched in, feeling lightheaded from the warmth around him. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you gasped out. He wasn't bigger then average or more girthy, but he fit so perfectly into you that it was impossible for another man to ever win you over.

When he bottomed out he buried his head in your neck. He softly nipped the skin, kisser over it and left kitten licks to calm you down a little. Then he pulled his hips back and thrust them forward again, getting answered with a moan from your lips. A low rumbly whine fell from his lips. The way you where squeezing him was almost enough to tip him over right then.

Spencer held on tho, grabbing the sheets hard, his knuckles turning white. The snapping of his hips into yours got faster, stronger and sloppier as he was beamed out in pure blis. With every moan that left your lips he whined for more as if he needed it to stay afloat.

"I wanna baby you... I want a baby with you" he babbled and snapped his hips a little faster. "Wanna make you a mom... mom-my... a mommy" his voice broke slightly as he buried his head into your shoulder while his hips didn't stop.

Gasps left your lips as you heard his words and slowly they registered in your brain. The words enlightened a fuzzy warm feeling, a feeling that spread down to your core and clenched around his cock.

"F-fuck spencer!" You gasped out. "Yes plea-.. please" the pleading fell from your lips while he pounded every negative thought of it out of your head.

He quickened up once more when he heard your response and whined louder, letting his lips crush down to yours. "Gonna get you pregnant... gonna give you a baby..." he scrambled out in a high pitch. He was close. As close as you.

"Baby... Baby... I-" he bit down on your bottom lip and snapped his hips forward, coating your walls in white. His high made yours explode too, he fucked you through it, the starts dancing infront of your eyes as you screamed out his name in bliss.

He slowly stilled inside of you, laying flat on you as you both tried to catch your breaths. The sound of hard puffs of breath and soft gasps filled the air. Gently your arms snaked around him and tightly held him close, kissing his head, and caressing through his hair.

"You wanna be a daddy...? Let me make you a daddy" you whispered lowly to him, making him shudder in response with a soft wince of contentment.

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So, first time on tumblr posting with this one! Tell me what you think! Reblogging is wished!

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@incognit0slut

You are one of my idols on this app! Your writing style is amazing and your opinion would matter so much to me! If it is not to much for you please concider reading this and giving me a feetback!

[echobx]

bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom rafe bottom-

summary: reader is overstimulating Rafe, basically porn without plot

warnings: handjob, oral (male receiving), praise kink, p in v (unprotected)

word count: 873

author's note: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this 😭😭😭 I just woke up and got the urge for it idk. I hope you like it tho.

“You're being so good to me,” you coo and bat your lashes at the boy underneath you. You'd’ve never imagined that, of all people, Rafe would be a bottom, but the way he is babbling incoherently is making your arousal puddle in your tiny panties. “Can't do no more- oh god-” he pants as you keep on jerking him off and approaching his third orgasm that night. “You can give me one more, baby,” you pout before leaning down to kiss his pink tip, tasting the cum from his previous releases. Your tongue remains there, licking and slightly pressing against his slit until you hear his head fall back into the pillows and long white spurts of his cum land on your face, but mostly inside your mouth. Rafe is panting and even if you wanted to give in, you promised him to not do it. You promised to only stop once he's done to your liking, or if he utters the safe word, but you know he won't do that because he always has the need to prove himself to you. “No more, please,” he begs, and you smile up at him, your hand is still wrapped around his length, softly squeezing and slowly pumping. You give him a sweet and innocent smile, “but, baby, you said, until your balls are empty.” You cup his balls with your free hand, rolling them in your fingers and squeezing just enough to hear him whimper. “These don't feel empty to me, yet.” “Just one, please,” Rafe babbles and you purse your lips. “We'll see about that.” There's a spark in your eyes, one that he doesn't miss, and it nearly makes him cum again. He's completely overstimulated and tired, and sore, which he had never imagined possible.

And when your head dives down to lick a stride up his massive cock, he can't help but moan. He's fully at your mercy, and you love every single second of it. Teasing his tip with your tongue, sucking on it as if it was a popsicle before taking him fully. Letting him hit the back of your throat a few times, making him curse and whine with it.“Y/n, I'm gonna- please,” Rafe is almost pleading, but he would be dumb to say the one word that would make you stop. Especially when you start to take him even deeper, deep throating him until your nose presses against his pelvis. This is what he trained you for, and it's the best gift you could've given him. You slither your tongue along the base of his cock as you bop your head, and you can't stop your hips from grinding on his leg, desperately seeking your own release. It doesn't take much longer for Rafe to cum, his dick twitching inside your mouth and your eyes fixed on him. His face contorts with pleasure, his abs flex and his legs tremble beneath you as he fills your throat with his hot seed. But you don't even think about stopping. Swallowing hard around him, you keep on sucking him off, taking every last drop of his cum from him before letting your teeth lightly graze over him as you pull him out of you.

