#if u send me hate i will jerk off to it and like it

[reesemon]

crazy that people are mad about lando winning driver of the day when it literally does not matter

[chocum]

KARMA !

— brat taming the jjk men feat. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro.

WARNINGS. femdom!reader, f!reader (she/her), brat taming, cock slaps, crying, handjob, choking, p in v, riding, overstim, lingerie, lollll slotted toji out :33, recording, finger sucking. ( 2k ) note. hellloooooo hope u all enjoy this. i had fun writing bc i loveee the idea of making big strong men crumble mhmhmhm. anywaysss reblogs are appreciated thank youuu love u all. repost bc last night it didn’t show in the tags 💔 but i edited it and added alottt so if you already saw it feel free to read again !! ty

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 CHOSO KAMO

“ma— make m— ooohh fuck. wai—wait” his voice trembled so cutely that it was barely coherent, crumbling into a pretty whine that drowns out his pathetic attempt (if you could even call it that) at being a defiant little brat, making you giggle, your slicked up thumbs pushing and rubbing down on the slit of his leaky tip, sending jolts of pain masked as pleasure up his bony spine, “make you?”

immediately he knows he’s fucked up. the air between you growing thick.

he didn’t know what came over him, really. maybe he had been watching too much porn, fantasizing too much, because the idea of getting tamed by you— god, just the thought of getting put in his place, turned him on so much. so, so much.

but having to actually disobey you, he couldn’t. he believes he was only put on this earth to serve you and please you. to be good. his head hurriedly shakes side to side, making each strand of ravened silky hair jump and dance before resting to frame his flushed face, “‘m sorry didn’t me—”

you land a heavy, hard slap to his cock, the sound pounding in his flushed ears blending with the beat of his heart, making his body tense up and jerk underneath you. his breaths come out in ragged little gasps, each one such a struggle as his fuzzy brain short circuits under your warm palms.

it really is cute, you think. cute how easy it is to break him. the pretty tears that drip down his puffed-up, blushed cheeks remind you of that. he’s choking on his sobs when you move to cup his face and kiss the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks. crying and sniffling because he hates when you’re mad. hates disappointing you.

“‘m sorry, i don’t— just wanna be so good for you. i’ll be— wanna be your good boy.”

“i know,” you coo, petting him like the pretty pet he is, “wanna try again for me, hm?”

and oh, he’s nodding so sweetly, cock throbbing for you, his big glassy eyes heart-shaped, staring up. so ready to be yours, ready to be the good boy you’ve trained him to be.

so you tell him again, “fuck my fists, make yourself cum, pretty boy. and look me in my eyes.”

his hips buck up, the salty tears on his cheeks warming and dried as he uses your sticky hands like a fleshlight, whining prettily when you tighten your grip around him, “‘m sorry” he babbles over and over, drooling out the corners of his parted puffy lips.

he’s so good. staring into the blown pupils of your pretty eyes without fault, like you told him to. because you told him to.

and his thighs burn, his legs shaking and trembling against the silky sheets as he gets closer and closer. the pain almost urging him on, “are you gonna cum for me? baby? gonna give it all to me hm?”

“yes, ple— please. please, can i cum can—”

you pull your hands off him.

drawing out the prettiest whine to ever be heard. like a song of the angels. his head falling back against the wooden headboard, hips bucking up in search of something to ease the ache that overwhelms in his tummy. those hot tears making a special reappearance.

“aww baby,” you hum, feigning sympathy, massaging his warm— full, heavy balls, “did you really think you’d get to cum after that, hm? did you?”

his eyes widen in desperation, disappointment. he tries to speak, to plead, to beg, but all that comes out are broken little sobs and whimpers.

the look on his face is almost pitiful. furrowed brows, pout, and his mouth hangs open.

you bend to lean in closer, your breath so warm against the shell of his sensitive ear, “you have to earn it, baby. good boys get rewarded. brats get punished.”

for you, he nods weakly, his voice barely a whisper as he chokes, “i’ll be so good, pro— promise. please, let me cum. let me show you how good i am”

so pretty. your fingers slip down to massage his aching balls, applying just enough pressure to keep him on that edge he loves to dangle over without giving him the sweet, sweet release he craves. “nuh uh, not yet,” you hum softly, your tone both firm but oh so gentle. “show me how much you want it.”

his hips buck up involuntarily, humping the air in search of your grip— relief, eyes locking onto yours, colored irises filled with adoration. he’s completely at your mercy, every nerve and ending in his body on fire, every muscle tensed up in anticipation.

and you can see the struggle in his eyes. it’s really a beautiful sight, and you savor every moment of it. “that’s it,” mumuring, “keep looking at me like that. show me how much you need it.”

his breaths come in short little, ragged gasps, his chest heaving and caving, thighs burning from fucking the air.

but finally, after what feels like an eternity, you decide to grant him some mercy, your hands moving back around his throbbing cock, stroking him just how he likes it, “cum for me, pretty boy,” you command, a soft, seductive purr. “give it all to me.”

with a strangled, gargled cry, he obeys. his body convulsing, every muscle tightening as he finally, finally finds his release, his cum spilling all over your hands in thick, hot, sticky spurts. and he’s so obedient, his eyes remaining locked on yours, even as his vision blurs and fuzes with pleasure.

“there you go,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “such a good boy.”

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 KENTO NANAMI

the tie that usually wrapped snug around the collar of nanami’s shirt adding that signature pop of yellow to his suits now decorates his flushed neck, constricting it, the tail of it clutched tightly in your fists as you ride his cock, your hips rolling and jerking against him relentlessly.

thick cum drips down to his balls, pooling underneath him, a swirl of your mess and his. he’s cum two–no, four? he doesn’t even know how many loads he’s stuffed into your warm cunt— or how many you’ve forced and sucked out of him, his cock so sensitive it fucking hurts, every time you snap back down on him sending poky jolts of overstimulation through his entire body.

“fu—fuck, honey, please. i don’t have— ngh— don’t have anything left to give. fuckin’ drained me already— can’t—”

you tug on the silky fabric, making him choke on his words, gargling on warm, foamy spit. his hands reaching to grab at the curve of your waist, but he’s flinching, remembering how you said, no touching. remembering why he’s in the position in the first place.

because he doesn’t listen.

refused to keep his hands to himself, your body begging to be touched, in his words. as if he didn’t take you seriously, just kept grabbing at you, digging his slim fingers into your plush skin.

so, obviously, there’s some sort of misunderstanding .. some sort of disconnect. he must have forgotten who was in charge.

you don’t even give him a response, ignoring the prickly burn in your thighs to fuck him dumb. maybe then, ironically, he’ll learn how to act. each jerk of your hips move to push him further to the edge, to remind him of his place.

his body is weak, just sitting pretty, twitchy, letting you do as you please, sweetly hiccuping under your frame, “hah— please, my fucking god i— i’m sorry” he’s all gone and sucked up, cock crying, drooling pathetic tears of salty cum in your cruel walls. sweat peppering his forehead, slicking the ridges of his chest, making him glisten.

“please, i’m fucking begging i’ll— hah, won’t disobey you again. i’ll— i’ll be good. i’ll be yours”

aw, there it is.

and you hum, stilling your hips, letting his cock fill you all the way up, “mhm that’s all i needed to hear. now give me onee more load. just one. know you can do it pretty boy, give it to me”

even though his body is spent, just the true definition of exhaustion, he responds, his pretty cock twitching inside you as he drags against his own warm cum in your spongy walls. and it doesn’t take long before he’s giving into you. balls so empty, just a few little spurts drooling out, but it feels just as intense, maybe even more than any of his other orgasms. “good boy”

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 TOJI FUSHIGURO

“toj’ my pretty boy” your finger draws across the pink lacy lingerie that does a pathetic job of covering his cock. poking out, leaking and drooling all over the fabric, almost ripping through it with just how hard he is, “you look so good like this”

he grunts, blush growing across his cheeks, a deep, deep crimson, turning his head to avoid your gaze, avoid your phone brightly flashing, recording him.

“so hard too, aw” mumuring, you move closer, recording every detail of how he bulges through the set you so perfectly picked out for him. the pink complementing his tanned skin so well, truly a work of art “touch yourself for me”

another grunt escapes his lips, and he’s fidgeting, dragging his balls against the bed, rutting like a fucking dog, pulling at the ropes that hold and confine him, caging him against himself, “need your ..”

“yeah, need what?” you prompt with a smile, watching through your screen how he struggles to say it, pouting as his brows furrow up.

“need your help”

theres a wicked little glint in your eyes, pulling back at the stretchy band of the pretty underwear, letting go so it snaps back against the sensitive underside of his thick cock, making him whine, his broad body shaking and twitching, muscles clenching up.

humming, you bring your palm to his face, telling him to lick, and he listens, immediately.

licking a long stripe up your warm palm, but oh, he gets carried away. stretching to wrap his scarred lips around your fingers, bobbing his head up and down, drool dripping down from around his pursed lips, letting his tongue lay flat. “look at you, so eager”

he comes off with a pop, smirking because he knows you love when he’s so good like this for you.

you press your slick fingers against his covered perky nipples, watching as he twitched, before moving to stoke him through the pretty lingerie, “don’t fu—fucking tease”

you ignore him, let him get away with the little back talk because he just looks toooo cute, eyes all big, looking up into the flash of the camera, leaking through the lingerie like such a pretty boy. all for you.

you flick your wrist faster, leaning to spit on his clothed cock, sending thousands of shivers up the nerves on his spine, making him croon, his ass raising up off the bed to buck into your palms, giving the camera such a good show.

“gonna cum, shit— i’m so close. fuck— please”

he’s babbling, his voice all high and whiney.

“mhm go ahead, baby”

with a final, desperate thrust, he’s shooting against the fabric, babbling your name as it oozes through making a sticky little mess before you’re leaning down to lap at his clad tip. to clean him up.

then you come off him, stopping the video. and tojis looking up at you through glassy eyes as you press against your phone, smiling.

“what— hah, what are you doing”

“sending it to shiu”

[solarsturniolo]

𝖂𝖊’𝖗𝖊 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 // 𝕸.𝕾. // 𝔗𝔴𝔬

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Matt is so 'sweet best friend that secretly jerks off to your pictures' coded (idea credit to @heartstreet )

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: SMUT!!! / masturbation / voyeurism / post nut clarity / self-deprecation / intentional lowercase

𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯: these stories are fictional :)

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3030

It slowly became a habit. It started small, one time a day if even that. But what started as a habit grew into an addiction. Every little thing set him off, and the only thing to satisfy the desire in him was her. He needed her in ways that he couldn’t even describe. He hungered for her. 

It began with pictures, just her regular little posts on Instagram and Snapchat that had no hidden undertone to them, but every single one would have Matt beating his dick until his arm was sore. She had Pavloved him. The second he got the notification that his best friend posted, his cock stiffened and his ears got red and hot just thinking about what could be waiting for him. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he’d drop everything, all of his attention would be on her in an instant. Today was no different; he had already beat off three times in the few hours he had been awake.

As the day moved forward, and he found the inner strength to keep his dick in his pants, Matt remembered telling her that he’d look for the charger she had left when she stayed over a few nights ago. He spent a solid hour that afternoon searching the house up and down for her phone charger; his room, the living room, the kitchen, Nick’s room, hell, he even checked Chris’s room (despite Chris’s many protests followed by a shoe being launched at Matt’s shin), though he still came up empty handed. 

Matt went back to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He took a seat in his desk chair, rolling himself close enough to his desk to click his monitor on, grabbing the controller that had been set aside on his desk to charge. He turned his gaming console on, the sound of it whirring to life filling the silence in the room. He reached into his pocket, taking his phone out to send her a quick text.

