#i fucking love this song you don't understand

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Ride

Summary: Javi's a ride you can't resist (aka, it's more PWP LMAO)

Word Count: 1.9K

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: It's all porn again, sorry- Javi's POV, unprotected p in v (pls do not do, but who am I to say), oral (m receiving), Javi is down BAD for you bouncin' on that thang, idk y'all, make men yearn insatiably 2025 is the motto for the year, I don't make the rules

A/N: Hey, remember when I said I was gonna write this and then didn't? Guess who finally finished this thing 🤠 Shout out to @yxtkiwiyxt for gracing my brain with this idea, and to @gothcsz for being insane about it with me!!! @jolapeno I'm dragging you into this, too heheheh y'all, it seems like it's 24/7 horny hours over here, so apologies about being insufferable for This Man™️ enjoy, before someone eventually (and inevitably) calls animal control on me!! (we're also considering this piece a research project, fellow pillow princesses rise up LMAOOOOOOO)

He doesn’t notice the way the corner of his lip has been turned upward since he left your apartment. The strain in his cheek muscles are the last part of his body he’s concerned about. 

It takes everything in him to pretend like he’s did have to waddle to his desk through the office this morning. While there’s a part of him that curses the fact he can’t handle himself the way he used to as a younger man, he’d be lying out of his goddamn teeth if he said that he’d never been happier to be this sore. 

And he’s only got you to blame. 

It’s safe to say his work efficiency is absolutely fucked today. The only thing he has the mental capacity for is the image of you, straddled across his hips, riding him until he was half way convinced he’d never walk again. 

It had started off innocent enough, your body draped across his on the couch, re-runs of a sitcom he couldn’t be bothered to remember playing in the background. It wasn’t long until you had found a way to crawl into his lap, cute and giggly pecks of your lips shifting into a frantic dance of tongues and teeth, hungry and needy. 

“Let me take care of you, Javi.” 

You had whispered it in his ear like a siren song, the sultry promise of your words making him grow harder by the second beneath you. 

It was a luxury he had forgone for too many years to count, to let someone else take the lead- to work herself slowly into his lap, worship every inch of him, and fuck him in a way he was convinced he’d never be worthy of. 

In Colombia, sex was far from luxurious. Better yet, sex was a survival instinct- a way to gain intel from questionable informants or a chance to finally numb his mind from the pressure and terror of the things he’d endured, even if just for a little while. It simply existed as another need, like food or water, a way to keep him alive in the chaos of a cartel ridden country. 

But now, he’s home. He wakes up in the morning to the soft Laredo sunrise and closes his eyes to the cicadas chirping as the sky shifts to darkness, unburdened by the weight of the world that used to haunt him. Now, he slips into bed next to the warmth and softness of your figure, curled in the sheets next to him. 

Now, the world is different, because he has you.  

Sex is no longer a need. It’s an overwhelming want that stirs his stomach every time he sees you. It’s a desire that burns deep in his chest, an all consuming thought, an itch he just can’t scratch. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t get enough of you. 

He still doesn’t understand how you can’t get enough of him, either. 

It’s not your words that solidify his belief that he’s worthy of you, even though every time you talk to him, he’s convinced he can’t breathe- He knows you love him from all the things your words can’t say. Your tender touch, gentle kisses on his lips whenever there’s a chance for them to meet, the way you can’t help but let your hands wander his body until they’ve explored every part of him with a fervent promise of desire. 

Perhaps there will always be a part of him convinced he’s not deserving of you, but with the way you have your hands wrapped around his cock, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, it’s all the convincing he needs for right now. 

It’s not long until your hands become your mouth, tongue dragging up and down the length of his shaft, swirling around his tip before sinking down so deep, he can feel the huffs of warm air from your nostrils tickling the hairs at his base. He’s lost in the warmth and wetness, hand tangled in your hair as he cradles the back of your head, gently guiding you up and down while you take him down your throat. 

As if he wasn’t wrecked already, it’s the devilish grin you shoot him with his cock buried deep inside your mouth, split dribbling down the corners of your curled lips, that has him all but whimpering, soft expletives and moans rapidly spilling out of him. 

He’s so drunk on you, eyes closed and head tipped back against the edge of the couch, he’s barely even registered when you’ve stopped, only looking up at you when he feels the way your weight has shifted, one hand bracing yourself against his chest while your hips hover over his cock. 

“You ready for me, cowboy?” 

He swears that one day that smirk will be damn near enough to kill him, but God knows he won’t let today be that day- not with what you’re about to do. 

All he can do is nod, the both of you breathless as you begin to sink down his length. It’s almost painfully slow, the way you’re taking him an inch at a time, teasing him the whole way down until you settle with him stuffing you to the brim, whining as your hips finally flush with his, taking everything he has to give. 

He’s not sure what higher power he needs to thank that you have the mercy to start slow- anything but the later, and he would have had no choice but to finish right then and there. His arms reach around your waist, fingers dipping in the dips of your hips as you roll them, like he’s holding on for dear life. 

Javi wishes his hands could be everywhere as you lean down to kiss him, that they could grope and grab at the plush of your breasts, cup your face, and smack your ass all at once. He needs you in a way that’s all consuming, a way that lets you know how lucky he is to have every part of you be his, and his alone. 

He’s handsy and fumbling like a goddamn teenager- you know it just as well as him. He should be embarrassed by the little giggle you give him in between the muffled moans of your mouths meeting, but he doesn’t care. Instead, for the first time in years, Javi laughs along with you. 

“Handsy, much?” You tease, nostrils crinkling and lips curling. 

“Can’t get enough of you, hermosa. Can never get enough of you.” 