“Look at you, all fucked out,” you tease him and softly slap his dick against your cheek. “Can't- please, baby,” he mumbles, but you know he can, and you know he will. “Promise, just one more,” you say and sit up. “I feel so very empty, baby,” you coo, and he mewls a little but nods. You get up and free yourself of the tiny piece of fabric that had stopped you from fucking him before.

A loud moan escapes the both of you when you sink down on his semi. You love having Rafe under you, to be able to control him completely. But you love it even more to feel him get hard inside you, the way his dick twitches and the low whimpers that fall from his pretty lips. “You're such a good boy, Rafe,” you praise him as you start rolling your hips, feeling the stretch his cock gives you, makes you see stars every single time, but you continue nevertheless. “Love you so much, baby,” he muses, and you lift yourself up, slowly and deliciously, before ramming down. You know he can't keep it together for long when you do this, but that was the goal. “Fuck- keep going- love you,” he babbles as you bounce on him and just minutes later he spills into you, groaning as he finishes, and you lose yourself in it. Clenching around him and screaming his name as you come undone and fall to his chest. “Do I have to say it?” Rafe asks through heavy pants, his hand stroking over your back. “Five is a good score,” you giggle breathlessly. “Next time, it's your turn,” Rafe sighs, and you can feel him drift off into sleep, while his dick is still buried deep inside you.

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[folkloresthings]

❛ HEAVEN KNOWS ❜ ❨ lando norris x singer!reader ❩

📻 track three: you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man)

in which the they were the perfect couple, until they weren’t. or in which we take a look back into what made heaven itself fall apart.

… OCTOBER 2023

INSTAGRAM. october second.

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yourusername time for another track! 🤡 i first started writing you're just a boy (and i'm kinda the man) after listening non-stop to taylor swift and shania twain and i decided what i really needed was to take those feelings and make a female power song of my own. so i wrote one! it helped me to remember that losing the love of a man does not make you any less of a person, and i hope it can do the same for others. oh, and it's also a bop.

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taylorswift you're kinda making me feel like... i'm the man 💪👸

user i fear this will tear lando's ego to shreds

⤷ user it doesn't feel fair on him, like he doesn't get to tell his side of the story

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user CLOWN LANDO ERA

REWIND... OCTOBER 2022

"guess what, guess what!"

lando was mid-game when you rushed into the living room, glancing up from the television when you bound into view. he slips back one side of his headphones, eyes following suit a few moments later once the screen is paused.

“what?”

“guess!”

lando sighs, but a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “lewis finally retired?”

“no, silly.” scoffing, you slap at his arm and plonk down next to him on the couch. “management just called — i’ve been asked if i want to do a world stadium tour. the bowl, wembley, madison square garden!”

lando’s mouth fell open in slight shock, your excitement obviously contagious as his eyes light up. in a split second he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.

“holy shit, babe,” he murmurs, squeezing your waist.

“i know,” you squeal quietly, muffled against his shoulder. “they just need to set up the next album release and then announce the dates.”

behind your embrace, the cogs of lando’s head start to turn and calculate the information. sitting back, he looks at you with confusion set in his brow.

“when would that be?” he asks, head tilted.

you shrug, not noticing his growing resentment of the news. “depends. they want the album done for late summer, so that means an autumn release. so probably in the new year.”

“the second half of the season?”

lando’s cold tone makes you smile, almost uncomfortably, waiting for his former excitement to return. uneasily, you nod.

“well, yeah, but—”

“i thought you said you were going to come to all the races, since you’ve only been to monaco and silverstone this season?” he cuts you off. you catch the frustration in his eyes like a hawk, shifting off of his lap before it bubbles over. “you’re not going to be able to do that if you’re on tour.”