‘i may have lost it’

‘your mind?’

‘no’

‘your keys?’

‘no’

‘OMG’

‘?’

‘YOUR V CARD?????’

‘WHAT NO’

‘omg matty who is she 🤭🤭🤭🤭’

‘I DID NOT’

‘then i fear i do not know what you could be talking about, for i am not a mind reader’

‘your weird’

‘you’re*’

‘i actually hate you.’

‘stfu you love me. now what are u talking abt’

‘you’re charger’

‘your*’

‘you know what 😀’

‘LMAOOOO don’t blow a fuse, it’s a $10 charger i’ll just get another one. thank u for letting me know tho’

‘ofc’

He stared at the screen, his heart beating faster when he saw the read receipt pop up under his message. He waited, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as she began to type. A smile tugged at his lips as the typing message bubble disappeared, waiting for the message to pop up on his screen.

A minute passed. Then two. Still nothing. Matt’s smile faltered a little.

‘?’

‘oh shit i didn’t know you were still here’

‘what we’re you typing?’

‘were*’

‘😀 nevermind i don’t care’

‘noooo matty come back 😂’

‘i’ll get it right one day’

‘i have full faith in you, matthew. until then, im gonna be up your ass about it’

‘so…?’

‘so what?’

‘what were you typing?’

Matt could hardly sit still. His leg bounced anxiously, he bit his nails impatiently. She had been typing for a while, was it something bad? Shit, have i fucked up recently and just didn’t notice?

‘nothing 😇’

‘you’re a dirty liar’

‘😜’

‘cmon, i’m youre best friend tell meeeee’

‘your*’

‘GET A NEW BEST FRIEND’

‘okay okay i’m done 😂 you’re so easy to tease’

‘Ayo 🤨’

‘not like that 🙄

‘well, you probably are pretty easy to tease like that too”

Matt choked on his own saliva. Did I read that right? He read it again, the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock. His brain short circuited. Any possible responses that he could’ve came up with dissolved into nothingness. He spent two minutes trying to type a witty comeback or some sort of smooth flirtatious reply, but when push came to shove, all he could build the courage to send was-

‘what?’

She started typing, and as the speech bubble floated in the corner of his screen, Matt palmed at the bulge in his sweats. His mind raced with thoughts, all wondering what she could have possibly been thinking about. Fuck, does she think about doing things with me? Does she want to tease me? How would she even-

The speech bubble disappeared. Matt slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers, taking his hard cock in his fist. He stroked his shaft slowly, his eyes fluttering shut while he pursed his lips to hold back a moan. He waited for her response to pop up. One minute…then two…then five. He furrowed his eyebrows, his strokes slowly coming to a stop as he eyed their text messages. Why isn’t she responding? Did I make her uncomfortable? Is she weirded out?

His heart nearly dropped out of his ass when the facetime notification illuminated his screen. Without thinking to take his hand out of his pants, Matt quickly answered the call.

It took a moment for the call to connect, but when it finally did, Matt felt almost frozen in place. His heart skipped a beat, his face grew flushed with a warm rosy heat. She smiled at him and his breath caught in his throat.

“Hey!”

Matt smiled. “Hey, what’s up.”

“What, I can’t call my best friend out of the blue just to hang out?” She laughed softly. “What are you up to?” She asked.

“Just, yknow…” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Was playing fortnite for a bit-“

She tilted her head to the side a little, furrowing her eyebrows. “I didn’t see you online. I would’ve joined you if I knew,” she grinned. “Can’t believe you played without me,” she playfully rolled her eyes.

Matt swallowed. Her eyes looked so pretty rolled back into her head like that, I could watch her do that for hours. Matt slowly stroked his cock, pursing his lips tightly to keep himself quiet. ‘Can’t believe you played without me’ replayed in his head like a broken record. His mind wandered off, thinking about the beautiful girl on his screen sitting on his bed. Her clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly, seated on his bare thighs. Matt bit the inside of his cheek, pre-cum drooling from the tip of his cock as he imagined her pretty manicured fingers circling her clit, her eyes hooded and full of lust as lewd sounds spilled from her parted lips. His dick ached at the thought of her running her fingers through her wet folds, playing with herself in front of him, on full display just for him. ‘Can’t believe you played without me,’ her voice repeated in his head again, his mouth going dry as he thought of her looking at him with a pout while saying this, her pretty doe eyes staring at him with nothing but desire hidden behind their gaze.

He kept his strokes slow and controlled. This is so fucking wrong, he thought. If she knew…he couldn’t even think of the possibilities. She’d be disgusted, she’d be so upset. Matt would never be able to show his face in a public setting again.

“How was your day?” Matt asked in a soft voice, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his own voice would betray him. He watched as the smile on her face grew and he felt his heart twinge. This is so wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me.

“Aww Matty, you do care!” She teased. Matt let out a breathy chuckle, hoping she couldn’t hear the rasp in his voice. She began to list off the many side quests she endured on her day off from work, and Matt listened to every single thing she had to say. His eyes focused on her lips as she spoke to him. Her lips are so pretty. Fuck, I wanna kiss her so bad. I wanna feel her lips on mine. She’d look so fucking pretty with my dick in her mouth. I wonder how much she’d be able to take. Would I have to fuck her throat to make it all fit? Would she drool on my cock while I fuck her pretty mouth?

“Matt?”

He tugged at his cock, letting out a soft exhale when he heard her voice. Please say my name again. Say my name again. It sounds so pretty coming from you, I’ve never liked my name more than when it’s being said by you. His mind wandered off once more. What positions does she like? Would she prefer missionary? She’d look so pretty under me while I fuck her, her tits would bounce so nicely with every thrust I make. Or would she want something more intense? Would she want me to take her from behind? Would she want to be in charge? What turns her on? Does she wear lingerie?

“Matt…?”

Matt grunted softly under his breath, the speed of his strokes increasing just barely enough to tell. He focused his attention back on the call. “H-Huh?”

“I asked what you did today,” she repeated. “Did you have a good day?”

It took a moment for her words to register in his brain, his mind foggy with lust and desire, his cock dripping with arousal. He gave his shaft a gentle squeeze, a low growl forming at the back of his throat. “It’s much better now,” he admitted, earning a giggle from her in return. He smiled. He loved being able to make her laugh. It was something that most people couldn’t do, but Matt did it so effortlessly. He took pride in it; even his brothers couldn’t make her laugh nearly as easily as Matt could. “Didn’t do much, just-“ he stopped, trying to think of something to say other than ‘i sat around beating off to your pictures all day’. He cleared his throat, a moan threatening to escape as the warmth in the pit of his tummy grew. “Just stayed in bed all day.”

She rolled her eyes again, and Matt felt his balls grow heavy with arousal, his thumb rubbing at his tip with each slow stroke he made. Matt’s lips parted; he wanted to moan so bad. He wanted her to see what she does to him. He wanted her to know just how badly he wanted her. His eyes became glossy as he lost himself in a daze, staring at her through the screen.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

Matt nodded, still not taking his hand out of his pants. This is so fucking wrong. Why am I doing this? I’m risking our entire friendship. “Hey, I uh- I gotta go,” Matt stated abruptly. He didn’t want to go. He never wanted to go a minute without her, but if he didn’t leave the call soon, he’d end up in a world of trouble for sure.

“Oh…okay, well call me ba-“

Click.

Matt dropped his phone down onto his desk and leaned back in his desk chair, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead as a thin layer of sweat began to form at his brow. He pushed his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock, a moan escaping him. He tugged the bottom of his sweatshirt and t-shirt up so as to not ruin it, a ritual that had become engraved into his brain from the regular reoccurrence of it. He grunted softly, tugging at his shaft desperately, his eyes screwing shut.

I need her. I need to have her, all of her. I need to feel her and taste her. I want to be between her legs, I want to taste how sweet she is, I want to watch her fall apart from just my tongue. I want to feel her squirm and run her fingers through my hair. I want to hear her whine and beg for more. Matt fisted at his cock, his strokes much faster than before. His breathing was uneven and heavy, almost panting like an animal. He needed her, he hungered for her, he craved her. Something about it was so primal. Every time he saw her or heard her, he had a full body reaction, one that he couldn’t control even if he wanted to.

Although, he really didn’t want to.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. As if on cue, his phone vibrated on his desk. His eyes fluttered open, a lustful dazed look glazing over his irises. He picked up his phone, a notification from snapchat flashing on his screen. Never ceasing his strokes, Matt opened the app and clicked on the new snap from her. His jaw went slack, pumping his cock in his fist even faster than before. He stared at her photo for much longer than he should have, but how could he not? She had her head tilted a bit, a confused look on her face with the words ‘not even a goodbye? so mean, matty’ printed across the photo.

“Fuck me,” he whimpered. She looks so cute when she’s confused. Fuck, the things I would do to paint her face with my cum while she looks at me like that…I’d probably get put on the FBI watchlist. He knew he needed to reply back soon, not wanting her to assume he was ignoring her. He just couldn’t bring himself to tap out of the photo. His cock ached, the desire building up inside of him. “Fuck, p-please,” he breathed out. Matt threw his head back, his strokes getting impossibly faster with each passing moment. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, his fist slick with his arousal.

Another snapchat notification from her came through and Matt inhaled sharply, tapping out of the photo and clicking on the new one. Matt choked out a whine, the muscles in his bicep tightening as he began to reach his high. “Fuck-“ he grunted. His breath caught in his throat as his mind went blank, pleasure coursing through his veins. It was like a drug to him. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling; It didn’t take long for him to get addicted to it, and soon enough once a day turned into twice a day, which turned into three times a day, which turned into too many fucking times to count.

He groaned, a string of vowels passing his lips, his jaw hanging low as he watched his cum spurt from his tip. He breathed in short heavy pants, slowing his strokes to ride out his orgasm. Five ribbons of white hot cum painted his lower stomach. His dick throbbed from the intensity of his orgasm and his body shivered as he slowly came down from his high.

It took a handful of minutes for Matt to realign his senses. His chest rose and fell with even breaths, his dick rested in the puddle of cum on his abdomen. He looked at his hand, his mess coating his fingers and his palm. I wonder if she’d lick my hand clean. Would she suck on my fingers? Would she look up at me with her infamous puppy dog eyes while she does it?

His eyes darted back to his phone, his heart racing as he quickly remembered that he still hadn’t replied to her. He groaned softly upon seeing her pretty face on his screen, her previous snap still on full display for him. He took another moment to admire her before tapping out of the photo. Matt quickly fixed his hair with his clean hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. He picked his phone back up and quickly snapped a photo of himself. He typed a response before sending it to her.

'Relax I'm here.'

'You costed me my battle royale.'

Matt waited for a response, not caring about the mess that still hadn’t been attended to. The nerves in his brain lit up like a Christmas tree as she opened his snap, the endorphins filling him with dopamine as she sent back another photo. He was quick to open it, not caring if she caught on to his eagerness.

'lol you're stupid. call me back when you're done :)'

He tucked his cock back into his boxers, pulling them back up along with his sweats. He stood up, holding the bottom seam of his shirt up, quickly making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. He peeked out into the hallway, making sure Nick and Chris weren’t anywhere near before slipping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Matt cringed at the sticky feeling on his hand, quickly turning on the faucet at the sink, running his hand under the water to rinse most of his mess down the drain. He dried his hand, then grabbed a handful of tissues, cleaning up the rest of his cum before discarding the used tissues into the waste bin. He let his shirt fall down to cover his torso, his eyes landing on his reflection in the mirror. His gaze darted away, disgusted with what he saw.

