#but he continues and continues and continues trying

[makismei]

thinking about toji with a sensitive girl who runs away before she cums, saying it’s too much and she can’t take it! cw: hints of sadism & machoism, unintentional edging, squirting, he’s pretty sweet ^.^

“baby, c’mon, you’re making this harder for yourself.” he chides, dragging your twitchy hips back. your thighs stay shut and he sends you a pointed glare, “what’s this?”

“toji,” you sniffle, “s’ too much, i can’t do it.”

with your teary eyes and quivering legs, toji can’t help but be mean. you’re so cute. it might be the death of him.

“want to use your special little word?” he asks lowly, already knowing your answer.

you shrink in on yourself, “n-no…”

he hums, a sick grin tugging on his lips. “i’m gonna need something more convincing than that, baby.”

you pout. he’s teasing you. he likes to see you like this.

shyly, you open your thighs, revealing your soaked cunt to him. his eyes lock in on your needy hole, twitching and drooling all over the bedsheets. “please, toji, make me cum..”

“aw, how sweet. saying please too, how can i say no?” he mutters, thick hand caressing your thigh, trailing closer to where you need him.

“you’re not gonna run this time, right?” he pats your pussy, entertained by the way you tense and how you force your legs to stay open.

“m’ not!” he knows you’re lying. but it’s fine, he likes testing how far you can go.

he thumbs your clit, watching you intently. you’re staring down at his hand, anticipating his next move. slowly, he pushes two fingers inside, groaning to himself when you squeeze down on his digits, “what a slutty cunt,” he grouses, “see doll, she’s begging to cum, but you’re not letting her.”

toji prods around, still thumbing your clit and you think you’re going to cry.

“hold your legs back,” he doesn’t even bother looking at you, “your legs are trying to close on me.”

you know what’s gonna happen if you hold your legs back. but also, what happens if you don’t. you shake your head, defiant. “i don’t wanna…”

the man hums, amused. “you’re gonna be like that?” you nod, testing him.

“hmm, i think m’ done being nice to you.” your pupils morphing into hearts at his words, barely even realizing that he’s putting a hand on your thigh, pushing it down to make room for him. he locks your other leg underneath him.

his fingers know exactly where to poke, thumb still on your clit. he’s so precise, aiming for that one spot again and again.

naturally, because he’s already tried to make you cum a few times, it doesn’t take long for you to know you’re gonna cum.

“don’t.” he scolds, already knowing what you’re up to, “don’t hold it, cum.”

it’s overwhelming, you’re not sure if you’re holding it intentionally, but you like it when he forces you to cum anyway. “i c-can’t, toji, toji no!”

you’re trying to squirm away. away from the onslaught of pleasure. toji glares at you and then you hear it.

a soft buzz and you look down, mortified. he’s still fingering you, despite the fact you’re clenching down so hard he can barely move his fingers.

“wait.. wait toji, baby, please,” you beg, “i’ll cum, i’ll cum now. but plea—easeeee!”

“i’ve given you enough chances,” he frowns, pressing the little toy against your clit, he continues driving his digits into you. “c’mon baby, make me happy.”

you’re sobbing hysterically, unable to get away from the pleasure. toji laughs, “let go, i dunno why you’re doing this to yourself.”

writhing on the bed is useless because you can’t escape his hold—teetering on the edge of orgasm is making your mind go numb.

“n-no, m’ gonna cum, toji i can’t hold it! it’s gonna come ouuuttt!” he doesn’t let up, shaking the toy and watching your back arch up.

“hands.” he scolds and you immediately withdraw your clammy fingers from his own, “that’s good, now c’mon, you know what i want.”

it’s paralyzing, left leg shaking uncontrollably underneath him while you babble incoherently. he keeps a watchful eye, working you to it. he feels his cock drooling pre at the sight of you—the feeling of you falling apart on his fingers is making his mind hazy.

your vision whites. toji whistles lowly, watching you splash liquid all over his lower tummy, soaking his boxers. he tosses the vibrator aside, thick fingers gently working you through it.

you’re practically screeching, becoming so fidgety that toji has to use his free hand to scoop up your wrists, keeping you at his mercy.

“shh, baby, that’s good. that feels good, don’t it?” when your body relaxes, he pops his fingers out, shamelessly putting them in his mouth. he leans over you, pressing his weight onto you.

burly hands hold your face, grinning at your bleary eyes and tear soaked cheeks. “hey, gorgeous,” he hums sweetly, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. you’re panting, trying to catch your breath and he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but it’s in his nature to be a little mean.

pressing his tongue into your open mouth, you moan, unable to keep up and he breathes out a laugh, pulling away. he knocks his nose against yours, praising you quietly.

weak arms throw themselves over his neck, keeping him close to you. you can feel his bulge twitch, a familiar warmth beginning spread over your body.

“tojiii~” you tease, “i think your little friend wants some attention too.”

he’s amused, grinning wolfishly. “haven’t you had enough, lady?”

you pretend to ponder, “i can’t say for sure.”

“you started this,” he pulls away, manhandling your body so you’re on your knees, face smushed into the pillow, “i think you’re biting off more than you can chew, doll.”

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: My comms are discounted for a limited time for Black Friday btw. This is a kofi request, so if you want more then send me a Kofi~ it’s a snow leopard hybrid ^^

Being abandoned by your owner in the middle of winter was already not ideal, but being caught in a record breaking blizzard was definitely worse.

You could sense it coming. Being a cat hybrid had its perks, but you almost wished you were blissfully unaware of your imminent demise.

It had been a few hours since your owner drove off, leaving you in a torn hoodie and your thin pajama pants. He hadn’t known the risks of owning a cat hybrid such as yourself, and when you went into heat and started rubbing your scent on everything and biting him to try and claim his as your mate, he abandoned you.

It really hurt. You adored your owner, thinking he was different from other humans who simply saw you as a pet.

But you were wrong. He tossed you away without a second thought, leaving you to die. Had you really meant that little to him?

Despite your sadness, you curled up under a bench, shivering as you tried to keep yourself warm. Even being in heat wasn’t helping much, the ache in your belly only adding to the discomfort and pain you were feeling.

You wanted to be warm, to nest and be properly bred by a kind male. Maybe that was too much for a house cat hybrid such as yourself to ask. Thinking you were worth something led you here after all…

As the snow only continued to fall, you tried your best to stay warm. It was only to try and find the most comfort you could while waiting for your death.

You weren’t accustomed to taking care of yourself. Ever since your birth, food had been handed to you, beautiful clothes and jewelry adorning your body when it came time for you to be presented before humans for sale.

Before this, you had never worried about warmth or sustenance, simply relying on your owner.

What else could you do?

As you thought all hope was loss, a scent other than the cold and wet smell of snow wafted through the air, a familiar yet strange one.

It an instant the bench was ripped from its foundation, a figure bending down to examine you.

Your vision was a bit blurry, but you could smell it.

This was a wild hybrid.

In the past you heard tales of such beasts, hybrids that fled to the wild to escape human subjugation, but because you were a pampered house cat hybrid, you had yet to encounter one.

“Lost, little one?”

Your tail puffed out as you let out a weak hiss, watching as the hybrid’s face got closer to yours. He smelled like blood, perhaps he had just procured a fresh kill and was looking to add to his winter stockpile.

At least if he killed you, it would be a quicker death than freezing. Perhaps this was some kind of twisted mercy…

But you never felt his fangs puncture your throat, instead your hoodie was being bitten, your body lifted and carried by his strong jaws.

He was taking you somewhere. Where? You could only guess back to his den. It would be easier to kill your there instead of risking the scent of blood being left on the snow, leading back to his home.

Although you were afraid, the big cat was warm. His breath fanned against your neck, and your body reacted against your will, producing enticing pheromones that told any hybrid nearby that you were in heat.

He was soft, and for some reason you felt something being wrapped around you… some kind of furs from one of his hunts. Why would he bother to keep you warm? Did he prefer his prey fresh and didn’t want you to freeze to death?

None of this really mattered to you. You were cold, hungry, and exhausted. If you slept now, perhaps you would be unconscious when the time came and pass on in your sleep.

So you passed out, too tired to even notice how his pheromones responded to yours.

When you awoke, you were in bed. Your owner had never allowed you to sleep with him, so this was the first time you had been in a human bed and not one for pets.

The blankets were made of the same furs you had been cloaked in before. You sat up slowly, still processing what led you to this.

Being abandoned right before a blizzard… nearly freezing to death… a wolf hybrid taking you with him…

It was a lot to think about, and even with a now well rested mind your head was still spinning. Maybe a meal would help you make sense of this…

“You’re awake…”

You stiffened at the voice, your blood running cold. When you finally found the courage to turn and look at the source of it, you nearly passed out again.

In the doorway was a snow leopard hybrid, his cat ears flicking as he stared down at you. He was nearly twice your size, and thoughts of you beating him in a fight went down the drain immediately.

“Thought you were a goner for a bit. Tougher than you look.”

He spoke slowly, his eyes on your plump form. You weren't sure what he was thinking, and before you could respond your belly rumbled.

“Hungry, huh?”

His long, thick tail swayed behind him as he approached. Although he was tall, he was thin and lean, not the same type of terrifying a lion or tiger hybrid would be, but still holding the same predatory glint in his eye.

“Kittens in heat such as yourself have to eat.”

You felt your cheeks warm. Of course he could tell you were in season, your scent was probably overwhelming at this distance.

He tilted his head. “Not wild, are you? What’s a little thing such as yourself doing all the way out here?”

Your lip wobbled. All the pain, all the anger and confusion came bubbling to the surface.

“My owner… he just… he left me all alone… a-and it was scary, I…”

The snow leopard stared at you, letting you cry before he leaned down to lick away you tears before beginning to groom you.

This calmed you significantly, a soft purr rumbling in your chest. This was a comfort you had been denied since you had been separated from your litter as a kitten, and you couldn’t help but lean in as he licked back your hair.

“It’ll be alright. You’re mine now, my property. You won’t be cold or scared anymore.”

He rubbed his cheek against yours, moving his face to your neck and giving a harsh bite to your sensitive flesh, a clear marking of his territory.

While you ate, it was clear he was holding himself back from something. His golden eyes followed your every move, his tail swaying behind him almost sending you into a trance like state.

You usually ate whatever your owner did, even if it made you sick or upset your sensitive belly, but tonight you had stew, made with cat hybrids in mind.

Once you had your fill, your body was able to recover enough to start producing more pheromones. It was well aware there was a male nearby and that you were fertile, so it made your cunt grow wet and hot, ensuring you’d be easy for the average male to penetrate.

But unfortunately your stupid body didn’t understand the male before you was twice your size. He could sense your heat, knew that your body was trying to stir him forward.

He sniffed at you. This was the scent that had interested him. It wasn’t like he was cruel, if a female such as yourself was in need he wouldn’t just abandon you in the cold, but the fact you were plump and in heat certainly made taking you in much more enticing.

You let out a startled mew when he approached, his face burying itself into your neck. His tongue lapped softly at the scent gland there, his hands moving to hold onto your hips.

From the moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his mate. The bond had been formed before you even noticed he was there, and the snow leopard was eager to confirm it.

You smelled like heaven, a mix of your natural musk and some kind of sweet perfume your owner had you wear. Tearing off your clothes was child’s play for his sharp claws, and his body vibrated with purrs once he laid eyes on your naked form.

Already he was imagining your belly heavy and swollen with his kits, his hand gently pressing against the fat of your tummy. Being fat and plump was good for surveying the harsh climate where he lived, and it was important for females to be fed fresh meat throughout the winter.

His cock hardened, it wasn’t going to be easy fitting into such a small cat hybrid. Compared to him you were like a mouse, easily positioned however he wanted.

His fingers dipped into you, making you mewl and arch your back. You had already been bucking your hips like a needy little thing, your body desperate to be mated before your heat was over.

His cock stretched you out. It was unpleasant at best, almost painful as you struggled to take in something too big for you.

Even though he was being gentle, nothing would help when you were never meant to be bred by a big cat such as himself.

Despite this, your heat ridden body made it work, beat pooling into your abdomen as your gushed around his fat cock. Your tail twitched as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in without warning, a bulge forming in your belly from the sheer size of him.

The feeling of being ravished by him was… exhilarating. You were too small, too weak to do anything besides moan and writhe underneath him, letting the snow leopard use you as a living flesh light to be filled with his seed.

Even though it felt like you were being torn apart at first, his finger slowly rubbing at your clit and his tip hitting your special spot over and over has your cunt clenching around him before you could even think.

If you hadn’t been in heat, you most likely would have died during the mating session, but while you were in season your body produced so much more lubricant and pheromones that helped you take him inside of you.