“that’s not true,” you try and reason, hopeful that your calm tone might balance his. “there’s texas and vegas. besides, i don’t even know what dates i’ll have shows yet, i could fly in for race days.”

lando shakes his head, pushing himself from the couch cushions and onto his feet. “that’s not the point. you promised you’d be there for me this season. i actually have a chance for once, and you don’t even care.”

the dismissive tone that spits off his tongue makes you flinch, a heavy frown falling around your cheeks. “what am i supposed to do? turn down my biggest tour yet to come watch you race every single week?”

“yes!” lando exclaims, turning sharply. “that’s what good girlfriends do — look at kika and lily!”

anger pricks at your eyes and throat, swallowing hard to keep it at bay. “you haven’t been to one of my shows in months. you don’t even have time to listen to demos when i ask you to. there are two of us in this relationship, lando. it isn’t always about you.”

you see his defence ready behind his lips but you’re quicker, ready before he can speak.

“i went to every single race last season,” you tell him. your tone is calm, steady — making the words even more intense. “every one. i have been your biggest fan since day one. so don’t ever, ever, say i’m being selfish.”

lost for words, lando stares at you. only because he knows it’s true does he halt his argument there, turning and storming into the bedroom to preserve some dignity. you stare at the slamming door and wonder how he can watch on so easily as you slip through his fingers, and not want to do anything at all?

INSTAGRAM. november twenty—fourth.

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user poor lando

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"oh, shit."

the fight that dreaded evening had hung over both you and lando for weeks, both of you much too stubborn to admit to any wrongdoing or, god forbid, apologise. but you carried on. if anything it was worse than not speaking. it was like nothing had happened, as if the conversation never even happened, as long as neither one of you mentioned it. still, there was a tension holding you at arms length from each other.

so to not bring up the same argument again, you followed lando to the next few races. come vegas, you had given yourself so much time to think about things and the way lando had handled it all that your mind was screaming at you to leave. to book a flight home, pack up your stuff and go. because how much more of this could you take? you weren't the trophy girlfriend, the wag whose only job was to look pretty beside her accomplished boyfriend.

you would do it after vegas, you decided. there was a few days off; time for you to talk to lando and explain your feelings, before walking out with your head held high just in time for the next race. then, the worst happened.

chatting idly to lily, the race only just beginning, you almost missed it. for a moment, you thought it was oscar spinning out. the bright orange sparks masked which number was painted onto the car, spinning drastically until the nose of the vehicle slammed into the barriers. lily grasped your arm, her sympathetic eyes making you look twice. number four, lando.

in a daze, you followed the one of the marshalls through the busy paddock until you reached the ambulance area. he had already been loaded in, paramedics and mclaren employees surrounding him. there wasn't enough room, they needed to go now.

"hop in, i'll drive you," charlotte's gentle voice appeared beside you, guiding you into the car as the ambulance hurried off. "they said he's probably fine, they just want to do the usual checks."

you nod, trusting her. you could always trust charlotte, right?

after what felt like hours, you arrived to the hospital and didn't think twice about elbowing every single person out of your way until you reached lando's room. he was laid still on the bed, eyes watching the small television in the corner. his leg was strapped up, an iv stuck into his arm, various bruises littering his skin and face. he looked up when he heard you, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

"it looks worse than it is," he assured you, noticing the panic in your eyes straight away. you breathe out some of the relief, the rest coming in a sudden pool of tears. "hey - hey, c'mere."

lando outstretches the arm that doesn't hurt like a bitch, ushering you to his side. you don't hesitate, lip wobbling as you hurry over and perch yourself on the side of the bed. tucked into his shoulder, you nuzzle as closely as you can without hurting him.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," you mumble, and you both know just what you're apologising for. what was a stupid fight worth when chalked up to all of this?

"me too," lando replies quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

sitting back, you look over his face. a small scratch from the helmet, just above his cheekbone. his eyes are drooping, tired from the impact and the drugs. you sniffle and smile sadly, thumb brushing over the wound.

"i'm going to move the tour," you tell him, and note that he doesn't protest. "if i'm on the other side of the world and something happens, i—”

lando shakes his head, cutting you off with a kiss. "nothing's going to happen. i'm still in one piece, aren't i?"

you hesitate, then nod, letting him shift over so you can lay next to him. resting your head on his chest, both of you quietly watching the rest of the race, you feel your head spin. maybe he had been losing you, but could you survive losing him?

writers note: we're back baby. lando count yr days my man

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 12

Lena's entire body seems to buzz as they hover in the wings offstage, waiting for the cue to proceed. She bounces on the balls of her feet, fingers twisting together with uncharacteristic nerves, completely unlike the staid presence she'd run into under the National City arena.

