#cunty behaviour

[anneeeboleyn]

renée de noailles from vying from versailles is the cuntiest woman to ever exist. she removed louise de la valliere from court and became the maîtresse-en-titre in her debut season at the ripe age of twenty.

then she proceeded to single handedly save the dauphin of france, frame and execute françois-athénaïs, madame de montespan and chevalier lou de rohan at the ripe age of twenty one.

now at twenty three, she's a duchess with her own retinue, with a new found relationship with hunger for power and corruption, a pro supporter of war.

truly serving cunt.

[jainkoa]

If you complain about people “trauma dumping” you’re a fucking weirdo idgaf

[vivizaii]

HELLO?? WHY IS HE SUCH A FUCKING CUNT I CANNOT WIYH THIS 😭😭🙏

[jasonisaacs]

"My grandfather died in his sleep last week. I don't see what business it is of yours." ALL FOR LOVE (1998)

[drspleenmeister]

Mr Norris, Mr Galitzine, Mr Sainz, Mr Zakhar Perez, kindly explain yourselves!!

[widevibratobitch]

sometimes i really wish i still believed in god so that i could get properly angry at him lol

[beachesgetpeaches]

if you are a swiftie (or anyone really) who has criticised matty and you are now applauding azeali a bnks for her clout posting really

the hypocrisy really does drip through and it spreads like wildfire

[sea-shelly]

max is seb and seb is max they are two sides to the same coin who took the same path with the same result. jfc seb said he would root for max in the biggest title decider ever and people think seb thinks he hates max 😭

EYE would simply not post about how poorly I understood my purported favourite!

[notdrifting]

everybody else just standing there looking badass:

bumi in his full body skin tights suit, shifting the weight on his hips in deep thought: great now what's the cuntiest way i can do that??

[thearchercore]

max going on a cunty anti fia campaign and getting all the attention after scoring front row on a track he historically despises and taking all the spotlight off mclaren... main character behaviour

[invodka-veritas]

As a former homeless person, I get extremely irritated when someone claims to be homeless but refuses temporary housing because it isn't permanent.

[snowddeong]

Live Yeji Growl (real)

[axelsagewrites]

Sandor Clegane*Brat

Pairing: sandor x f!princess!reader

Kinktober Day twenty-three: brat taming with Sandor Clegane – after growing sick of a princess’s bratty attitude Sandor decides to teach her how to behave

Word count: 2147

Warnings: brat taming, secret relationship, teasing, reader being a brat, jamie slut shaming, fingering, p in v sex, rough sex, spanking, degrading, swearing, smut 18+

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Your footsteps were somehow both silent and quicker than his horses, something Sandor loathed as he chased about after you. being your personal guard was apparently an honour however the past two years of this honour made him consider if locking princesses in a tower was still socially acceptable.

While sure you had your moments of being tolerable, sometimes even pleasant, to the giant they called your guard dog, right now was not one of them. Usually, he appreciated your sarcastic remarks to your younger brother Joffrey, agreeing with most of your snippy quips, however today it had led to a fight between you both.

This then led to you storming around the castle, with Sandor falling behind, then to a fight with your mother which Sandor had to listen to through a door despite being absolutely starving, then when he could finally go and eat you decided to go on a walk through the forest unannounced and he had to track you down and bring you back.

“Try not to get lost again princess,” Sandor said through gritted teeth, trying not to let his stomach grumble.

You rolled your eyes as you sat on your love seat in front of the fire. “I was never lost. You just couldn’t find me,”

Sandor rolled his eyes as he went to leave however Jamie fucking Lannister decided to stop him. “The queens requested for you to stay in this room and guard the princess,”

“What about my fucking break?” Sandor spat back, not having the same gentle voice as your uncle.

“Well, it will have to wait. There are Dornish ambassadors riding into court and we cannot risk her getting…lost again,” Jamie said, and you couldn’t help stifling a laugh making Sandor want to fling you out of a window. Jamie leaned in closer, whispering to Sandor and getting his slimy breath all over him, “Prince Oberyn is coming, and we cannot risk her sullying her reputation,” he said however only Sandor was able to hear him.

“But me staying in her room all night is fine?”

Jamie looked the hound up and down before putting on his most cunty smile, “Don’t worry. I don’t think anyone will question your activities. Goodnight Clegane, best behaviour princess,” Jamie called to you before leaving, the door slamming behind him.

Sandor Groaned as he began to strip off his cloak. Like fuck was he gonna be kitted up all night in this. “What did he whisper?” you asked, reaching over to grab a grape. Sandor couldn’t tell if the way you popped it in his mouth made him more hungry, horny, or fucking angry.