You grant him one last kiss before you pull away, biting down on your lip as you watch his jaw drop at the way you shift your hips, leaning back to drag your cunt up and down his cock, sliding effortlessly with the way it’s drenched with your slick. 

The once forgiving ease of your pace has dissipated, your bottom half rocking as you ride him. He can’t decipher if the sultry smile spread across your face is from your own doing, or from the way he’s looking up at you, entranced and captivated by every movement you make. 

It’s enough of the second to seem to spur you on, bouncing faster on his length as your hands creep up your own chest, cupping your breasts in your hands to hold them as they jiggle. When your fingers slide across your pebbled nipples, tweaking the hardened buds between your index fingers and thumbs, Javi all but short circuits. There’s an extra ache in the way his cock throbs, watching the show you’re putting on for him. 

There’s something harmonious about the way your moans melt with the slap of your hips meeting his. Sure, it’s lewd, but fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard, watching you lose yourself in pleasure with the warmth and wet of your pussy wrapped around him. 

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so perfect. Look so fucking pretty bouncing on my cock.” 

He’s not sure how he even has the capacity to form coherent thoughts anymore, desperate and needy babbles falling from his parted lips like an endless waterfall of praises, just for you.  

“Feels so good, Javi. So fucking good.” 

Your cocky facade is beginning to fade, eyes scrunched shut in focus with every thrust up and down his length. It hasn’t taken him long to recognize the expression now plastered across your face- Javi knows it’s the reflex that tells him you’re close, that it won’t be much longer until you’re clamping down around his cock, the sound of his name hitching in the back of your throat as you cum. 

Your once methodical rhythm has transformed into something fiercely frantic, arching your back so that you can reach behind and brace yourself on his thighs, fingertips digging deep half moons into his skin. 

He’s too all consumed to do anything but watch, to take in the beauty that radiates off of every part of you straddled across his lap. 

He relishes in the melodic symphony of your moans, muffled and mixed with expletives between heavy breaths, lost in the soft sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, shimmering from the way you’ve all but conquered him, hips grinding down on him, taking all of him over and over. 

There’s a selfish war raging in his head amidst his mesmerization- One side wishing he could stay like this forever, keep you perched over his lower half, cock stuffed inside you until your bodies give out. The other prays you cum sooner rather than later- He won’t until you do, and lord knows it’s taking every ounce of self restraint he has left to make sure that happens. 

Fuck, maybe you really are trying to kill him. 

“Oh f-fuck- Fuck, I’m close, Javi.” You whimper, your grip around his thighs growing impossibly tighter as you furrow your brow in focus, not daring to let your pace falter, not when you’ve found the spot where the head of his cock fits perfectly inside you. 

“Use me, baby. Fuck- use me, pretty girl.” 

It’s not much longer until you’ve reached your peak, feeling the way you tighten around him as you soak his length with your slick, the once steady rhythm of your hips faltering as you cum. 

Your head thrusts back, chest heaving as you cry out his name, over and over, a sound he swears he’ll never tire of as long as he’s alive to hear it. Because when it falls from your lips, it stirs something so deep inside him, knowing he’s the reason you feel this way. 

That you’re his. 

There’s only moments until Javi’s following suit, fingers buried in the soft dips of your hips as he takes one final thrust, moaning into the crook of your neck while he cums, letting your pussy milk him of everything he has to give. 

The two of you have become a hot, sweaty mess of limbs, melting into each other’s bodies, unsure of where one starts and the other ends. But even with your head rested against his shoulder, he can feel the way your cheeks tense to house the smile spread between your lips. It’s only then he recognizes the same strain in his face, the subtle smirk he can’t seem to shake whenever he’s with you. 

It’s also then he realizes, as long as he’s with you, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to. 

“What’s that grin for?” You tease, sitting up to plant gentle kisses on his cheeks, brushing away the dark curls dangling over his forehead. 

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”

“Well, good thing I feel the same then, huh?” 

Both your smiles stretch wider as he cups your jaw in his palm, his hand just big enough to let the ends of his fingers wrap around the back of your head, pulling your mouth to his, letting your lips lock for a moment before you break away. 

“Thanks for the ride, cowboy.” 

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

P*RNSTAR- J. TODD, D. GRAYSON, P. PARKER

pairing: boyfriend! p*rnstar!jason todd x p*rnstar!dick grayson x p*rnstar!peter parker x girly!fem! reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: after months of dating jason, you finally muster the courage to ask if you can be in one of his videos... with some company. aka his two best friends dick and peter-to get all the right angles, of course.

warnings: SMUT! threesum!, daddy kink, size / manhandling kink, swearing, pet names, innocence kink, porn mentioned ofc, heavy praise, overstimulation, light spanking, giving and recieving head, fingering, cumming inside, masterbation, jason is super possesive- the boys tease the hell outta him... (this is super dirty heh)

quick authors note- thank you to the lovely person who left a threesum request in my inbox, i had this idea for a while to do something with this song in mind- so happy i could write this :) happy reading and happy valentines day<3

"i wanna hear you talking dirty/ i wanna see it on your face/ i wanna feel you put the work in/ i wanna watch you entertain / flashing red light (baby, baby, baby)/ baby, you're a star/ fuck me all night/ (show me, show me, show me)/ show me who you are/ pornst-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ar (pornstar)"- p*rnstar, nessa barrett

Some things you knew, but you didn't.

Like when it came to your boyfriend's income.

He had more money than you could ever dream of. And yet- it was still a blurry line of where exactly he got it all.

Jason had pulled you aside before things got serious between you two- indicating what he did for a living. It wasn't a dinner table conversation at the busiest restaurant in Gotham, but he wasn't ashamed of himself.