"You okay?" she asks hesitantly.

"I've never shared new music live before," Lena confesses. "What if they hate it?"

"Nah," Kara dismisses. She smiles. "They'll love it, cuz its you."

If nothing else, the novelty-- the privilege-- of witnessing a live performance of a never-before-heard song would ease any negativity the song itself might earn down the line. Even Kara herself hasn't had a chance to hear it.

The nearest stagehand motions one minute to go. Finally, Lena stills, taking a moment to breathe deep.

"You've got this," Kara promises, before stepping away.

The lights dim, then go out entirely as the pre-show music quiets. In its place lifts a deafening roar from the crowd. Its so dark Kara doesn't see Lena move into position. One minute she's there, and the next an overhead spotlight snaps on to illuminate Lena centerstage, arm stretched high.

She waits for the din to just start to fall away, and then she's off without a single shred of her anxiety from just moments before. Her movements are strong and confident as she strides across the stage, playing to the crowd in just the right way to get them pumped and engaged for the next two hours.

Her first song is the same from the National City show, as is the second, and third. Kara doubts anything has changed, no doubt so rehearsed Lena could do it all in her sleep, singing included. But watching it again feels an all new experience.

It steals her breath away, and she only comes back to herself when Lena slows, reaching for a mic stand. This is it.

"I know you guys came here prepared to sing along with every word," Lena begins, even her speaking voice rich like velvet. "Which I'm sure you can sing better than I can at this point."

She earns a raucous burst of laughter, and prompts a giggle from Lena.

"But I'm afraid this next one is going to be all me... cuz I've a little something new for you tonight."

Kara thinks she might have lost her hearing, ears ringing in the answering explosion of cheers. Lena patiently waits for the opening to continue, grinning all the way.

"It's pretty self-explanatory once you hear it, but here's the thing: you know that ex who keeps reaching out? Believe it or not, I have one."

Another round of laughter, and a little bit of hollering.

"I thought I blocked him on everything, but I must have missed something, because guess what I got?" Lena pauses for comedic effect. "A cashapp payment for three dollars and thirty three cents."

Laughter fills the arena, and Lena joins with a delighted giggle. "The note of course asked me to call him, but... I don't know. What do you think?"

Cries of No! and Don't do it! echoed from various areas of the audience, and Lena nods.

"I think we're on the same page then. Three dollars and thirty three cents doesn't earn you a phone call..." Lena leans in close to the microphone. "But it might just earn you a song."

The audience laps it up, eliciting even more whooping cheers. Lena nods, half to herself, and half to the audience.

"Let's hit it!"

As soon as the music starts, Lena shifts effortlessly back into performance mode. Kara listens, bopping along to the bouncing beat and playful lyrics. Playful but scathing, it turns out, listing off all the reasons this mysterious ex will never see her again.

From her spot in the wings, Kara sees the crowd dancing, not singing but cheering and spinning and bouncing and absorbing it all with reckless abandon. She registers Lillian's approach beside her, but doesn't so much as glance at her. Whatever Lillian thought about Lena's plan, it was working. Tomorrow, all the world would care about is getting their ears on this new song-- and they would love it.

"You have no idea the bullet she just dodged for you."

Kara does look over at that. Her brow furrows sharply, and Lillian smirks as she watches her daughter perform.

"This time tomorrow, the world is going to be so busy sleuthing out which of her ex's this song is about, they won't even remember your name."

Onstage, Lena finishes her song with a boisterous laugh, letting the fresh cheers roll over her. Lillian turns to Kara, leaning in close.

"So when you ultimately decide this fantasy isn't for you, remember that a twenty four year old is the reason you'll still have a real life to go back to."

[voulezloux]

There are many things Harry would rather be doing than this. He’d rather be in a room of all his exes and be told how shit he was to each and every one of them in excruciating detail. He'd rather be forced to listen to Kidz Bop on repeat until he curses the day he ever met Mitch Rowland as he descends into hell while kids sing Late Night Talking in the background. Hell, Harry would even rather get every single of his teeth pulled, without any numbing or anesthesia, to get horrible veneers in their place, the kind that you can tell with one glance that they’re fake. Getting makeup done for a tell-all interview with his ex-bandmate and ex… whatever isn’t something he was gunning to do when he woke up that Wednesday morning.

things could be worse. harry doesn’t know what could be worse than being forced to do a tell-all interview with his ex friends with benefits that he still harbors feelings for, the only person he could ever see a future with, the person who truly hates him so much, he can’t help but hate him right back. but surely, worse things have happened at sea, right?