You felt so warm when he came inside, thick ropes of hot and sticky cum filling your little womb. Your heat eased a bit as you were thoroughly bred. You knew that this would ensure pregnancy, even if all you had to go off of was instinct alone.

“Little one…”

He purred into your ear, keeping his cock inside of you to make sure none of his cum leaked out. His tongue licked at your neck and hair again, grooming you out of affection now.

“My mate, my sweetheart… I’ll take care of you, alright?”

And that was enough for you. Now all you wanted was a mate and somewhere warm to sleep with three meals a day. It was clear that he could provide that.

So you slept without worry, curled up with your mate, your new provider.

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[tbaluver]

his treasure- sylus x reader

pairing: dragon!sylus x fem!reader cw/tags: MDNI, monster fucking-ish(?), size diference, p in v, sucking breasts genre: smut + drabble a/n: this is just inspo from his new myth that's coming out and omgee im so excited ٩(^ᗜ^)و i hope everyone that wants his memory gets it! enjoy reading! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

no one dared to enter the dragon’s cave. the tales of hidden riches of gold, jewels, and treasures beyond anyone’s dreams laid all out by a fearsome dragon who kept it all to himself.

groups and groups of townspeople have set out on the journey to see if the stories were true but have never returned to tell the horrible tale of what they have witnessed.

as they stepped into the cave, piles of gold in every corner of the room, mixed in with a pile of jewels and treasures they’ve heard from the tales. but as they stepped further in they witnessed the beast itself.

there he was, on top of a girl, marks littered all over her body as she whimpered in ‘pain’. his wings shielded over his and her body and the possible true horrors of what he’s done to her.

they had dug their own graves, foolishly shouting at the beast and raising their weapons as if it were to intimate him. the dragon- sylus, lifts his head from your neck. his growl menacing and filled with annoyance.

the torches that lined along the walls extinguished in an instant, the dragon striking each and every man that had decided to trespass his lair that day.

each time the townspeople refused to learn from the past group, stubbornly believing they would succeed with the dragon slain with hoards of golds and jewels in tow.

as weeks and months passed by, the townspeople's expeditions dwindled until no one dared to try again anymore.

at last, he has you all to himself. no more foolish humans to bother and no distractions. just him and you.

-

he laid you down onto the plush carpet, better than the rough surface he calls his throne. around you flickered the glow of candles, leaving a warm glow around both of your bodies.

sylus leans forward, placing a kiss on your nipple before looking up at you. his tongue slowly rolls around your bud, sucking it gently after. he found himself groaning, nuzzling against the valley of your breasts.

biting your lip, you watch as sucks the other, his eyes never leaving yours as his tongue continues to tease you. his warm mouth surrounds your nipple as his fangs barely graze your soft skin.

with a quiet pop, he pulls off your breasts, a string of saliva keeping him and your breasts connected. he sits up, his crimson eyes traced the delicate curves of your body. 

his tail coiled around you, wrapping you to keep you in place. the scales brushed against your skin, prickling you and leaving small marks. he made sure to lick each and every mark he had left, his tongue gliding across your skin making the lingering sting begin to fade.

sylus was always tender at times like this, treating you like find gold- not counting what he’s like during his heat.

you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut as you continue to rock yourself below him.

he was big, almost too big for your liking. it took some time getting used too and no matter how many times you both fucked, your pussy was always so tight around him, the stretch burning you so deliciously.

his hard cock too thick and long to fit inside of you as he ruts between your thighs, shaking your whole entire body. its rough edges massaged your walls good that your drools pooled down to your neck.

your body twitched and trembled as he continued to plow into you and you knew he was getting closer. your walls were squeezing him and had him near the edge, ready to spill his load deep inside of you. 

his eyes fluttered shut, tilting his head back. groans escaping his lips as his hips picked up the pace. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt a slight burn on the lower half of your body.

his knot stretched into you wider, his bulge in your lower abdomen growing as hot loads painted your walls creamy white.

he growls, careful not to place his claws on you. you were so tight, so warm, so perfect. his mind was spinning as his heart raced.

even with all this fine gold and jewels in this cave nothing can compare to the treasure he has cradled in his arms.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

in his corner

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, boxer!rafe, established relationship, p in v sex, semi public sex, violence but not in great detail, unprotected sex, mentions of rafes anger issues

rafes head is down as you step into the locker room. it's dark and gloomy, no need for bright lights that just illuminate the blood and grime more.

the fleeting sunlight peeking in through the windows only casts light upon the dust floating in the room as you close the door behind you, causing rafe to finally look up.

his eyes shift from pure focus to something softer. “hey.” his voice is still low, slightly hoarse from not speaking most of the day.

“hey.” you move the rest of the way into the room, your footsteps sounding thunderous in the silence that always cloaks the gym before a fight, especially one like this.

“ill be safe.” you see a hint of humor in his eyes now as you roll yours. you always tell rafe to stay safe before a fight, it's become such an expectation that he beats you to it.

“do you have your gloves?” you ask, looking towards his gym bag, wanting to rifle through it to make sure rafe has everything he needs, even though you packed it for him.

“of course.” rafe smiles, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs and pulling you closer into him, his forehead pressing against your stomach.

“you're nervous for this one.” rafe states. he doesn't need to ask, he can tell just by your energy, the way your breathing is more frantic, your eyes opened ever so slightly wider than normal.

“im not the one in the ring.” you hum, hand coming to the back of his neck, stroking over his hairline, taming it despite knowing it's only a few minutes before it's going to get messed up again, either by rafe rubbing at it or the opponent.

“i know.” rafe looks up at you, a soft smile on his face. “but ya love me.”

“mmm, unfortunately.” you joke, a smile flashing across your lips before you drop your head to press your mouths against rafe, the kiss hungry and desperate, knowing it may be your last for a while if rafe gets his lip busted open.

“okay-” rafe sighs, pulling away, restraint in his voice as his insides call to continue kissing you. “it's almost time. love you.”

“love you too.” you back away but keep your eyes locked with rafe until your back is pressed up against the door. “win for me.”

you step out, eyes flickering around his team, waiting in the hallway for you, knowing better than to interrupt your moment with rafe.

“he's ready.” you nod to rafes coach before ducking out of the way as they file into the locker room.

you can hear the noise of the crowd grow as you walk into the arena, rows of seats all facing towards the central octagon. none of the security stops you to ask for a ticket as you walk to the front, rafe has become a headliner at the boxing gym, and you a vip along with it.

you take your seat, a coveted one, right in rafes corner. you know he has supporters, and while you appreciate most of them, the female ones who fawn over him anger you every time they shout his name or try to give him their number, but his quick shut down of advances always washes away the brief resentment.

“hey y/n.” rafes coaches brother, lewis, sits next to you, your de facto personal bodyguard. you insisted you didn't need someone looking over you, but rafe was always worried about a fight starting in the crowd. it certainly wouldn't be the first one that has broken out at a boxing gym.

“hi lewis.” you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and lean back in your seat as the prematch comes out, beginner fighters to keep all the early attendees from getting impatient while the crowd grows and seats fill.

overall, it's a professional arena. not on a pro level by any standards, but the best you can get in the area without making boxing full time. it certainly puts the smaller gyms rafe started out in to shame.

you were the one who originally suggested it. any sort of contact sport to work through some of his anger. you saw it bubbling under the surface, and you knew rafe would never do anything in your presence, even if he wanted to scream and punch a wall, he'd bottle it all in just to not scare you.

you clap as the first round comes to an end, ever the good supporter and attendee. it's part of the reason the gym likes rafe so much, he's no fuss, no personal drama, just pure fighting.

there's more rounds as you wait to see rafe, the rest of the seats being filled along with standing room in the back for anyone getting in late. 

a new referee steps into the ring, a professional with years of experience who doesn't bother with the lower level fights, saving himself for the main event. 

you sit up a little straighter in your seat as your eyes move to the door, a smile stretching over your cheeks as rafe steps out to applause and the thumbing base of a rap song. you applaud as well, keeping your eyes on rafe despite knowing he won't look at you, not until he gets in the ring, some sort of superstition that he's developed as he keeps his head down.

the other fighter comes out to the booming announcement of their name, a silly nickname you immediately disregard. clearly someone trying to rise the ranks and become a well known name, but you can tell just by his stature that rafe will take him down.

you breathe a little sigh of relief as rafe climbs into the ring and looks over to you, a slight smirk you're sure only you can see. he knows just as well as you do that this will be an easy day.

the official facilitates the handshake between the opponents before they're back to their corners to tape wrists and put on gloves, getting everything prepared. you keep your eyes on rafe, of course, taking in his every movement.

you feel a stirring in your stomach as he stands, tank top stretched tight across his body while his shorts are looser, allowing him to move easily around the ring.

you hear a woop coming from the back but know better than to divert your attention, rafe surging forward right when the official starts the round. he wastes no time throwing quick punches before defending, stepping to the side to miss the opponents swipes.

rafe lands a few more blows, but you don't cheer yet. you've made the mistake before of thinking he's in the clear too early.

the movement of rafes body is almost a dance, one driven by passion. his biceps bulge with every punch, swear gathering on his chest, making your mouth water as you watch.

the officials whistle to end the round makes you jump, too wrapped up in rafes looks to pay attention to the fight like you know you should.

you really do try to shift your attention back, but as the next round starts, you're quickly drawn back to watching rafes body and smooth movements. 

every punch he throws makes your legs tighten further, hoping the pressing of your thighs offers you some sort of relief, but any comfort is fleeting.

your body responds for you when the fight comes to end, rising to your feet and clapping as you snap back to attention. rafe of course wins, the opponent not even getting a punch to his face other than a brief touch on his jaw that didn't even knock his mouthguard.

“i knew you'd win.” you smile and step forward as rafe comes to the ropes, leaning over to press his lips against yours.

“let me talk to the team and shower then we'll get out of here, yeah?” rafe kisses you again before leaning in to whisper into your ear. “i can tell you're turned on.”

--

“how'd you know?” you question as rafe shifts the car into drive, his free hand immediately coming to your thigh as he pulls out of the parking spot and onto the road.

“that you were- are turned on?” rafe smirks, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead. “you get a look in your eyes, baby. and i can tell you want me.”

“and i have that look right now?” you hum out, turning the volume up on the radio slightly as the kid cudi song comes on.

“mhm. and it'll only intensify when i do this-” rafes hand slides upwards between your thighs. you quickly part them for him, letting out a soft moan as his fingers rub right where he knows you like it best.

“shit.” you lean back into the seat, trying to keep yourself from jumping over the center console and pouncing on rafe instantly. you pray you don't hit traffic as he presses harder on the gas pedal, ready to get home as well.

“you looked so pretty tonight cheering me on baby.” rafe pushes his fingers harder against your pants, creating tight circles. “even if you were spaced out the entire time.”

“mhm.” you hum, not even truly listening to what rafe is saying, just enjoying the tambor of his voice and the feeling growing in your stomach.

you know when rafe laughs that it's at you and your current state, but you've done far too much and been with him far too long to be embarrassed or ashamed by your lust as you let out another moan.

your eyes are glossy as you turn to look at rafe, hand gripping the wheel tightly with a clear tent in his sweatpants. you blink a few times to clear your vision as you take in his hard set jaw, tension building as he is forced to wait to get inside you.

you reach over to place your hand on rafes crotch, hoping the pressure of your hand sustains him a little longer.

“it's taking everything in me not to pull over and fuck you here in the car.” rafe says through gritted teeth.

you look out the windshield as rafe moves his hand to grip the steering wheel with both hands, needing it now that you're touching him to keep the vehicle steady. “we're almost home.” you hum out, petting your fingertips over his length, contemplating pushing his pants down and bending over the center console, but your clenching pussy needs him.

rafe pulls into the driveway at speeds he shouldn't be going inside a residential neighborhood, the car calming to a halting stop, and not even a second passes before you're out of your seats and out of the car.

rafe beats you to the front door, throwing it open for you to rush inside, locking it tight after you've entered.

you know you won't make it to the bed. you never do on nights like this. both on a high from rafe winning his fight, an easy opponent with not even a scratch to his knuckles.

rafe presses you against the wall of the hallway, his body molding against yours as his lips smash forward into a passionate kiss. you reach between your bodies immediately, knowing you're already soaking wet and ready from rafe playing with you in the car.

you push down on the hem of rafes sweatpants until rafe moves his hips and allows you to shove them down along with his underwear. 

rafe lets out a sigh as your hand wraps around his length, holding his cock in your grasp as you quickly begin to stroke.