You’re a terrible friend. If she ever found out, you’d be lucky to not have a restraining order against you. What the fuck is wrong with you. How can you even call yourself her best friend. You don’t deserve her.

He left the bathroom in a hurry, slipping back into his room, gently kicking the door shut behind him. He sat back down at his desk, picking up his phone once again.

Without a second thought, he opened his facetime app, clicking on her contact. The phone only rang twice before she answered, her pretty face illuminating the screen after the call connected. Matt offered her a warm smile, propping his phone up on his desk. “Sorry I hung up on you before,” he mumbled softly, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze landed on her. He picked his headset up off of his desk, holding it for her to see. “Wanna run duos with me?”

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: omg guys, what do we think is gonna happen?

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔰:

[jenoslutie]

Can we have some more step bro jeno pls 👀

warnings: non-consensual filming during sex and he sends the vid to um..yeah!! :P

stepbro!jeno who was genuinely nice to you when your parents first made it official. being the best stepbrother one could want. he was caring, he cooked for you (though he lacked any cooking skills), he really tried his best until he found himself looking forward to seeing you too often, looking forward to how you wear less and less clothes whenever he's around, looking forward to seeing you doing the most mundane things but making them incredibly sexy. not that you intended to turn Jeno on with every move you made.

stepbro!jeno who started to distance himself when he realized he really wanted you. well, to fuck you. but seeing that it was the least effective strategy, he convinced himself he hated you, calling you every name in the book until you were running to your room, a crying mess. he'd comment on every outfit you wore, on every makeup look you tried, on everything you did, jeno had something to say about it.

stepbro!jeno who'd make it his goal to make all his friends hate you too, he's heard them talk about wanting to fuck jeno's new stepsister. Jeno doesn't like that so he resorts to talking mad shit about you to his friends and makes them all hate you because he knows they all want you and he doesnt want any of his lame ass friends to fuck you before he does. thats how he treats you, acting like he hates ur guts but deep down all he wants his to bend you over and have you crying on his cock and begging him to fill u up

stepbro!jeno who gets off to you crying to your friends over all the mean shit he says and does to you at late hours in the night, you don't know he can hear everything you've been complaining about, hearing he filthy names he calls you come from your mouth does something to him. he loves hearing you cry because of him, some nights he'd even jerk off to the phone calls you have with your friends, the pretty sobs you let out as tears stream down your cheeks is something jeno dreams of seeing.

stepbro!jeno who finally gets into your pants, finally gets what he wants. you on all fours as he pounds into you from behind. crying out his name so loud he almost wants your parents to hear. and something about that thought drives him absolutely insane. he wants your parents to hear, he wants them to know what you're letting your stepbrother do to you. but jeno wants to keep fucking around with you, his cute stepsister whos currently fucking herself back on her stepbrother's cock and moaning like a slut because of it.

stepbro!jeno who lets his intrusive thoughts win and picks up his phone while he fucks you from behind, recording a video of you on all fours, arching your back as much as you could and gripping the bedsheets as he fucks you absolutely stupid. moaning all sorts of profanities with a mix of jeno's name. he'd make sure your whole frame is in the video except your head, so you're not easily identifiable. wouldn't think twice before hitting send on your mother's contact.

jeno: [attachment: 1 video}

jeno: sorry i meant to send it to someone else.

a/n: blame @jenomov for this....she made me insane

[unluckilyimnot]

can u do the "i like you I said I like you" thing with any random blue lock boy if u don't know it just search it up and it will be there it's pretty cute and when you do or u already know can u make like a big misunderstanding and it's a happy ending ty!

 I like you - rin, yoichi, hiori

– In which the popular kid (you) asks them out and they can't believe it.

Note: I hope I find the right thing 😭 rin is longer bc i missed the happy ending part at first. reader really doesn't take 'no' for an answer. mia 🤝 writting only with her favs

m.list | rules

Rin isn't the type to make friends in the first place, so when he found a note on his desk asking him to meet up with an anonymous person his first reflexes was to put it in the trash. He had better things to do than to talk to someone he doesn't even know.

He never expected this note to be from you, his pretty seatmate that, surprisingly,  liked to work on a few projects with him. Everyone has a crush on him, but only a few can actually manage his personality. 

But here you were, hands on his desk before he could take his remaining papers before leaving for practice. He glared up at you to realize you were frowning at him too, obviously upset. Yet you weren't saying anything, stealing glances around to see if people would actually leave one day.

"You're waiting for a deluge of what ?!" You yelled at the duo whispering behind him and he heard them running out in a second

"What's your problem?" He asked about your behavior.

"What is your problem! You never came yesterday," you argued, cheeks flush red and he can't tell if it's from embarrassment or anger. "I've waited for a while you jerk."

"You should've signed then." He added while looking away from the small pour on your face, trying to pull away his papers beneath your hand. "Now I have to go so be quick."

Lifting your hand so he can organize his bag, you didn't wait for him to finish before talking.

"I like you." You said, a lower voice, less confident ; a voice that sounded nothing like yours. He scoffed at your face, getting up and putting his bag on his shoulder. As if someone like you could actually have feelings for him, ridiculous.

"I don't have time for your joke. Get lost." Without caring to look back at you, he left the classroom with a bothered face. It's not that he didn't like you, but everything sounded fake. Despite himself, he doesn't want to be the joke of your stupid friends' group.

"Wait Rin !" Your voice followed by footsteps suddenly sends shivers down his back. Couldn't you just leave him alone ?

But your hand grabbed his wrist in a hurry to try and stop him in his tracks. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, already trying to hide the emotion in your voice.

"I wasn't kidding ! I really do – "

A million thoughts pass by his silly little brain in a second but he sadly didn't have time for this right now. Or he didn't want to think about it at all.

"If you do then let me go." He sounds sharp and uncaring but his heart is weak when you let go of him with a pitiful try to hide the disappointment written on your face. Yet the only thing he does is run away from you, already late for his schedule.

"We'll talk later."

He sent it out of guilt before starting, not liking how he left you like this. Yet the notification of his message fell in deaf ears as you were already crying, hiding yourself in the bathroom.

After crying your emotions out you still went and checked your face after – bad idea. Your eyes are red, cheeks flushed and you can't get rid off the mascara that fell below your eyes. Great.

You sighed, getting yourself together before leaving the building to go home. You've seen his message but honestly you don't think you'll ever have the strength to face him now. Ever. Tears are always on the verge of falling from your eyes and you’ve never felt this shitty in your life. It was the worst day ever ! And your friends would tell you "I told you so." . You hated it.

Yet, without meaning to, you still passed by the football field and saw Rin was still there training, all sweaty and panting as he scored yet another goal. As you ponder if you should stop by and wait for him, since he told you you’ll talk later, you stopped in your tracks right in front of the tribune. From where you stand, you staying or not wouldn’t probably change a thing to your situation. No-one’s waiting for you and you certainly don’t wanna see your friends at that moment. So you decided to stop and take a seat in the front row, gazing at him as your head lay on your arms. 

It doesn’t take long for him to notice you, you can tell and even if you didn’t expect much from him, he stopped and slowly made his way to you.

He feels like an asshole, for once in his life. It’s like he really did something bad that he regrets.

“You’re going to catch a cold.” was all he could think about to break the heavy silence between you two. He doesn’t expect much either, knowing well that you might be upset.

“It’s summer’s end though, it’s still hot…” you answered, muffled in your arms. He was right, the light breeze past nine was in fact colder than you thought but you never wanted to admit that. But you weren’t dumb, you knew he'd notice the goosebumps on your arms. 

Soon his jacket fell on your shoulders, making you blink a few times in a vain attempt to process what happened.

“Take this and go home. Don’t forget it tomorrow.” he finally said before leaving you behind, flustered but with a small smile on your lips. At least he cared more than he looked like.

Putting it on properly, you took your bag and made your way to the exit, following his words – he made sure for you not to get cold, you could at least listen. You expected it to smell like him or some strong cologne he might wear, but instead it simply smells like detergent. And for some reason, it comforted you even more. 

It was a good idea to stop by. 

Hiori never was on the popular side, even if he was a good football player for his two years of high school, he never compared to some of his teammates that got way too much attention for their well being. Not that he ever minded, it was just like this. He prefers his routine to stick to what it is, meeting with his small group of friends, talk about games then go back to his training. It can be boring, but it was simply his life.

Or it was before you came into his life out of nowhere during his last year. You’ve always been in his class but for some reason you two never talked before, he knew your name and that’s it. Until you started to come see him play and encourage him with everything you’ve got.

After that, it seems like you’ve never missed a game and always come to see him at the end of it to tell him how well he played and then proceed to talk with him. It was nothing particularly weird, anybody can start to like football at some point and tell themselves that it’s never too late to befriend someone – beside the fact that you were the prettiest person he had seen.

For some reason, all this happening out of nowhere seems way too suspicious but he never mentioned it to you and was still happy to talk to you and learn more about your interests. He was really awkward at first but as the days went by, turning into months and you never stopped being nice to him, he thought he may have had the wrong idea. Until that day.

“I like you,” you mumbled to him after catching his sleeve before he could leave. Time stopped and your words were echoing in his head endlessly – he couldn't come up with an answer. His mind went blank and all he could do was stare at your feet, trying to ground himself. But you pull on his sleeve once again, right when he feels able to answer.

“Come on, don’t ignore me when I just said that…” He can see you chewing on the inside of your cheek and a disbelief scoffed escaped his mouth.

“Look, I know but it’s just not funny,” he answered lightly but he couldn’t look into your eyes or else he would’ve cried. Saying he didn’t develop a crush on you would be a lie, but he knew it was one sided and was fine with it. But you joking about it wasn’t funny.

“What– No ! I’m not kidding Hiori, listen–”

“I’m sure your friends are laughing a lot but you really should stop now…” he cut you out before you could explain yourself and it felt like it was now or never. You took a step closer to him who was still avoiding your gaze and left a peck on his cheek, close enough to the corner of his lips for him to realize you weren’t lying. His cheeks heat up at your move and he backs down quickly, taking a few steps away from you.

You were the awkward one now, looking away from him. You didn’t want to seem too much of a push over so you nodded to yourself before.

“Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean you have to say I’m joking. With that,” you added before waving at him awkwardly and were about to leave but this time it was Hiori who stopped you. Leaving a quick peck on your lips, he smiled shyly at you who was now a blushing mess – trying to hide your face away but with nowhere to do so.

“It just feels weird, because you’re the pretty one you know.” he giggled. “But I like you too.”

When Yoichi discovered the letter in his locker this morning, his heart stopped. It seemed normal from the outside – and thank god for that – but the inside contained words about how the person felt for him but he felt like dying. Nobody ever confessed to him, even less with a letter.

Nothing helped that he knew who it was. It wasn’t as anonymous as he wished it was, it’s always like this in the movie. He looked like his soul left his body, making his friends worry – even more when he never wanted to mention what was up. He couldn't just tell them, they'd ask to read it and he didn't want them to know who it was. While being asked a thousand questions about it, he secretly glanced your way, a blush on his cheeks. 

You were looking their way, not catching his eyes but with a knowing smile on your lips and he prays for them not to look away from him. He needed to talk this through with you, even if he didn't want to. 

You squeal when your arm is suddenly pulled to the opposite side. Yoichi shushed you down, panicked at the idea of you screaming all of sudden. You blinked a few times, flustered at the sudden proximity. He was only a few centimeters away, looking around to be sure nobody would come and annoyed you and your heart had a hard time following. 

Out of nowhere, he took out the letter from his pocket and almost shoveled it into your face. 