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[leahsgf]

BOUQUETS – leah williamson

in which leah, famous hater of tiktok joins in on a trend, for you.

one thing about your girlfriend that not many people knew - is that she is secretly an absolute dork, through and through. her signature frown and grumpy expression when she focused, meant that not only was she endlessly teased by you for it, and jokingly reminded that if the wind blew she’d be stuck like that - but also that she gained a reputation for being very serious, and rarely showing her emotions, particularly on the pitch.

you however, and anyone who had the pleasure of getting to see her behind closed doors, and truly knowing her - knew that that was the furthest thing from the truth.

which, is what led you to now.

you’d been sprawled almost flat on top of her in bed for what had felt like hours on end, your favourite place to be on the rare occasion that you both had a day off, when an unusual silence settled between the two of you.

unusual, in the sense that these private moments between the pair of you were usually filled by leah’s rambles about anything and everything, a narration of every single thought that had remained unspoken over the time she wasn’t with you.

“what are you doing?” you protested, breaking the silence and grumbling into the crook of your neck, not even a millisecond after her fingers stopped trailing through your hair.

“nothing, grouchy! just trying to figure out this stupid thing. bloody tiktok i swear! i don’t know how you and the girls love it so much, makes no sense!” she waved her phone in the air, eyebrows furrowing and that frown deepening - but her fingers instantly resuming their actions in your hair, causing you to slump once more.

“wait babe why are you on tiktok! you hate tiktok!” the realisation hit you rather slowly due to your state, your mind flashing back to the what must be hundreds of times that you begged her to do a cute video with you - only to be met with a rant about how much she despised the app.

“oi! mind your business. you’ll see! just need some patience my girl!” she chuckled, bopping you on the nose as she tilted her screen just out of your eyes’ reach.

to say you were confused was a major understatement. you knew you could’ve seen her screen if you really wanted to, your position on top of her giving you a rare power.

one that you knew not to test, however. so, you let yourself shrug off her strange behaviour and settle back into her, being pulled in by the addictiveness that was her skin, and her scent.

“there! done!” she pushed her phone into your face, so suddenly it almost made you jump.

and what faced you, confused you almost as much as when it was hidden from you.

it was her lockscreen. a new one, replacing the picture of the two of you.

a bouquet of flowers.

they were cute, undeniably. dainty little illustrated cartoon flowers, in a variety of colours and styles, put together in a bouquet - in the middle of a plain background.

but not enough to match the shit eating, proud yet almost shy grin that was spread across her lips.

“it’s….cute? lee i don’t get why you’re showing me this though?” your frown mirrored her previous one, confusion visible all over your face that made her giggle, and prod at your flushing cheek.

“look silly girl, it’s some trend on tiktok that beth showed me. there’s a flower for each letter of the alphabet, and people have been putting them together and spelling out their partner’s names to make a little bouquet and i thought it was cute, okay!” she said, almost sheepishly - looking away from you as you sat up, grinning.

“you’re so cute oh my god.” you peppered kisses all over her face, ignoring her protests.

“the team cannot hear about this. kay? i’m their captain, i have a reputation to uphold!” she met your lips in a kiss, almost immediately proving her own point wrong.

“i think everyone knows how much of a dork you are baby i’m afraid, we’re way past that point!”

[gremlingottoosilly]

First of all I love your monster!König and the way you write him

second of all, does the cow!reader have horns? And if she does, what would happen if she accidentally pokes König with them?

thank you for your time

Cow reader has small horns! The only thing from your monster lineage that can actually deal some damage...unless Konig forces you to wear stupid little caps over them, as ugly as they can possibly look. You accidentally poked him one time during a hug, and how he wants to chirp down your horns as a whole!! Horrible man!! I can imagine Konig treating your horns as an accessory than a really important part of your body - he takes your head by the horns when he forces his dick into your mouth, he makes you gag on his cock with little bops up and down, his hands just piloting you by your horns...it's honestly embarrassing and you want to hate every single second of it...but you don't, somehow. When he is in a good mood, he gets you little things to wear on your horns - rings and bows, something cute and adorable for his pretty pet. He doesn't see the point in vanity, as he tells you constantly, but he likes to make you look and feel god - and he isn't scared to show you off as his pretty pet. Cows are somewhat rare monster breeds simply because their docile and kind-hearted nature means that they can barely survive in a cruel world where only the strongest have rights - it's not unusual for a strong monster leader to have a cow pet on his own, but Konig especially likes to point out how exceptionally useless you are. You moo sadly when he pats your horns again, threatening to tear them off if you became a bad cow again - even though he tries to act nicer to you since your sadness would make the milk sour. and oh, does he like to drink your milk.