He was worried about what you would think.

If you’d splash your glass of wine in his face, and be done with it.

But you were calm and understanding when he told you about his OnlyFans. About how dozens of his Twitter videos had gotten millions of views, with him as the main attraction.

He didnt work in the professional industry, he had assured you- there was no film crew, bright lights and casting calls. It was just him and his phone, sometimes a mask or two.

He was nearly appalled when you just smiled, squeezing his hand.

“That doesn't bother me Jason, I promise. Nothing you could say or do could be a deal breaker for me.”

You didn't really understand it all, how it all worked- but you were supportive nonetheless.

He couldn't help but chuckle slightly when a few minutes later you asked him if he filmed with anyone else. Not that you were jealous or anything if there was- it was work and all, you had quickly added.

“No one else sweetheart. Just me.”

And that had been enough of an explanation for you.

You didn't love him for his money, obviously- but it was definitely a nice bonus. He always lavished you in diamonds and lace- leaving fancy little lingerie pieces on the bed he’d hand pick for you to wear.

“Fuck, we’re gonna have to get you in a video soon sweetheart. Look how pretty you are for me, yeah?” he cooed in your ear as he fisted your hair in his hand, forcing you to look over into the mirror as he pounded into you from behind.

It drove you crazy.

You matched his freak in other ways, you were eager to learn new things and he loved to take care of you- practically using you as a doll for him to fuck however he wanted.

One night he had caught you watching one of his videos you had found on Twitter, your little pants and moans leading him right to the bedroom when he got home late from drinks with his friends.

“Whatdya think you’re doing, sweetheart?” he called from the doorway, making you gasp and quickly pull your hand out from your sleep shorts.

“I’m s-sorry I was just seeing- Just wanted to know what you liked..” you trailed off, squirming as he took heavy strides over to the bed, lifting your head to slide his large knee under it, supporting your weight.

“Well don't stop on my account princess. Show daddy how you touch yourself, yeah? All nice n wet f’me?”

You couldn't get that night out of your mind.

It had been a week since he had caught you in the act, and instead of embarrassed you felt… hornier.

Somehow.

It didn't make sense, you were rather shy and quiet when it came to sex- unless Jason guided you to let go (which you loved). Sex wasn't foreign to you by any means- I mean, your boyfriend was a pornstar for god's sake.

But this?

This weird sense of courage, or pride to show yourself off with him? It was foreign.

You had sat on the idea for a little, and the more you thought about filming with him, the more wet your panties seemed to get at the idea.

It got to the point where you were so caught up in it, Jason had to sit you down on his lap- something he often did when you were either sad, anxious, clingy or in subspace- in the middle of the day.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You’ve been distracted all week. What's on your mind pretty?”

“S’nothing Jay.” you mumbled into his shirt, body going taunt as his hand came down to stroke your head.

“Princess you know better than to hide from me, yeah? Use your big girl words and tell  me what's going on inside that beautiful mind.”

You clung to his shirt, scrunching the fabric with a closed fist as you cleared your throat.

“I just- I was thinking a lot, lately. About, your work.” He stilled.

“And I think, if you’re okay with it, I’d maybe like to be in a video. If you’d let me, if you’re comfortable- I mean.”

Jason was frozen. All you could hear was his gentle breathing, the rise and fall of his chest as you lifted your head, peering up at him.

“Jay?”

“Are you sure angel? You really wanna do that?”

You nodded.

“I think it would be fun. And sexy. Ya know, like you showing me off…” you trailed off, and he smirked.

“You like that, don't you?”

“Maybe a little.”

He cooed at your confession, slowly starting to bounce his knee, just the way he knew drove you crazy. He swore he could hear you purring, like it was a cat who was curled on his thick thighs, and not the sweetest, most precious and innocent little angel he had ever laid eyes on.

Who had just confessed she wanted to film content with him.

Who knew what other tricks she had up her sleeve?

He was eager to find out. And even more eager to show you off, and remind everyone that you were his girl.

-----------------------------------------------

You had two other tricks up your sleeve.

And those two tricks consisted of Dick Grayson and Peter Parker. His friends, who just so happened to also film content.

Peter seemed to be just as surprised as you were, for going through with this- but more so at Jason.

“I’m surprised you’re willing to share your princess Jason. So possessive all the time, isn't he Dick?” was the first thing he said as he entered, tossing you a flirty little wink.

Jason responded with a growl, entirely proving his point as he started to shield you from the two men who flung themselves down on the couch, peering over at you with nothing but a look of hunger at your innocent little outfit- you had your thigh highs on with your short little pink skirt you knew drove Jason wild.

It seemed to drive more then just him wild, though.

“Jay..” you murmured, placing a gentle hand on his bicep,poking out from behind his towering body.

“I’m doing this for my girl. So make her happy, or so be it..” he grumbled at the guys, making Dick smirk cockily.

“Oh we’ll make her happy alright.”

“She’s so meek, like a little kitten. It's adorable, really.” Peter cooed, leaning over to look at you.

“I don't think we’ve met before angel. But Jason talks our ears off about you.”

“Good things I hope.” you giggled, your eyes meeting with Jasons. There was a darkness in them that you only saw when he was feeling feisty, when you acted out.

Good.

“Only the best things.” Dick chimed in, adjusting himself so he manspread on the couch, and you fought the urge not to stare at the prominent bulge that strained his gray sweats.

You felt a hand slip to rest on your hip, fingers digging into the skin as Jason tugged you closer to him.

“You’re gonna have to stop being so possessive someday Jason. This might be good for you. Like exposure therapy, or whatever.” Peter tsked, eyeing where his hand lay.