“What is this ?” he whispered as if everyone around was listening to him, making you giggle. 

“A love letter ?” you said, trying to hide your trembling voice. You never expected him to face you like this, he was the kind you can easily forget and yet he was bold enough to ask you straight about it. It charmed you even more at first. 

“Yeah I can tell,” he scoffed. “But that's not funny ok. Get it back and leave me alone.” 

The small shadow of a smile fell from your face in a second, horror rushing in your body when he gave you the letter back – more like pushing it in your hands – before leaving the other way. You have to compose yourself a second before gripping on the letter and run after him.

Stepping out of the corner he pulled you, you rushed after him before tugging on his sleeve. Once again, your letter flew away from your hand right to his face.

“I just told you I liked you ! You could at least keep it even if you don’t feel the same !” you yelled in the middle of the highway, people were sending Yoichi weird looks and he couldn’t control the blush on his cheeks. On the other hand, you never felt so dumb in your entire life. It wasn’t because he seems the most normal boy that he would like you back, not when he didn’t know anything about you, yet you really hoped he would at least treat it well.

“I thought you were joking !” he yelled back, not sure what to believe anymore. “you can whoever you want… why me ?” he subtly asked, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“Why not,” you argue with a pour on your lips. “You’re cute, that’s it. You’re caring with your friends and your mom – I overheard you on the phone once.” your ramble started to get a bit creepy, so instead you got close to him and bump into his shoulder. “Even if you don’t like me yet, we could at least, I don’t know, hang out from time to time.”

A sweet smile formed on his lips. “I’d love to.”

let me know if you liked it !

[sturnsmadl]

enemy!chris headcannons!

warnings!-mostly just angst and chris being a huge dick, swearing, mentions of self harm, slight bodyshaming, bullying, mentions of nudes, kissing, male masturbation, mentions of sex, light fluff, player chris.

enemy!chris who hates all your boyfriends and ex's.

"wheres the ugly guy your always with lately?"

"we broke up.."

"thank god. he bored the shit out of me."

enemy!chris who makes you feel like shit for fun.

"im gonna go get lunch if you wanna-"

"of course you are. always eating."

enemy!chris who still denys he likes you.

"your in love with her. we all see it."

"no im not.."

"the denial is crazy."

enemy!chris who doesn't let you go on dates.

enemy!chris who constantly makes sneaky comments.

enemy!chris who is always looking at your body.

enemy!chris who never lets you get your own way.

"can we go target instead?"

"oh yeah! i love-"

"actually walmarts good."

"can you just fucking decide?!"

enemy!chris who makes excuses like crazy.

"i was drunk." "i dont know. i was tired." "phone got hacked."

enemy!chris who you regret hooking up with.

"wasnt saying all this when you were under me."

"shutup. i regret that everyday."

"oh.."

enemy!chris who goes through your phone while your asleep.

enemy!chris who is always harsh with you.

"im gonna go to the gym when i-"

"thats a shocker."

enemy!chris who blocks all the boys off your phone.

enemy!chris who always asks for you to send.

"hi."

"what?"

"you tryna send something?"

enemy!chris who doesn't let you get a word in.

"oh nick did i tell you about-"

"god no one fucking cares..shut the fuck up for once."

enemy!chris who hooks up with girls all the time so you know your just a number.

"u said i was.."

"different? yeah. i say that a lot huh?"

enemy!chris who breaks your lock when he finds out you hurt yourself.

"fuck..where are you?!"

"bathroom.."

enemy!chris who keeps an eye on you at parties.

enemy!chris who shows you up when your in a group.

"i got this new shirt and its like-"

"suprised you could afford it."

"chris.."

enemy!chris who feels slightly bad when he finds you crying because of his words.

"are you...okay..?"

"do i look okay?!"

"uhh..no..?"

enemy!chris who stares at you when you scream at him.

"AND YOU CANT KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS CAN YOU?!"

"well..i-"

"EVERYTIME I TRY SPEAK YOU HAVE TO INSULT ME!!"

enemy!chris who kisses you to shut you up.

"chris your really starting to-"

kisses you

enemy!chris who hugs you to his chest when you cry.

"shh..your okay.."

"its not i-"

"your getting makeup on my white shirt."

"oh fuck off chris."

enemy!chris who gets caught jerking off to your pictures.

"fuck!..nghm..y/n.."

"chris have you seen-"

"what?! get out!!"

enemy!chris who finally admits everything.

"sorry..i was just too scared to admit my own feelings.."

"oh..i mean..nick said-"

"doesnt matter. im sorry."

enemy!chris who actually feels guilty.

"but..you said all that stuff so quick like you didnt even think.."

"i know..i didnt mean it. i was just a dick."

enemy!chris who loves make-up sex.

"yeah? fuck your tight..you feel that?"

"yeah! fuck chris.."

a/n this is a lot but its kinda my favourite one lol. i like angst so thats probably why :) needed to put some warnings which i probably should from now on for all tbh. im very aware that chris would never act like this!!! mafia matt might be out tommorow depends how im feeling tbh.

taglist! @bellaonthelow @hrtsdollie @moonk1ss3d @sturnclouds @christophersgf @ellizzyy @fratbrochrisgf @phoenix062 @pixxiies @conspiracy-ash @blahbel668 @monroesturnns @gwennybenny @sturnobsessedwh0re @xoxo4chriss @pixie-sticks-are-good @wurlibydominicfike @anitahunt @ilusa @mattstrombolii @stvrlighht @asherrisrandom @amelia-sturniolo3

[screampied]

NEED A JJK LIST DESCRIPTIONING OF HOW THE WHIMPER AUDIOS OR JORKING AUDIOS BE SOUNDING LIKE AND WHAT THEY BE SAYING LIKE PLSSS NGH 🤤😵‍💫😱😱🙏😵‍💫🙏🤤🙏😵‍💫😒🤤

OMMMG

first would be satoru and choso. i can’t choose between the two but they def have the best whimpering audios. babbles your name over and over if it’s a nut audio, cries n whimpers how much they miss u. satoru would def be like “i know you don’t like me touchin myself but i miss you,” and he’d have such a pout. choso would probably be like, “baby hurry up ‘n come home safe please. not gonna touch myself until you say i can,” and i like to think choso has more restraint so he’ll wait until we come home, satoru rly doesn’t gaf he’s gonna hump our side of the bed n blow up our phone with whiny audios and ‘😣☹️’ emojis LMAO

second would be suguru. he’ll give you whine audios if you ask but thinks it’s kinda weird but you’re his baby <3 has such good jerking off videos, def wears tones of rings and his videos are like literally ten minutes long. would say somethin like “fuck, you’re killin’ me sweetheart. bet you’re laughin’ at how pathetic i sound. need you so bad, shit.”

toji’s third. good luck getting him to make him whimper on audio 👩‍💻👩‍💻. his ego won’t let him, but his jerking off videos are top tier. they last even longer than ten minutes, i’d say an hour. toji would actually facetime you so you can watch him stroke himself, def has your panties in his hand too. HESSS SO. toji would say smth like, “this would feel so much better if my hand was yours, babygirl. aw, dont give me that look. oh. these? i’ll wash ‘em after.” he doesn’t

fourth are nanami and sukuna. i can’t see them with whine audios, sukuna would rather die lol but nanami maybe. he’s like ‘🧐🧐🧐’ when you ask him to send him a audio of him whining but he sends it. like three, i think nanami would def overstim himself for you <3 he has good nut videos too. he’s kinda shy so he’d cover his face the entire time, making sure you get a pretty glimpse of his blond happy trail. nanami would be like “hope this is a nice video for you, my love. gettin’ myself all dirty jus for you,” meanwhile sukuna 🗿 he doesn’t send jerking videos. man doesn’t have a phone, let alone know how to use one. if he were to send one, it would be like three seconds because he hates technology. he prefers the real thing. LOL he’s trying. he’ll just come up to your face and stroke off right in front of you 🙂‍↕️

[teaffrogy]

Everything's okay[Astarion]

SUM. Maybe it was jealousy what Astarion felt when Layla was with Wyll, and that they had fun. Maybe it was because Layla made fun of him and with Wyll she didn't. Maybe it wasn't hate what he felt with Layla but hurt.

A/N: Tav is Female in this part. Also I will make more side stories for everyone. :)) as always you can change it to whatever you'd like. If you have any request u can always send them to my inbox!! Love you all❤️ also I am sorry if Astarion seems OOC :(

Explanation here<-

Astarion wasn't very fond of Layla. After all, she is a kid, and he hates kids. She was a mess, a horrible mess. She gets dirty easily. She likes to get in the mud with scratches and the OwlCub. She was also a troublemaker. A big one. If Astarion looked away from his tent just for one second, his nicely stacked books were now all on the floor, or some of his belongings were missing.

Ha has openly said how much he hates Layla, but everyone calls him a jerk. Oh, but Layla had favorites, and one of them was Wyll. She admired him, she loved him!! And that annoyed him. He found it annoying how she would keep his tent so nice and tidied and nice. She never took anything and did not even make fun of him at all! He crossed his arms as he saw Layla talking with Wyll.

“Is something the matter?” You ask as you look at Astarion. He hummed and turned to look at you. “Oh, nothing, darling.” He says as he touches your face, admiring how gorgeous you looked. You smiled at him and kissed his hand. “Is it Layla again?” You ask as you look at your daughter who was playing with Wyll. You held his hand and smiled, “She will like you soon, okay? It just takes time for her.”

“Well apparently with Wyll she didn't.” He said and you chuckled at him. “Stop that,” Astarion says.

“Stop what?”

“Making fun Of me!”

“I am not! I just find it funny that you are jealous of Wyll.” You say. And he presses His hand to his chest, surprised. “I am not jealous. Not one bit! Actually, and I am sorry to say this, dear, but I hate Layla.” He says. You shake your head. “Okay, whatever you say.” She says and kisses his cheek. “You can feed on me tonight.” You say and head back to helping Gale. “Thank you, Darling.” He says, hoping you heard that. He looked back at Wyll, and Layla was looking at him. She had this curious look on her, but when she noticed Astarion looking at her, she stuck her tongue out and ran to her mother. You look at Layla gently pick her up and kiss her on her cheek.

Layla, while still looking at Astarion, kissed her mom on the cheek. He rolls his eyes at her and grabs his book. It wasn't like he cared anyway.

He sits down to read his book. And he knew that Layla was coming. He drops the book and grabs her arm. “Ah! I caught you!” He yells and Layla laughs. A Laugh she gives to Wyll or Karlach when they play. She stops, seeming like she noticed and stopped herself on purpose. And before she could run away, she kicked His nicely stacked books on the floor. She laughs at him and runs away.

“You little shit!” He yells.

As Astarion pulls away from your neck, gently, he takes the last gulp of blood he had left in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Thank you again, Darling.” He says and you nod. You moved to touch his face and moved his hair behind his ears. He smiles at you and you smile back, bringing him into a soft kiss. You sit up and say, “I will be right back, I'm going to clean myself off. Please take a look at Layla while I am gone.” You grabbed some spare clothes and looked at Astarion. “Can I kiss you?” You asked.

“Can't get enough?” You giggled, and he brought you in for a kiss. You kiss him back, testing the metallic flavor of the blood he drank. “Okay, I'll be back soon.” You say as you walk away. Astarion stood there, not knowing if he should stay in his tent or go to your tent. He decided to stay, not wanting to be greeted by Layla's attitude if she did wake up. Like always, he grabs his book, turns on a candle, and starts to read. He would look up from his book to your tent from time to time. His red eyes scanned around, and everyone was in their tents, sleeping. It felt quiet and lonely.