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fushiguro toji x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! toxic relationship. power imbalance. dubcon (changes your mind abt cumming inside last minute). petnames pretty, princess, and my girl used. toji calls himself daddy once. unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Toji comes home late but he does this more often than not. You used to wait up for him but now you know better. You think, one of these days you’ll cut ties with the leech but you haven’t kicked all feelings for the man to the curb just yet. Maybe once you do that, you can do the same for his sorry ass.

Toji knows you feel this way. He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. He figures things will keep blowing over so long as he has you under his thumb and if worse comes to worst, a little companionship is nothing some money can’t solve.

His footsteps rouse you from your slumber and you stretch like a cat waking up from a daydream, only to curl back up even though you know you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. Not when Toji comes home.

He isn’t light on his feet, boots clattering on the ground when he’s tossed them aside. He walks into your bedroom knowing you’re awake, despite shrouding yourself in shadows and blankets. He knows your routine (our routine he’s purred in your ears before) and figures you won’t mind if he rips the bedsheets right off of you and starts his own nighttime ritual.

“Toji…” Your grumbles laced with sleep and annoyance, you bop him with a pillow. “Jus’ go to bed.” You blindly try to reach for your blankets only to gasp in surprise when Toji’s big, big hand grips your wrist and pins it to the mattress. “At least say hello.” You grunt, nose pressed to your pillow.

He snickers and you don’t have to see it to know he has that stupid smirk donned on. 

“Don’t be cranky, princess. Besides…” His free hand wrinkles the bottom hemline of your sleep shirt, ripping it up to your collarbone and whistling at the sight: no panties and no bra just how he likes it, “You were waitin’ for me.” 

He’s not wrong.

Because as much as you loathe the man, he’s still an addiction you haven’t weaned yourself off of yet. 

You’re quiet. You’re still. You’re his.

“Turn the light on, pretty. Need to see your face when I cum inside that pussy. Still all for me?” 

Oh. It’s all so clear now. Why you keep letting him back in, why you let his hands defile you, why you let him sweet talk you over and over again…

Because he’s fucking good at it.

The moment you turn the light on, it’s over. There is no protesting. There are no spat words or deliberate curses. He makes sure of that, climbing over your body in an instant and you make ample space for him by spreading your legs in silent acceptance. You let him kiss you, let his tongue invade your mouth while his gruff hands toy with your breasts. He’s rough, more so than usual– bad night, you guess. But you love it, you tell him as much when you whine, moans starting in your mouth and ending in his. He takes it all, takes every lick of affection you can give him because if Toji is anything, it’s greedy.

His hands travel south, hooking onto your hips and dragging you close. In a single movement, your bare cunt is flush against his clothed pelvis and you whimper at the sharp, sudden friction and the unfairness of it all. “In a bit,” He grumbles over your spit-glossed lips, as if he can read your mind, “Wanna taste those gorgeous tits of yours first.” 

His back curves somewhat awkwardly, he’s much too big for this, much too big for you, but he latches onto your nipple, licking and nipping as he pleases while the other hand busies itself with pinching and tugging. You like it. You almost wish you didn’t. Your toes curl and you buck, whining over how it’s bunched up fabric running through your glistening folds instead of his naked cock. “Toji– please,” You choke, hands lost in his hair and pulling just as hard, “At least let me feel.”

His lips leave your pebbled nipple with a pop and a laugh, “Feel what? Thought you wanted to sleep.” He’s back at it though, swirling his tongue around your other perky bud with plenty of saliva and spit to leave your skin glittering. “Change your mind all of a sudden?” 

You know he’s teasing you, wants to get a rise out of you because Toji just loves a brat to tame. 