“fuck, baby.” rafe places his fist around your hand. “as much as i love you touching me like this i need to be inside you now.”

there's a desperation in his voice that makes something in your chest tighten.

you nod and release him, undoing your button and zipper to shove your pants to the ground and kick them away. rafe grabs the hem of your tshirt before you can take it off yourself, pulling it up over your head before it also joins the clothes scattered around the foyer.

rafe connects your lips back together, his hands sneaking behind your back to undo your bra before pulling the cups off, large palms quickly replacing them as he holds your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze that has your mouth falling open in a satisfied sigh.

“bedroom, counter or right here?” rafe asks, pulling on your lip before you can answer and giving it a tug.

“right here.” you reach down and take rafes cock in your hand, giving it a stroke. “right here, right now.”

“mmm, don't have to tell me again.” rafes arms circle around you and pull you up, pinning you against the wall. your body moves so naturally like it's done a hundred times before, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

rafe lines up his cock with your entrance and sinks forward. your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull him in tight, mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing closed as he slowly enters you.

“oh god.” rafe groans, mouth opening as well, but to press his teeth against your skin, biting down gently so as to not actually hurt you, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

“fuck me rafe.” your fingertips are digging into his shoulders, trying not to pierce him with your nails as you grip onto his muscles, muscles he just used to pummel his opponent.

“fuck me hard.” you don't often ask for it hard or really give him any direction. rafe knows how to please you, but it's different today. you need his full force, everything he has left in him.

and he doesn't make you wait.

rafe pulls his cock out slowly before slamming in, forcing your ass back into the wall with a thud, your whole body shuddering as he thrusts.

you tighten your arms even more, needing your bodies to become one as he pumps his hips forward, the sound of skin meeting together spreading through the empty house.

tomorrow, you'll clean up the clothes off the floor. tomorrow, you'll make a large breakfast to replenish rafe from his fight and open every window in the house to let in light and air, but tonight, you're going to remain in the dark hallway with your legs wrapped around rafes waist.

“harder.” you beg again, even though you're not sure you can take it.

rafe complies, swinging faster as one of his hands manages to find a way between your bodies, tips of his fingers pressing against your clit. he knows he should fuck you longer, but he can build you up again for the second time in the bedroom, you've teased each other too much and he needs to feel you fall apart in his arms.

“you're so tight and warm.” rafe mumbles, burying his face in your neck as he huffs, absorbing your heart after being apart physically for too long, the cold air of the gym and locker room now being replaced with you.

“i love you.” rafe mumbles, lips against your neck as he presses a few kisses to your throat. “thank you.”

he doesn't need to say what for. you understand. for being with him, for encouraging him to try boxing, for standing by his side and knowing what's best for him even when he didn't know himself.

“i love you.” you moan out, pussy clenching around rafes cock as your high suddenly hits, back arching off the wall in pleasure only to be slammed back against it as rafe pushes as deep as he can go inside of you, the squeezing of your cunt triggering his own high as his cum spurts inside of you.

“f-fuck.” you whine, nails fully leaving marks now as you breathe deeply, chest rising and falling, pressing against rafes with every breath.

“let's go take a bath.” rafe says, his voice suddenly softer, almost like the sex was the last bit of excursion he needed to calm himself after the fight.

“okay.” you can't help but giggle.

despite your agreement, rafe doesn't pull out, his softening cock still inside of you and bodies connected.

“okay.” you repeat, pressing your lips against rafes cheek before resting your head against his, realizing what he needs in that moment. “i love you.”

you stay there, still, for minutes that stretch into what feels like hours, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

“okay.” rafe finally responds, eyes blinking with a new clarity, any sort of anger or frustration he had before the fight now freed from inside him. “bath time, yeah?”

[cameronsprincess]

IM BACK I DONT KNOW IF IM ALLOWED TO REQUEST TWO FOR UR 5K CELEBRATION but can u do a smut with rafe where he does the bull rider position and reader FLIPS the fuck out LMAO

let me just say… if a man tried this shit with me he’d end up choking on his teeth once i got him off me🤠

CW: smut! 18+ only! strong language, bull rider position (really just doggy but the bull rider name has a meaning behind it lmaooo), piv sex, rafe is a diiiick for this😭 slightly angsty? idk.

all 5k moodboards/blurbs here!

“oh god, rafe! don’t… don’t stop, fuck!”

rafe picks up his pace, his hands tightly gripping at your hips as he brutally pounds himself inside you. your pussy clenches around him, squeezing at his dick tightly. rafe loosened his grip on your hips, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, squeezing as he leans forward, pressing his front against your back.

you feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, his lips ghosting across the shell of your ear. he slows his pace, pulling his cock out of you until only the tip is left inside, forcefully slamming himself forward. you suck in a sharp breath, so close to the edge you could scream. rafe nips at the lobe of your ear, repeating his actions before his raspy voice flows through your ears.

“your best friend fucks better than you…”

the words slam into your head, anger rushing through your veins as rafe squeezes his arms tighter around you, laughing as you buck and fight, trying to push him off you.

“what the fuck did you just say?” you buck, your arms flying behind you and gripping at his arm, nails digging into the skin as you try and pry him off you.

rafe continues laughing, picking up the pace of his hips again, the head of his dick repeatedly hitting at that spot inside you that had your toes curling and knocking the breath out of you, but you’re too angry to even think of the pleasure he’s bringing you right now. you want him off of you. now.

“oh c’mon, baby. stop fightin’ me, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.. ‘m so close, you still want me to fill this pussy up with my cum?”

you claw at his arm, bucking your entire body as you try and fight him off of you, but it’s no use, rafe is too strong, and his grip around your waist tightens with each thrash of your body. you’ve been with rafe for six months, and he’s never once pushed you the way he just did. when did him and your best friend even fuck? did he mean what he said?

red, hot anger flashes through you again. gathering your strength, you begin to fight him harder, needing him to get the hell off of you.

“rafe! i’m so fucking serious if you don’t get the fuck off of me, i will fucking kill you!”

rafe’s laughter fills the room, making the anger you feel grow. he thinks this is funny?

“stop fighting, baby. you’re turning me on, i love it when you’re angry.”

tears fill your eyes as you continue to fight him, pushing, bucking, clawing, doing anything you can to get him off. finally, you dig your nails into his forearm, making him loosen his hold just enough for you to shove him off of you. you scramble off the bed, quickly grabbing his oversized t-shirt off the ground and tossing it over your head. you cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed as you face him.

he has an amused smirk on his face, his tongue pressing into his cheek.

“oh don’t look at me like that, baby..” he says, placing his large hands on his thighs as he levels you with his own glare.

you scoff. “you said my best friend fucks better than me. while you were fucking me! what the fuck is your problem?!” you shout, stepping toward him and slapping him across the face.

rafe’s head whips to the side, a low laugh escaping him as he slowly turns his head to face you again. he stands from the bed, and you shrink into yourself a little, shaking your head at how ridiculous you look, you’re not afraid of him. you stand straight, stepping into his body, your chest brushing against his.

“god you’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

you lift your hand to slap him again, but he catches your wrist mid-air, holding it in place and squeezing. you wince at the pain, but you don’t back down.

“fuck. you. rafe.” you say slowly, trying to jerk your hand from his hold.

he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight. he runs a hand down the back of your head, placing a kiss to the top of it before he says, “baby, it was a joke. i haven’t fucked your best friend, i just..” he stops, laughing as he tries to explain. “i just saw some shit online and wanted to try it out, wanted to see how much of a fight you’d put up.”

you gasp, trying to pull out of his hold, but he squeezes you tighter, not allowing you to pull away from him.

“i’m sorry baby, i shouldn’t have done it, but goddamn you’re so sexy when you fight me. your anger turns me on.”

you fight against him again, not wanting him to touch you. joke or not, it’s still fucked up and you’re so pissed at him you just want him to leave you alone for now.

“that’s not fuckin’ funny, rafe! i’m so fucking mad at you right now! i don’t even want you around me! let me go!” you shout, tears filling your eyes as you try and fight out of his hold.

rafe releases you, allowing you to step back. his face softens when he sees the unshed tears filling your beautiful eyes. “i’m sorry baby, i shouldn’t have done it, my fault.”

you roll your eyes. “your apology means shit to me right now.”

rafe sighs, grabbing his boxers off the ground and sliding them on. he tries to step toward you, but you take a step back, shaking your head. “no. you should go. i’ll call you later.”

“baby-”

you throw your hand up, stopping whatever he had to say. “no, rafe! i’m serious just fucking go! i’ll call you later once i’ve calmed down.”

rafe runs a hand through his messy hair, quickly getting dressed before he grabs his phone and moves to leave. he faces you one final time, opening his mouth to say something but ultimately deciding against it. you stand in the middle of your room, watching as he walks out.

tagging some moots: @starkeysbabygirl @starkeysprincess @rafesthroatbaby @oceandriveab @httpsdrewstarkey @drewsephrry @babygorewhore @bloodibambiidoll @rafeyscurtainbangs

[zevrra]

𝐢𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

synop: things escalate even more inside the lab and jayce no longer wants to just watch.

wc: 1.9k

includes: straight up smüt, fem!reader, cünnilingus, händjob, threesome, fïngering, slight mästurbation, dirty talk

extra: part 1 is here! part 3 coming soon >:3

you quickly replace where jayce and viktor had been leaning against the table. guided by a pair of strong hands, you follow along until you place your full weight on the table while jayce stands off to your side, his fingers working on unbuttoning the front of your shirt as he kisses against your neck. viktor shimmies you out of the pants you wear, parts your legs to slip in between them, placing his own sweet kisses against your inner thighs.

your shirt is practically torn away, tossed about somewhere to be forgotten until later, as jayce replaces the fabric with one of his hands. his warm hand slides along your waist, up your stomach, before he grabs one of your breasts. he cautiously gropes the mound of flesh, testing the waters while a little voice in the back of your head tells you maybe it’s his first time…you’d have to remember to ask about it later.

“jayce,” you mumble, using your fingers to grip his belt and tug on it. “off.” you command with a pout.

he chuckles against your skin, kissing his way up to your jaw. doesn’t say anything in response to your demands, instead he just strips most of what he wears off too. his jacket is thrown away and he slips off his tie, tossing it away along with his shirt as it’s quick to follow the rest of his clothes. and you do your best not to stare too much as he exposes his upper body. you’d have plenty of time to look and burn the image of him into your head later as his hands move to fumble on the prize you’re really after. he continues his trail of kisses along your shoulder as you get to watch his fingers fumble with his pants for a brief moment before he unbuckles the belt he wears.

and you always had a feeling he’d be well endowed, and your gut feeling is right, but he was a little bigger than you had expected as jayce shrugs his pants and underwear down; allowing you to finally get a good look at what has been straining against his pants since he first walked into the room. you and viktor share a soft gasp at the reveal. viktor stops kissing your thighs for the moment and you glance down at the man between your legs, your own mouth agape. vik stares at jayce, his mouth slightly open in bewilderment like your own, before he looks up at you. and you both softly laugh in disbelief, before you both turn back to stare at jayce.

“i would never have guessed you were blessed with both looks and girth, jayce.” viktor teases, his fingers scraping along your thighs to keep you stimulated as he places a single kiss against your knee.

“all your previous partners must have been very satisfied.” you add behind viktor’s teasing, sharing another laugh.

jayce turns bright red and rolls his eyes, joining in on the soft laughter with a shake of his head. “ok, ok—enough you two. back to this, please.” jayce begs with a huff. turning his attention back to you and with a gentle hand, he places it against your chin and pulls you forward to him, eagerly pressing his lips against yours as all three of you fall back into a sex fantasy come to life.

doesn’t take much for him to dominate your mouth either. you try to make him work for it but just like viktor you’re weak under his lips. and he kisses you like he’s never tasted anything so delicious before, as his fingers reach to pinch and pull at your nipples. you softly groan against his lips as he plays with your breasts. every noise you make does nothing but make him hungrier and needier for you. his tongue locks with yours as he deepens the kiss. and in return, you find your fingers fumbling against his hip, following along taunt muscle until your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. and it’s so big you can’t even fit all of your fingers around him but you stroke up along his shaft anyway, earning a well deserved grunt from the large man. which makes you smile against his lips in return.

but your victory is short lived as the panties you wear are shifted to the side and viktor dives into to lick right up against your aching core. you gasp harshly as viktor begins to eat out your sensitive pussy while he looks up at your face for any reaction. “viktor!” you cry, breaking the kiss with jayce to turn and stare down at vik, just as he sucks on your clit. an eyebrow raises up right back at you, acting as if he’s innocent but he knew better.

vik’s nose is pressed flush against your body as he sucks on your cunt, wet noises echoing off the walls of the lab. you try to speak again but the sudden tingling pleasure from viktor sucking your clit forces your body to tense up, shutting you up, and you squeeze around jayce; who hisses in your ear with his own rush of pleasure. he staggers just a little at the tightness around his cock, pressing his forehead into the side of your head to catch himself and he groans heavily from deep within his chest.

you can only manage a weak sorry as you loosen your grip and return to stroking his hard cock. you stare right into viktor’s own pretty amber eyes as he continues to eat you out. both of you keeping eye contact the entire time as he uses a mix of your slick and his saliva to press his tongue roughly against your sensitive cunt again and again.

jayce places a hot kiss against your ear, turning his own gaze to watch viktor as well. he breathes heavy against your skin, groaning at the sight of viktor eating you out while you continue to stroke him off. “you must taste so sweet.” jayce pants into the shell of your ear as one of his hands trails down the front of your body. viktor hums positively in response, making it a point to suck harshly against your core as to say that he agrees with what jayce says. you tense up from the pleasure again, whining helplessly just as jayce smoothes his hand across your lower abdomen and all the way down. until he finally reaches where viktor licks, sliding two thick fingers along your pussy before spreading it open for viktor to dive further in.

you gasp at the sensation of his fingers slithering against your core while vik’s tongue stays working on lapping between your lips. you can almost feel him smile against your body as he moves to sucks harshly against your exposed clit thanks to jayce, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body.