But the silence stops as he hears soft sobs. He hasn't heard these sobs before. He turned to everyone's tent but everything seemed quiet. No candle was on. He looks at your tent and is met with Layla, her hair is messy and she's rubbing one eye as she sobs. She looked lost. She moves to look at Wyll’s tent but he isn't there. She looked over at Karlach but She wasn't there either. She looked at everyone but the candles were out and no one was outside, except Astarion. Her sobs become crying as she runs up to Astarion. He froze as he saw her running to him. She then lays in his lap and wraps her arms around him as she sobs. “I miss Mama.” She cries as she hugs him. He slowly moved his arms to wrap them around her small body and he sighed.

“She will be back soon,” Astarion says. “I want Mama back!” she cries, he could feel her tears wet his shirt, but it didn't matter. “Everything is okay.” He says as he gently rubs his hand on her hair. “She will come back.” He still holds onto her as the candle shines. Her crying calms down and her breathing becomes softer. As she falls asleep, Astarion still holds on to her. He fixes her up in his arms as her head is lying now on his arm instead of his shoulder. He grabs a blanket near him and puts it on her. He looks down at Layla. She had dried tears on her cheeks.

She must have been terrified. She lost her mom once. Is this how she was when she couldn't find her mom in the morning? Did she cry like this? Who did she hug? He brushes Layla's hair behind her ear and feels sad. She must have felt so alone. He didn't hate her, he just didn't like that Layla didn't like him. He wanted to have a good relationship like hers and Wyll's. He had a soft spot for her. And he had that feeling for you too, that feeling of having something to care for.

He hears footsteps approaching and he sees you. “Oh.” Was all you said as you saw Layla in his arms. You smiled at him and kissed Layla's forehead. “Thank you Astarion.” You say and press your forehead on his. “She looks just like you.”

“I know, I've been told that a lot.” You say and close your eyes. “I…I don't know what to do.” He says and you look at him. “She likes you, you know?” You say. “She did this to a boy she liked but didn't know how to approach him so she would throw anything at him. At the end, she just said she wanted to be his friend.” You say, remembering how your Layla, who was 5, told everything to you about that boy. She wanted a friend, she just didn't know how to be his friend.

“What if she actually Doesn't like me?”

“She does.” You say as you kiss his cheek. You look down at Layla, who was sleeping, so calmly. “We will try, okay?” You say and he nods.

“I don't hate her, I really care for her.”

“And she knows.”

He looks at Layla, and he actually sees her with you and him. In his life. Where you three all live together. Maybe he did want that. Layla, you, and him.

And everything would be okay.

Astarion was woken up by Layla's giggles. He opens his eyes and sees Layla looking down at him. “Hi.” She says.

This felt…weird. By now, his whole tent would be a mess, but it was nice, pretty like always. “Hello.” He says as he sits up. Layla looks down at her shoes and back at her mom, who was 7 feet apart from them. Layla was blushing, her little foot digging the floor. “I'm sorry.” She whispers. “I'm sorry for being a mean person to you.” Layla says, and Astarion just smiles at her. “It's okay, except for the fact you called me old.” Layla smiles at him, but her smile drops as she looks away from him.

“I just don't want Mommy to leave me again.” She admits. “And I won't take her.” He says. Her [Eye Color]’s look at his red eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” He says, and Layla smiles at him. She gives him a hug and runs back to her mom, giving her leg a hug and hiding behind it. She likes Astarion. And Astarion does, too.

[leclsrc]

low life ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, pwp, this is just. nasty Smut guys, max and reader do not like each other, fem!reader who’s a sky sports reporter (not always mentioned, but the foundation of her relationship w/ max)

word count: 3k

You really don’t like Max Verstappen. What you’re doing in his hotel room is a separate issue.

nsfw warnings under the cut! 

18+ because… penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool cover your tool!), dirty talk (degradation), guys… like max is mean (is that so ooc /j), crying, rough rough sex, descriptions of size lol

auds here... the very much asked for repost of the hate sex fic... sequel to come... perhaps... hoping ur **** banks are filled as u have repeatedly told me they would be if i reposted ahjsjdhhs

Your back hits the wall with a dull thud when he slams you against it, hands firm against your waist to keep you close to him.

You wince, a brief fuck you escaping your lips breathlessly before you tug him in by the collar of his shirt, pressing your mouths together. He pulls away to mumble it back, quiet and slurred—fuck you, too.

It’s not sweet or gentle; but then again, nothing about you two ever is. Your fated juxtaposition as reporter and driver have always led you both to the same place of teasing and annoying each other with taunts and remarks that rile the both of you up. There’s always someone around, though, to make sure nothing escalates: Charles, Horner, sometimes Ted, your boss. 

None of them are here, and that’s precisely what allows for you both to be doing this. The kiss is so intense you’re positive it bruises, and Max’s grip on you only tightens, breaths mingling, becoming shorter as the moments pass. His fingers flex and loosen around your waist, and your hands tangle behind his neck, so you’re keeping him flush against you when you bite his lip hard.

He detaches the both of you from the wall—you’re not even sure if he locked the door—and throws you onto the bed. He does so with barely any effort and the realization sends a rush of arousal through you, makes you grow wetter under the skirt you wore today.

Max hovers above you, one knee on the bed but standing. He chews his lip and tastes a faint hint of blood. “I hate you,” you spit. You sit up a little, tugging on the hem of his shirt, your fingers dangerously close to where he needs them most.

He tugs his shirt off from the back and still your hands don’t stop lingering, fingers coiling into his belt loops. “You hate me?” He tests, and his voice is low and annoyed, the way it always is with you. You two have always been like this, cat and mouse, and neither of you ever gives in first. 

You untangle your hands from his belt loops and start unfastening his belt, your gaze lidded as you watch his composure dissolve fast. “Yeah,” you continue, your voice skittish and mocking. “You’re a fucking dickhead.” You pull his belt off and travel back to the bulge in his jeans, squeezing to watch him jerk with the sensation of it.

“Right, call me a dickhead,” he says, his hand coming to ghost over yours, guiding you along his hard-on. “And keep acting like you haven’t soaked through your panties.”

You blink and find yourself quiet, without a concrete rebuttal, mind cloudy from thinking of what you’re touching. You hear him laugh from the depths of where your mind has totally disassociated, focused only on his cock, his voice, his teasing. You glare at him, watch his tongue poke into his cheek as he cocks his head to the side, like he’s asking—this is it? I win?

Rolling your eyes, your grip on his bulge grows antsy, and you buck your hips up into the air. He removes his hand, and it lands on you, tugging at the hem of your skirt. He takes time to stare at your legs in them, the short material providing a wonderful image to him. “You’re such a dick,” you muster, trying desperately to ignore how close his hand is to the apex of your thighs. 

He’s hard against your fingers, thick and heavy, and you can’t help but wish you could pull it out, press it against your lips, make him cum all by yourself.

Roughly, as always, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your skirt and yanks it off. You absently hear fabric ripping when he drops the tiny bundle of cloth on the floor beside him, his own focus zeroing onto your panties. You roll your eyes, raising your foot to kick at his hip. “Stop staring.”

Having snapped, he doesn’t miss a beat before tearing your underwear off—and this time, you’re not mistaken. You lift your ass so he can yank it off better, and let your head raise to watch Max gather spit in his mouth, letting it drop onto your pussy.

You whine. “What the fuck, Max?” The insult is half-hearted because you stutter halfway throughout, your hand removing itself from his hard-on to find leverage on the bedsheets. “Stop being so gross.”

“I’m gross?” He poses, his lisp heavy. His fingers spread his spit over your clit until you’re shivering, head drooping back down, grip on the blanket tightening. “You’re the one who came to me after the race. To ‘congratulate’ me. Like I didn’t know that was bullshit.”

He rubs faster, watches your thighs tremble.

“You’re the one in my bed, in my room, with my fingers in you,” he continues, and you’re not sure what has more of an effect on you—his words or his hand. “The one who wore such a short skirt on the paddock today, and insisted on interviewing me before the race.”

He sees right through you; he does, every time, without fail, sees your tactics and techniques to gain just a lick of his attention. He pushes a finger into you, and then another, watching them fuck in and out of you. “I wonder what your boss’d say if he knew my most outspoken critic is here fucking herself on my fingers.”

He’s rough with it, impatient, but also calculated, like he knows exactly how you feel. His fingers tug and curl in you, his thumb plays insistently with your clit, unrelenting. Everything he does is overwhelming, wrenching a cry out of you. His words, his teasing—they’ve got you so wet you’re gushing slick all over his fingers, causing an embarrassingly loud noise to vibrate through the room. “Should I tell Kravitz his favorite reporter’s slutting herself out to his least favorite driver?”

Max is bluffing and you know it, but still the way he phrases it has you clenching around him, hips canting to chase your orgasm. He slows down, prolongs the edge, because as per Max Verstappen law, he’s a fucking asshole all the time. “F—fuck you,” you stammer, mind lost. You can feel his dick growing at your hip, and you long to have it in your grip again. 

“Don’t worry, schat,” he says, feigning concern. “I won’t tell a soul. You’re gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt, anyway.” His fingers speed up, thick and glistening, and you try to mentally stave off your own climax—but you’re done for. You lie flat and cover your face with both your hands, trying your best to take it, his fingers plunging in and out of you quickly.

For someone who hates you, he reads your signals too well. He sees it in the furrow of your brows, the way your moans are higher and higher in pitch, your shaky legs. He feels it, too, the clench and grip of your sopping cunt—you look so cute like this, he thinks, so pretty.

“I’m gonna cum,” goads itself out of you in a whimper. “Max—fuck—I’m gonna cum.”

You can feel it, the tension knotting. You clench around his fingers, and your hand slams and wraps over his wrist in attempt to slow him down, but to no avail. His thumb speeds up over your clit, and yes, you’re here, just on the very, very brink of it—then he pulls his soaked fingers out.

You groan out loud, and it tapers into a whine. “Asshole!” You cry, pouting. You’re flushed everywhere. “I was so close, Max.”

“I know,” he says simply. He tugs his dick out with one hand, strokes over it with the one he just fucked you with. You grow warm at the sight of it, lifting your head slightly, transfixed. “Flip over. Wanna see your cunt.”

He’s abrasive with his words, uncaring, with no filter whatsoever. You stay put, crossing your arms. You’re acutely aware you don’t have the upper hand, but stand your ground. “I was going to cum, like, right then.”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Max says, swatting your bare thigh. “Get on your knees, face down.”

You yelp at the slap, and then the one that comes next, pausing to decide your next actions. Begrudgingly, you refuse to make eye contact as you heave yourself off the bed, peeling your sweater off and flipping over fully, drawing your knees in. Having worn nothing underneath the thick top you wore, you’re totally exposed now, a realization that makes you shudder.

Faintly, you hear rustling behind you, and you assume maybe he’s shoving his jeans down. You have barely any time to call his attention before a big hand lands on your ass, and you whine out loud at the pain and surprise of it. You can hear him stroking over his dick, messy and fast, the way he always is.

“Spread your ass,” he grunts. You know better than to let him ask you twice, and while you normally would, to push his buttons, you’re in the interest of gaining an orgasm before the night ends.

Burning with embarrassment, you reach over, smushing your face into the bed and spreading yourself apart, showing him everything: your puffy, glistening cunt, a rivulet of slick dripping onto his bed. Behind you, Max strokes over his cock faster, grunting a cacophony of Dutch profanity. He can almost feel your pussy wrapped around him, and reaches over with his free hand to run fingers over your cunt, to feel it flutterin from his touch alone. His.

