#but like yeah I ain’t fucking with that

[chrissturnsfav]

if star made pornstar by nessa barett do u think chris could’ve been fucking the shit out of her in the studio and that’s how she got the moans in the bridge 🤭🤭 or she could tell chris that’s the vibe she’s going for and he immediately suggests that he does that? IDK IF IM BEING CRAZY BUT THAT WOULD MAKE SUCH A HOG PROMPTTTTTTT AUGGHH

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris helps singer!reader put her moans in her song

it’s after midnight in the studio, and your legs are tucked up on the worn leather couch while chris leans over the soundboard, head bobbing slightly to the beat looping through the speakers.

you can’t help but smile watching him—always so in his element. it makes your heart beat faster sometimes, just how effortlessly confident he is.

you clear your throat, heart thudding just a little. "chris?"

he looks up, a grin already on his lips. "what's good, kid?"

you toy with the hem of your oversized sweatshirt, cheeks heating up even though it's just him. "remember the song i've been working on for the album? pornstar?"

his brows lift, and that grin of his turns wicked. "yeah, i do. what’s on your pretty lil’ mind, huh?"

your stomach flips, but you press on. "i kinda wanna put, like, my moans in it. like, not in a gross way. just, y’know, artistic and stuff."

there’s a beat of silence before he laughs—low, rich, and full of mischief. "yo, you wild f'that." he steps closer, resting a hand on the back of the couch right next to your shoulder. "but i'm not gon’ lie...sounds fire. you tryna break the internet or what?"

you laugh nervously, covering your face. "stop! i’m serious."

he pulls your hand down gently, locking eyes with you. "m'serious too. but lemme guess—ain’t tryna jus' fake that, huh?"

"no..." you mumble, feeling stupid but oddly excited.

he tilts his head, smirking like he’s already got the answer. "bet. we can make this reealll easy, ma."

you blink up at him. "what do you mean?"

he leans in, voice dropping low and playful. "we record your moans live. like... i make you moan right here in the booth. get authentic wit' it, y’feel me?"

your jaw drops. "chris!"

"c'mon," he grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. "i know you wanna."

chris proves you right just moments later when you're perched in his lap on a desk chair, panties pulled to the side as you feel him filling your puffy pussy, riding him at a comfortable pace, mewling softly.

one of chris' hands are kneading the flesh of your ass, looking up at you with a smirk as he breathes heavily, the other holding a microphone up to your parted lips.

your hazy eyes flit down to his face with your brows furrowed in pleasure, the smirk on his lips sending a pleasure wave through you as you let out another soft moan.

he nods up at you, snickering breathily, "keep goin', you sound so pretty," he whispers.

chris' tip brushes against your cervix deliciously with every bounce of your hips, causing you to let out airier moans into the mic, your eyes rolling back as your fingers curl around his shirt for leverage.

he hums in awe up at you, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he squeezes the flesh of your ass, "mhmm, look at you," he coos quietly, lidded eyes burning into yours. "ridin' my cock like such a good girl, wanna go faster f'me? hm?"

you nod your head, swallowing hard as you pant softly into the mic. you adjust your position on his dick before bouncing your hips harder and faster, eliciting a loud whine into the mic and a low grunt from chris as his fingers sink into your skin.

"theeeere you go, that's my fuckin' girl, jus' like that, baby, keep ridin' jus' like that," he purrs quietly, hissing in pleasure as his eyes flutter close, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he feels you take him into your tight warmth deeper.

"m-mmph...a-ah...ah," you moan into the mic, your eyes rolling back as your jaw falls open, drool seeping past your lips, the delicious feeling of him stretching you going straight to your tummy, a knot forming in it.

your walls tighten around him hard, causing chris to groan deeply, letting you both know how close you are. "c'mon, take this dick, baby, cum all over it too, wanna feel that shit," he grunts quietly, looking up at you with lidded eyes.

the knot tightens in your tummy, your thighs beginning to shake as your noises become more high pitched into the mic, your pace on his cock growing sloppier and erratic. "o-oh god...a-ah.."

"mm, c'mon," chris mumbles, his chest heaving up and down as he feels his balls tightening as he gets close. "you so close, just cum f'me, mama."

the knot snaps in your tummy, your hips stuttering as you let out a cry into the mic, your walls fluttering around chris' dick as your knuckles turn white at how hard you grip his shirt.

chris is pushed over the edge shortly after you, his eyes rolling back as he gasps, his hand holding the mic to your lips shaking slightly as his fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, thrusting his hips up into you to ride out his high.

"fuck," he grunts breathily, lowering the mic from your lips as his head falls back against the chair, his eyes closing. you wrap your arms around his neck, panting into his chest.

he chuckles breathily, his arm coming around your back to rub it beneath your sweatshirt, "damn, kid, you really gonna break the fuckin' internet wit' this shit. loud as hell."

thank you for reading!! <3

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@chrissturnsfav ™

[witless-winion1]

My thoughts on the paralyzed!Polites AU

(Which I really should do more research on; inspired by this)

Odysseus cries when Polites first wakes up

Eurylochus almost cries. Instead just let’s out a very shaky, relieved sigh and tells his friend “I’m glad you’re back”

his vision is messed with in that classic “Eye for an eye” vibe

His left arm is broken and yet he still insists on greeting the world with open arms

“Don’t you mean open arm?”

“You hush, Perimedes.”

So much survivor’s guilt but he’s very thankful to be alive and honors his fallen friends with Ody and everyone else

He basically can’t walk without help

Odysseus carves him a cane himself

It has a bunch of super cool details, including a winion

Polites adores it

(perhaps they go back to the Lotus Eater island and kidnap a winion for Polites? Like a comfort animal. Give Polites, my Disney Princess Pancake, a familiar plz)

But Polites needs a lot of help with things that require both arms or both legs or gods forbid all four

one dumbass numbnuts comments “would’ve been kinder to let him die” under his breath after Polites wakes up

Captain nearly throws him overboard

obviously

“My best friend would be delighted to live life in whatever form it came to him! You shut your fucking mouth and if I ever hear you ask such wretched nonsense again I’m going to put you on latrine duty for a month, am I understood?”

Eurylochus has to hold him back during this

Eurylochus also immediately assumes position of bodyguard of Polites.

He and Odysseus soon begin fighting over this job

they decide to share custody

(eventually)

OPEN ARMS REPRISES BUT HES ACTUALLY ALIVE!!!!

plot? Oh yeah plot

lmao what plot

after the Cyclopes passes out Ody is too busy making sure his friend is okay (which he is not). He gets somebody to check the other smashees and then stays by Poli’s side (no, he don’t give a shit that he’s captain, you guys go stab his eye, he’s asleep it’s not that fucking hard)

Odysseus carries Polites when the Cyclopes wakes up

he’s too busy thinking about getting him back to the ship and calling the best doctors from the 12 ships so he tells everyone to grab the sheep and HUSTLE

Athena grabs him and starts with her “HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU? HE’S STILL A THRE-”

“ATHENA IM BUSY RN WE CAN TALK LATER”

“BUT HE’S STILL ALIVE-”

“WE’RE LEAVING BRO! HE’S NOT GONNA FUCKING SWIM AFTER US!”

they’re not on best terms for a while after that but they still reconcile after

then they get home! Whoop de do, congrant, 99.7777777778% of the canon plot avoided

when they get home and our sunshine is actually properly long-term treated, Odysseus and Telemachus’s first big father-son bonding project is to make Polites’ house more accessible for him

and Telemachus fucking loves Polites. Best Uncle Award. They vibe so hard that Odysseus cries

he almost cries when Penelope starts weaving clothes that are easier for his friend to wear. He’s a tiinnyyy bit jealous but he’s still so happy. And Penelope noticed and weaves her dear husband some clothes too, all his old ones are stinky asf

Eurylochus and all Poli’s friends from the ship still visit regularly. It’s just a big happy family

and nobody dies, not even Nobody

(except for those other guys from the Cyclopes cave but this ain’t about them)

[thefemmefatalexo]

Toji SMAU - When love was always there

Chapter 15 - Late Night Cinematics

Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.

warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying

an: i love them sm y‘all. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋

{chapter 14} ; {next}

taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie @clp-84 @stickystay

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

The cinema lobby was buzzing with activity—people shuffling to buy tickets, the smell of buttery popcorn hanging thick in the air, and faint chatter blending with the hum of nearby arcade machines. You stood off to the side, arms crossed and foot tapping a rapid rhythm on the tiled floor, glancing at your phone every few seconds. Toji was late. Again. You tried not to scowl, but the irritation bubbled up the longer you waited.