“fuck!” you cry, tossing your head back as your body shudders at vik’s work. can’t help it when your hand on jayce starts to slip as you're wrapped up in your own pleasure but his hand is faster as he removes it from your core to wrap around your hand on his shaft.

“don’t stop. feels good.” jayce whispers as he begins to move your hand for you. guiding your hand from his thick base all the way up to the tip, thrusting his hips every time you reach his angry red tip. he twitches in your grasp at every single thrust and all of it makes you dizzy.

you’re turning into a pathetic mess. with viktor’s tongue against your pussy and jayce whispering in your ear, helping you jerk him off, your insides feel like exploding from the pleasure. you wanted, needed, more though and apparently jayce had the same idea.

after a few more strokes, and from the sound of his raspy grunts, he’s not going to last much longer. and before he could come he wanted a taste of you too. viktor made it look just too damn good. so he finally releases your hand and sinks down onto his knees beside viktor, adjusting your leg to rest up on his shoulder, tearing your underwear away from your body. and getting to watch this giant man bend his knees to pleasure you beside his best friend, well it makes you throb. heat rushes from your chest to the tips of your fingers as you now stare down at two of the prettiest men you’ve ever laid with.

and you watch with wild eyes as jayce turns viktor towards him and brings him in for another kiss. jayce starts by licking across viktor’s bottom lip, tasting you off of viktor, before their tongues clash again. rolling and rushing against each other as they make out, hovering over your soaking core. if they opened their mouths just a little more you’re almost sure their shared spit could’ve rolled down viktor’s chin and onto your pussy. and you groan at the thought of it happening, snaking your hand between your thighs to continue where viktor left off for the moment. pressing your fingers against your center, rubbing over your clit, as you watch your two closest friends share a hot, passionate kiss. and while it was so, so fucking hot watching them, your throbbing pussy needed some attention, more than your fingers could give it. you lean slightly forward to reach down and push your fingers through their hair, pulling on the strands to get them to focus on you and detangle from each other.

“focus here please.” you whine, instinctively opening your legs even wider for the two of them to fit.

“as you wish.” viktor mutters, dazed from the quick makeout session but he’s returning right back to licking against your cunt without hesitation.

“‘s sweet.” jayce confirms, licking his lips and locking his gaze with yours, before he follows viktor’s lead. he takes the lower half of your waiting pussy, lapping at the juices that flow freely.

now you get to watch both of them entangle against your core. licking and kissing against you, tongues colliding as they messily eat you out. while catching each other's lips for a few seconds before returning to their task. it was hotter than you could have imagined. them eating between your thighs while enjoying each other’s company—ohmygod—it was more than you could’ve ever asked for.

you toss your head back as a broken sob tumbles from your lips, fingers tightening in their hair. “going to come if you keep going.” you gasp as your body shudders harshly with a flick against your clit.

“do you want to come?” viktor asks with a smile, not waiting for an answer before he slips a finger easily inside of your aching cunt. he presses it as deeply as he can get while jayce sucks on your clit.

the added pressure coils the wire inside of your lower half even tighter, threatening to make you come. “w-wait!” you cry with a shake of your head but neither of them listen to you now. jayce leans back a little to spit against your pussy before diving back in, giving viktor the extra lube to slip a second finger inside, as he returns to attacking your clit while viktor fingers you harder and faster, drawing you closer to the edge.

and it doesn’t take much of their combined assault before you fumble over in your searing passion, gripping and grasping onto anything you can as you come around vik’s fingers and against jayce’s tongue. your head falls back with your rushing orgasm ripping through your body and you cry every single swear you can think of with the mix of jayce and viktor’s name on your tongue as you burst. that burning pressure in your lower abdomen snaps and you know you’ve made a mess but you don’t care; viktor and jayce lap up every drop.

it takes you awhile to come down from your orgasm, body still twitching and shaking, even after the two pull away from you. you’re still slumped back but you manage to raise your head ever so slightly to look over at the other two. and you briefly catch jayce licking viktor’s fingers clean before their attention turns back to you, waiting on you to tell them what to do. you pout in response, shifting onto your hip so you didn’t feel so weak. “i told you to wait.” you mumble.

now it’s their turn to share a laugh as jayce helps viktor up to his feet. “forgive us. you tasted too good.” viktor hums as he leans his weight against jayce.

“how can we make it up to you?” jayce follows up as they enclose upon you.

you want to continue to be bossy and pout but the sight of both of them on either side of you, hard and twitching and wanting more; both their pretty eyes blown with lust, lips swollen, and their faces soaking wet from your orgasm after throughly eating you out— every thought of you making them pay goes right out the window. so instead, you prop your foot up against the desk, pointing your knee outwards before trailing your hand to your still sensitive cunt. using your fingers to spread yourself open and with a red hot blush, you tell them directly what you want.

“i want both of you. right now.”

[merakidoll]

happy thanksgiving from me and rennie’s home to yours

thanksgiving. a special holiday where you eat and spend a day with those who you love. and for eren’s case, he couldn’t be anymore thankful for the sight in front of him. you and eren had an eventful night preparing all of your favorite food but with a sweet twist - cum! now those delicious dishes sat next to you in its pretty pink container, while you we’re bond and spread waiting to be eaten. the long table that was supposed to be for family only had one seat occupied. eren was naked, pretty hair thrown into a pony while he licked his pink lips eyeing you down.

the cuffs did a great job at keeping you open and wide. your hands and ankles together creating a soft shadow from the bright head lights that downed onto you. “you look so yummy mama” eren’s thumb rubbed your clit shyly. soothing circles while just basking in the lovely feast that was all for him. he smiled at the small whimpers you made, the apple in your mouth not letting them be as loud as he would like. eren spit down onto you, his large glob going from your clit to the rim of your ass and falling onto the table, that cause you to jump.

it was silent for a moment. then he dug in like a starving man; to which he was from waiting all day long for his meal. “mmm s’good baby,” his words were sloppy just like his tongue, sloppily licking from your ass to your pussy in a vast motion. he pushed your thighs more ignoring your tugs to retreat from the pleasure and instead kissed your puckered hole, followed with circling it with the tip of his tongue. you wetness dripped from your clenched hole and made a mess that eren was very egar to clean.

continuing his kisses and licking - he stuffed two long thick fingers into your cunt scissoring them, ultimately touching your g-spot. you tried moving again, your body tingling, but eren was so drunk from you he couldn’t tell. while eren ate and ate, eyes dazed. you cried creaming and shaking trying to roll off of your back. at the feeling of your pussy getting creamery and how you clenched, eren removed his fingers and put his whole mouth onto your pussy hole trying to suck everything you had to offer. to say he couldn’t wait for what christmas had in store

[pomegranatesarchive]

warming up

franco colapinto x teammate!reader

summary: franco is determined to make his teammate feel better with the perfect warm sweater.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: franco is slightly obsessed with reader, not much franco x reader action but still cute! two mentions of ��yn’, shameless and jealous franco.

You had seriously underestimated how cold Vegas would actually be. 

It seemed like everyone had warned you, ‘Bring sweaters, it will get cold�� they said, and yet you chose to ignore them. So your situation could’ve easily been avoided. 

You gazed at Liam Lawson from the other side of the paddock, wishing nothing more that you were in his position, wrapped up in a blanket sitting right next to a heater. 

You sighed, imagining what you would feel like if you were in his position, you were so focused that you didn't see or hear your teammate walk up behind you. 

Franco looked at you with a smile, although he frowned when he realized you weren’t giving him his desired attention, he followed your gaze over to Liam, who was in the middle of an interview. 

“What are we looking at?” he whispered in your ear, ignoring your slight jump. 

“Jesus Franco,” you muttered, trying to calm yourself, “Liam looks real warm right now.” 

Franco nodded, rolling his eyes slightly, “Yes. Because he had a blanket. Do you not see that?”

You gave him a look, “Of course, I see that. That is the whole point. I want to be warm.” 

Franco gave you a look over, keeping his eyes on your bare arms, where he could see the cold making your hair stand up, he smiled, “Ah. Are you cold?” 

“I can’t feel my fingers,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes forward, on Liam. 

Franco frowned, holding back on asking why exactly you didn't bring a sweater, his stomach felt nauseous at the sight of you gazing at Liam with so much want. 

Now, you weren’t exactly looking at Liam, more so his body temperature, but still, Franco would give anything to have you gaze at him. 

He gasped, his face brightening, if he got you a sweater, there was no way you would be staring at Liam like that, you would be staring at him like that. 

“I will be right back.” he spoke firmly, starting to back away, “Do not leave.” you watched him over your shoulder, giggling as he fumbled into a sprint. 

—

“No, too ugly…” Franco mumbled to himself as he threw the sweater behind him, he pulled another from his small driver’s room closet, “No, too blue…” He threw this one behind him as well. Not noticing it landed on his trainer. 

The man in question jumped in shock, pulling the Williams-style sweater off his head, “What the..” he mumbled, turning to Franco, who held up a knitted sweater, “Perfect..” he heard Franco whisper. 

The trainer stared briefly, watching Franco go back scavenging through his closet. The trainer could only roll his eyes before slowly walking out of the room. 

“I should get her two.” Franco whispered to himself, “In case she doesn’t like one of them..” he nodded to himself, continuing to throw sweaters he didnt deem fit behind him. 

After ten minutes of back and forth, Franco existed his driver’s room content, he was going to be your night and shining armor, and then you’ll look at Franco with all the love in the world because he was the one to get you warm and cozy.  

Just as he was going to make his way over to the media pen, where he had left you, he was pulled aside by your manager.

“(Y/N) was looking for you.” she informed him, Franco grumbled to himself, “I told her to stay in place, tonta.” (dummy) 

“She got cold.” The woman defended you, “You left her out there…she waited for ten minutes.”

Franco held up the two sweaters in his arm with a frown, “I got her sweaters, so she would not be cold.” 

Your manager eyes him with a smirk, “You spent ten minutes finding a sweater to give her?”

Franco shrugged, “I wanted to make sure they were warm.” 

The woman tilted her head, “You know we have a merch store full of sweaters, right?”

Franco turned to her in disgust, “Mierda, those sweaters are like this,” he held his thumb and index together, “They are not warm. They need to be warm.” (shit)

“So you are giving her your sweaters?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think that will make her fall in love with you?”

Franco leaned back in offense, “I do not need to make her fall for me…” he paused, “She is already in love with me, she just does not know it yet.” 

The woman nodded with pursed lips, “Yeah because that’s a totally sane thing to say.”

Franco simply rolled his eyes, having had this conversation one too many times. So what if his obsession with you was just slightly worrying? It was all going to work out in the end, he just knew it. “Do you know where she went?” 

Your manager thought for a moment. “She mentioned being hungry, so she probably went up to eat.” 

And with that, Franco went off with a sprint. 

—

Out of breath, and slight sweating, Franco entered the Williams dining room, eyes sweeping over the place with quick eyes. Only to feel a rush of disappointment when he didn't spot you. 

He let out a deep disappointed sigh as he took a seat at the bar. The bartender watched him as he wallowed in pity. 

Franco continued to let out deep, soul-searching sighs, catching the attention of those around him, the bartender walked but to him with an awkward smile, sliding over a glass of water. 