It plays back as a fond memory—the times you would test him on camera, ask him about dubious moments during a race with a tone sharper than any other reporter’s. The times you held a sort of confidence over him. He’ll admit, you were right most times—but now, here you are, spread out for him like a slut.

It’s funny, almost. He finishes jerking himself off and guides the tip of his cock to your waiting pussy, dragging it through the slick. He’s waited this long, and God knows he deserves this, this godly feeling of having you around him.

“Fuck you, asshole,” you mutter, because of course you always need to get the last word in.

He hums, letting his dick slide in between your folds. He feels you shudder, and it pleases him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he says, jerking his hips forward and finally sinking into you for the first time. It’s even better than he predicted, warm and tight, and still fluttering around him like a vice.

He grinds into you, deep strokes, and your grip is sliding with how good he hits you. He can feel your slick collecting around his dick, but he can hear it even better, a squelch that turns him on as much as it totally humiliates you. He’s not sweet, he never is. He’s raw, desperate, rough when he fucks into you, bruising you in and out, knocking the temptation to fire a taunt at him out of you in a single thrust.

“I—I hate you,” you moan out, and you should anticipate the spank that comes, but still it jolts a yelp out of you. “I fucking hate you.”

He retaliates by fucking you harder, which you were almost certain was impossible at this point, but he’s drunk on the feeling, on watching your ass bounce every time his hips meet you. He’s thick, and big, and it feels like he’s splitting you open, making you take it, without mercy. 

He yanks a fistful of your hair and pulls you up, flush against his back. Your hands slip from where they’d been spreading you open and you can’t find purchase fast enough with how hard he fucks you. The angle sends his dick even deeper into you, your eyes rolling back, chest flushed, drool escaping the corner of your lip. “Still hate me?” He asks into your ear, a hand coming to pinch at your clit. Your body curls it on itself but he doesn’t let it, holds you in place, makes you stand his endless teasing. 

You’re silent save for the panting and whimpering that escapes you, and Max slows his pace to a drag, so you can feel it better. It’s still not enough, you find, and you tilt your hips back to try and encourage him to go faster again. “Answer me.”

“I can’t,” you try, and you hopelessly realize your mind’s so muddled you don’t even remember the question he’s referring to. “I can’t, just fuck me.”

He laughs, because he’s Max, and he pounds hard, once, before slowing down again. “Beg for it.”

It’s an embarrassing proposition, and you pause, letting his statement sizzle into the thick, tense air. “I’m not begging for shit,” you say defensively.

“Hmm?” He stops moving and lets go of your hair—the sudden loss of grip has you tumbling forward, flopping onto the bed unceremoniously. You try to grind backwards, to feel his cock sink into you further, but he holds your hips still and you whine.

“Max,” you say, on the edge of desperation.

“I said beg,” he repeats, nonchalant. You shake your head, petulant, and he tugs you back up. Every time you change positions—pressed against him, then bent over for him—you’re hit with a new dizzy whiplash of having his dick pressed against a different spot, and you seize, feeling a throb of pleasure ripple through you.

He thrusts once, then stops, and you shake your head again. “P—” you try, pausing, the humiliation welling up in you, warmth spreading all over your body. “Please, Max.”

“Please what?” He thrusts again, and again this time, building a drawn-out pace. You grind back against him, and thank God he lets you. 

“Please—” you whimper, “Max, please, I need you to fuck me.”

It’s his greenlight, fucking you hard all over again, yanking even harder at your hair so he can take a good look at your fucked out face, eyes rolled over, tongue lolling out. Your lids flutter every time he hits that spot inside you, legs spasming. “This is what you wanted, hmm?” Fuck, his dick’s literally tearing you in half. “My dick in this cunt?”

His vulgar words go straight to your core, slick coating his cock again and again. Stupidly, you nod, slipping a hand between your legs to play with your clit. Absently, you hear him ordering you to open your mouth. Already slack-jawed, you lean back, open it a bit more.

He drops spit into your mouth, thrusts hard and tells you to swallow—you follow immediately, drunk on the feeling of his dick pounding you, splitting you in half. Any other time, you would call this gross, but you find yourself growing wetter. “Always calling me an asshole,” he sneers, “a dickhead, a cheeky motherfucker. Just anything. You’re so mean to me, schatz. But now…”

“It’s so good,” you moan, lost in the sensation. “Want it so bad.” Whatever shreds of dignity you have left are flying out the window. You’re barely coherent.

“Now you’re wrapped around me like a good slut.” He drops your hair and presses your cheek against the sheets, forcing a cry out of you. “Tell me—what’d you call me last week, after the race in Sao Paulo?”

You can’t forget. He pulled an asshole move there, and you weren’t afraid to air out your grievances. But here? Why would you need to clarify your muddled brain to tell him that? You shut your eyes. “I—I called you a,” you attempt, “a dirty driver.”

“Yeah, you did. You like taking cock in my bed then? After calling me dirty?” He tugs you up, and you follow, boneless almost, then he drops you down anyway. You’re dizzy with pleasure. “Answer me.”

“Y—yes,” you stutter. “So much.”

“I know you do,” he pants. “‘Cause you get dumb when you have a cock stuffed in you, huh?” His words are too much, all at once, building up inside you until you’re clenching around him, cumming totally untouched. He just laughs at how you look—absolutely wrecked, debauched, sweaty and still writhing around his dick. 

He thrusts, at a bruising pace that doesn’t let you recover from your orgasm. “There you go,” he digs mockingly, “cumming all over me.” He looks down at where your cunt, puffy and slick, is spread around his dick, and lets another glob of spit land on it. He rubs his thumb over it, then brings it higher, over your ass. “Maybe next time I’ll get to fuck this one, huh?”

“Max,” you beg, but he’s uncaring of how sensitive you are. 

He reaches over to rub your clit, his pace quickening until your moans are involuntary and being forced out of you at a staccato rhythm, thin ah ahs that has Max keeping himself from cumming. Jesus, you’re still wet, so perfect around him, the perfect little cocksleeve.

“You’ve been so good, schatz,” he heaves, “apologizing for being so mean, letting me use this cunt. ‘M gonna cum, and you’re gonna take that, too. Yeah?”

You nod, mindlessly, listening to him breathe hard, feeling him lean forward and press his forehead to your shoulder, shuddering, dick twitching—and then he’s unloading inside you. The sheer sensation of it is euphoric and jerks another climax out of you, both of you convulsing around each other.

Wordlessly, you unbend, to press your back against his chest like earlier, and you reach your arm behind you to hug his head close to yours. He thrusts again, and you can feel his cum dribbling out of you, warm and sticky. 

“Fuck you,” you pant, “this is so gross.”

But your grip doesn’t let up, and you let Max press a sloppy kiss to your neck, his facial hair ticklish against the thin skin. You both pause for a minute, breaths loud and brief. His lips linger against your skin, another kiss pressed into it, a way for him to channel the immense pleasure he feels.

“I always knew the mean Sky Sports reporter would be a good fuck,” he says into your neck. You elbow him, skin slippery, and let out a fuck you again. He’s silent, then.

“...Round two?”

[kennysboxergf]

Niko nsfw alphabet pls

Alphabet ~ Niko Omilana

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Niko LOVES kisses. He would clean you up (doesn’t like the mess) and then kisses and kisses. He doesn’t seem like one to tire off and fall asleep so he would probably talk to you about anything in the dark, twirling your hair around his finger as he presses gentle kisses to your face.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Niko loves his hands. He loves how large they are because of his height. He grabs onto anything and everything he can on you with them. 

He loves your boobs. Obviously. He strikes me as a very tit person. He also probably loves your hair, loves twirling it, feeling it, pulling it, you name it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves to see his cum on (and in) you but hates the feeling of it after he’s come down from the post sex drive so he’ll stumble around trying to find anything to clean it up.

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

He’s quite submissive when it comes to it. He loves when you’re on top telling him what to do. He’s also probably quite an exhibitionist. Doing it in risky places where people could find you and kick you out probably turns him on more. (I get this from all the prank videos. How does he have the courage to do all that?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

He probably has had a few partners before so he’s not inexperienced but he still likes discovering new things that are specific only to you.

F = Favorite position 

Cowgirl. Omggg he loves to see the way he’s pleasing you. You face twisted in pleasure and your tits bouncing in front of him? GET HIM IN THERE.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

Goofy as fuck, r u kidding me? He’s cracking jokes as he’s entering you and at some points you want to just kick him out and sort yourself out but then he laughs, apologises and then fucks you good so it’s all good right.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

It’s clean but it’s not silky smooth down there. Pretty well manscaped but there is still hair. He takes care of himself, girl it’s alright.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Niko is very intimate, always trying to be right next to you, whispering affirmations into your ears (or you whispering them into his). His full attention is on you making air eyes touching all the right places and that you’re having fun. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He would text you telling you how much he needs you. It would be up to you if you wanted to send him any material for his activities but whenever he would jerk off he would be thinking of you. Imagining it was your hand on his cock, imagining that you were there whispering sweet nothings to you. 

He would probably also be moaning really loud especially if he knows he’s alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE. My man loves being affirmed and loves affirming you too. Always a little “you’re doing so good” or a “oh my god that feels heavenly” or just an especially loud moan from you when he does something different is enough to get him going even harder.

He would probably also be into a little orgasm denial (to you or to himself) he loves waiting when he knows it’s going to be even better when he finally gets to cum. He also loves seeing how desperate you get when you don’t get to cum, he loves that he drives you to that point.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

This man would start going at it anywhere, bathrooms, cars but he does like the comfort of his own room (or yours) where he knows where everything is. He would probably also do it in the other boy’s rooms (with your consent) to fuck witth them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Give him a wink and trail your finger up his arm, he would be very easily turned on. Bend over in front of him once and suddenly you’re fucking in the kitchen. He truly is attracted to you.

Especially when you lay a hand on his thigh (maybe trail up higher a little), he is SENSITIVE so he would abandon everything if you did that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

I think he’s pretty game for anything but he doesn’t strike me as a big degrading guy. He would get to call you, someone he adores in every space, anything bad so I think he would stay away from that.

Unless it’s something you really want, then he might experiment with it after (thoroughly) understanding what you gain from it. Like I said he’s pretty game.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Man loves both, he loves to eat you out knowing how much he’s pleasing you, not caring how much he can breathe. He keeps going after you’ve cum because he loves the taste of you so much.

He lives it when you’re down there too, your lips on his cock, licking at his tip and veins? He would be in shambles.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He would start off slow and then build up to a ravenous pace as the tension in the room builds. Fast and rough for most of the night but he makes sure not to hurt you.

Sometimes though he’s down and he just wants to love you so he’s slow and sensual, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you as he slowly thrusts into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies are an option and you two do have quickies very often in bar bathrooms and cars but he likes taking care of you after so it’s not preferred. It does happen a lot but doesn’t mean it’s preferred. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

As long as it isn’t affecting no one physically (like no condoms), he loves risks. He wants to know all the ways to please you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He is definitely never fucking satisfied. The two of you have just finished and he’s lying there on the bed panting and he turns his head to look at you and has the audacity to say “round two” to your face. You do end up having another round but this man does not rest.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

It’s a meh on the toys. You have some but they rarely come out and they’re mostly for him because he doesn’t think he needs any to please you. (And the toys are probably only like rings so he can contain himself)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you but you’re nothing less than him. The two of you make it a game to rile each other up and he's very easily worked up. But he does love to tease, making you whine and moan in need before he indulges you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Just like he is around friends he’s very loud in bed. Moaning like you don’t even have neighbours. He doesn’t contain any sounds, he would whimper and whine into your ears. You have definitely gotten a few complaints over the course of your relationship but he responds with just getting louder the next night.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves the foreplay of when you two are just grinding on each other. He loves how it kind of stretches it out so he can enjoy every second of it with you.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

My man is packing with a capital P. I’d say 7-9 inches? Nothing fucking crazy (I once did see someone say 12 inches in this spot and I genuinely 😨) but he is long. Not very thick but he can work with the length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Niko’s sex drive is really high. He wants you all the time. It is crazy. And as soon as you give him the slightest of signals that you’re up for it too he jumps on the opportunity.