Finally, the doors swung open, and there he was. Toji strolled in as if he had all the time in the world, hands in his hoodie pockets, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His hood was up, and he carried himself with that same cocky air you always found infuriating. He didn’t look the least bit apologetic.

“You’re late,” you said the moment he was close enough to hear.

Toji raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You say that like it’s a big deal. The movie hasn’t even started.”

You glared at him, your voice rising slightly. “I told you to meet me fifteen minutes ago. You could at least pretend to care.”

“Why?” he said with a shrug. “I’m here now, ain’t I?”

The casual dismissal made your jaw clench. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard that one before.” He paused, digging into the pocket of his hoodie and pulling out a pack of gummy bears. He unwrapped it slowly, popping one into his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. “You done nagging yet?”

Your mouth opened to retort, but before you could say a word, Toji plucked a gummy bear from the pack and shoved it into your mouth. The unexpected move left you speechless for a moment, the taste of artificial fruit bursting on your tongue as he grinned at your flustered reaction.

“You talk too much,” he said, clearly amused.

You smacked his hand away, chewing quickly to get the gummy bear out of the way. “You’re such a—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he interrupted, cutting you off with a wave of his hand. “C’mon, princess, we gonna watch this thing or not?”

Letting out a frustrated huff, you turned and stormed toward the theater entrance, ignoring the sound of his low chuckle behind you.

Inside, the theater was dimly lit, the previews already rolling. You found your seats and slid into the one closest to the aisle, leaving Toji to take the seat next to you. He slouched back immediately, his long legs stretching out, one arm casually draped over the back of your shared armrest.

You shot him a sidelong glance but chose not to comment. Instead, you focused on the screen, determined to enjoy the movie despite his irritating presence.

At first, Toji tried to pay attention, but it didn’t take long for his focus to drift. The movie was colorful, sure, but it didn’t hold a candle to the person sitting next to him. He found himself glancing at you more than the screen. The way your eyes lit up during the funny parts, the small gasps you let out during the suspenseful moments, and that little smile you’d get when something particularly heartfelt happened—it was all more interesting to him than anything happening in the film.

When the characters began to sing, he noticed your expression shift. Your face softened, your lips parting slightly, and there was a light in your eyes that made him stare. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the way you looked in that moment struck him.

You must have felt his gaze because you turned to him and smiled, leaning in slightly to whisper, “I love, love. This is so cute, right?”

Toji snorted, quickly looking away. “Corny as hell,” he muttered, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a liar.”

The movie continued, and your hands occasionally brushed as you both reached for the popcorn. Neither of you said anything about it, but Toji’s hand lingered just a little longer each time, almost daring you to notice.

When the credits finally rolled, you stretched your arms over your head, letting out a content sigh. “That was so good!”

Toji shrugged, standing and shoving his hands into his pockets. “It was alright.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why did I even invite you?”

“Good question,” he said, smirking as he followed you toward the exit.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet,” you said, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him along. “You’re buying me a snack.”

He stopped walking, forcing you to turn and look at him. “Me? Buy you something? Nah, I don’t think so.”

You crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look. “I paid for the tickets, and you were late. It’s only fair.”

Toji sighed dramatically, as if you’d just asked him to move mountains. “Fine, but you better not make this a habit, princess.”

The diner you chose was a small, cozy place with bright red booths and a jukebox humming softly in the corner. You slid into a booth, pulling out your phone the moment your milkshake arrived. It was a towering glass of pink, topped with whipped cream and sprinkles, and you immediately started snapping pictures.

Toji leaned back in his seat, watching you with a raised eyebrow. “You really gonna post that?”

“Of course,” you said, angling your phone for the perfect shot. “It’s cute.”

“You’re such a dork,” he said, shaking his head.

You shot him a look, flipping him off with your free hand. “And you’re such a jerk.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, chuckling. “So, what? You just take pictures of food all day and call it a job?”

“There’s more to it than that,” you replied, putting your phone down. “I have to plan content, edit photos, engage with my followers—it’s a lot of work.”

“Sounds fake, but okay,” he teased, taking a sip of his chocolate milkshake.

You glared at him, but the small grin on his face made it hard to stay mad. The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about his football games, your future plans, and somehow ended up debating which milkshake flavor was superior.

The drive back to your house was quieter, though not awkward. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt while Toji kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on his lap.

When he pulled into your driveway, you turned to him with a small smile. “I had fun tonight.”

He smirked, leaning back slightly. “Don’t get used to it.”

You rolled your eyes, opening the door. “Goodnight, Toji.”

“Night,” he said, watching as you walked to your door.

As he pulled out of the driveway, his eyes caught something in the passenger seat. Your scarf. He picked it up, the soft fabric slipping through his fingers. It smelled like you—sweet and familiar.

When he parked in his own driveway, he still had the scarf in his hand. Instead of leaving it in the car, he brought it inside, tossing it onto his bed. Later that night, as he lay there in the dark, he found himself reaching for it. The faint scent of your perfume lingered, and for some reason, it made him smile.

He closed his eyes, replaying the night in his mind. The way you laughed, the way your eyes lit up during the movie, the way your hand brushed against his. For the first time in a long time, Toji fell asleep thinking about someone other than himself.

[milla-frenchy]

Another great chapter, hot as hell 😌😌😌

And that mood board 🤌 and the title 😍😍

(and yes, I love this mf 😌 You write him so well 😌)

I already told you but the whole beginning is absolutely perfect

What wouldn’t he give to bend the whore over his lap and spank your juicy ass and slutty pussy

And the degradation is chef's kiss 🤌

Joel clenched his jaws but then took a deep breath, calming his nerves, and returned his eyes to the tv. Then he mumbled matter-of-factly, feigning his interest in the show, “Hope ya ready to become a grandma then.” He saw his wife fidget on the couch. Yeah, now someone was concerned! “Why? What do you mean?” “I mean that if you let her behave like that, then wait for her to get knocked up by some blogger or any other unemployed fucker. No college, no career. Doubt your ex’s gonna be happy that she ruined her future right under your nose.” Joel glanced at his wife and shrugged like she’d done earlier. The naive bitch looked really worried.

I loved loved loved this!!! How manipulative this mf is 😏

“You got horny-drunk, yeah, babydoll? Could’ve called daddy. I woulda come down there, dragged you to the bathroom and pumped ya little cunt full.” “Really?” you asked with a drunk smile, your heart eyes set on Joel’s face. “Course not, dumb slut. I ain’t drivin god knows where on a Friday night to fuck you. Especially when I know that the pussy is gonna come to me.”

And this 😂😭

And then the smut 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I can't get enough of him, gimme all your sd fics 🫠🫠🫠

GIVE ME HELL

Stepdad Joel Miller x f!reader || 1,9 k

part 4 of A Step Into Hell || can be read alone

Summary: you come home drunk and Joel isn’t happy. He decides to teach you a lesson.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joel's POV, dub con (alcohol intoxication) but reader's very into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, mean!Joel, possessive!joel, jealous!Joel, pussy/cock pronouns, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, degradation, slut shaming, a lil bit of praise kink, daddy kink, spanking (1), cum eating, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of unplanned pregnancy, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions but wears a skirt.

A/n: huge thank you to 🎯 anon for the hottest thots😘 I used the schoolgirl skirt idea in this story, it suited the plot perfectly! Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and for loving the mf💋I hope you all will enjoy this part! Love you!💞

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

Here you were. Miss ‘I need daddy’s cock to sleep’ came back from a party, looking like a whore. Who was surprised? Not Joel. A tight top was showcasing your gorgeous tits perfectly, a schoolgirl skirt was so short it was barely covering your ass. But what grabbed Joel’s attention immediately was your slightly smudged make up and your glossy eyes. Even in the dim light of the tv illuminating the dark living room Joel could see that you were drunk.

Probably trying not to sway, you purposefully leaned against the doorframe to say hi to your mother, your voice slightly higher than usual.