So you give him what he wants, hands desperately clamoring for his waist only to land shy of touching his body because of the position you’re in. He snorts, hot air billowing over your breast and the contrast from the exhale to spit makes your spine arch. “You can do better than that.” He’s vile when he speaks, now in the mood to irritate you to hell and back just so he can pound the brat out of you. He continues his ministrations on your tits, though one hand decides to travel south and cup your mound. You drench his fingers in no time at all, your hole all but ready for him as he plunges not one, but two fingers right off the bat inside you. Pumping until you cry:

“P-Please – haah – just fuck me already.”

He gives your nipple one last tug, right between his teeth to feel you strain and cry for him and when you do, he smiles right over your sensitive little button. “Alright.” You think he’ll make a move just then but instead, your cheeks are squished, caged by his dirtied thumb and other four fingers so your lips plump up into a pitiful pout. “Then you’re gonna ask nicely.” You smell yourself in his fingers.

Your eyes meet his and they are pitch black. It makes your lungs still, your eyes red hot with tears, but your cunt wet. “P-Please, please, please,” You manage with your cheeks already growing sore from his grip, “P-Please fuck me, Toji– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!” 

“That’s my girl. Now get on your stomach for Daddy.”

You do as you’re told, a little too fast for your own liking; it shows your desperation, a card you try to hold close to your chest but Toji can always call your bluff. You’re starting to think you’re not good at all at pretending.

You hear him start to disrobe, know he’s back when the expanse of his hands are spreading the globes of your ass. He’s caging you in with his knees docked outside of yours, sees your cunt all wet and shiny and that’s enough for him. He can admire your– no, his pussy another time. 

“Lift your hips.” He instructs and when you do, you’re teased by the fat head of his cock at your entrance, making your heart race and your stomach flip. He leans in and the stretch– it’s always there at first, searing and tingling, no matter how many times he’s plunged himself inside you down to the base. You squeal face first into your pillow, shoulders tensing as you feel his overwhelming girth prod and poke.

And then… He’s in.

“Fuck, princess– feel so good.” A baritone groan comes rumbling from his throat.

And you feel so full, up to your chest and you can’t breathe. You shudder under his weight, under his own groaning as your tight walls hug his aching member. He lowers himself further and knowing that you’re only going to squirm more, nips that shit right in the bud by grabbing at the fullness of your ass and mounting you with little care about how you feel about it. 

All you can do is follow along, you aren’t given much of a choice and there’s no moving for you, not in this position and not with the way he’s holding you. He’s physically using you as leverage, digging nails into your bottom as he humps into you so hard and so fast, his fat and full balls are smacking into you and filling the room with loud pap-pap-paps. 

Your hands mimic his, only you’re gripping fistfuls of your cast aside comforter as Toji mercilessly rocks you into your own bed. The bedframe thuds against the wall and your neighbors are certain to complain but that’s okay. Toji’s not going to be around for that.

He’s slamming into you, you can feel the ridge of his cock inside you grinding along the mattress as you take, take, take all that he’s giving you. You let your senses dull, allowing yourself to only feel the pain, the pleasure of Toji’s fat cock mercilessly fucking you and your cunt to submission.

“S-Shit, squeezin’ me so much I might just cum inside.” He taunts and you whine, your pleads for him not to disappearing into your pillowcase but make no mistake. He hears you.

He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

The force of his full length inside you makes your head dizzy and your vision blurry. His cock throbs inside you, against your walls and when the tip hits you just right, you mewl and cry for him, “Okay, okay, y-yes– cum inside, cum inside please, Toji!”

Just like he wanted.

“Alright, but remember,” His mouth is at your ear now, teeth coming out to play when he bites at your earlobe before murmuring, “You asked for it.”

You nod into the pillow, babbling for Toji until you’re drooling, aching for a kiss that will never come because Toji loses himself inside you just then, pounding into you so hard and fast just to see the plump of your ass ripple and clap for him. His cock fully sheathed in your heat, it’s easy for him to spill every drop of cum inside you– allllll the way to your cervix. 

He continues to thrust, as if to make sure every dribble of his load sticks, until he’s soft. Until he’s done.

He leaves you and you stop paying attention to his footsteps because when you get up from the bed, all you can fixate on are the wet patches left all over your linens. Splotches of tears left on your pillowcase. Blobs of cum already leaving a cloudy stain on your sheets. 

“Hey,” Toji calls from the doorway, wrangling you away from any decisions that would have come from the post-coitus clarity, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

You know this is what he does. You know he’s not going to change.

But you take his hand anyway.