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very. He loves to go for multiple rounds. But after he’s mostly satisfied he still lays awake for a while talking to you so he does take some time to doze off.

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There it is! Not sure if I’m confident on all of these but it’s here. I loved doing this so please request more with other members and maybe the sfw one? (Please this is turning into the horniest place ever with all these smut requests 😭)

anyways as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[rottin6]

mdni. 18+ | bartylily. @sommerregenjuniluft i truly hate u cw: smut [spit kink, cockslapping, facefucking + name calling]

barty's hand is somehow wrapped in lily’s hair to the point where she can’t move and her fucking neck aches. his flexed veiny forearm sends her a shove that buzzes in her head. she breathes out a moan while keeping her eyes closed. it's all so much, in such a delicious way, and she obeys by opening her mouth when she sees that familiar motion of him pulling her head back. as expected, a thick tip scrapes against her taste buds and smacks against her hanging tongue before plunging down her throat.

lily gives a sharp lurch. as he fucks her face and moves her around like a fleshlight, she drools from the corners of her mouth. very much a willing and obedient toy for barty. his hips buck to meet her, pushing his cock inward with every thrust, regardless of how much she suppresses and works through her gags. it moves quickly. as he uses her, that aching in her spine gets worse. he watches her reaching her highest potential and pushing herself to the highest. barty knows she’s going to push off the second she grasps his thighs, so he decides for her by folding over and pulling himself out. before the pressure collapses, a thick thread of cum and spit tie the two of them together, glossing lily’s legs and chest like a satin ribbon. she loves it harsh, so he’ll give it to her harder and harder, over and over. 

he jerks back her neck and pulls back his hand, slamming it violently into her ass cheek. it comes off harsher than it is, and lily’s skin burns right away. her sex bursts with elation, spilling across her bare thighs and onto the floor as she cries out. barty gives her another one, slapping her in the same place with the tips of his fingers, harder than the last, intensifying the pain each time, as if he wasn't happy with the first. she whimpers when it hits, pulling away instinctively, but the hold on her hair is tight. 

he tells her, "look at me," but she’s not quite ready for that. breathing deeply through her nose while her pussy pulsates with a yearning to be filled, she holds back tears. she can still taste his dick—a mixture of sweat and bitter pre-cum—as well as the odour of both of their bodies. "i said, look at me," barty says, yanking her over by her hair and giving her another forceful pat on the cheek to make sure she’s listening. lily’s eyebrows rise as the sting on her ass gets worse, and she’s hungry for another. he holds her jaw, turning her to face him, and lily’s nails stretch out to grasp his forearm. barty tongues his upper lip, slightly beaded with sweat, as she opens her eyes to see him. “that's right. fuckin’ slut like you still does what she’s told, huh?” he asks incredulously, "you fucking love having your throat fucked?" without waiting for a response, he arches himself up to tower over her, thrusts his hips forward, and pushes his cock towards her lips until it pushes through. it slips in, and as soon as he has any room to move, he pulls out, and lily gags when it slaps across her face.

“open up." it's already obvious to her what barty plans to do when he tells her. she lowers her head eagerly and sticks out her tongue for him to see. he tightly pinches the bone on either side of her chin as he cups it in his fingers. "you want it that bad, huh?" he asks, and lily can tell he believes she’s too eager for him by the way his lips curve. with the little space he allows her, she meekly nods her head when he gives her a small shake. "do me a favour, tell me if it tastes like my cig." he says, before he gathers up the spit and shoots it into her mouth. he's fucking with her; he knows it tastes awful. as she swallows back into her throat, she flinches and instinctively closes her eyes. 

lily can't help but pull a face. he pats her cheek and asks, seemingly caring, "aw, don't like it?" barty knows she’s wet in her pants and slick as fuck right now. "keep it open for me, angel, go ahead and swallow." she obeys, listening like a good girl, and parts open her mouth. "fucking freak." he tells her, “would you listen to anything i tell you?" and for barty, she honestly would. "let me see." lily opens her mouth to show him, sticking out her tongue in case he thought she was hiding some underneath. with his hand on her jaw, he moves her around while looking inside her mouth. she swallows, trying to show him there’s nothing inside, yet he wants to go farther with it. "nah, lemme check." suddenly, two fingers slide inside her open lips and she gags, saliva gushing forth. as his fingers carelessly wriggle through all of her soft tissue, making her lurch, barty snickers at her. drool pours out from around his fingers as he keeps lily as still as possible while she tries not to gag repeatedly. he pushes his hand in more as she attempts to keep hold of him inside her. "you look fucking pathetic, you know that?"

[rreeaahh]

Green eyes VS green badge | R. A. B.

Second chapter of "One way ticket" | Ch. 1

pair> regulus black x lestrange! reader | > mentions of james potter x reader | > james potter x lily evans

summary> the hate between y/n and regulus is hidden from anyone else, but maybe his actions combined with a heartbreak aren't the best outcome for y/n

word count> 2.7k

warnings> regulus being a jerk, again? reader being kind of a teacher's pet? mentions of discrimination based on blood purity; nothing else, in my opinion, feel free to tell me if i should add anything!

a/n> THIS WAS WRITTEN IN ONE GO, HOLY SHIT. I DID NOT PROOFREAD IT. thank u guys for all the support showed here<3 its crazy, honestly. the tag list is open for this series, so feel free to send me an ask or a comment of you want to be added! also, i have a thought and idk, i'd make this idea more detailed but on wattpad, and keep it a little shorter here, what do you think?

There were four simple rules that Y/N needed to follow since she could talk and understand what she was being told.

The first one was that she could never, ever in her whole life disobey her father – he was the only one who cared for her, for her future, for her dignity and he was the only one who wished to see her become a strong and powerful witch; that’s what he claimed, at least.

The second one was that she was not allowed to ever question the Dark Lord’s word – her father said that Tom Riddle, his old friend, was the one who told him to keep her, to raise her and protect her as a father should. In other words, she has a dad because a bald snake-looking man said she was worth the effort.

The third one, one with a great significance, was that she should not interact with Mudbloods more than necessary – which was, in her opinion, pretty confusing, given the fact that Voldemort himself was a Half-blood. But, she could not put that problem to a question because she would break rule number one and rule number two at the same time.

The last one was simple – don’t be a disappointment, don’t ruin the family’s image.

And that’s how she lived her life until her first year at Hogwarts. That’s when she started to disobey her dad by giving up on rule number three and talk to all her colleagues – nothing more than acquaintances, though, because the other Purebloods could mock her for doing so. She learned that everyone should be treated equally, no matter the blood that was running in their veins – they were all wizards, after all. That’s a reason she got close to James Potter last year, in her fourth one. The older boy was shocked to see a Slytherin act that politely towards a first-year Muggleborn Gryffindor and jokingly asked her if she was sick. He said she was not like the others. He said she was quite nice.

They had a few other accidental meetings in the hallway, and without realizing Y/N started to get nervous around him; her heart would beat faster when she’d hear his voice in the Great Hall and her cheeks would burn when she’d wake up from another dream about him – that was her first crush ever. While at the final party of the year, where only a few Slytherins were invited – it was hosted by the Marauders, after all – Y/N was kissed by James. The party was at the end, she wanted to leave and he offered to walk her back to the Dungeons. It was the best night of her life, she finally felt seen, heard, liked. Maybe it was because of their encounters, maybe because James could see behind her social mask or maybe it was simply because of all the firewhiskey and beer, but he kissed her. He really kissed her, right at the door of the Slytherin’s common room. He grabbed her waist, cupped her cheek and even groaned against her lips when she gathered the courage to put her hands in his dark curly hair. He smiled at her and wished her a great summer, and then walked off backwards, still watching her.

That’s why she was excited all summer to get back at Hogwarts. That’s why she was determined to learn more about Muggleborns, to change her life and morals. That’s why she started fighting her father when he’d open the topic of marriage – James was, of course, a Pureblood, as Cyrus wished for his only child, but he was also a blood traitor. She never told her dad about him, but she wouldn’t even once let him get the idea that she was willing to marry one of his friends’ sons. They were all pricks, and she was only thinking about James.

That’s why her heart broke on the train – he wouldn’t even look at her. That’s why now, a few days after, she still looks like the train hit her. That’s what she thought, at least, because everyone else complimented her new jewelry, her hair, her nail polish, every stupid and insignificant thing. Her eyes had dark circles under them, her skin felt strange and her appetite was nowhere to be found.

“Don’t you like the porridge?” asks Evan and points to her bowl.

His sister, Pandora, gets her head out of the tarot book and scoff in disapproval. “Could you mind your business, Evan?” She should be at the Ravenclaw table, but she really likes to spent time with them.

Y/N only smiles to them and pushes away the bowl. “You can have it, Evan, I’m not that hungry,” she winks in his direction and starts writing on her parchments again.

Because that’s what she does – that’s the only way not to look at the other side of the room, at the Gryffindor table. She studies over her Potions’ notes, her first class from that day. Professor Slughorn announced another meeting of the Slug Club and her new goal was to get invited, again. There are a few girls that get to be invited to those dinners, and Y/N was one of them but Horace liked to see new faces from now and then.

“You really want to go,” mutters Bruce Mulciber, looking at her with a bored expression. Edmund Avery hits his arm in a not-that-subtle manner and smiles at her widely.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are while studying, Y/N? So smart,” the boy says and winks in her direction.

“How disgusting,” Pandora whispers at their behavior. Y/N nods her head and smiles politely to Edmund, while wishing she could slam his head to the table until she’d see blood. But that would definitely against any existing rule – both Hogwarts’ and her father’s.

She gets up and starts gathering her belongings, taking a last sip from her tea cup. “I have to go, guys. Evan, I’ll see you in Potions, right?”

“Yeah, I have to wait for Regulus, though,” he informs her and grabs her porridge bowl, smiling thankful in her way.

Y/N laughs and grabs her parchments, drinking the remaining tea in her cup. While at it, a body slams into hers and the contact makes her to drop the tea on her notes, her white shirt and her shoes. And there’s silence.

“Sorry,” says in a blank tone no one else than Regulus Black. His uniform is perfect, his hair is put in place and he even got the chance to get away from Y/N before any drop could be on him. “I didn’t see you there.”

She wants to shout. She wants to scream at him, grab her wand and curse him. She wants him to be as embarrassed as she is now, wet and watched by the entire dining hall. But she can’t. She got her father’s temper but she learned from him how to handle it. She needs to handle it.

“Regulus,” she says in a happy tone, “Evan was waiting for you,” it’s the only thing that comes out of her mouth as she looks only at him. Not at her housemates, her friends, or even over her shoulder at the boy who froze there with his friends, who are laughing at her.

“Yeah, I know,” he mutters. “Let’s go, Rosier,” he demands in a now friendly voice. “Horace is waiting in the classroom; he probably wants to talk about the Slug Club.”

That’s when Y/N forgets about everything and in the silence of her mind there is only Regulus’ voice. He probably wants to talk about the Slug Club. Still with a smile on her face, she gets her robes from the bench, wave goodbye to her friends and starts walking away. She cannot resists the temptation and looks at the Gryffindor table. He’s there, with Sirius on his left, laughing with his friends.  After she leaves the Great Hall there’s a feeling of pressure on her whole body. Was he laughing of her? He could never, right? She was quite nice, after all.