“Hey Franco,” she started, he glanced up at her with a small smile, “You okay?” she whispered, leaning in, there were all different kinds of people around them, investors, fans, journalists, and no doubt searching for a bit of drama to hold onto, the last thing she wanted was for this interaction to be first-page news tomorrow morning. 

“No.” Franco was blunt, “Was (Y/N) here?” 

The lady nodded, “Yeah she just left actually. She got her usual–” 

“Hot chocolate, whipped cream, caramel drizzle.” the two coursed. 

The bartender leaned back, impressed, “You really know her.” 

Franco shrugged, “She’ll be my wife one day, I need to know what she likes.”

The lady laughed, “Oh yeah? Does she know that?”

Franco tilted his head, “No sé. I don't think it's a secret that I like her.” (I don't know.)

The woman agreed; this was not the first time she’d heard about Franco being in love with you. It seemed like every time he and she talked, he managed to somehow make the conversation about you. 

Now, she didn't know if the feelings were one-sided, the way you looked at Franco certainly made her think they weren't.

She hummed, “Well she took her hot chocolate to go, so I don't know where she went.”

Franco nodded, slowly moving off the chair, his sweaters both tightly secure in his clutch, “Okay then. If she comes back, tell her I'm looking for her.”

—

Franco was late to the fan stage, he had been so busy looking for you that he had lost track of time, and now he was being yelled at by his manager through the phone, demanding to know where he was. 

It took him two minutes to run from the garage to the fan stage, he was recorded who knows how many times, and he was no doubt trending right now. 

He had thrown the two sweaters in the arms of his manager when he arrived, wasting no time climbing the small steps up to the stage. 

What he saw made his stomach drop, there you were in all your glory, wearing no other than a…mclaren puffer jacket. And you were talking to no other than…Lando Norris. 

God, the smile on your face made Franco want to claw his eyes out, Lando had never been that funny. 

Franco ignored the fans yelling his name, instead he squeezed in between you and Lando, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hello,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on you. 

Lando looked over at you with an amused smile before walking away, shaking his head slightly. 

“Hi?” you questioned, glancing over to the fan’s direction weary, thankfully they seemed to be paying attention to Lando and Oscar, the latter seemingly saying something funny. 

“I was looking for you.” 

You winced, “Sorry but I got really cold, and then I got really hungry…” 

Franco smiled softly, "It's okay…” he glanced down at your attire, “What are you wearing?” 

You broke out into a smile, “Do you like it? Lando gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” 

“I don't like it,” Franco stated simply, you leaned back, an offended look on your face. “Okay. Rude.” 

“It’s really ugly, “ he continued, “You should change.” 

You huffed, “I didn't bring any sweaters!” 

Franco held up a finger before moving away. You rolled your eyes, moving back to the others on stage. 

A couple minutes later you felt someone's presence behind you, you jumped slightly, feeling someone pulling on your jacket, looking back you saw Franco, a look on his face. 

“Take this off,” he mumbled, you glanced to his shoulder, where two knitted sweaters lay. “Porfa?” he pleaded, seeing the hesitation on your face. (please) 

Later that night, as the fan stage was wrapping up, Franco walked up to Lando, handing him the Mclaren jacket with a smile, “She didn't want it…” he muttered, “And she doesn't want you.” he added as an afterthought, shooting the Mclaren driver a smile before walking over to you. 

[rafesangelita]

rafe + predator/prey with bambi?

warnings: dark!rafe (he’s nice at first), bratty behavior, dom/sub themes, slight arguing, shouting, manhandling, fear play, rafe chases you around tanneyhill, hide and seek, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, slapping, impact play (?), asphyxiation, lots of dirty talk, squirting, size kink, breeding kink, baby trapping threats, degradation

link: read more of bambi!reader here <3

w/c: 2.2k

rafe knew the second you slammed the door shut in his face that you had forgotten your place. all the soft, sappy sex you two had been indulging in had officially altered your brain chemistry into thinking you could lock him out of his room in his own house. “open this door, y/n.” rafe hadn’t raised his voice at you in a long time, and while he didn’t want to, it wasn’t long before he felt his patience running thin as you continued to ignore him and give him the silent treatment. you stood on the other side of the door, a pout gracing your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“i’m trying to sort this out with you, baby, but you’re making that really hard for me right now..” rafe spoke gently, his fists balling up at his sides. “you know.. the last thing i wanna come home to when i’ve had a rough day is an attitude and a temper tantrum.” he attempted to twist the door knob, your heart beating in your ears when it started rattling against the hardwood. “i’ve been so good with you, i think you’ve forgotten just how fast things can change, bambi.” his words sending a shiver down your spine.

of course you didn’t want to be on his bad side, but something about the way his voice dropped a few octaves as if he was giving you a warning made you step closer to the door. “open it or i’ll do it myself.” for a moment there, you almost did as he said, your hand reaching down for the door knob before you heard him whisper something underneath his breath. “fuckin’ brat.” you froze just as your fingers grazed the cold metal. he wasn’t going to like what you did next. taking a step back, you shuddered as you watched the shadow of his feet. “n-no.” you whimpered, your heart beating in your chest.

rafe laughed, his jaw ticking as he felt anger boiling underneath his skin. “what was that? what did you say?” surely he wasn’t hearing right. “i said no, rafe!” you yelled back, running to the corner of his room that was furthest from the door. that did it. rafe said goodbye to any kind of restraint he had left, deciding you were going to learn your lesson about saying that little two-lettered word to him. rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, rafe let out a breath before backing away. “are you near the door?” your eyebrows knitted in confusion at his question. “no—”

before you could say anything else, rafe barged in, knocking the hardwood off of its hinges as your hands shot up to cover your ears. you stared at him doe eyed and terrified, his eyes finding yours as he rolled his shoulders back. “i didn’t want to do that..” he stalked over to you, wrapping a hand around your throat before pressing you against the wall, “why do you have to make me be the bad guy, huh?” you gasped, clasping a palm around his wrist. “please— i’m sorry!” rafe stared you down, his eyes nothing but two black holes as his grip around your throat tightened.

“are you? it seemed like you just wanted to piss me off back there,” he dragged you towards his bed, throwing you down before pinning your elbows to the mattress and slotting himself between your thighs, “that goddamn silent treatment, you know i can’t stand that shit.” his face was centimeters away, his breath fanning your cheek as tears welled in your eyes. “you know what i have to do now, right?” you shook your head, fear bubbling in your chest as you remembered the last time he had to ‘punish’ you. “please! i’ll be good, rafe! ‘don’t want to make you mad anymore..”

closing the distance between you two, rafe kissed you softly, wiping away the stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek. “i’m gonna give you a ten second head start to run, and if you decide to hide instead, you better make sure i don’t fuckin’ find you,” he whispered against your lips, “now, get the fuck outta here.” rafe moved aside, your chest rising and falling as you slipped out of the room, your feet skittering across the floor as you started running away from him. you swore your heart was beating a million times per second, the fear of being caught making your blood run cold.

you had barely made it to the bottom of the stairs before you looked up and saw rafe making his way out of the room. he was far too fast for you to outrun him, panic setting in as you started scouring through the halls of tanneyhill. coincidentally, all of the rooms were locked. rafe must’ve did that when you first mouthed off to him, having known how this night would end. “please, please, please!” you struggled trying to open the door to each room only to fall short when the knobs didn’t even budge. “come on..” you whined, rounding the corner of the hallway.

“you look so pretty when you’re scared.” you spun around on your heels, a half scream leaving your lips as rafe started jogging down the long hallway. running across the kitchen, and into the living room, rafe’s laughter echoed throughout the house as he chased you around the couch. “you’re gonna fuckin’ get it.” as a last resort attempt to throw him off, you grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa and threw it at him so you could run up the stairs. just as he caught it, he tripped over his own feet before you made your way into his study, crawling underneath his desk.

clamping a hand over your mouth, you panted softly through your nose as rafe’s footsteps sounded up the staircase. “so you decided to hide after all, huh?” your heart was slamming against your ribcage as he got closer. “i was really hoping you didn’t do that.” he almost sounded apologetic as he stepped into the room next door. you removed your hand from your mouth, fiddling with the ‘R’ pendant on your necklace. “if i get my hands on you.. god, you might just hate me.” just as it sounded like he walked past the room you were in, your heart dropped to your stomach when the door suddenly opened.

rafe walked around, stopping right in front the desk. “one of my favorite things about you is your perfume. it’s so sweet, it’s almost like you leave a trail behind you everywhere you go..” you didn’t even get to react before he was pulling you out by your feet, your screams echoing in his ears. “you make it so easy, baby, it’s like you wanted to be caught.” he pulled you up by your arms, dragging you out of the study and back to his bedroom. he forced you down on your knees, grabbing ahold of your chin as he fumbled with his belt.

“wanna talk back when i’m being nice to you? fine. i’ll just put your mouth to better use.” he said through gritted teeth. clasping your hands behind your back, you gazed up at him through your eyelashes. “listen to me when i say this, yeah?” he slipped his thumb between your lips, “right now you’re not my pretty little girlfriend, alright? you’re a slut.” your skirt rode up your thighs as you spread your legs, sitting back on your heels while you waited for rafe to stuff your throat full. upon his cock springing out of his pants, you whimpered pathetically at the butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

he stroked himself, a groan leaving his lips as he tapped his hardened cock against your tongue. “open that mouth, baby, you know how i like it.” you licked the tip, wrapping your lips around the throbbing head as he threaded his fingers in your hair. “i work all day, deal with my dad’s shit, fuck— all just to come home to that bratty behavior of yours..” he cursed under his breath as you took him deeper into your mouth. “ungrateful sluts like you deserve to be used like this.” you moaned around his length, your eyes widening when he hit the back of your throat.

“oh, my god,” rafe’s jaw went slack, his head tilting to the side as he watched you take him in and out of those pretty lips of yours. “look at me, give me those eyes.” you pulled away for a moment, gasping for air as you flashed your teary orbs at him. rafe didn’t know the logic behind it, but seeing you cry, so drunk off of his cock, he swore it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. “holy, fuck!” he smiled down at you, his hips stuttering as you took him inch by glorious inch. “my greedy little cock whore, ‘doing so good for me.” you batted your eyes innocently, the action making him hiss.

“i wish you were good all the time, now i have to hurt you, bambi.” he pulled you up, lifting you off of the ground before slamming you down on the bed. you gasped at the impact, your boyfriend sliding your bottoms off before giving you a light smack across your cheek. “you’re so wet down here, baby. shit, you’re just glistening.” rafe tore your thighs apart, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off as you ran a foot down his toned stomach. he pinned your thighs to your chest, his hands resting on the back of your knees. “you want this?” he ran his cock between your folds.

your eyes fluttered shut, his tip grazing your needy clit. “please give it to me. ‘wanna be good for you again!” you cried, a sob ripping itself from your throat as he thrusted into you without warning. “fuck!” rafe covered your mouth, ripping your top off so he could watch your tits bounce underneath him. the slick sound of your cunt filled the space of rafe’s room, your cheeks heating as you listened to yourself make a mess on his cock. “so fuckin’ tight, you’re pulling me back in,” he groaned, “i might just fill you up, ‘trap you with my baby..” you moaned, unintentionally clenching around him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he pulled your hair, forcing you to look down at where you two were connected. you moaned, your lips parting as you watched him pull out and slowly slide back in. “this cock looks like it’s splitting you wide open,” he brought a hand down and started rubbing hard circles on your clit, “my pretty little thing.” you cried out, your back arching off of the mattress when you felt the familiar tension building in your core. his hand was damn near the size of your head, your eyes rolling back as his cock kissed your cervix with every thrust. “gonna.. oh, my god!”

rafe groaned when your orgasm hit you, a piercing scream leaving your lips as a stream of wetness soaked his lower abdomen. you laid there shaking, your nails raking down rafe’s chest as you sucked him in impossibly tighter. taking his bottom lip between his teeth, rafe didn’t slow down the work on your sensitive bundle of nerves, overstimulation setting in when you started taking the pleasure with the pain. “no more!” you gasped, your thighs closing around his waist as you attempted to squirm away from his touch. he slapped you across your cheek, forcing you to keep your eyes open.

“you’re gonna fuckin’ take it. this is what you wanted when you decided to act the way you were acting earlier, huh? shut the fuck up and take this cock.” he shoved your head into the pillows, the entirety of his palm covering your face as he chased his own high, ignoring your screams and cries. rafe watched the tears flow down your cheeks, his fingers becoming wet as he groaned at the sight. “keep crying for me and i’m gonna breed this fuckin’ cunt— ah fuckkk!” rafe leaned down, pressing wet kisses to your neck before his hips stuttered, his mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“fuckin’ hell!” he uncovered your face, admiring the pretty curve of your lips while he came, those gorgeous eyes just twinkling up at him while he filled you to the brim with his seed. rafe nestled himself deep inside of you, stilling his movements as you two reveled in the feeling of his cum painting the softness of your walls. looking into his eyes, you could see the exact moment he switched into being your boyfriend again, his gaze softening as he cupped your face, his cock still twitching inside of you. pulling out with a curse, rafe was quick to pull you against his chest.