“Two rules.” you said, getting everyone's attention, three sets of eyes on you, all perked with attention.

“I want Jay in the room at all times. And, um if for whatever reason if I need to stop or don’t like something, we’re gonna take a breather.”

“Hon, thats a given. One hundred percent, no question.” Dick reassured, Peter nodding beside him in agreement. “And don’t feel pressure about money or anything okay? Even if you decide to suddenly stop- there's no pressure. Money is already on the table for you baby.” Peter added, making you chirp out a little giggle.

“Oh I’m not worried about money, I get plenty of that from him.” you looked over at Jason, his eyes soft and gentle as they stared into yours, as if he was relinquishing in the moment that this was really happening.

That he’d be able to show you off, and know that people could fantasise about your little noises as much as they wanted, but could never have them for themselves.

“I’m gonna go get her prepped. I’ll call you when we’re ready.” Jason stated gruffly, tugging you along like a lost puppy to the bedroom.

You looked over your shoulder, giving the men a little wave and a soft smile as you were guided to the bedroom, before the door shut, leaving you with Jason.

Heat pooled between your legs at the look he gave you, his hard, rough exterior dropping as soon as he was alone with you. He sat on the edge of the bed, manspreading as he silently coaxed you over to him with two fingers.

“You feelin okay pretty?” he asked gently, hand reaching up to cup your cheek, to which you nuzzled into.

He was warm.

“I’m perfect.” you said, making him hum in content. “D’want me to make you feel good baby? Get you all nice n ready before they come- have some privacy?” he cooed, canines nipping at your neck as you giggled, letting him sweep you up and guide you on the bed, lying down under him.

“Jay?”

“Mmm?” he hummed against your skin, planting gentle kisses down your neck.

“You’re mine. Ya know? You’re always mine.”

He stilled, eyes darting up to meet yours, before swiftly kissing you on the mouth with so much passion it sent shivers down your spine as you moaned, arching into the kiss.

He tasted so sweet, so good. It was only when he parted you realized you needed air, letting out a little gasp.

“I know honey. You got that tattoo to prove it. I’m not worried.” he winked, patting your inner thigh gently at the little heart that poked out from under your skirt.

“And you know-” he leaned in close, breath hot and heavy as it ticked your ear. “No one can make you feel as good as I can. They may think they know you, what you like- but I know you sweetheart. You’re mine.”

You moaned, and he cooed at you in content as you wiggled your hips, desperate for friction.

“Can you lift those pretty lil legs for me honey? Drape them over my shoulders, like we always do?” you nodded, complying immediately as you bent them up, so your thigh high socks brushed his skin.

“Gooooood girl. You’re always so good, aren't you?”

His fingers darted down to feel the wet spot through your panties, the pads of his fingers moving in gentle circles as you groaned.

“J-jay-”

He quickly tugged off your little cotton panties in one fluid motion, exposing your bare cunt to him. He bent you forward even more, so your legs were near touching the bed behind you as he examined you.

“Such a pretty lil cunt. So tight too.” he chuckled, rubbing a finger through your soaked folds, tapping your clit and making you jump before he slid a finger in, making you moan loudly.

“Yeah, that's the spot isn't it? Hey, hey look at me-” he guided, other hand coming up to squeeze your cheeks together, making your eyes stare into his.

“It's just us, okay princess? Just you n me. Keep looking at me, I know, I know it feels so good doesnt it?”

“Yess, yes fuck Jay-”

“Thats not my name, sweetheart.” he tsked, curling his finger as he slowly started to pump in and out of you, making you mewl.

“Daddy fuck.” you moaned, head loling to the side as you let bliss take over you- his sign to add a second finger.

“You’re doing so well for me princess. Thats it.” he coaxed, smirking at the blissed out face you made as he went deeper.

The door creaked open, Jasons head whipping back to glare at the guys. “I thought I said I’d call you when shes ready?” he drawled, movements not faulting despite his divided attention.

“She sure as fuck sounds ready to me. Not my fault her pretty lil moans were like a sirens call. Fuck me.” Dick whistled, leaning against the door as he watched you with wide eyes, your head rolling to see him and Peter enter the room, looking at you in awe.

“Shes a natural.”

“She is natural. We don't fake around here, do we princess?” Jason asked, and you quickly shook your head before another broken moan escaped your lips as he curled his fingers again, just the way you liked.

“She likes praise. Rough play, depending on how rough. Some degradation, but I only use it if shes being bad. She may look it, but shes not breakable. Fuck her right.” Jason instructed them, acting like you werent right in front of them, overhearing all of this.

It kinda turned you on more honestly, the way they just kind of let you go.

“Shes so pretty.” Peter cooed, coming over to the bed side, placing a hand on your cheek- just as Jason had done a few moments prior. You nuzzled into his touch, breathing in the gentle smell of his cologne.

You could feel their eyes on you, but it didn't feel uncomfortable, like you were scared it would.

No, it felt… nice. Rewarding.

“I’m gona turn this on now, okay angel?”

You nodded, and the little right light flickered on. “F-fancy.” you hiccuped, making them all laugh.

“Very. Only the best for you.”

You sighed softly as Peters hand trailed down, down to your breasts, squeezing one gently.

“Be gentle with her.” Jason murmured again as he stood, letting the two other guys get a feel for you. It was only fair, you supposed.

“Hi pretty. Is it okay if I flip this up?” Dick asked, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt.

“Do you want it off?” you asked meekly, and he shook his head. “And not show the camera how cute you are in it? In this little getup?”