Joel wasn’t fooled by your act. A mix of rage and arousal set his body and mind on fire.

Drunk slut! Probably dragged your ass home after being groped and rubbed against all night. What if some horny frat boy fucked you?

Joel’s blood started boiling and your mother’s nonchalant attitude to the sight of you made him clench his fists even harder.

You needed to be punished. What wouldn’t he give to bend the whore over his lap and spank your juicy ass and slutty pussy. Fuck! His wife was next to him on the couch.

“How was the party?” she asked you with a smile.

“ ‘s ok. Going to bed. Good night.”

And you turned around and went upstairs. No! Not gonna happen. You weren’t getting out of it so easily.

Joel turned to his wife with his brows furrowed, having put a mask of virtuous concern on his face and hiding his semi with a throw blanket.

“Aren’t you gonna talk to her?”

”What about?”

“Her state? You ok with it?”

Your mother gave him a shrug.

“Yeah, she’s a little drunk but .. she’s been at a party. And she’s old enough to decide for herself whether to drink or not.”

Joel clenched his jaws but then took a deep breath, calming his nerves, and returned his eyes to the tv. Then he mumbled matter-of-factly, feigning his interest in the show,

“Hope ya ready to become a grandma then.”

He saw his wife fidget on the couch. Yeah, now someone was concerned!

“Why? What do you mean?”

“I mean that if you let her behave like that, then wait for her to get knocked up by some blogger or any other unemployed fucker. No college, no career. Doubt your ex’s gonna be happy that she ruined her future right under your nose.”

Joel glanced at his wife and shrugged like she’d done earlier. The naive bitch looked really worried.

Daddy Joel to the rescue!

“Honey, don’t panic. I’ll handle it. Let me talk to her. As a father figure.”

“Really? You’ll do that?” his wife asked with hope in her voice. Joel took her hand and looked into her eyes.

“Of course. I care about her. Very much.”

He wasn’t lying. You were his perfect fucktoy and he took care of the things that belonged to him.

“Don’t be too harsh on her,” his wife said as Joel got up and quickly adjusted his perked up cock.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

Of course that was a lie. When Joel came up to your bedroom, he unceremoniously stormed in and locked the door behind him.

You were standing at your desk, smiling at your phone, probably sending out 1000000 slutty selfies from the party all over the internet.

“Hey! You can’t just barge in like that?” you exclaimed, pouting your pretty lips.

Joel placed his hands on his hips and grumbled with a glare,

“Wrong! It’s my house and I can do whatever the fuck I want. You on the other hand —,” he pointed his thick index finger in your direction and barked, ”— can’t!”

“What?” You seemed confused and tired but all Joel cared about at that moment were his heavy balls and stiffening cock, locked and loaded to ruin his stepdaughter’s hole.

” ’m here to have a talk with you.”

You giggled, “What talk? The birds and the bees?”

“Somethin like that,” Joel grunted, taking a step to you, and then pushed you to your desk.

“Joel!” you half whispered, half exclaimed, trying to stop him with your little palms on his chest, but Hurricane Joel couldn’t be stopped. He roughly grabbed your hips and made you sit on the edge of the desk.

“No… Mom’s downstairs…,” you mumbled softly, already melting when he settled between your spread thighs.

”Then be quiet. You can cry a lil. She’ll think you’re really sorry,” Joel sneered, looking down at you. His chest swelled with pride and dominance - he was big and strong and you were just a silly girl, who foolishly thought that she could do whatever she wanted. Hell no!

“Ya think you can come to my house drunk? Lookin like a whore who’s been passed around?”

You averted your eyes in shame, murmuring,

“Mm.. no. Jus’ had a few beers.”

“Did ya have a few cocks too?”

You shook your head before Joel grabbed your chin with two fingers and tilted your face up to look into your dopey eyes.

”You let anyone use you? Which hole? Bet your sexy schoolgirl skirt is soaked with cum.”

“No-no, daddy, I didn’t…”

He slowly glided his palms down over the fabric covering your hips and then pulled your skirt up, exposing your bare cunt.

A deep growl rose from Joel’s chest before he gruffed, his voice ringing with rage,

“Ya went to the fucking party with your cunt out in the open like that? Ready to serve any cock close enough to her?”

Joel's nostrils were flaring, his fists were clenching your skirt, as he was glaring down at you. He must have looked really scary because you widened your eyes and grabbed his thick forearms.

“Oh no-no-no, Joel! I took ’em off just before stepping inside. Like you told me, remember? No panties in the house.”

His dark eyes were darting between yours, searching for any sign of deceit.

“Hope you ain’t lyin to me,” he grunted, burning you with his fiery gaze.

“I swear, daddy.”

That ‘daddy’ really helped your case. Joel got more horny than mad and looked down at your pussy. Without a word he pushed a finger into your hole and you gasped.

“Did ya wet yourself? Or just that needy?” he asked, keeping the finger inside your sopping cunt. ”Who’s all this slick for? Someone at the party caught your eye?”

“No, I… I kept thinking about you, daddy.”

Joel smirked, “Yeah? What were you thinkin?”

“You… you doing things to me.”

“Hnggg,” Joel pulled his finger out of your hole and licked his skin clean with a lopsided grin on his glistening lips.

“You got horny-drunk, yeah, babydoll? Could’ve called daddy. I woulda come down there, dragged you to the bathroom and pumped ya little cunt full.”

“Really?” you asked with a drunk smile, your heart eyes set on Joel’s face.

“Course not, dumb slut. I ain’t drivin god knows where on a Friday night to fuck you. Especially when I know that the pussy is gonna come to me.”

You scrunched your nose and pouted.

“You’re so mean.”

“Ouch, you hurt my feelings!” Joel barked a laugh and roughly grabbed your pussy, making you moan. Then he leaned down to your face, so close your lips were almost touching, and you reached up to him, initiating a kiss, but Joel pulled away and instead squeezed your cheeks with his hand.

“I ain’t kissin your beer hole. And here’s the talk I promised you.”

You pushed his hand away and glared up at him. Your stepdad grabbed the back of your neck with one hand, your pussy with the other and continued,

”Ya got drunk. And drunk girls are always in danger of bein used. I reckon you better learn this lesson at home than at a party full of strangers, uh, sweetie?”

He shook his hand full of your cunt and you whimpered a needy “yeah”.

Then Joel pulled you off the desk and roughly spun you around. You squeaked but didn’t protest. Manhandling you was always easy, like dealing with a rag doll, especially now when you were drunk.

“We don’t have much time so let’s start,” he spit and pushed you down on the desk. In a second your hands were clasped by his hand behind your back, his huge cock bulge pressed to your naked ass, your holes ready for him to use.

“Daddy, fuck me,” you whined needily, wiggling your naked ass, brushing it against his hard-on.

Joel titled his head and grinned. The bitch was really desperate. You’d always been a slut for his dick but the alcohol seemed to have made you extra horny.

“You don’t deserve my cock today, slut, but all this slick can't go to waste”.

Joel let go of your wrists, tugged his sweatpants down and freed his leaking stallion. Then he roughly stabbed you with his length and shoved it to the hilt in one go. You took him easily, your pussy dripping with need for his giant schlong, and moaned into your palm, already fluttering around him. Suddenly, Joel froze.

“Wanna come on daddy’s cock?”

“Yeahhhh.”

“Yeah? Then work for it, baby,” he ordered through gritted teeth, keeping himself from bursting inside you — your cunt felt fucking fantastic as always.

“Daddyyyy…”

Your whine only made Joel laugh. He slapped your asscheek, and growled,

“Move! If your pussy wants the fireworks, ya better ride my horse cock. I ain’t doin shit for you tonight.”

He stood still with his hands holding your hips, his throbbing cock deep to the base inside you, while watching you squirm and almost cry with frustration. You begged him again but Joel didn’t move an inch while all his inches were being soaked by your crying pussy.

Probably having realized that he was serious, clumsily and slowly, on trembling legs, you started moving your body back and forth, exposing Joel’s shaft to his eyes and then swallowing it back with the greedy mouth of your cunt.

“Yeah, sweetie. You doin it, look at ya. Take what you need. Milk him dry, babydoll.”