“you okay, bambi?” he pecked your cheek, rubbing a hand against your side as you blinked, still unable to form thoughts as your body occasionally jolted with the aftershocks of your orgasm. you didn’t answer, instead you snuggled into his skin, your eyes shutting as sleep pulled at your lids. you were going to be so sore tomorrow, your muscles already aching as rafe pulled the comforter over the two of you.

[herfinestblog]

NO NUT NOVEMBER !

synopsis 𝜗𝜚. how long the jjk men last no nut november—news flash! they don’t.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), face sitting, creampies, praises, dirty talk, implied multi rounds, riding, slight dom choso, praise, sub gojo, pūssy spanks, pussy drunk men, missionary, backshots, mating press, cunnilingus.

SUGURU GETO— Nov. 17th

suguru losing his mind trying to keep his hands to himself. staying away from you only makes him want more of that sweet, sweet cunt of yours—he wants more of you.

"sit on my face, pretty.” he licks his lips low hooded eyes getting a full view of your glistening cunt covered in your delicacy. he's laid back against the white pillow as you're hovering over his face, his warm breathy hit against your cunt sending a shiver down your spine, you gripped the headboard lowering your hips. "she’s so pretty." he watches the cute faces you make when he parts his lips.he’s nose deep, giving your pussy a wet kiss before spitting a fat glob of spit between your folds. his fat salivating tongue lightly flicked against your pulsating clit. he latched his hot mouth on your puffy clit sucking harshly on your bud before he release your twitching clit with a loud 'pop'.

"sugu," you whined chewing on your bottom lip. he brought his hands to the soft skin of your hips pulling your cunt firmly against his hot mouth. he's slowly dragging you on his tongue licking between your puffy folds. his lips are covered in your slick and your juices dampening his chiseled chin. "oh, fuck—" a sly grin spreads against his lips as you grip his hair, you moan you roll your hips back against his face throbbing against his tongue your sweetness dripping onto his taste buds.

"hear that baby? listen to her.” he whispered his rough voice vibrating against your cunt. you bite your lip listening to the sounds of his slippery tongue delving in and out of your sloppy hole tongue sloshing inside your pussy. he’s such a tease. his growing bulge forms a tint in his pants, he finds it cute the way you rut your hips against his face. the wet sloshes make him feral. he could eat you out for hours on end. he looks at your droopy eyes locking with yours, a cute mewl leaves your mouth as you feel your stomach coiling, his tongue lapping up against your slobbering folds.

he brings his sheen-covered lips towards your drooling cunt, giving it a teasing wet kiss. he closes his eyes humming as he continues to place kisses on your cunt—practically making out with it as if it’s your lips. “you’re so messy baby.” he purrs, he’s grabbing a hold of your legs, shoving his face deeper in between your plush thighs. your taste sweet on his tongue.

“suguu, please,” you whine making him open his eyes, pretty long lashes fluttering. “your fingers, sugu . . need them. please.” your pathetic sobs made a smirk spread across his lips. his rough hand landed a few wet smacks on your pussy.

his fat thumb sliding down between your slit makes you more sensitive than before. he's bringing a finger towards your sloppy hole watching the way you suck in his slender finger, then another buried inside of you, stretching your cunt out. you're soaked. your eyes rolled back letting out a loud moan. "you're s-so nasty sugu." you gasped, his cock twitching at the pretty view of you squirming on top of him. your breath hitched and your toes curled as he curled his fingers deep inside your gripping walls.

"so fuckin wet, gorgeous.” he fucks his fingers into your swollen cunt, still sucking on your clit. he's nose deep into your pussy, moving his head side to side the tip of his nose rubbing against your slit. “she’s so sloppy, baby.” he grins when your grip on his hair tightens tugging on his silky black hair. your thrusting your hips back and forth against his mouth. your legs felt like they were going to collapse as you rode his face. his fingers plow in and out, his tongue continuing slurping up your slimy arousal.

“hngh, make me cum, sugu.” your eyes are rolling back, he can feel you throb against his fingers. you squeeze tightly around him as his fingers thrust inside your [soaked] core. the wet squelches of his two fingers plunging in and out of your wet pussy bouncing off the walls. he watches your face scrunch up as his fingers press against your g-spot. “right there. right there, sugu.”

“c’mon, make a mess on my face pretty girl,” coaxing you further.

once your release comes— your body shaking and your knees fall weak. he’s grabbing your plush thighs as you're making a mess on his face. squirming in his firm hold as his pink tongue slurped up every last bit of your slick right up. he pressed a single kiss on your cunt as your body goes limp.

“mhm, how bout you give me one more, yeah?"

KENTO NANAMI— Nov. 29th

nanami breaks right before the end of the month. it only takes for you to tease him before he got his hands on you.

“f-fuck, sweetheart.” he panted heavily against your ear, you were sprawled underneath him, legs quivering on each side of his waist as he hovered over you big hands tightly clinging onto your waist—nails digging into your skin. you whimpered at feeling of his curved cock stretching and pumping you full. “how’s it feel?” his pussy drunk gaze ogled down at the print in the your stomach watching himself disappear into your slippery cunt. the wet sounds sloshing of your soaked core wetting up his hefty base filled the room bouncing off the thin walls.

“mhm good, ken.” you moaned, he stares at the way your tits bounce as he’s drilling into you, leaning his head down latching his warm mouth around your nipples, perky and plump. he’s lapping his salivated tongue over your nipples. his hands roamed all over your body, he’s so touchy—so needy. his sharpened hips rutting against you. skin harshly clashes as he pounded into you his fat cock prodding it’s way in your walls again and again.

his moves away from your mounds with a ‘pop’. “my wife so f. .fuckin’ messy for me.” his voice shaky, quickening his pace cock pistoling inside you. his blond brows furrowed letting out a low grunt as you squeezed around him choking up a moan—he always sounded so pretty when he moaned, his mouth hung open letting out heavy pants. you were drenched creating a sticky mess around his cock nanami stared in awe at how pretty you looked being all stuffed with his cock—it was lewd.

“kennn.” a gasp erupts from the back of your throat as his tip pokes at your tender spots inside you, your eyes close tightly.

“no, no look at me, sweetheart,” he whispered in a raspy voice. “don’t be shy, keep eyes on me.”your eyes flickered up at him, messy blonde hair falling over his face beads of sweats rolling down his redden cheeks, sculpted chest heaving. his curved cock pivots into your cunt even deeper, his thirst deep and rough his hips driving into you as you let out a small mewl he leaves sloppy kisses along your neck gently nipping at your skin. he’s rolling his hips into yours, curved cock pivoting its way into your soaked core neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling your skin.

“m’ not gonna last ken.” you babble incoherent moans as his pulsing cock rampages through your wet folds. you feel the prominent vein vein running down his curved cock. the warmth of your tight cunt making him go feral, he’s feeding you deliciously sloppy thirst. he grinds against you pressing his warm body against you, both your bodies are covered with sweat.

you gasp when he reaches a hand between your legs, he brings his fat padded thumb towards your sensitive clit, maneuvering a few rough circles. “give it to me, my love,” his eyes half lidded staring at you in awe watching the way you shake underneath him clinging onto his bulky biceps as he's stuffing you full on his inches pulling you close his tip nudges against the inside of your swollen cunt. “make a mess on me. ‘a okay baby.” his deep, slow thirst so intoxicating it had you seeing stars. you wrap your legs around his waist, ankles dug into his lower back. cunt clinging onto him tightly—throbbing even more.

“hm, there we go baby,” he’s talking you through it watching you shake underneath him as your legs tremble from your incoming release. a dragged out moan leaves you you’re creaming all the way down to his base. “such a messy baby.”

SATORU GOJO— Nov. 3rd

it only takes a mere three days to have you bouncing on his lap—letting him bury his cock deep inside you after clenching onto his last bit of sanity.

"missed you so bad, angle." he whined, pink lips falling into a cute pout as you're bouncing on his lengthy cock, he's taking in the pretty sight in front of him, his cock splitting your pretty pussy open. he wraps his arms around you holding you close to his body, your chest pressing up against his own. "teasing me with y-your hips their gonna kill me. fuck.” a sheepish grin spreads across his lips.

"fuck, toru." you place a wet kiss on his lips slamming down onto his bulky thighs. his cock prodding inside you with each steady bounce your swollen cunt pulses around his cock. each heavy pant and moan passing his lips gradually grows louder— he's completely whipped. your addictive hips make his cereluna eyes roll back and face became flush. both his hands trail down to your ass giving you a nice squeeze.

"only for you.” he hiccups, you can hear the neediness as his mouth hangs open mesmerized by the way your ass rotates and grinds against him before giving you a smack. "jus need you so bad.” gojo’s voice cracks as a moan ripples from his throat turning into a moaning mess. you continue to grind against him briefly clenching around his cock thrashing inside you, prodding against your snug walls. you can hear a tiny gasp leaves his soft pouty pink lips as your milky white ring trickles down his veiny cock, profusely leaving a thin coat around his thick base.

“such a messy baby.” you giggle as gojo leans back swallowing the thick lump in his throat as his cerulean eyes stare right into your. you let out a moan as his cock reached deep inside you sending your mind into a spiral as he repeatedly hits all the right spots. you pick up your speed as your body jolts against him, your jaw tightening letting out a cute mewl pouncing on his cock. he can't help but gawk at the way your body moves with ease with each drop of your ass ricocheting.

“hmph.” gojo pulling you into a deep kiss, your tongues your tongue colliding against his. he moaned in your mouth as he sucked against your bottom lip before pulling away from your swollen lips with a thin string of spit. you nearly drool when you feel his throbbing cock twitch inside your sloppy cunt, knees buckling as you grind your hips down. “keep going,” he pleads, leaving a tiny spank on your ass. “don’t stop, please.”white brows curl into a frustrated furrow. he’s close.

“you’re so cute, toru.” you hum, coaxing him further your hips start to increase in pace, and bounces start to get sloppy wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a peck on his now swollen lips as you slam down on his lap for the nth time.

“s-shut up,” his tone drowsy and fucked out. you watched as he became dizzy his breath becoming ragged his lips twitching feeling how soaked you were throbbing on his cock. his adam apple bone throwing his head back. your bounces started to get sloppy as the head of his cock pokes all your sweet spots, cumming almost right then and there your sloppy cunt hugging tightly around his cock. gojo could feel his blood coursing through his veins clenching his jaw the closer he got to his orgasm.

“gonna cum soon. shit,” he whined. you let out a moan when he squeezed your hips making you grind to weakly guide your hips back into him. his pecs abruptly clench and his mouth hangs open. you moan yourself as he hits a tender spot inside you. “oh, fuck.” your hips pause when you feel gojo’s cum pour into you, shooting inside a hefty amount of cum. his sticky cum dripping down the inside of your thighs. you kiss the bashful pout presented on his lips.

TOJI FUSHIGURO— Nov. 22nd

"fuckin girl," toji grumbles towering over you, he has you bent over back arched—just for him. he slaps your ass as you whimpered eyes ogling down towards your soaked core, practically drooling. realigning his reddened tip against your saturated folds. he already came inside you merely seconds ago filling you up to the brim, pumping you full with his sticky cum. "keeping me away from a pussy this filthy." he hissed, sinking his girthy cock back into your snug cunt, greedy walls clinging around him. toji isn't too fond of staying away from her for too long. his sharp hips rocked against you connecting with the fat of your ass.

he's so fucking big—the visible stretch of your puffy folds accommodating his fat cock drives him fucking crazy. you grip the plush sheets your toes start to curl and your tongue lolls out as his cock plows in and out of your cunt.

“oh my god,” you moan as he leaves a mean spank on your ass watching the way your skin recoils your ass pressed into him, before he left another smack. his hips snapping viciously making you jolt, heavy sack smacking against your aching clit makes your eyes cross. “nghh, so full, toji." he watches your back arch deeper into the mattress as you claw at the sheets, bunching them up in your clammy hands while his cock drilling his cock into you. you press your face into the mattress suppressing your loud moans.