He pinched your thighs. “S’not a getup its just my clothes- ohhh!” you squealed as Dick was spreading your legs apart, tounge lapping at your cunt like a man starved.

Beofre you could get out another moan, Peters two fingers slid between your parted lips, and your eyes widened in surprise before you obidenly sucked on them.

“You get her like this all the time, dressed like this? Jesus Jason we might have to come drink here.” Peter groaned, Jason only letting out a grunt in reply as he palmed himself through his pants.

“You take it so well sweetheart. Making your little boyfriend over there all hot and bothered.”

You moaned, squirming before Dick squeezed your thighs tighter, forcing you to stay in place. You almost cried at the sensation, his tongue circling your clit, tugging on the little nub.

“Think she's ready?” Peter asked. “You kidding? She’s been ready this whole time. I just wanted to get a taste. So sweet.” Dick hummed, poking his head up from between your thighs, chin glistening in the soft light.

“I get her first. Shes my girlfriend.” Dick rolled his eyes.

“Fine, fine yes, yes. So bossy, isnt he? Thats no fun.” Dick hummed as Peter slipped his fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop!, a trail of salvia stringing to his digits.

“Ngh-” was all you could get out as Dick flipped you over with no effort, gentle hands rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“S’okay bunny. We’re gonna let you cum as many times as you want. You can make a mess, okay?”

You nodded feverishly. “Am I doing good?”

“So good princess. So good. Can you open your mouth for Peter?” You lolled your tongue out, looking up at the man with glazed over puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck…” he murmered as he tugged down his pants, bundling your hair up in his hand. You felt Jason come over to place a gentle tap on your ass, his indication he was about to enter you.

You clenched in anticipation, barely able to get out a word before they both entered you- from opposite ends.

It was bliss.

Your moan vibrated straight down Peter's dock and he hissed as the sensation, slowly starting to work your mouth in rhythm with Jasons gentle thrusts. He wasn't as rough as he usually was, and you knew it was because of the sudden changes in the bedroom.

He didn't want you to get overwhelmed, and you were thankful for it. All the attention had you buzzing, the praise spewing from their mouths sending like prayers at mass.

“Fuck princess you’re so fucking tight. Always so tight.” Jason growled, tossing his head back in bliss as he spread your ass, plunging into you deeper. You mewled, eyes staring up into Peters, full of lust.

He looked so beautiful, peering down at you from this angle. So tall and handsome, his happy trail brushed against your nose as you took him deep, gagging slightly at his size.

The sound just spurred him on even more, as he fucked your mouth harder, before you gasped for air, tears starting to stream from your waterline.

“S’much, so big-” you sputtered out, gasping for air, mascara smudging down your cheeks.

“My pretty little girl, did so good.” Dicks hands caressed you, hiking up your shirt, for the skin on skin contact.

He let out a little gasp, fingers tracing the ink that dotted your lower back. “My god…” he murmured at your tramp stamp that said princess, with little swirls and stars.

Jason had got it for you, holding your hand the whole time, and planting kisses on your head as you braved through the pain. You had wanted one for months, but could never find the courage to get one, or the money to be spending freely on things like that.

Until- you met Jason, of course.

“I know. Ain't she a treat? Helped her pick it out myself.” Jason smirked, giving your ass a smack.

“Daddy..” you whimpered, head falling down into the sheets without Peter's support.

“My turn. You’re on exposure therapy, remember?” Dick said, about to shoo Jason off before you cried out.

“W-wait I’m about to cum just- please, please-” you begged, more tears starting to stream down from your eyes from the overstimulation your body was feeling.

Legs began to shake as Jason grumbled something incoherent, fucking you harder and deeper, so hard you started to jolt forward down into the sheets.

You reached your hand out and you felt Peters hand cup over yours, his thumb softly stroking your skin in little circles. “You’re doing so good honey. You feelin good? Gonna cum for your daddies?"

You whimpered, nodding as you squeezed his hand as you cried out loudly, cumming on Jason's dick with no warning.

“Fuck. Fuck good girl princess I’m gonna fuck- fucking stay there and let me fill you up.” he groaned, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before you felt the warm, sticky liquid fill up your insides.

Dicks eyes widened in shock, completely forgetting about the camera that was currently focused on the four of you, whipping his head to Jason.

“Wait can you d-”

“M’on the pill.” you heaved out, trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck. Fuckin hell, move.” Dick groaned, quickly taking Jasons place, wasting no time to plunge deep into you, shoving Jasons leaking cum back inside as he fucked you slowly.

You swore you saw stars behind your eyes as Peter started to slip his fingers back in your mouth, relieving your oral fixation.

You cried out, muffed between his digits as Dick picked up the pace, just as Jason did. Hitting spots you could only dream of.

“I know baby I know that was a stretch wasn’t it? But I promise it’ll feel so good, you’re doing so good for me- aren’t you? My sweet thing.” he cooed, making your eyes roll.

“J-jay is s’much. So, so much.”

“I know princess, you wanna stop? Just say your word.”

You shook your head. “N-gh- no I wanna keep going just- just need you here.” you reached for his hand squeezing it as well.

It was so big and rough, swallowing your palm whole. You looked over into his soft gaze, a little smile on his face that he saved only for you.

“I’m here princess. Daddys right here for his lil girl.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Present day Kirk with a reader 20 years younger. Maybe James and or Lars are unhappy at first and assume she's with him for his fame and money.

This could go one of two ways... either they straight up lie to her and tell her Kirk is bankrupt to test her or try to chase her off but instead she comes up with a plan to help Kirk... Offering to move him in with her, making space for his guitars and other stuff among her own, etc... only to find out from Kirk that she'd been lied to, and understands the reasoning/concern but is also pissed bc they didn't even give her a real chance before judging her.