Joel’s praise seemed to entice you, to inject some energy into your body, and you started fucking yourself with his cock faster and harder. Slapping noises filled the room as your ass was banging against Joel rougher and rougher. Your stepdad dug his fingers into your soft hips, watching you pleasure yourself with his hard cock.

“She’s so thirsty— wants to get drunk on daddy’s hot sperm, uh? — ’ll make her swallow it all to the drop.”

Panting heavily, Joel sounded intoxicated himself while talking about your wet cunt, seeing her rhythmically sucking in his fat length and spitting it out.

“Yeah, daddy. Please.”

“Good girl—,” Joel croaked and began emptying his balls inside you, pouring all his rage and jealousy into your pulsating cunt.

You came right after, almost crying on his exploding cock, pushing your face into your palms to muffle your ecstatic moans.

When Joel filled you full of his cum, he pulled out and stood over you splayed on the desk like a used fuckdoll. He was catching his breath, watching your winking hole drip his creamy jizz, then wiped his cock with your skirt and helped you up.

”If I see you drunk again in my house, I won’t let you come for a month, ya hear me?” Joel roared and you hastily nodded. Then his lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“I’m glad we had this talk.”

He looked you up and down again, shook his head and left the room.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!<3

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[z0mb1epuzzy]

I need to be dick slapped across the face by Josh

ouh… ohh…

oh fuck yeah.

josh washington x gn! reader

.✭ dick slapping on yo face, recording, very slight impact play (bc. dick. and like. one little hand slap.), DxS dynamic, sub!bottom! reader, dom!top!josh, begging…

no bc… him recording it… the bright flash of his phone camera making you squint your eyes a little, on your knees in front of him. “look at you, you are a fuckin’ pornstar..” his voice is all breathy, smacking your cheeks and your lower lip with it just to hear you whine, your lips all glossy with the mix of pooled spit and him smudging his precum on them, his phone camera still in your face, the flash emphasizing the messy sight in front of him…. but like he ain’t gonna let you have it that easy… NAAHHHH. you gotta beg while he taps it against your lower lip, he wants to hear you PLEAD… aaand.. if you try to take the initiative on your own, you’ll get a light swat to your cheek, his voice taunting while he keeps the light in your eyes. “Aw, what? you that desperate? huh? you that much of a whore for me? cmon, beg.”

cage me NEEEOW.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: All That Matters (Part 3)

Part 4

Even with all of Marshall’s efforts—his reassurance, his presence, the way he went out of his way to make you feel like you were the most important thing in his world—some days were still harder than others.

Like today.

He was back in LA for a few days, and you were home in Detroit, going through the motions. The kids kept you busy, but there was always a moment—usually late at night—when the doubt crept back in.

You had been scrolling through your phone, not meaning to fall down the rabbit hole, but one tap led to another, and suddenly, you were staring at a picture from an afterparty.

Marshall wasn’t doing anything wrong.

But there was a woman beside him—one of those up-and-coming singers, all perfect curves and confidence, leaning in just enough to make your stomach twist.

The comments didn’t help.

She’s bad as hell. Imagine them together.

She’d be an upgrade tbh.

They got chemistry.

Your fingers gripped the phone tighter, your breathing shallow.

You knew better than to believe online bullshit. You knew Marshall loved you.

But after everything… it still got to you.

So when your phone rang, and you saw his name pop up, you didn’t answer.

Then he called again.

And again.

You sighed, finally picking up. “Hey.”

“The fuck?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You tell me,” he shot back. “I been callin’ you for an hour.”

You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m just tired, Marshall.”

Silence. Then—

“Nah,” he said lowly. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, debating whether to lie. But before you could, he sighed.

“Baby, don’t do that. Just tell me.”

Your throat tightened. “I saw the pictures.”

He was quiet for a second. Then—“What pictures?”

You swallowed. “You and that girl at the afterparty.”

Marshall groaned. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? That chick talked to me for five minutes about music and people start makin’ shit up. You know how this works.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But it still sucks.”

He sighed heavily. “I shoulda taken you with me.”

You frowned. “Marshall, I couldn’t go.”

“I know,” he muttered. “And that’s the problem.”

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I hate bein’ away from you. I hate that you’re sittin’ at home, doubtin’ yourself, when all I wanna do is be there with you.”

Your heart clenched.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of those women,” he said firmly. “I don’t look at them. You’re the only one I see. And if me bein’ in LA or doin’ this music shit is makin’ you feel otherwise, then maybe I gotta change some shit.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

You frowned. “Marshall, your career is huge. You can’t just—”

“I don’t want it if it’s fuckin’ up my marriage.”

Your breath hitched. “Marshall…”

“I’d give it up tomorrow if it meant you’d never question how much I love you.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t want that.”

He exhaled sharply. “Then tell me what you do want. Tell me how to fix this.”

You wiped at your eyes. “I just… I wanna feel like I’m part of your life, not just waiting on the sidelines.”

Marshall was quiet for a moment. Then—

“Then you will be.”

You sniffled. “What does that mean?”

“It means I ain’t leavin’ you home anymore. If I gotta travel, you and the kids come with me. If there’s an event, you’re by my side. Ain’t no more of this ‘waiting at home’ bullshit.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s not realistic—”

“The fuck it ain’t?” he challenged. “Other people do it. And you ain’t just ‘other people,’ baby. You’re my wife.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Then, softer, he murmured, “I need you with me.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You inhaled shakily. “Yeah. Okay.”

He sighed in relief. “Good. Now, unlock the door.”

You frowned. “What?”

“The front door. Unlock it.”

Confused, you got up, padding toward the front of the house. You unlocked the door and pulled it open—

And there he was.

Standing on the porch, looking exhausted but so damn there.

Your heart stopped. “You’re supposed to be in LA.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well. My wife needed me.”

Tears slipped down your face as he pulled you into his arms, his grip so tight it left no room for doubt.

You buried your face in his chest, breathing him in, letting his presence melt away every insecurity, every fear.

Marshall pressed a kiss to your hair.

“I got you,” he murmured. “Always.”

And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed him.

[chvoswxtch]

It has been an expensive few weeks and despite being a very well educated scientist at a reputable institution, I make astoundingly little money. So I’d love to request a little action clip! I’m so taken with the idea of Frank just like casually stealing whatever money is lying around the place after he shoots up a mobsters joint and using it to help you with your bills 🤣

no bc why is living so expensive like where is the groupon for existing??

this one actually made me laugh bc I was thinking about in season 2 when he and amy go to that motel and he hands her that bloody wad of cash and she's like?? bitch what am I supposed to do with this??? and he's like???? pay for the motel dumbass

like he's so calm about it and truly does not give a fuck. he absolutely takes whatever money is lying around bc it's not like they're using it anymore 🤣 but ya know what, in this economy, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills (and neither does having a job apparently) so he's not wrong

blurb below the cut

the many saints of newark starring frank castle

The wad of cash that Frank pulled out and set on your dining table made your eyes widen. The faded green crumpled bills were speckled with what was undoubtedly blood. Staring up at Frank wide eyed, creases of confusion settled in your forehead.

“Where did you get this?”

“From someone that don’t need it no more.”

Frank shrugged off his jacket and walked over towards your kitchen, his heavy booted footsteps echoing on the worn wooden floor. You were still staring at him in incredulity. He’d just dropped what looked like a thousand dollars on your dining table with as much indifference as if he’d dropped a twenty dollar bill to cover take out for the two of you.

“Wha-, Frank, this is…what am I supposed to do with this?”

Frank turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, clearly perplexed by your question. Pursing his lips, he lightly scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Whatever you want. Get ahead on a few bills, buy some of that stuff that’s been sittin’ in your cart for weeks, save it, I don’t know. Your call.”

His casual behavior about the situation left you spiraling. You didn’t wanna know where this money had come from. You had an idea, but you didn’t need confirmation. 

“Frank…I can’t…shouldn’t we give this to the police?”

If he was perplexed before, he was full on confused now. He turned to face you fully, his expression twisted up like you’d just asked him the most ridiculous question.

“The hell would we do that for?”

“Well…because. It’s…I mean…isn’t it…like…”

“Sweetheart, it’s money. Money is money. Don’t matter where it came from or who had it. They ain’t got a use for it no more. Besides, better you have it and put it to good use than some crooked cop pocketin’ it, or it collectin’ dust in an evidence locker.”