"saved it alll just for you, heh." toji sucks his teeth, pausing he's stroke wrapping a hand around your hair, softly tugging your head back, pulling you up against his chiseled chest. toji gives you a smug grin. he groans as you wiggle your ass against him. he's watching your ass ricocheting against his pelvis both your bodies in sync with sticky skin clashing. his beefy arms attached to your waist yanking you back against his cock making sure you felt every inch of his big cock. “yeah, fuck me good. that’ss it.” toji grunts at your cute attempt to try and fuck him back. he pushes your legs wider dipping his hips at a deeper angle. "tryna milk me again, yeah?" he snickers with a raspy chuckle swiping his tongue over his lips.

despite his cockiness his eyes start to roll back, letting out a low moan his voice starting to become somewhat whiny from how good you made him feel.

“m’ gonna cum again, toj.” a firm grip holding onto your hips rutting his hips in and out of you.  your walls clamp down on his cock when his throbbing tip reached your g spot. he's feeling his breath start to hitch as your suffocating his cock entirely. you feel his hips snap into you like a madman . each deep angle of his curved cock have you whimpering, enough to even leave you drooling.

his jade eyes stare at your pretty back, perfectly curved just for him with tears of sweat running down. he leans over you pressing his weight on you. “gonna fill this pussy up.” you whine as he flicks his velvety tongue against your neck moving his hand towards your neck skimming his fingertips on your skin before wrapping his thick fingers around your throat with a light squeeze.

“do it then.” his leaky bulbous tip against your g-spot that makes you moan louder. the creaks from the bed grow louder as he rams through every part of your cunt, french kissing your cervix, making you whine. each breath you had became more shaky as he fucking you into complete oblivion.

“ah, such a nasty girl." toji snatches yet another orgasm out of you with ease. he’s making the sluttiest expression after you milk him dry. you let out a whine when you feel his hot ropes of cum pour into you hitting your womb before pulling out. “there we goo. atta girl.” he chuckles swiping his tongue over his scared lip plugging his cum back in with his thumb. just filthy. “go ahead ‘n bend over more time. ‘m not finished.”

CHOSO KAMO— Nov. 7th

"you’re takin me so well, princess.” choso mumbled.  he's being a bit more rough with you. you were laying flat on your back folded in half into a mating press your legs being pushed up against your chest. he's had you like this for hours, splitting you open on his cock and fucking you raw nonstop. choso didn't realize what he's getting himself into until he's clenching onto his last bit of sanity. it's nearly impossible for him to keep his hands to himself. he's rocking his body into yours his cock pivots inside your cunt giving you deep strokes. his dark irises staring deep into you how pretty you look all stuffed full of his cock, his thirst so sloppy. "your pussy squeezing me s-so tight.”

he's leaning into your touch, burying his face into the crock of your neck sloppily mouthing at your neck and gently nipping at your skin heavenly suffocated by his scent. you moaned into his ear as his tip continuously nudges against your bruising cervix again and again with such ease. “fuck you’re so pretty.” he listens to your breath being snatched from your throat. you turned him on without doing much—your lewd moans alone were enough to get him off. his hips harshly hitting against your pelvis swollen full base smacks against your ass.

“babyyy,” loose strands of hair from his usual pigtails were now disheveled falling over his face. you stare at his exposed chest all the way down to his toned stomach, sculpted abs clenching feeling himself pulse inside you. he's aching. . aching for more of you. every time he pulled back out you can feel prominent veins running down the underside of his cock molding inside of your walls deepening his thirst.

“ngh, harder.” his pace was relentless mean hips snapping into you your cunt swallowing his hefty inches. all you can do is whimper out, as he only focused on his only priority, to make you cum around him. you felt dizzy, his body pushing you deeper into the mattress. your sweet noises making his cock twitch, you always sounded so pretty.

"gonna cum. s-shit." his jaw clenches, now choso sure he won't last much longer.

"i want it inside, cho." you whimper in his ear, coaxing him further. you wrap your arms around his shoulders pulling him into a kiss his eyebrows knitted together as your fingers move the fallen pieces out of the way. he's shoving his tongue in your mouth, salivated tongue rushing over yours in a wet kiss. he pouts when you pull away to breathe.

"say. . .that again." choso head tilted to the side. he was speechless. his breath caught in his throat. choso swallows the thick lump that formed in the back of his throat turning fluttered as you grab his face. he felt . .aroused, yearning for your touch. you always knew how to make him so weak.

"i want you to cum inside cho. please." he losses it when he hears those words pass your lips. "wanna feel you," you'd babble out reassuring him.

"god, when you say it like that." it's like a switch off inside him. your arms wrap around him as his hips accelerate feeling his thrusts grow more sloppy. each thrust he presents has you losing your mind all over again. your nails claw at his back muscles flexing as he gives you as. he's fucking both, you and himself stupid. he gives you a lopsided grin. "you're doing so good f'me, baby." despite his praises he was still so whiny, whiny for you. he’s so sensitive. your walls hugs around him profusely as he whines.

“give it to me, cho.” you moaned pretty doe eyes taking in his features as he buried deep inside you. he's rolling his hips hitting against your sensitive clit, a bundle of nerves twitching. with his weight pressed against you, he could feel the heat coming from your body taking in your warm embrace. he loved the way you felt inside, the closeness of your bodies sticking together like glue, a translucent ring forming around the base of his cock.

he’s just holding you jackhammering his hips creating loud squelch’s against your cunt. he gives you rushed sloppy kiss moaning into his mouth. “fuck, baby.” he says in a raspy tone grunting as he pulls away from the kiss. eyes rolling back as his head threw itself back. he jerks his hips once more before he’s panting your walls white overflowing your cunt with his seed.

“heh, can i do that again. pretty please?”

[sooniebby]

Thinking, about a bottom male reader being the leader of a six member boy group. as your group gains more popularity, you like to check out the fans on Twitter. Through this, you accidentally come across the NSFW side.

Despite being uncomfortable at first, the fics/posts are too good that you end up reading them. You even begin to lowkey ship two of your members after seeing all of the ship edits of them.

It’s all fine and dandy until you finally come across a fic of you and the maknae, your youngest member. For most of the other ship fics, you top so imagine your surprise when this writer has you as a pathetic bottom.

This leads to the whole other side of fics with you as a bottom, a group of fans that disagree with the “alpha male” persona everyone else writes you as. And they continually write the maknae being the one to be your “top”

You almost begin to want that happen to you… the fics always comment on how much bigger he is now. So much of the posts showing videos of how much he manhandled you and how you would always just allow it. Sure, some of their posts were a bit too horny but you couldn’t lie and say that there were a few times he was looking at you like he wanted you.

Needless to say, you were starting to see him a new light. No longer your maknae to take care of. You couldn’t deny that it was also making you nervous to be around him. When did he get taller than you?

and just your luck, after trying to ignore him for a week straight, he comes to bother you in the recording booth. He grabs your phone to use and you don’t pay him any attention until you remember that you didn’t exit out of your side account that interacted with the fandom!

You expect him to be grossed out but instead, he’s almost excited. He practically pins you to the bed, holding you down with ease, as he whispers in your ear.

“If you wanted to get fucked so badly, you could’ve just asked.”

I’m now itching to write this, whatcha yall think?

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[makismei]

in the same universe as this :,) cw: toy usage, hint of brat taming, sadism & machoism, 18+ content, overstim, dubious consent, soft :(

“you’re doing it again,” he deadpans, knocking your thighs open, “keep. them. open.”

pearly slick oozes from your cunt, soiling the newly washed sheets and sticking to your inner thighs. toji sits in front of you, a blank look on his face but you know how he’s truly feeling from his eyes.

lidded and intently focused on your poor, leaky cunt, he mindlessly goes through a small box on the bed, feeling around for what feels interesting.

it’s your box of sex toys. the ones you used before you started dating the man in front of you. it’s been a while since you’ve reached for them, since it feels like toji knows your body wayyy more than you do, and also because he gets you there, he doesn’t let you escape until you’ve gone brainless from all the orgasms he’s blessed you with. why would you ever need to do the work again?

but toji isn’t all too familiar with adult toys. of course, he knows about the basics—dildos and vibrators, but when he accidentally stumbled upon this little treasure box of yours (his own words), curiosity took over him. he’s never seen pieces of silicone and plastic look so lewd, and the look on your face was so precious, he just had to try them.

“hmm,” lowly, he calls your name, “what’s this?”

heavy eyelids blink open, registering what’s in his hand before you shoot up, attempting to scurry away but your bed isn’t that big and his reflexes are out of this world—

“that’s a reaction,” he grins, eyeing the small red toy, shaped like a flower. “you used this one a lot?”

you shake your head, cheeks burning and eyes welling up with tears. crocodile tears, toji raises a brow, beckoning you to continue.

“‘s too much, it..” you trail off, breaking your gaze, but his hand guides you back, gently thumbing your cheek.

“you’re in control baby,” he whispers, “i won’t do anything you don’t want, you know that.”

of course you know, that’s why you let him do whatever the hell he wants with you. and frankly, him using that cursed little rose toy is making you more excited than you thought.

“it… made me squirt for the first time…” you squeak, speeding up with each word spoken, “i only used it a few times because the first setting was already too m—hold on, waitwaitwait—”

“this?” he drags you back, spreading your legs to make room for himself, “m’ gonna have fun with this.”

“toji,” you weep, anticipating, and he knows, a soothing hand caressing your thighs and waist, “m’ nervous.”

and toji knows he’s sick and utterly deplorable, because your reaction is turning him on. he’s excited, out of the few he’s tested already and the others yet to come, he has an inkling of a feeling that this one will be his favourite.

“s’ okay,” he coos, “what’s your word, gorgeous?”

“ginza…” the city you met him in. a little corny, but it works.

he hums, smiling. “you ready?”

you nod, shyly looking up before correcting yourself, “yes.. m’ ready.”

it doesn’t take him long at all to figure out the buttons. there’s only two after all, the power button and the other one that controls the settings.

the buzz makes you tense up, but you relax slightly under your boyfriend’s loving touch.

he spreads your lower lips with a thumb and pointer finger, whistling lowly. he lazily collects your juices, smearing it over your clit.

with bated breaths, you let out a quiet cry when the suction latches onto your swollen clit. back arching almost immediately, toji’s shocked by your reaction. he grins, amused. cute, he thinks, watching you drool and squeal.

you’re surprisingly still, muscles tense and lost hands trying to find purpose.

would it be too much if he started fingering you?

you let out a long wail, head jolting to look down at him. he’s smirking, pleased with your shocked expression.

but he’ll be nice, for now, only sliding in one finger as he eyes your reaction.

it hasn’t even been long, maybe just over two minutes, but by the telltale squeeze of your cunt on his finger he knows you’re cumming.

“already?” he laughs, crooking his finger just right, “no way.”

“i—i told yooouuuu!” you’re absolutely gone when he presses against that little spot inside of you, screeching as your body locks up. toji feels his finger being pushed out, a stream of liquid following, splashing lewdly from your cunt.

and god, just at the sight of you, the sounds you’re making—he’s about to lose it. but he grits his teeth, using a free hand to quickly hold himself off.

he takes the toy away, turning it off, but still stimulating you with his thumb. your body starts quivering from all the pleasure and it’s been a while since he’s seen you cum like that; he worries for a moment that he pushed you too hard.

but he lets you ride it out, quiet sobs of pleasure filling the room. your head is turned to the side, shaking hands covering your face. he praises you softly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to the inner side of your knee.

when he sees you’ve calmed down, he gently moves your hands away, pressing a kiss to your tear soaked cheeks, both sides, before kissing you deeply. you moan, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

when he pulls away, he cradles your face in his hands. “how was that?”

it feels like a fire ignites beneath your skin, his stare rapt and focused only on you.

your eyes shift away, meek and ashamed, “i liked it…”

“don’t get all shy with me doll,” he grouses, “i gotta know how you feel.”

your hips are still twitchy, eyes glazed over. “toji,” you whine softly, tears pooling in your eyes yet again and this time he’s actually worried. “m’ not lying… it felt so good, but i’m really embarrassed.”

“baby,” he coos, chastely kissing your lips, “s’ okay, s’ nothing you need to be embarrassed about.”

he turns you both over, so you’re laying on his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat, steady and true. the warmth of his body is soothing, his fingers tapping up and down your spine.

“toji,” you call, meek and unsure. he hums.

“i love you,” you mutter, raising your head, “i know we don’t say it a lot, b-but—”

he smiles, all the way from his lips to his eyes. his entire face lights up, “if i knew making you cum real hard makes you a softy—ow! okay! don’t bite me!”

he’s laughing, hand brushing the hair from your face. “i love you. more than you’ll never know, doll.”

it’s resolute, he’s so unashamed that it’s annoying.

you grumble, hiding your face in his chest. your breath stutters when you feel his cock poke your leg.