Or if you want to go fluffier, maybe James/Lars secretly catch reader and Kirk in a private moment and see/hear things that let them figure out that she really does love him.

A/n: I was thinking about this solely during St. Anger like actively in the recording studio and stuff so that's why there's no bassist.

Warnings: angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James let out a heavy sigh through his nose, holding his head in his hand as he sat on the couch in their recording studio. Lars sat on the opposite side to him, watching the scene unfold as well.

Kirk was saying his thanks to your for bringing him his lunch straight to the studio after he forgot it in the kitchen at home.

He held your face in his hands, repeatedly pecking your forehead and cheeks while you giggled out goodbye after goodbye, saying you had somewhere to be and then not making a move to leave.

"She can't..." James trailed.

"She doesn't." Lars agreed, shaking his head.

"We've gotta say something, don't we?" James asked, looking to Lars over over shoulder.

"Nah, that's not enough." Lars replied. "She doesn't want him for anything but his money, we've gotta get her to fuck off."

"Agreed." James held his hand out for Lars to shake. He just stared at James with a look. "Sorry for being the light in your sad, grey life." James said, withdrawing his hand.

Lars scoffed. "My life's not grey."

James snorted. "Yeah, tell that to your hair." Lars smacked the side of his head.

Kirk finally let you go, he still had to record his parts for the song. You left, waving a final goodbye to Kirk and the other two before slipping out the door.

Lars helped Kirk set up in the booth while James headed out of the room to 'go to the bathroom'.

You were walking through the halls, doing your best to not get lost again when you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning around to see James.

This wasn't the first time you'd met James, or Lars for that matter, you knew they didn't exactly take to you, especially not as a candidate for their friend. They weren't outwardly mean to you, you caught a few off glares here and there but they were cordial.

You smiled politely up at him. "Hi James." You started, waiting to see if he'd say something. When he didn't you just tilted your head to the side and spoke again. "Did you need something?"

James pulled his hand back and looked you over, taking in your outfit. It was winter so you had more layers, including a fur coat Kirk bought you because he knew you'd love it.

"Kirk is..." He trailed, eyes still wandering over you. You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight and hardening your gaze as you watched him stare at you. James was quick to look back to your face when he realized what it must've looked like. "He's bankrupt." He blurted.

He actually didn't have a plan when he went to find you, he was going to try to convince you to leave him, that it was a weird age difference. Saying Kirk was bankrupt was the first thing that came to mind.

Your eyes widened slightly and your demeanor relaxed, arms dropping to your sides. "Kirk's what?" You asked. "He-he's bankrupt? How? How can he be bankrupt, I've been to his house?" You asked, panic setting in.

James nodded slowly. "Yeah, he's bankrupt, no money to his name." He assured, sticking his hands in his pockets. "He didn't want to tell you because he knew you'd leave him." Your brows furrowed at that but James continued. "Lars and I couldn't sit here and watch him lead you on, thinking you'd get that dream life you wanted."

You couldn't believe it. Kirk had been lying to you? For months, all of it was a lie? He'd refused to let you pay even half the bill, adding to his insurmountable debt?

Anything else James had to say was blurred into the fog setting in around you. You drove back to your apartment, doing your best to stay focused but it was hard with this new information.

Getting home was no better. You dropped your bag where you always did and sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV across from you.

You held a pillow in your lap where Kirk always rest his head for you to play with his long, curly locks. You had to do something, work out something to help him.

He'd live with you, you'd support him with your job, it would work. He'd sell his house and everything else he wouldn't need, though you had to factor in that he wouldn't be selling his surfing gear or guitars, you wouldn't be able to pry that WAH pedal from his cold, dead hands. He'd make sacrifices and you would too, but it would be fine.

Kirk got home later that day and you were extra sweet to him, you didn’t mention what James had told you, he would tell you when he was ready.

Kirk didn’t notice at first, why would he care you’re being sweet? He just sat back and enjoyed it, giving you extra thanks and kisses. However, he got curious when you said you’d drive him to work. You woke up and made him breakfast which wasn’t too weird, but you never offered to drive him because why would you?

You needed gas and didn’t let him pay, even though he always did. He asked you about it but you said nothing and just kept driving to the studio.

You were walking through the halls when you decided to bring up the living arrangements. “Kirk,” you started, “I think we should move in together.”

He brightened up almost instantly. “Really? You’re sure about that?” He asked, hands finding your hips and turning to face you. “I think that’s great! I-I can get movers to come and get your things, we’ll start decorating, it’ll be great!” He seemed so happy and you didn’t want to ruin it but you knew you had to.

“Kirk, we can’t keep your house.” You said, chuckling softly, your own hands landing on his shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze. His brows furrowed in confusion but you continued. “I mean, don’t you think it would be better to move into my place?”

Kirk stared at you a moment. “No?” He said simply, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs. “We wouldn’t be able to fit all my things into your apartment.”

“So we’ll sell some things.”

“Or, and hear me out for a second, we move your things into my house.” He repeated, not seeing the issue.

Your eyes flickered over his face a moment, thinking of what to say before you let out a heavy sigh. “Kirk, I know what your financial situation is.” You said, hanging your head.

Kirk stared at you like you had two heads. You thought he’d be more fascinated with the sight but it didn’t matter.

“My financial situation?” He asked. “Babe, what are you talking about?” He brought his hand up to your face brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“James told me.”

“James told you what?”

“That you were bankrupt!” You kept your voice down and made sure no one else was around to hear. James peaked his head out of the studio a moment later.