Frank made a valid point. The logical part of your brain understood what he was saying. And it would definitely give you some breathing room, taking care of more than a few bills so that you could cut back a bit on how much you were working.

Sensing your confliction, Frank set the mug down on the counter and walked over towards you, lightly grasping your chin to get you to look at him.

“Look, only place that money is goin’ is in your bank account. Now either you can deposit it, or I’ll swipe your wallet and do it myself. But it ain’t goin’ nowhere else.”

You knew Frank wasn’t joking. And you knew you weren’t winning this argument. Letting out a quiet huff, you have him a pointed look.

“Yeah let me just stroll into my bank and hand them this bloody money. That won’t get me put on a watchlist.”

“For all they know the blood came from a papercut.”

Grabbing one of the bills and holding it up silently, as if to prove your point, you arched one of your brows. Frank glanced down at it, seeing the way crimson stained the faded green paper like confetti. Rolling his eyes, he swiped the bill and set it down on the table with the rest.

“For fucks sake, gimme your goddamn wallet.”

[solarecliipse]

secret valentine !

he’s oh so sweet with his words, he writes each word like it’s full of love, his love, and he gets a box of your favorite chocolate (or candies), tying them both together with red ribbon, he even makes it to school like a half-hour early to not get caught, leaving the confession in your locker as he smiles to himself, he spends the rest of the morning acting all chill, but attentive to your voice, just wanting to hear how you react to his valentine’s gift. at the end of the day, he’s nervously tapping on his foot underneath the school gates, and when he sees you come, he nervously smiles at you, hopefully you ain’t thinking of turning him down

kōshi sugawara, shinsuke kita, oikawa toru, tadashi yamaguchi, eita semi, osamu miya, keiji akaashi, aran ojiro

his friends are EXHAUSTED by his constant “of course i’ll confess, i just need to find the perfect moment” so when he says he doesn’t want to do it on valentines since “it’s so cliché” excusing his cowardice, they take matters into their own hands, and that’s why you find a bottle of your favorite juice on your bench as you arrive to your classroom, then a silly supermarket card along the lines of “i chews you” with a dog chewing a red heart, and finally a single red rose that’s got a tag with his name as the sender, god knows he was shocked when you approached him with everything in your hands

atsumu miya, lev haiba, daichi sawamura, hanamaki takahiro, tetsuro kuroo, hajime iwaizumi

he fucked up. because how could he be so stupid to not write his name on the letter? not even give you a place to properly confess? just a totally anonymous letter that anyone could’ve wrote, and of course some jackass had to take the credit, he watches as this guy goes over to you saying “oh i see you liked my letter” making you blush, but he doesn’t catch the way your eyes drift to him. he spends the rest of the day avoiding you completely, too embarrassed and scared to confront you about it, that’s until he sees the same guy flirting with some other girl, and goes running to find you, finally confessing that the letter was from him, to which you just smile softly “yeah, i figured” of course you knew his handwriting that well

kotaro bokuto, tsutomu goshiki, morisuke yaku, akinori konoha, yu nishinoya, tobio kageyama, azumane asahi

now he definitely wasn’t planning on confessing at all, wasn’t even that aware of his feelings until he gets a confession from another girl, he tells her he’s sorry, but he can’t return her feelings, she asks why with tears starting to form in her eyes, and it just comes out naturally off his lips “i already like someone else” his friends turn to him with inquisitive looks, and when the girl goes away they tease him about “giving such a poor excuse” he realizes it wasn’t an excuse, and just stands up, going directly to were you are, because he has to know right now if you could ever return his feelings

shoyo hinata, rintaro suna, kei tsukishima, kenma kozume, kiyoomi sakusa, issei matsukawa

n/a: i’m back!!! sorry for ghosting yall, anyways i love february and valentines soo, here’s some secret confession general headcanons, hope u like it!!!

[youreonmymind37]

Marty was studying hard in mechanical engineering textbook in his HS’s library. Brianna said to Marty, “I need help with my algebra. Can you help me?”

“I can, Brianna,” said Marty, “You mean now?”

“In my bedroom. It’s quietly there,” said Brianna resting her boobs on the library table.

“Uh….. okay,” said Marty eyes on her amazing breasts just peeking out on her cheerleading miniskirt. Brianna saw what Marty fixated on. The cheerleader said, “You like them? Maybe, if you teach me well, perhaps you might want to touch them.”

Brianna clicked her out of the library.

———

Saturday evening, Marty’s mom dropped him off just down the road from Brianna’s house. He rang the bell. Answered the door was Miss Roberta.

“One second, Steven,” Roberta said fixing her high-heel shoes.

“Ahh…. You’re Brianna’s mother?”’ said Marty.

“Oh, shit,” said Roberta, “This little bitch punks us!”

“Crap,” said Roberta with sigh, “I worked-out for nothing!”

“Oh, man,” said geek.

“Go home, Marty.”

“Uuuuhh. I can’t. My mom is in her lecture. And, the buses aren’t running this late.”

“You can wait in my home. I’m going to find a white wine.”

Marty follows her in her kitchen. “Can I have a glass of water, please”

“Go ahead,” she said taking a gulp of wine, “I was going to screw him. My fucking vibrator ain’t doing it well.”

“Ah…. You swear a lot for a libertarian, Miss Roberta.”

She found that funny. Roberta was unbuttoned her blouse. “So, you picked out your favorite colleges?”

“Yes ma’am”

Roberta sat down.

“My neck is killing, Marty.” Roberta motioned him to stand behind her and she took his hands and put them on her shoulders. Marty’s hands massages her neck, shoulders and upper back.

“I can feel my stressed going away,” she said. She unbuckled her bra and let it goes on the floor. “Lower,” she commanded him. She was skunked against the back of the chair. “Oooh, you’ve have the most amazing hands.”

“Well, I—“

“—shhhh. Quiet!”

In Marty’s mind, he understood what is going to happens. He whacked-off a lot of porns featuring mature women and teenager boys. He was ready.

“When did you turned 18?”

“March 3rd,” said Marty hiding his pecker.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Naw…. I mean. There’s a girlfriend up in Canada….”

“Really?” Roberta touched her glasses.

Marty shook his head.

“Hmmmm. I haven’t had a virgin for ages. When I was in college,” continued Roberta, “You’ve got a massive erection, Marty. Let me take care of your cock.”

Roberta pulled down his jeans. “Wow. Look at the size of it”

“Uhhh. Thank you?”

“I can teach you a lot of sexual positions, my favorite boy.”

Roberta hitch-up her dress and in one swoop her pussy was engulfing his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” said Marty’s libertarian, “You’re now my toyboy.”

Marty experienced having sex for the first time as a movie…, or, a lucid dream.

[chrissturnsfav]

can you pls write something about rapper!Chris spoiling singer!reader and when they get home her showing him how thankful she is???

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader is always grateful for rapper!chris' gifts

you’re sat in the passenger seat of chris' matte black maybach, window cracked just enough to let the cool la breeze play with your hair.

he’s got one hand on the wheel, the other tapping his thigh to the beat of the music blasting through the speakers—something unreleased that only you’ve heard. his voice rumbles low, cocky and effortless, rapping over the track as he glances your way with that signature smirk.

"we hittin' dior first," he says, leaning back like he owns rodeo drive itself. "then whatever the fuck else you want, baby."

you try to hide your smile, biting your lip, but he catches you. "why you actin’ shy now? i told you to wild out."

shopping with chris is never just shopping. it’s a whole scene. sales associates trip over themselves the moment he walks in, wearing chains and confidence. you stay close by his side, fingers lightly brushing his, even though you’re used to the attention by now.

he spoils you without a second thought—handing over black cards like candy, telling you to try on everything.

"you look fire in that," he says when you step out of the fitting room, voice low enough that only you hear. "but you already knew that, huh?"

you roll your eyes and chuckle, but your heart flips anyway.

bags fill the trunk by the time you're done, and when you finally pull back up to his mansion, your legs are sore from walking but your energy's still buzzing.

chris grabs all the bags himself, brushing off your attempts to help. "nah, i got it," he says, cocky but sweet. "you jus' look pretty 'n go inside."

inside, you kick off your shoes and follow him into the living room. he dumps the bags on the floor with a heavy thud, sprawling back onto the massive cloud couch.

you drop down next to him, curling into his side without thinking. "thank you," you mumble softly through an appreciative smile, toying with the hem of your top.

he lifts a brow, smirking like he’s about to tease you. "f'what? i ain’t do nothin'."