“Prince Oberyn is coming to court,” Sandor said as he tossed his cloak on a chair, “So I’ve to guard you all night so you don’t go falling in his bed,”

Most women would gasp or swoon or deny the accusation, but you just barked out a laugh. It was another one of your few redeeming qualities in Sandors eyes. “How much of a whore does he think I am?” you joked, picking up your wine.  Sandor stomped over to the table, snatching the wine from your grip before plopping down in a chair. “Hey!”

“Hay is for horses,” he grumbled, gulping down the wine, “You’ve been a fucking brat all day, the least you owe me is a drink,”

“My, my, swearing in front of a lady, a princess no less,” you tsked at him as Sandor began to unbuckle his armour, “Not very honourable of you ser,”

“I’m no ser,” he said, discarding the battered metal as he reached for the next piece, “And besides I’ve done far less honourable things to you than curse in front of you,” this was of course his favourite quality in his princess. Even when you annoyed him to his core you were still the best fuck he’s ever had. “Fuck you’ve said worse things than I have,”

“Like what?”

“You know what,” he chuckled, beginning to undo his breast plate which would leave him in just a shirt and trousers. “You and that dirty mouth of yours,” he said, thinking back to all the thoughts and whimpers you’d moaned in his ear.

He did his best not to meet your eyes as they travelled down his frame, “Watcha gonna do about it?” however sent a spark down his spine. Prince Oberyn was not the one they should be worried about sullying your reputation.

Sandor dropped the metal breast plate, ignoring the clatter in made as it hit the floor as he moved to stand in front of you. his hand gripped your jaw, easily holding your whole face as he made you look him in the eye, “Don’t test me princess. You’re already on thin fucking ice,”

“Why would I want to be on ice when I could be on your…” you said, eyes trailing down his frame with a fiery spark.

He growled as his lips smashed into yours for a brief kiss that knocked the air out of your lungs. He broke the kiss, pushing your frame back into the love seat making you gasp. Within seconds his boots were off, and his arm was around your waist, hosting you over his shoulder making you squeal. Your back hit the soft bed as you desperately tried to sit up, but he was already on top of you.

“How expensive is this dress?” he asked, his fingers trailing the neckline.

“Your annual salary,” you replied and gasped when a tear ripped through the air, “Sandor!” you gasped as the cold air washed over your bare chest, your nipples perking at the feeling.

He’d ripped it just enough to be able to pull it off your body without having to hassle with any ties or laces, “Please as if you wont just pout and get a new one,” he scoffed.

“I don’t pout!” you objected, now feeling more exposed under his hungry eyes.

Sandor laughed, his eyes moving from your tits back to your face, “All you do is pout princess. All fucking day,” he said, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb tracked over your pouted lip, “And all day I’ve been having to look at these fucking lips,” he said, his thumb prying open your mouth so he could stick his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue, “and think about how much better they’d look around my cock,”

His words sent a shiver down your spine that didn’t go unnoticed by Sandor. “Is someone excited?” he asked, his hand gripping your thigh before slipping between them. His fingers trailed up your slit and you felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, “So wet for me already,” he said, his smile dropping for a moment, “Suck,” he commanded.

Instantly you complied, sucking on his thumb and trying not to whine as he rubbed slow circles on your clit, “Good girl,” his head dipped, moving to kiss along your collar bones as his thumb slipped from your mouth. He rubbed the spit over your bottom lip before his hand moved to tilt your jaw up, giving him space to kiss softly up your neck.

You bit your lip, slight whimper escaping as he worked on your bundle of nerves. When his fingers slipped away you whined but gasped when you felt him push two in, “Cmon don’t act like you cant take it,” he chastised, nipping at your skin enough to make you gasp but never to leave a mark, “I’ve seen you take far bigger,” he said, grinding his bulge against your leg to emphasis what was to come.

His fingers began to curl slowly inside as his thumb rested over your clit. When you whined again, this time louder and enough to make his cock twitch in his trousers, he moved his other mouth to clamp over your mouth, “Quiet,” he grumbled, curling his fingers deeper making you moan against his hand, “You know the rules princess,”

You nodded, meeting his eyes for a moment before they shut as his fingers began to brush against a familiar spot. You could feel your peak soon arriving but when you felt him pull his fingers out not even his hand could fully cover the loud whine you made. “Gods you really are a desperate thing,” he chastised, his hands moving to squeeze your hips tightly.

Before you could protest, he’d flipped you on your stomach, hand coming down on your ass leaving a stinging slap. “Hey!” you whined only to be met with another slap.