“sorry,” he chuckles, “he likes you.”

“shut up,” you mumble, hand reaching back. it’s searingly hot and heavy in your hand. you can feel one of his veins pulsing under your touch.

“sweets,” he panics, “s’ okay, jus’ leave it… holy shiitttt..”

you whine, thighs quivering at the feeling of his leaky tip pressing against your slit.

“tojiii,” you drool, looking up at him, “i want it.”

he rubs a hand over his reddening face, unsure. need is taking over him, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back. “baby, can you handle it?”

you nod, “yes, yes please,” you call his name, drawn out and needy and fuck, he’d be a shit boyfriend if he doesn’t give his lady what she wants right?

[wonryllis]

TEMPTING THEM DURING NO NUT NOVEMBER.

─────𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖢𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖨𝖭. 汚い ❛ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍" ❜

featuring. enhypen hyung line with fem!r wordcount. 1250 ( around 300 each ) check out the catalogue?

warnings. ⚠︎PG18! public teasing, groping, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dry humping, car sex, riding, handjob, shower sex, choking, clit rubbing, p in v obviously.

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

heeseung knew he fucked up the moment he agreed to take on the challenge. he knew it so so well, yet he decided he could do it and he could pull through the entire month if tried just hard enough. that he could keep his dick in his pants and not in you.

and it was hard. it is hard. his fucking cock twitching underneath his boxers as you discreetly palm him over his suit pants. right in the middle of a dinner with all his friends sitting around the table. unaware of your indecent touches and the looks you throw at your boyfriend.

batting your lashes at him while biting your lips, grabbing his thigh and then moving your hand up to squeeze his cock. it is absolute torture till it lasts. till his resolve breaks and he immediately drags you along to the nearest bathroom. his friends looking at the scene knowing he's done for— just a week into november.

“shit you just had to make me lose didn't you?” heeseung slaps his hand over your mouth, muffling your loud moans as he drills his cock into you. fast and rough; holding your thigh around his waist in a grip so tight it'd probably leave purple bruises.

he tugs you closer on the counter each time you move back from the force of his thrusts, skin slapping into red, painfully pleasurable marks,“couldn’t keep your hands off my cock for once,” he grunts, brows furrowing as you clench around him every two seconds.

“if you keep doing that baby, i might just knock you up with how much i cum,” he moves his hand from your mouth, his lips immediately find yours in a messy lock, nibbling on your lower lip in supressed groans and pants, his balls tightening up when he feels yours walls clamping onto him hard.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

if muscles could tear off easily. jay would be in shreds right now. the sheer amount of restraint it is taking him, each part of him painfully tense— beyond he ever felt in his entire life. absolute hell he is going through watching you prance around in just a croptop and freaking bikini bottoms.

his eyes almost popping out of the sockets with drooling desire and want for you as he follows along the way you bend over or reach up for absurd and insane reasons. purposely to tease him of course.

he is aware of what you are trying to do. he really is. but he still just can not seem to look away for the sake of his cock and the expensive dinner on line for losing. gaze continuing to follow you as you settle into his lap, arms draping over his shoulders and your ass resting right on top of his now hard cock. oh he's about to lose.

“had this dream last night and— fuck princess you couldn't keep your hands off me and— oh god it was so hot,” jay rambles, his hands gripping your waist guiding you as you grind your drenched folds across his hard cock. back and forth, back and forth. your wet bikini bottoms sliding off to the side each time you reach up to his tip. warm slick smearing over his twitching cock pulled out of his sweatpants just enough.

his soft gasps and grunts filling the room,”gonna lose the no nut but it's worth it,” his eyes stay fixated on your face, watching the way it twists with pleasure and how your lips form an o when you let a moan amidst the constant mewls.

only two days left, but jay just can't resist it anymore. feeling your thighs shake against his and your eyes roll back when he nudges just the tip inside.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

jake's knuckles turn borderline white against the steering wheel. grip so tight he might as well rip it off the console. he tries so hard to focus on the road, to keep his eyes and his mind on the lane. but god you make it impossible with your hand caressing his thigh. his gaze drifting down each time your pinky rubs against his balls. and mind drifting off to danger zone of no nut november.

a sharp intake of breath and a silent curse falling off his lips when your fingers trail over his bulge in a feather light touch.

calm down, calm down, calm down. jake chants repeatedly— don't get hard, don't get hard, changing the words when he inevitably feels himself throbbing and growing stiffer by the second— fucking don't get hard damn it, all futile for his cock practically springs against the fabric of his cotton pants after you brush over his tip. should have worn the goddamn boxers.

“oh yeah— oh fuck yeah— your pretty pussy feels so good baby,” jake groans against your parted mouth, the sounds leaving you, the way you bounce on him, the sweat trickling down between your breasts; oh he doesn't care it's only been four days since he decided to participate in no nut november.

“how did i even think i could live a month without you cumming on my cock,” his hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements as the car flaps with your lewd squelches in the backseat. the windows fogged up and filled with your moans and jake’s dirty mouth running rampant.

noticing your face scrunching up in pleasure, he immediately moves his hand over to rub your nub in quick circles,”god yes you're gonna cum for me?” his feet planting firm onto the floorboard before he starts pounding up,”me too baby, gonna fill you up so well.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

the cold shower did nothing to help his raging mind. and his raging cock. images of you begging for his cock flashing before his eyes on repeat. you were such a vixen when it came down to sex. knowing exactly how to tempt him in a way he would not be able to be resist.

it's only been ten days. sunghoon reminds himself, a hand rubbing down his face as he tries taking in deep breaths. coming home to you waiting for him right by the front door with fucking bedroom eyes was not something he was ready for. and especially not for the way you tried to persuade him to give up the challenge. pulling him closer by his sweatpants and throwing out the most sensual begs he'd ever heard from you.

it took every cell in him to deny you, rushing into the shower to avoid you before you could notice his boner. he did not lock the door though—

“fuck doll, keep doing that and i’ll cum so hard,” sunghoon throws his head back, water running down his chest and over your pretty little hands jerking his hard cock in sloppy strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, furious and wild despite all the warnings flashing red in his subconscious.

“shit shit shit— fuck wait—” as the tight coil in his stomach threatens to bust, he instantly pulls away. albeit only to push you against the glass wall, haul up your left leg, and shove his cock inside in a brutal thrust. his forehead resting against yours as he fucks rough. rough and mad.

his other hand reaching up to grip your throat in a light choke,”you were so desperate to be fucked, you just had to ruin my challenge didn't you?” thumb pressing onto your windpipe just enough while he stares into your glazed eyes,”so desperate for my cum,”

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[royalarchivist]

Tubbo just did a Q&A for his newly announced Realm SMP!

Here are some key takeaways and highlights from it:

Tubbo emphasized that the "team" behind Realm is just himself and Tangofrags. It's a chill server so friends have a sandbox to tell stories, do lore, and have fun.

Tubbo: "I just wanna have fun with my friends, dude. I'm not trying to be the big 'bringing communities together guy'. I just wanna play with my friends. That's a lot of pressure." (57m 12s into stream)

These are the initial 25 players, but he plans to add more people in the future, and he already has 5 people in mind to add for the next event.

There is NO mod pack! Realm SMP is vanilla, it's just custom texture packs and plugins.

There are no set DND classes, but people can use their skill points to unlock certain things on skill trees and build their own classes. Realm SMP won't be 100% accurate to DND.

Tubbo hopes to have an event every week, but he reminds people to "manage their expectations" because he's only one guy – he can't do events like Purgatory because he doesn't have a massive team like Quackity had for that.

[ Continued ↓ ]

—

He has a 6 month timeframe in mind, but if the server fizzles out in a month, then it fizzles out in a month. Realm SMP will last as long as people play it!

There's no plans for an in-game translator because it's expensive and also Tubbo "doesn't want to step on Quackity's toes" :(

Lore is dependent on what the people on the server do, he likes more freestyle flowing RP.

There IS a life system! Players have 3 lives, but it's only "semi-hardcore" because other players can craft an item to bring people back at 1 life. When a player dies, their stats are set to 0 and they go into spectator-mode. When they're revived, they are brought back at 1 life with all their stats back.

The Nether IS enabled, but the End isn't enabled yet because Tubbo wants to make a cool custom boss fight.

There's no big team behind the server, it's just Tubbo and Tango helping him with some things he might not understand (however, he has a team he wants to use for the New Year Event he has in mind). He may look into getting some admins to help enforce rules.

Tubbo says he's happy to do anything himself, but if people really want to be an admin, it'd be voluntary like a Twitch mod kind of deal. (He already has a team of people he goes to for admin stuff, it wouldn't be random people being admins). However, he says if his merch does well, maybe he can get 1 or 2 people to help.

Tubbo says he's been overwhelmed by the amount of support it's received so far, but he's a bit nervous too.

He says the Realm SMP concept came to him in a dream.

Realm SMP will have proximity chat.

Events won’t be all PVP-based because he wants people to enjoy the events even if they aren’t a huge Minecraft player.

The only two banned items are mending books and elytra, which will be tied to future events (elytra can be won in one event).

An hour before the server launches on December 5, he'll be showing off more features.

Please note that many details will likely change / be clarified / updated by Tubbo at a later date!

Check out this post for the rest of his Q&A and more details.

[open-sketchbook]

continue to be fucking pissed that people believe this is about voting

the way it's cropped removes the context that its about aaron bushnell, and shithead online leftists trying to score purity points by starting discourse about the fact he was in the military

it is a post about armchair radicals who believe that abstaining from action makes them morally superior to messy people doing work, protesting, fighting, and making sacrifices.

if you are a liberal of some kind, this post isn't about you, isn't for you, and you are not 'the left'. fuck directly off. it's not about voting for which team you want performing your genocides.

vote or don't, i'm not even american, just stop pretending i'm on your side.

[mintsturniolo]

my pretty girl (m.s)

bf!matt sturniolo x f!reader

a/n: i really need to start writing for chris again. i just got so much matt material. sorry y’all. i didn’t know how to end this fic so it’s kinda abrupt… idk.

summary: you want matt's attention and know just how to get it

You had just gotten home from a shopping trip and were trying on a new outfit you had gotten, when you heard your boyfriend Matt moving around in the other room. You had barely seen him the past two days as he and his brothers worked on different projects for brands and videos. Even now it sounded like he was on a call but you couldn’t tell who was on the other end of the line. You sighed loudly, hoping to gain his attention. When that was unsuccessful you decided on something you knew would always catch catch his attention. “I feel so ugly,” you groaned, causing Matt to immediately pause in the conversation he was having in the other room. Matt went back to the conversation he was having and you groaned. “I feel so ugly,” you repeated, a little louder.

“I’m gonna call you back,” Matt told the person on the phone.

Matt made his way to the doorway, a confused look on his face as he looked at you. “What did you say?” he asked.

“I just don’t feel pretty today,” you mumbled, doing your best not to break character.

“Don’t say that,” Matt pleaded hurrying over to where you stood in the middle of the bedroom. “Never say that.”

“But Matt…” you started to say, but he placed a finger over your lips, shushing you.

Matt sighed as he looked at you. “You’re not just pretty. You’re stunning.”

You were about to reply when Matt led you to the full length mirror at the other end of the room. “Look at yourself,” he said softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Look how beautiful you are.”

You couldn’t help but grin as Matt continued to compliment you. Matt turned you around so he could look you in your eyes, an amused look on his face. “You’re just fishing for compliments aren’t you,” he laughed.

You didn’t even need to answer. He knew the answer. Matt took your hand and kissed it, before pulling you against him. You blushed as he left several kisses on your lips. “My pretty girl,” he mumbled.

“Stop,” you giggled, loving the attention.

Matt left a trail of kisses down your neck to your collar bone before making his way back to your lips. “M’sorry I’ve been gone so much.”

“That’s okay baby,” you replied, as Matt took a step back.

“Is this a new fit?” he asked, looking you up and down. “I don’t think I’ve seen this one before.”

You nodded, happy that he noticed. “I got it today. What do you think?”

Matt smiled as he had you spin around. “Damn,” he said, pulling you in for another kiss. “Didn’t think you could get more beautiful.”

“Matt,” you replied, blushing.

“I’m serious,” Matt told you. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Matt ran his hands down your body, lowering himself to his knees as he left a new trail of kisses down your chest to your lower stomach. “Oh my gosh Matthew,” you laughed as your boyfriend looked up at you.

“Attention seeking or not, you need to know how amazing you are,” Matt told you as you pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I never want you to think otherwise.”

“I love you,” you said as Matt stood back up.

Matt smiled as he pulled you in for a hug.

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