"for everything," you say honestly, wrapping your arms around his waist. "you always do too much for me."

"ain’t no such thing as too much," he scoffs. "you my girl. you deserve all that."

you sit up just enough to look him in the eyes, a little spark in your chest now. "yeah, but i mean it. i appreciate you."

he pauses, like he wasn't expecting you to get this serious, then breaks into that grin you love—the one that makes your heart skip.

"you sum'n else," he mutters, shaking his head. "but i fuck wit' it."

thank you for reading!! <3

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@chrissturnsfav ™

[hihomeghere]

the newest chapter to baptized by fire made me think of some things… arthur between charles and m/c, so overwhelmed by the feeling of being full and filling up his wife…….. m/c praising him and staring at his face screwed up in pleasure……… so sorry if u don’t take nsfw asks but i was having thoughts 😵‍💫

Oh I take nsfw asks 😏

Warnings/tags : Unprotected sex, anal, cursing, piv, Top!Charles, Bottom!Arthur, breeding kink whoops!

Divider by @saradika

Minors do not interact

“Arthur.” Your voice pulled the azure eyed man’s gaze to you. Nearly drowning in his pools, your hand rested against his cheek. His beard was coming in, the honey brown hair softer than the stubble he had kept. “Arthur.” You repeated, running your thumb over his cheekbone. His brows are pinched together, each breath a stuttering gasp as he twitches inside you. His thighs trembled against yours, his arms shaking in the same fashion as he struggled to hold himself up.

“‘M alright sweetheart just-“ His voice is wrecked, swallowing thickly as he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“You want me to stop?” Charles' deep baritone called from behind him, his hands strikingly dark against Arthur’s pale hips. 

“No!” His eyes shot open again, panicked now as he craned his neck to look behind him. “No just- just give me a minute.” You can feel him pulse deep inside you, clenching unconsciously around him as a small moan left your lips.

“Christ.” He nearly crumbled on top of you, his hair falling into his face as he hung his head. A deep rumble moved up Charles' chest, dimpling the flesh of Arthur's hips as he gripped him.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, chuckling softly as you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. 

“You ain’t- shit Charles.” Arthur groaned, his brows pulling together tightly. 

“He’s real big, ain’t he honey?” You cooed, smirking at him. How many times had he spoken those same words to you? 

“Course he’s fucking big.” Arthur panted, gripping the sheets beside your head. Charles chuckled, kissing Arthur’s freckled shoulder. 

“You just gotta relax.” Charles hummed, hooking his chin over Arthur’s shoulder. He huffed at that, closing his eyes. “Atta boy.” Charles cooed, kissing his cheek. “Can I move now?”

“Shit. Yes.” Arthur raised his eyes to look at you, gleaming with determination. Charles pulled back a few inches, before he slowly thrust forward. In turn, Arthur’s hips moved, pressing himself deeper into your warm heat. You moaned, laying your head back on the pillow as he turned your insides to mush. 

With each thrust Arthur lost more and more of his composure. Trembling and panting above you as Charles pulled whimpers and whines from his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed, sweat glistening on his neck. You tilted your head forward, running your tongue along his salty flesh.

“Good god.” He whimpered, his hips jolting forward. 

“You liked that, didn’t you baby?” Charles hummed, his voice low against Arthur’s ear. A shiver running down his back, gasping as Charles thrust harshly into him. 

“Ah!-“ You cried out, pleasure shooting through your core and down your legs.

“I can’t-“ Arthur choked, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“You can.” You said breathlessly, gripping his chin as you forced him to look at you. “You’re doing so good- so good honey.” You cooed, your gold ring glinting in the low lamplight. Charles grunted with each thrust, pushing Arthur further up the bed and deeper into you. You itched to wrap your legs higher on his hips, to pull him deeper. “You gonna fill me while Charles fills you?” You hummed, holding his face in your hands. His eyes, half lidded in pleasure, nearly rolled back into his head at your words.

“Y-yeah, imma fill you sweetheart.” He babbled, nodding his head. 

“Fill me up until it takes. Ain’t that right Char-les.” Your breath stuttered as Charles picked up the pace. The sound of skin on skin filled the bedroom, along with your harsh breaths. “Gonna fuck me full?” You whined, biting down on your lip as your toes started to curl. You could tell he was close, as were you. The coil inside your belly tightening, ready to snap. 

“Shit-“ Charles hissed above you, the lightning strike scar twitching as he clenched his jaw. 

“Charles-“

“No.” He growled, his eyes obsidian as he stared down at the two of you. Arthur whined, a pitiful sound ripped from his chest as he twitched inside you. “She comes before you do.”

Arthur’s hand moved down your body, finding the bundle of nerves between your legs with ease. Lightning flew from his finger tips as he rubbed against your clit. Your mouth opened in a silent cry as the coil snapped, your toes curling as you came. Clamping down around Arthur, your cunt milking him for his release.

“Charles-“ Arthur choked, his eyelids fluttering as his hand gripped your hip.

“Come.” Arthur collapsed, his groan nearly shaking the walls of the cabin as he came. A deep guttural sound as he poured into you, filling you with molten heat. “Shit, shit, shit-“ Charles huffed, his hips stuttering against Arthur’s as he pulled him flush to his pelvis.

Arthur laid his head between your breasts, his breath fanning against your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. For a moment the only sound was all of your breath, harsh and panting as you struggled to return to this plain. 

You wet your lips, looking down at Charles as he pulled out of Arthur. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as Charles cleaned up his mess between his cheeks.

“You want some water baby?” Charles asked, gently massaging Arthur’s hips as he kissed his way up his spine.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, turning his head to lay against your breast. He raised his hips, pulling out of you with a soft sigh. His arms wrapped around your waist like you were his personal teddy bear, nuzzling into your chest. 

Charles returned with a canteen, handing it over to Arthur as he laid down next to you. Arthur brought it to his lips, a trickle running down his chin as he greedily drank. He handed it to you, the cool water soothing your throat.

“Think you learned your lesson?” Charles asked, raising an eyebrow as he ran his fingers down Arthur’s back.

“Yes. Yes I did.” He huffed, cracking open an eye to glare half heartedly at him.

[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon... Chapter 9/?

<Chapter 8< / >Chapter 10>

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, sexting/nudes, unprotected sex, sex in front of a mirror, use of sex toys, sir kink, accidently use of daddy

The smell of coffee, and the sound of Noel’s voice woke you. It took you a couple of minutes to wake, letting out a tired yawn as you stretched before slowly untangling yourself from the crumpled bedsheets. You scowled at the light coming in from the hallway, the headache you had screaming for the light to piss off. You rolled over to face the bedside table where you found a bottle of water along with some painkillers and a note; I’ll have breakfast waiting x

You smiled to yourself as you forced yourself to sit up, groaning as your aching muscles protested. Fuck, what did we do last night?

After taking the painkillers and drinking most of the water, you slipped out of bed and grabbed Noel’s wrinkled shirt from the floor. You assumed Noel must be on the phone as you could hear him talking but you couldn’t hear anyone else. You slipped the shirt on and began making your way downstairs, the sound of Noel’s voice getting louder the closer you got to the kitchen.

Noel’s bare feet patted heavily across the tiled floor as he paced back and forth, dragging his hand through his hair and held his phone to his ear with the other. “What the fuck are you on ‘bout?” Noel huffed, “It’s not some fuckin’ gimmick to get people talkin’ ‘bout me…” His patience was wearing thin. His manager had called him about half an hour ago to tell him about that morning’s headlines. They were all talking about the pair of you and ‘the show’ you had put on for them. “She’s not a fuckin’ groupie... I fuckin’ like her, ‘lright… No. Do not tell anyone her name…” Noel huffed again. “Yeah, I know it was reckless of us last night but so what? I’m allowed to go on dates with me bird, ain’t I... Ya’ know what, I’m done. Fuck off!” Noel shouted and hung up. He leaned against the counter and let out a frustrated breath. He was furious.

Some of the things that had been written about the pair of you was ridiculous, and they made you sound like you were some gold-digging tart.