“Behave,” he chastised, keeping one hand on your ass, fondling it as the other moved to push down his breeches, “Maybe if you behave I’ll let you finish around my cock,” he said, gripping it with one hand and with the other forcing you onto your knees, ass presented perfectly for him, “Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? me fucking you silly like some whore,” he said, running his tip up and down your wet cunt making you whine.

Instead of responding you grabbed a pillow, moving to lay your face in it when Sandor suddenly grabbed your hair, “I asked you a fucking question,” he growled, his tip pushing in slightly as your back arched.

“Yes,” you stuttered out.

“Yes what?” he asked, pulling your hair tighter, pushing slightly further in.

“Yes, I want your cock please I need it,” you whined, your hips trying to move further back onto to be stopped by Sandor, “Please I’ll be good,”

Sandor let go of your hair, your body lurching forward as you fell back into the pillow, “Wonder when I’ve heard that before,” he grunted, his hands moving to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass refusing to push his tip any further in.

“I promise,” you whined, gripping at the pillow, “I’ll behave I promise I-fuck,” you whined as you felt his cock sink further in.

Sandor hissed as he felt your cunt squeeze around him as he pushed his way in till he felt himself fully inside. He left one more slap to your ass, smirking at the way you bit the pillow instead of protesting at the stinging slap, before he started to set a steady pace.

His thrusts were slow and precise at first, making your whole-body lurch forward as he fucked you and your fingers tightened in the sheets. He could hear the stifled whines you let out and reached forward to grab your hair once more, this time gentler as he turned your head till the pillow muffled your mouth. Before you could question him, you moaned into the fabric as his pace began to quicken.

His slow thrusts had turned into heavy pounds that shook your body and made a knot grow in your stomach. His spare hand moved to squeeze your hip one more time before slipping forward to rub fast circles onto your clit. His grunts and groans were like music to your ears as your legs began to quake but falling was not an option.

Sandor cursed at the way your cunt squeezed around his cock, sucking in breath as he screwed his eyes shut. Despite how hard it was for him not to finish right there he had a job to do. He bit his lip, opening his eyes to appreciate the sight beneath him.

He could hear your muffled moans through the pillow and felt the way your body jerked and squeezed around him. “Aw is my little princess gonna cum?” he teased, his thrusts growing harder, “does she deserve to cum around my cock?” he asked but your response was muffled. Sandor pulled your hair, lifting your mouth up from the pillow, “I asked you a question,”

“Please sir,” you moaned like music to his ears, “Fuck please let me please,” you begged.

“Do it then,” he grunted, shoving your face back into the pillow, “Cum around my cock like a good whore,” his words were all it took to push you over the edge as your peak crashed around you.

However, this was not going to make him stop. Instead, his thrusts became harder and less precise as he fucked you mercilessly chasing his high while you rode yours out with eyes rolled back into your skull. It didn’t take long for him to feel the familiar twitch and suddenly pull out. With only two more jerks his seed spilled across your ass as his eyes screwed shut. “Fuck,” he gasped once he felt he could breathe again. Gently he moved his arms to lay you down on the bed.

You were too busy catching your breath to notice him searching for something till you felt him running a damp cloth over your ass to clean you up. “Still think I’m a brat?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck yes. But you’re my brat,”

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[stromuprisahat]

"I'm just about worn out with you crazy sons of bitches"

"You just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered"

I have only one fear and that is Will Graham in s3 b

[goldsainz]

TOUCH IT — one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

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request: “it's a lewis hamilton + "touch it" by ariana grande 🥹”

NOTE: this song is amazing! had the best time listening to it while writing this. i hope i did this idea justice, im pretty content with how this turned out. sorry for how i long it took me to get to this 🫶 (also this won’t get a second part)

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yourusername with the bestest boy

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ynfan1 you can’t just post this while we’re all scrambling to see if you’re single or not😭

tchalamet he’s got better drip than you.

⤷ yourusername he’s richer than you. how about that.

⤷ tchalamet okay now.

ynfan2 oh she is slaying even while going through a break up… cunty behaviour all around

lewisfan1 ARE YOU AND DAD STILL TOGETHER OR NOT??

ynfan3 roscoe is a child of divorce💔

lewisfan2 lewis liking from his account AND roscoe’s account… this man is not serious

⤷ ynfan4 need a man who’s obsessed with me like this

ynfan5 her being a dog mum is everything to me

lewisfan3 can’t believe lewis fumbled this hard

ynfan6 so y/n gets visitation for roscoe??

⤷ ynfan7 roscoe would throw a fit if he didn’t get to see her that’s his mum fr

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lewishamilton Living without you is not truly living.