“What do you need me for?” He asked, only having heard his name.

Kirk turned around to look at his bandmate. “You told her I was bankrupt?” He asked. James stared at the both of you blankly a moment before stepping out.

“Look, Kirk, Lars and I thought this was insane.” He said simply, gesturing between the two of you. “Seriously, what the fuck? We thought she was using you for your money.”

“You thought I was what?” You asked, eyes wide in disbelief. You looked to Kirk who had pretty much the same expression. “I thought you said they liked me?”

Kirk wrapped an arm around you but you pushed him off. “I thought they did, honest!” He said, reaching for you again.

“Fuck, this is stupid!” You groaned turning around and walking right back out of the studio.

Kirk turned to James, so many things he wanted to say but nothing came out.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Rings of Power

[at unicorn fuck club] GRR Martin: hey jrrt we just saw that peter Jackson movie CS Lewis: yeah it was pretty good JRR Tolkien: bleh Tolkien: they never make the hobbits hot enough Tolkien: there are entire shots where you can't see their feet at all

JRR Tolkien: god why can't anyone make a decent adaptation of my work? Tolkien: peter Jackson, ralph bakshi, rankin bass Tolkien: not a one of them understand the essence of middle earth! Tolkien: which is sexy, sexy hobbit feet Tolkien: big stinky hairy sexy hobbit feet

Tolkien: also whats with all these sexy dwarves? Tolkien: thorin oakenshield should NOT be a dime! Peter Jackson: yeah i guess Richard Armitage is pretty hot Tolkien: what? who? Tolkien: i was talking about hans conried!

Tolkien: look Tolkien: i only have 4 rules for lord of the rings Tolkien: ONE - the hobbits have incredibly sexy hairy feet Tolkien: TWO - the dwarves should be fucking ugly as fuck Tolkien: THREE - tom Bombadil is a capering buffoon Tolkien: and FOUR - we don't fuckin talk about the wizards!

Tolkien: perhaps my middle earth is just too epic to be captured on film GRR Martin: what about in song? Tolkien: is this about that rock and or roll music? Tolkien: i despise rock and or roll in all of its forms

JD Payne: hey jrrt you want a REAL LOTR adaptation? Patrick McKay: cuz we're making a whole series on the only platform BIG enough Payne: amazon prime! McKay: amazon prime! Payne: is it filmed like a mastercard commercial? you better believe it! McKay: cuz it's amazon prime!!!

JD Payne: oh you want Lord of the Rings? Patrick McKay: well you better buckle up, mother fucker Payne: cuz this ain't your DAD'S LOTR McKay: get ready to get POWERED UP Payne: with the RINGS! OF! POWER! [plays air guitar]

JD Payne: alright you guys ready for this? Patrick McKay: wut whut Payne: cuz it's time for McKay: RINGS Payne: OF McKay & Payne: POWAHHHHHH [air horn sounds]

McKay: check it out bitches its the rings of power Payne: a whole new grid! McKay: nothing like the peter Jackson movies you've come to know and love! Payne: totally unrelated! McKay: unless you want it to be related Payne: do you want it to be related? McKay: cuz we could

Tolkien: ok how is this adaptation different? Payne: we bimbofied Galadriel Tolkien: Tolkien: Tolkien:

Payne: but wait there's more! McKay: there's this wizard that fell out of the sky! Payne: this wizard is Tolkien: it better not fucking be one of those blue wizards McKay: Payne:

Tolkien: i specifically said NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT THE BLUE WIZARDS McKay: no of course not it's uhhh Payne: it's Gandalf McKay: yeah yeah that's the ticket it's gandalf

[welltobefrank]

QUIDDITCH

*Gryffindor Common Room, midnight, completely pitch-dark except for a few lit candles that are casting dubious shadows on people's faces. Sirius, Marlene, and James are playing around with the candle, and Frank is the only one standing, by a desk covered in paper.*

Okay, gang, now that you're all here. I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, and I know that some of you might feel like screaming when I say this-- @blackrosedeity, stop, please, don't-- but I think we should try the Surround-Shroud Tactic again. Stop screaming, Sirius! I know what happened last time, and I understand your reaction, but I really think we can make it work this time.

The problem that we had last time is that we weren't following the simplest rule of a Tactic-- you will begin in a position, change, then end in it. @j-potteringaround, Sirius, do not make a sex joke. That means that we are allowed and encouraged to break the shroud if a big fucking Slytherin comes straight at us, but we re-form afterwards.

Okay, I have this record here. See? We're going to be listening to this today. Oh. Um, hi, @swearwolf-lupin. Hello. Do you-- hey, actually, come here. Yeah. See this record? See that record player? Can you get the record playing on that? Thank you. Yeah, as @al1-f0rtescue can tell you, I'm hopeless at technology. Okay, thanks, Remus, you can sit down, now. The song I'm going to be playing for you today is The Sound of Silence by Steve and Garlic. Hmmmm? Oh. Uh, yes. Simon and Garfunky. Garfunkel. Simon and Garfunkel. Everybody, close your eyes and listen.

....

Okay. Everybody open your eyes. There was something pretty amazing about that song, right? Besides the..... everything, yeah, okay. But did you hear the singers? They were singing two different things, but it still sounded good together. That's called harmony. They began on the same note, yes, and they ended on the same note, but they were singing different notes all throughout the piece. But here's the catch-- they went back to singing the same note quite a bit throughout the song, didn't they? They just sang different notes when it sounded good for the song, or for the team.