“Noel?”

Noel stood up and turned around to face you as you walked into the kitchen. His anger quickly faded as he looked at you. His eyes ran down your body, taking in the sight of you in his shirt, fresh out of bed, it was a sight he was becoming rather fond of. “Morning, love.” He leaned down to kiss you.

You pulled back with your own smile, blushing as you did. “Morning... what was all the shouting ‘bout?” You asked looking around the room.

Noel sighed softly, “Coffee?” He asked hoping to change the subject and walked over to the coffee machine.

You let out a soft sigh and walked up to him. “What’s wrong?”

Noel shook his head not looking at you, “Nothing.”

“I heard ya’ on the phone, Noel.”

Noel let out a heavy sigh before looking at you. “It was me manager. Apparently, we’re all over the front pages.”

“Ah,” You wore a worried frown as you looked down, “How bad is it? Just another picture of you staring at my ass or-” Noel showed you his phone that had an article loaded, your eyes widened as you looked at it. “Oh… that’s more than my arse.”

There under the headline, ‘Handsy Gallagher; Noel all over his new girl.’ – was a picture of you and Noel leaving the restaurant. The pair of you looked very very drunk. You had your arm around his waist laughing at something as Noel said something in your ear with his hand on your backside.

“It’s not too bad, I guess.” You looked up to him.

Noel frowned, “There’s more, love.”

You groaned. “I’m too hungover to deal with anything.” You leaned over the counter and dropped your head into your hands.

“You don’t need to worry ‘bout it, love. No one knows your name and I’ve told me manager to put anyone straight about the whole ‘groupie’ thing.” He let out a small chuckle.

“And that’s all fine until someone I know sees the pictures and decides to make some quick money by talking to the papers.”

Noel frowned, “M’sorry, love.”

You shook your head, “It was bound to happen, right?” You looked down at Noel’s phone and pressed another article link.

‘AKA… What a night! for Noel Gallagher’ – There was a picture of you and Noel sat in the back of his car with his arm around your shoulders. You were practically sat in Noel’s lap as the pair of you made out, completely unaware of your surroundings.

You groaned and put his phone down. “We must have been mega drunk last night. Behavin’ like a couple of teenagers.”

Noel chuckled, “I warned you I wasn’t gonna keep me hands to myself.” He pressed a kiss to your temple before walking over to the fridge. “What you want for breakfast?” He asked.

You raised your eyebrow and turned around to face him as he looked in the fridge, just noticing he was only wearing a pair of boxers and an undershirt. You smirked to yourself as you admired his arse. “Thought you said you couldn’t cook?”

“I can manage a bacon sarnie.” He smirked at you over his shoulder.

You nodded, “Bacon sarnie it is then.” You smiled.

As Noel set about cooking the bacon, you sorted the bread and plates. The two of you moved around the kitchen with ease like it was something you’ve been doing for years.

Noel had decided to go ahead to tonight’s venue before you in hopes to distract the press that had been waiting outside his place all day so you wouldn’t have to deal with them. The plan was for you to get there an hour or so before the show started, so you had plenty of time to relax and get ready. You had planned on having a bath in the extremely large bathtub with a glass of wine but then you discovered something in your suitcase that you hadn’t noticed before.

There, hidden away in one of the pockets of your suitcase, sat your pink vibrator and the butt plug. You definitely didn’t put them there which meant it had to be Noel.

You shook your head with a smirk, “The little-” You let out a small giggle, an idea popping into your head as you flicked your vibrator on.

Noel stood on stage strumming his guitar. They’d just finished practising ‘If I Had a Gun’ and as the others were busy tuning their instruments, Noel was playing around with a guitar rift that had been stuck in his head for a few days. The sound of his phone pinging in his pocket interrupted him. He pulled his phone out and began grinning; it was you.

Y/n: You alone? X

Noel: I’m practising, love x

Y/n: Yeah, but anyone looking over your shoulder? X

Noel: No. Why? x

Noel’s eyes widened, quickly holding his phone to his chest as he looked around to see if there was anyone looking over his shoulder before he took another look at his phone. Naughty girl, Noel thought as he looked over the photo of you. Your legs were spread with your vibrator slipped inside your pussy. You were clearly laid in the middle of Noel’s bed with his shirt still on. Noel had to readjust himself behind his guitar as he looked around him again.

Noel: You found it then x

Y/n: And what were you planning on doin with it? X

Noel: Having some fun with you x

Another photo popped up. You’d replaced the vibrator with two of your fingers but this time there was a glimpse of the butt plug nestled between your cheeks.

“Fuck,” Noel moaned.

“Chief?”

Noel looked up and quickly slipped his phone back in his pocket. “I, uh, need the loo.” Noel spun around keeping his guitar in front of him until he was by the side of the stage. At that moment he didn’t care what happened to his beloved guitar as he all but dropped it because all that mattered was dealing with his hard on.

A couple of hours later you were walking down the corridor of the venue backstage alongside Noel’s PA who had met you by the front of the venue. You were giddy and not just because you were buzzin’ with excitement for the show. Noel had tried ringing you after you sent your second photo, but you were ‘busy’, so you didn’t answer. It was safe to say he was worked up and you were excited to see what he would do.

You followed Noel’s PA into the band dressing room, your smile widening as your eyes immediately met Noel’s from where he stood. You greeted the other’s, ignoring Russell’s joke as you and Noel walked towards each other. “Hello.” You smiled innocently up at him.

“Enjoy your afternoon alone?” Noel asked, his gaze dark as he stared down at you.

You hummed, “Very much… you?” You smirked.

Noel let out a small growl, “It was a bit… hard.”

You giggled and looked up as Tim walked up to you with a drink. You thanked him as you took it from him. You could feel Noel’s eyes on you as you took a swig of your drink. “What?” You asked looking up at him.

Noel shook his head with a grin, “Nowt.” He looked you up and down, his smile widening. “You look good in a skirt.” He licked his bottom lip. “Real good.”

You looked around the two of you to make sure no one was near you before you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “I’m still wearing it.” You giggled.

Noel’s eyes widened as he met your eyes, “Seriously?” You nodded biting your bottom lip. Noel gulped and quickly took your hand in his, dragging you out of the dressing room without a care.

Your feet struggled to keep up with his large strides as he led you to what must be his dressing room. He opened the door and practically pushed you inside making you giggle.

“Someone’s eager.” You teased and slowly stepped back into the room, dropping your bag on the floor as you did.

Noel grunted as he slammed the door shut behind him. “You’ve had me fuckin’ hard all day,” He said as he stalked closer to you. “With all your teasin’… I’ve been a fuckin’ mess.”

“That was the idea.” You grinned, “It’s your own fault, Mr Gallagher.”

Noel’s eyes darkened and his Adams apple bobbed as he gulped. There was something about the way you called him ‘Mr Gallagher’ that got to him. He closed the gap between you by grabbing a hold of your hips and crashing his lips against yours.

You let out a heavy moan and wrapped your arms around Noel’s shoulders, letting his tongue enter your mouth. He began walking you backwards until you hit the back of the sofa that sat in the room, the kiss not breaking until you needed to breath.

Noel pulled back with a smirk. “You’ve been a bad girl today, haven’t you?” You let out a giggle as Noel’s hands moved down and squeezed your backside through your skirt.

“It’s good to be bad sometimes.” You leaned up and kissed him. “Have you ever fucked a girl with one in?” You asked as you softly laid kisses under his jaw.

Noel gulped, “... No...” He closed his eyes as you ran your tongue over his Adams apple and back up to his jaw.

You pulled back with a smirk, “Then this is your treat...” You turned around and bent over the back of the sofa. “You said you wanted to fuck me in this, didn’t you?” You wiggled your backside with a giggle making Noel grin.

He gathered the hem if your skirt and pushed up to your hips, moaning at the sight if your backside covered in black lace and silk. “This that new lingerie?” He asked as he stared at your backside. He could just about see the silver butt plug through the lace. His hard cock twitching at the sight. He never realised how much of an arse guy he was until you.

You nodded, “Do you like it?”

Noel looked at you with a smirk. “Take this off.” He ordered as he tugged on your Fred Perry.