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yourusername never being without you again 🤍

⤷ lewishamilton A month without you felt like a year.

⤷ ynfan21 A MONTH?! WDYM A MONTH?!?!

lewisfan21 mama y papa

lewisfan22 their break hit harder than my parents divorce

roscoelovescoco Thank you’s for bringing’s mum’s back

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ynfan21 thank you for the y/n pics kind sir🙏

lewisfan23 these two are my roman empire

lewisfan24 the most iconic couple iktr

ynfan22 THE SECOND PIC😭

sebastianvettel After all the pining I had to hear from you both, you better get married!

⤷ lewishamilton Working on it.

⤷ yourusername I’m sorry… WHAT?

⤷ mickschumacher I claim being the flower boy

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⤷ landonorris WOW.

⤷ lewishamilton …I haven’t even proposed yet.

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[oladyofhurtandochre]

Dragon and Wolf — The Spar

Hiiiii, this is a cheeky lil fic I HAD to get down when I got this idea. By idea I mean URGE to write for this man because holy smokes mans is FINE. I hope I did his character justice, hope all the creganwives™️ enjoy this. Reader indulges in cunty behaviour (not smut) . Please leave a like or comment to let me know what you think and if I should post more :) Seriously, interaction is my breakfast, lunch and dinner I will eat that shit up.

Pairing: Cregan Stark x reader

Summary: The new Lady of Winterfell needs to spar, but Cregan is in zone. He ends up in awe and even more in love.

Warnings: Swordfight? Violence but no blood. Use of the word bastard.

Enjoy! 💛

“My lord.”

The Lord of Winterfell does not hear your voice, enthralled in the dance of swords he is currently partaking in. He is stripped of his thick fur coat, but the loss of bulk does nothing to diminish his muscular figure as he lunges, parries and moves easily. He fights with the ease of a practiced soldier as snow flutters in the air. It is too easy to become enthralled with his arms, his brows furrowed in concentration, the sounds released from his mouth, accompanied by small clouds of warm air that disappear in seconds.

The courtyard is covered in a thin layer of snow that crunches only softly in the early winter morning. A few other men spar in pairs scattered farther from Lord Stark and his cousin. You stand beside Sara Snow, the beloved bastard of the keep, after waiting for the match to end. She turns, studying your face and how your eyes track the fight. Your annoyance at not being heard becomes more evident by the second.

“He will not hear you, not even if you shout.”

“I really should have flown with Narion instead.” You could’ve been soaring in the skies on your dragon by now, but no, you are waiting for your husband to notice you.

She laughs at the regret in your face before saying humorously: “But sister mine, the men have yet to witness your skill with the sword. It is time they see their Lady of Winterfell as more than just a Velaryon with a pretty face and terrifying dragon.” Her words become serious at the end as she turns to look at the men around her.

You shake your head, and unpin your cloak to reveal your sparring leathers underneath and the sword sheathed in the belt around your waist. “Well, I perhaps this will get his attention,” you say, quickly tying your Targaryen hair with a leather tie and stalking up behind your husband. Cregan’s opponent clocks you in a second; his shock gives the Lord the perfect opening to defeat him.

“I yield! My lord! I yi—”

“Cregan.” Your cool voice cuts him off as the auburn haired Lord of Winterfell turns in surprise, a smile on his face, about to sheathe his sword when—

You attack, he brings up his blade last minute, letting out a noise of surprise as you continue your unrelenting assault despite him not attacking. He backs up slowly, still parrying and dodging when you speak in between swipes and thrusts— “Fight me, my lord.”

He cocks his head, and grins. Cheeky.

The effort is balanced now, your swords clanging and screeching in the abrupt rythm of blades and stamina. Your vision becomes locked on just the two of you and your sword becomes an extension of your bones, parrying, twisting and thrusting. Cregan is just as invested, perhaps more so, and you both feel the moment your movements become almost synchronised; an intimate dance to which only you know the moves. Your breaths mingle when your swords cross and you resist the sudden urge to kiss him— and suddenly there is a small crowd cheering you on as your feet create a mural of tracks in the snow and your heartbeat is in your ears an suddenly there it is—

A gap. A pause.

You twist your sword in one quick movement, duck behind him, and he is on the floor with a pained grunt, sword a few metres away in the snow, you straddling him with your sword to his neck. The noise of the watching men and Sara rises in triumph and surprise. Your eyes land on his and your heart stutters. His gaze is dark, almost half lidded with desire and adoration.

“My lady.” His voice is low; only for your ears.

“My lord?”

“You,” he manages.

“Me?” You reply, grinning, head cocked to one side.

“You.”