That's what we're trying to do with the Surround-Shroud Tactic. We don't stay in it. We need to return to it, but spread when it makes sense for the play. That tactic gives us an advantage in being surrounded by teammates to help with the ball action, -- @motherfuckin-marls, stop laughing-- but if we stay in that position we'll never move anywhere, not to mention the fact that our Teddy will never catch the Snitch. In order to properly employ the tactic, we need to return to it and leave it some fifty or so times during a game.

I've drawn out a map of where I'm going to place everybody this time around, here, love, could you pass it around? I noticed that the Beaters were getting a little blinded by the Chaser row, so I moved them to the sides.

This is a level play, like I said, so we're not doing different layers in the air. One player, one shroud, one team. I know it's difficult, I know it seems daunting after what happened last time, but I also know that we can do it and that it will help us so much if we can just master it. Seriously.

Sirius. Sirius, no. Please. Please. Oh, no. Don't say it.

Sorry, Patrick? Oh, right. Yeah, we're in the Common Room at midnight without any lights turned on because technically I'm not supposed to be holding practice yet because of Sirius, but also because one of the Slytherin Beaters @barty-not-barry is having Spontaneous-Apparation and keeps disapparing, and apparently if they can't practice, neither can we. So technically, this never happened, okay? Deal?

As soon as I can find an inconspicuous way to get us out on the pitch, I will, but for now Alice and I cast a muffliato on this room so we can do a little practicing. Everybody please stand in the positions detailed on the paper. Okay, good. Okay.

Sirius, a little to your left? James, a bit further back? Okay, good. Excellent job. Uh, Remus, could you play us some music? Whatever you want to play, there's records in that cabinet, just nothing that will corrupt Teddy. Okay. *takes out two big spheres of crumpled paper*. These are now our Quaffles, and we're going to practice playing double-catch with them. Remember that going outside of the formation anytime it makes sense for the catch is excellent, but that you need to return back. We'll know where you are. It's our shroud. Okay, ready? Remus, ready? Everybody? Alice?

Okay, catch!

[synthshenanigans]

Round 6!

-Vote for what you think is more underrated but also what you still like a lot-

Again, as HEAL isn't as well known, I give the link to whoever wants to hear it.

I particularly want people to hear this one as his Majora's Masks songs aren't as known. I really REALLY love this one, so I recommend listening to it especially if you like LoZ or even just Majoras Mask.

(Tho its still a good song even if you don't know it)

[RB for more votes if ye'd like]

[accirax]

i heard there was a river in the empty sekai

(credits for inspiration and the original go to rice as part of this mv!)

[lovinggreeniehours]

i forgot. how exhausting playlist making is. damn. sorry about the tags i have so much to say about playlist making lol

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[girlivealwaysbean]

pata hai last kuch din i was very busy with my project kyunki final dena tha and binding karni thi etc to wo karwayi then i went to the bookfair bekaar tha then parso submit karne jaa rahi to subah accident hogaya (bhai ki bike skid hogayi and we fell down) and now i have a big ass blue bruise on my upper thigh and my parents don't even know lmao and kal ek science conference thi to i had to sit in an auditorium for 6 hours listening to accomplished people speak. that's what you missed now your turn

omg i knew everything in this except for the accident cause i stalk your blog vigorously everyday are you okay!!!!!!!!!! did you get tetanus shots!!!!!!!!!! also on your upper thigh oh no that's where future jiju is supposed to write MINE na as per our beloved song guilty as sin?

[nedlittle]

[crawls out of oklahoma! west end bootleg shaking and covered in blood]

edit: hi everyone i saw the bootleg bc a friend who purchased it was kind enough to stream over discord. i can send you the google form if you would also like to pay a couple bucks for your insides to be vapourized but i cannot actually link the bootleg

[pardonmydelays]

favourite lyrics from paladin strait?

paladin strait is honestly so special to me... the melody, the lyrics, the music video... and that fucking ending that i will never recover from??? (to quote tyler robert joseph: when you hear the end of paladin, you tell me, does it sound like the end?). i don't know, i'm getting emotional. thank you for this series, my lovely anon. it was fun. i love this album so goddamn much. here's my favourite lyrics:

i would swim the paladin strait without any floatation just a glimpse of visual aid of you on the other shoreline waiting expectations that i'm gonna make it

here's my chance, time to take it can't be sure that i'll make it even though i'm past the point of no return i'm all in, i'm surrounded put my money where my mouth is even though i'm past the point of no return

on the ground are banditos fighting while i find nico even though i'm past the point of no return climb the top of the tower "show yourself" i yell louder even though i'm past the point of no ret- *nico's evil voice* ...so few, so proud, so emotional hello, clancy

ok, i'm not gonna teach you the lore right now, but just so you know where exactly is paladin strait, here's a map of trench:

(where you can probably see shit but paladin strait is between that part of trench surrounding the walls of dema and the voldsøy island.)

[burningcomputerpersona]

Well fuck, I'm miserable

Which means it's me that hasn't changed

Or moved an inch out of this place

That doesn't mean I want to end up this way

[loumauve]

✨SHE✨

also, turns out you can kind of read her notes in photo mode? now I do wonder how much they change throughout the game. I should check back in later once she has new dialogue.

(if we didn't already know she's a doctor we could diagnose her right now given the evidence of her handwriting, lol. but I guess that's what the typewriter on the board room table is for)

what I do wonder though, is.. what the hell kind of spoon is this, FBC?? it's huge compared to that mug, like holy hell

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i am being so fucking autistic about a video game i've only played an hour and a half of and have absorbed like 99% of my information about through osmosis from my bestie(s. it's complicated) and fanfiction. catastrophic levels of autism. i can't stress this in words i don't think y'all understand. or care honestly sdflkjfdskdfsjsfdkj-