You let out an excited giggle as you quickly pulled it over your head. You went to turn around to face Noel but he stopped you, pressing his chest to your back as he reached up and grabbed your throat, holding your face forwards. Your eyes met his in the large mirror that sat on the wall opposite the sofa.

“Look at how fucking gorgeous you are, love.” Noel whispered against your ear. His right hand gently stroked up your stomach until he reached your lace covered breasts. “Yer fuckin’ perfect, baby doll.” Noel cupped your left breast and ran his thumb over your nipple.

“Please, Noel, stop teasing.”

Noel smirked against your ear, “It’s not nice, is it?” He said and pinched your nipple making you moan loudly.

“Fine then, don’t fuck me before you go on stage. I’ll go stand in the crowd and find someone who will.” You sassed trying to move away from him.

Noel’s hand around your throat tightened as he stared into your eyes through the mirror, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Yer mine. You understand? Yer fuckin’ mine.” You gulped and nodded, pressing your thighs together. “Say it.” Noel ordered.

“I’m yours, Noel.”

Noel turned your face towards him and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was hot and messy, rough, full of passion and something more. The thought of what that something more could be scared you.

You pulled back panting and licked your lips, needing to rid your head of the thoughts, “Are you goin’ to fuck me or what, Mr Gallagher?”

Noel rolled his eyes with a smirk and let go of you, making quick work of his belt. “Perhaps I should put that smart mouth of yours to better use instead of fuckin’ you senseless.” He dropped his trousers and boxers revealing his hard, throbbing cock, the sight made your mouth water. Noel pushed you back over the sofa and moved your panties to the side.

“Just do something- fuck,” You moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth with your hand as Noel tugged on the butt plug. Your eyes screwed shut as he played with it.

“What was that, love?” You could hear the smugness in his voice.

A needy whimper fell from your lips, muffled by your hand as Noel slipped two of his fingers through your throbbing cunt.

“Not so fuckin’ gobby now, are ya’?” Noel teased, a smug grin on his lips as he stepped closer. He took his cock in hand and slowly rubbed the head of it through your wet folds. “I want everyone to hear you, yeah? Let them know who you belong to.” Your back arched as he rubbed his length a little firmer against you.

“Oh, gahd-”

“Fuck! Gonna fuck you so good, baby doll.” Noel moaned as his length slipped between your pussy, every inch of him getting coated in your juices. “Gonna fill you up, nice and full with my cock.” He groaned loudly as he grabbed your arse cheeks in his hands firmly, pulling them apart before he slowly slid his cock inside you.

The two of you moaned loudly in unison, Noel’s cock slowly inched inside of your cunt, sending shivers down your spine as it pressed against the butt plug. Noel’s eyes screwed shut as he tried to calm himself, the new feeling almost too much for him, but he’d be damned if he let this finish too soon.

Noel looked up into the mirror and met your already half lidded eyes. You were wrecked already. “You ‘kay, love?”

You nodded. “Please, Noel, move.” You panted, giving your hips a little wiggle making Noel hiss.

Noel began to move at a slow pace. He slipped his cock all the way in until his balls were flush against you. He paused for a moment, watching you in the mirror as you got lost in the pleasure before he began to pull back just as slow, squeezing a little tighter on your firm cheeks as he did so. He continued at this slow pace for a couple more thrust until you reached back and grabbed his left hand with yours.

“Faster, Noel. Please.” You begged, your eyes pleaded with his through the mirror.

Noel gulped and came to a stop, his cock once more fully inside you making you whimper, “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.” He worried.

You shook your head, panting, “You won’t... I trust you.” You gave him a soft smile, your fingers curling around his.

Noel nodded. He set of at a slow pace, gradually he began to move a little faster until he allowed himself to let lose, your pleasured moans spurring him on. “Fuck, baby.” Noel breathed deeply as he pushed harder into you sending another set of moans leaving your lips.

“God… daddy… s’good.” You cried out, lost in the pleasure.

Noel watched your reflection, his eyes focused on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust. He bit his lip, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked your harder and faster. The sofa slowly began to scrap across the floor, the sound mixing with pleasured moans and heavy breathing.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” You cried out loudly, the feeling of Noel bumping the butt plug inside your asshole as his cock moved in and out of your pussy made you feel amazing. “Shit! So close-“ you whimpered as you reached back and pressed your fingers against your clit.

Noel clenched his teeth as he felt you squeeze around his cock. “Fuck… Fuck… I-” Noel’s eyes closed tight as you came, your pussy squeezing his cock tighter. “Fuck!” Noel stilled as he cried out and came deep inside.

You let out a tired giggle as Noel collapsed over your back, his arms sliding around you as he did. Noel smirked against your neck before pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty skin.

“Uh, Noel,” You giggled as Noel hummed against your skin. “I can’t breathe.” You giggled.

“Shit. Sorry.” Noel slowly pushed himself up and carefully pulled out of you. Noel looked down between your legs and felt his cheeks flush as he watched his cum spill out of you. “Uh, there’s jm, towels and stuff in there if you want to clean up.” Noel nodded to the small bathroom that was in his dressing room.

You blushed and nodded, carefully walking over, closing the door behind you. You faced the large mirror and just stared at your reflection. What the fuck. A smile curled at your lips as you thought about what had just happened.

You quickly set about cleaning up, redressing yourself and removing the butt plug before you headed back out to where Noel was sat on the sofa that was still in the same place you had left it, the thought why making you blush even more. Noel had also redressed and was sat on his phone. He looked up with a smile, his eyes falling to the butt plug that sat in your hand and began blushing too. You bit your bottom lip as you walked over to join him on the sofa and grabbed your bag from where you had dropped it.

Noel cleared his throat as you put it away. “That’s not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to have some fun with ya’.” Noel smirked.

You raised your eyebrow at him. “Did you want to use it?”

Noel’s eyes widened comically making you laugh. “What? No.” He scoffed all flustered.

You laughed harder, “M’sorry. Your face… Fuck, you’re cute when you get flustered.” You said making Noel blush even more. “M’sorry,” You turned in your seat to face him, throwing your legs over his. “What did you mean?”

Noel rolled his eyes trying not to smile as he placed his hand on your knee and stroked his hand along your thigh. “I just meant, in bed. But this was fuckin’ way better.” Noel winked at you making you grin.

[the-broken-pen]

Not religious superstitious, not supernatural superstitious, but a secret third kind: theatre superstitious

I don’t care if you take god’s name in vain but if you say Macbeth in a theatre I will hunt you down and sacrifice you

[ipushedthewrongbutton]

i’ve been scratching my head over the whole watcher situation. I’m not a fan myself but got dragged into it cus of the people I follow, i only watched their puppet history series and the buzzfeed unsolved series from way back- honestly, i couldn’t care less if they locked all their stuff behind a paywall. I’m so neutral on this whole thing, i might as well be swiss.

but i’m not neutral? In fact, the whole thing really bothers me and i couldn’t figure out why.

cus i get it, yanno. As a company that thrives on creativity, i understand you’d wanna cut yourself off the mega-capatalist-giant that is youtube to get rid of annoying restrictions, and asking monetary support from your audience so you can really stretch the limit of your creativity. I GET IT.

And it STILL bothers me!

And then I figured it out:

the whole “any future videos they’ll be making will EXCLUSIVELY be available through a streaming service you have to pay a monthly subscription for” comes less across as “please support us monetarily so we can grow as creators”, and comes more across as “if you want to continue being a fan, or even being a part of the audience, you’re gonna have to pay up. You have no choice in the matter. It’s either pay, or you’re not a ‘real’ fan or a ‘real’ part of our audience.”

THAT’S what’s bothering me about it. It feels like they’re gatekeeping who gets to be part of their community with money (that not everyone might have). And knowing where they come from and how they started…. That’s… extremely tone deaf. To put it gently.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

ohhh god I think my brain’s broken or somethin cos at the sight of all the goddamn 9hr shift Saturdays and 4.5hr shift Sundays in my near future I legit bawled. Like I don’t DO that ok that is WEIRD for me. I miss having weekends. I should be BEING A TEENAGER ON SATURDAYS not standing in a small space for NINE HOURS

I genuinely think this is gonna be what makes me lose it

[lovelesslittleloser]

SO I know I haven’t posted anything FNAF related in a while. BUT

Some memes in this trying time?