Before entering the Potions class, she stood there for a few minutes, calming down. Now she’s putting on her dark robes, the silver snake shining on the green badge. As she’s buttoning it up, the steps of her colleagues echo through the dark corridor.

“There you are, Y/N,” sights Evan. He’s followed by Barty Crouch Jr and Regulus, who watches her like she’s sick with a blood curse. “You went ahead without looking back.”

“Oh, yeah, I got to make sure my robes cover the whole…” she looks only for a second at Regulus, “tea accident.” She says it while chuckling, like it was just a silly little accident which could happen to anyone. But not anyone would get away clean like he did after that kind of an accident.

“And yet you look worse than before,” Regulus speaks and his eyes points at her now clearly stained shirt. “Let’s go, boys, I’m sure Y/N knows how to dress herself,” he scoffs and smiles to her.

The other two boys follow him along and she sits there, blood boiling in her veins. Her anger is born because of two persons – her father, because he’d kill her if she was arguing with another Pureblood in public, especially Orion Black’s son, and Regulus Black, for being such and arse.

Horace Slughorn, however, didn’t seem to be that preoccupied by her entrance. He greeted her and went on with his lesson and for Merlin knows what time she finds herself thinking about Regulus, and how she’d strangle him with the tie around his neck if given the opportunity. Regulus has that power, to awake something in her that only wants to hurt him, to make him suffer and get out those cold eyes – maybe she could make a pair of earrings out of them. He was right besides her, sitting with Evan while she tried to ignore Barty’s jokes about their professor. Sometimes, she wishes so much to be away from them – she feels suffocated to be near them at school and also at home, when her father would take her with him at different events, but there’s no way that she could cross his word. You will act nice towards any pureblood kid, they are the only ones that deserve it – they are you only equals.

“That’s all for today, my dear students,” announces Slughorn and claps his hands together. “You have to write an essay about today’s lesson, in order for me to see that everything was very clear.”

She puts away her quill and ink and starts rolling the parchments that she took notes on. Barty plays drums in the wood of the table and Evan hits him behind his head with his notes. The two of them laugh and she can’t help but her Regulus’ scoff at their silly action.

“Oh, Mister Black, Miss Lestrange, could you stay for a little? I have something to tell you,” Slughorn says happily and goes over to his desk at the front of class.

“Yes, professor,” they both say and get up. They both also look at each other, eyes burning with annoyance.

“We’ll see you outside, ok?” asks Evan.

“Go on, don’t wait,” is the only answer he receives from Regulus before he goes first to Slughorn, Y/N right after him.

“Oh, my two favorite students!” the professor says as they remain alone in the classroom. “I hope the first days where excellent, kids.”

“Of course, sir,” Y/N smiles and Slughorn can’t help but lays his eyes a little longer on her, on her clothes. She was the only one that wore the robes during class.  

“How are your parents, hm?” His question sits uneasy on them both. Y/N does not look at Regulus, Regulus does not look at Y/N – they both hope the other one will talk first.

And because she remembers her father’s words, she opens her mouth. “My father sends his greetings, sir. He got me a new potions book that I’ve read over the summer,” she says and accepts happily the proud nod from her professor.

“Very good, I’m pleased to hear that the vacation didn’t stop your liking for studying,” he laughs in a soft manner. “Right, Regulus? Miss Lestrange here sure is a great housemate, keeping our pride safe,” now is the Horace Slughorn, Head of Slytherin, that’s talking.

She sees with the corner of her eye that his body tenses. “Of course, professor,” he forces himself to say.

“Right,” Horace claps his hands together again, excited. “You two are the brightest students in my house, that’s the reason I’m sure you two will be also the brightest Prefects that Hogwarts has and will ever see!” He hands them the green badges, the word PREFECT being written on it with silver letters. “I’m sure you’ll make me very proud, children,” he says.

“You can be sure of it, sir. We’ll do our best,” Y/N smiles and looks at the metal badge from between her fingers.

“That’s all,” the professor says. “Come on, go to your business, I have another class now.”

She bites her tongue and smiles polite at him, before turning around.

“What about the Slug Club, sir?”

Regulus Black was not the most talkative person Y/N knew, but he sure was stubborn.

“Oh, Merlin, I nearly forgot! Of course, Mister Black, you and Miss Lestrange are more than welcome, I thought that’s already settled,” he said and smiled at them – Horace Slughorn wanted to make sure that the kids of two important families in the Wizarding World liked him as a teacher.

As soon as they leave the class, Regulus scoffs, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Maybe you’ll learn how to dress now that I’m forced to spend even more time with you.”

His voice is mocking, rude and teasing. Now that they’re alone, they can finally act how they really wish to. Y/N grabs the wand from her robes’ pocket and points it at Regulus, who’s now pressed against the stone wall and grins at her.

“If you ever try to outsmart me again, Black, I swear I’m gonna Crucio you,” she spats the words in his face and only for a second Regulus’ face drops, his eyes looking at the tip of the wand before returning at her face.

“Only if you’d be capable of doing something like that, you pathetic try of a witch,” he says and grabs her wand, pushing it away from his face.

“You really have a death wish?” she asks annoyed by his eyes that watch her with superiority, his curved lips that laugh at her.

 “Careful, Y/N, you wouldn’t want you-know-who to find out what a brave and cruel witch you are, right? He may like it,” he laughs and walks away from her, leaving her alone at the door of the Potions’ class.

For a moment, she’s alone. And there’s silence. She looks at the green badge in her hand and exhales all the air in her lungs. And then, there’s laughter. And there’re steps which walk in her direction, and she wants to leave but she freezes pressed against the wall, right where Regulus was only a moment ago.

James Potter is walking beside a ginger girl; tall and beautiful and dressed in a red uniform, matching his. He makes her laugh as she’s playfully hitting his arm, telling him to stop. Y/N just stays there, and James doesn’t even seem to notice her. But the girl does – Y/N recognizes her as Lily Evans, the Muggleborn girl in James’ year. Lily’s green eyes watch Y/N as she sits there, badge in her hand, and the older witch smiles at her. She ignores James for a moment, giving Y/N a thumbs-up before pointing to her red badge, which had written HEADGIRL on it.

As they enter the room, Y/N starts walking away. She feels sad, maybe, heartbroken, even. She’s not sure. But she’s sure that she’s furious, angry, mad. Her father was right. Mudbloods and blood traitors deserve nothing.

And that’s only because James Potter picked the green eyes over the green badge.

[horny-p0et]

incelbur blurb part three

another one. don't need an intro at this point you know what this is. although i saw lovejoy live recently and am pretty happy about it. you have probably seen the photos i took shared around already by my friends lol but you'll never know its me ;)

things are getting weird and gross in this series now, heads up.

part one + part two

warnings: masturbation, nonconsensual phone sex and filming, sexist language and attitudes, alcohol abuse.

wordcount: 1567

dont like, dni. please just block me and move on.

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INCELBUR who's hands were shaking when he sent the first message to your discord. typing the word 'hey' had never been so hard before. he keeps checking to see if you've responded, its the weekend- you shouldn't be that busy... he finds himself filled with regret and disgust, why did he start talking to you again? you're just some girl, nothing worthwhile anyway. you were probably busy sucking some guys cock-

"heyy! sorry i was studying so i didn't have notifications on. did u wanna game sometime today?"

"yeah that would be cool. what did you wanna play?"

INCELBUR who was caught off guard when you suggest to play fortnite duos, he didn't think girls liked games with guns. he's even more surprised when you drop into the game and he finds out you've been playing for years and are honestly better than him at the game. it pisses him off, he wanted to impress you with his skills and now you're having to revive him every round. it's emasculating, he hates feeling like he's useless.

INCELBUR who almost ended the call because of how frustrated the game was making him until you cheer when he gets a kill, and praise him when he does well. your soft voice in his ear is like the best sort of asmr, it sends shivers up his spine when you say 'you're doing so good', he can imagine you whining that while he pounds your pussy.

INCELBUR who couldn't believe three hours had gone by and you're suddenly telling him you're ready to hop off for the night. he wants to beg for you to stay, just one more game, but he doesn't want to sound needy. he isn't a simp, after all. you tell him you'll be on tomorrow and he tells you he'll be there. of course he would, he's always on his computer.

INCELBUR who has to jerk off after the call is over, he'd been hard for most of the conversation already and it was aching by that point. he didn't tell you he'd been recording while you gamed together, he will go back through the video later and clip every time you groan in frustration or squeal in excitement into an audio just for him. the thought of his depravity has him shooting ropes onto his hand within minutes, he didn't even have time to open the photos of you on his phone.

INCELBUR who feels like he's drifting aimlessly until you guys talk again, the sporadic text conversations aren't cutting it. he needs more, he needs your touch, to smell you again. when you see him at school you greet him with a smile, even when your friends give him weird looks you look at him like he's human. it makes him feel alive, important, like he only exists under your gaze.

INCELBUR who has been talking to you for about two weeks, he's never talked to a girl this long before without her running away. it's not his fault, he asks them for nudes and suddenly he's a 'creep' and a 'pervert'. if they didn't want him that way why did they bother talking to him anyway? but you're different. he can't mess this up, even if talking to you is blissful torture because all he wants to do is shove his tongue in your pretty mouth.

INCELBUR who can't help himself but touch his cock while you're on voice call together, it started with him just rubbing himself through his pants and before long he'd have his hand wrapped around himself as you ramble about something. he knows it's wrong, its some fucked up exhibitionist shit, but you are too good to resist. he can't help himself- if your voice wasn't so hot. it's your fault not his.

"god, my course work is killing me recently. i feel like i get no free time anymore, i know it's important but sometimes i just wanna dropout and forget about university. do you know what i mean?"

"... what? oh, yeah... it's.. really hard.."

INCELBUR who gets angrier when he see's you hanging out with guys now that you guys are friends. he's possessive, he wants your attention on him and no one else. seeing you out at clubs on social media is brutal, he wants to demand you stay home and game with him instead. or better yet, come to his place and ride his cock while he bites your neck. he loves the idea of covering you with marks, then everyone would know you belong to him and him alone.

INCELBUR who cringes when you talk about boys on your voice chats. you guys were just playing minecraft and suddenly you're complaining about some chad you're seeing. you sound so stupid in his eyes, of course guys like that are going to treat you badly. they aren't nice guys like him. he's bitter and spiteful, you would be happy if you weren't so blind to the ideal male specimen right in front of you.

INCELBUR who calls you at an obscene time in the middle of the night while he's wanking. he's so close, he just needs your help getting over that edge. you mumble his name in a groggy voice, he'd woken you up and he doesn't care, that single word sends him spiralling and he's stained his sheets with his seed. you ask him if he needs anything and he apologises and tells you its a buttdial and abruptly hangs up.

INCELBUR who should feel guilty about using your kindness to his benefit, but he wouldn't have to if you'd notice how much he wanted you. he showers for you, he buys you skins in game, he walks you to classes he doesn't share with you just to get an extra few minutes around you. he knows your friends don't like him, they think he's a loser. but you defend him every time, he knows you love him- you must just be too shy to tell him.

INCELBUR who sees you at a bar one night and decides to 'accidently' run into you there. maybe if you're drunk you will let loose and dance with him. or even better, drag him into the bathroom for a quickie. the idea has him hard as a rock as he struggles to put on his skinny jeans. he sprays too much deodorant and cologne on, sprays some product he doesn't know how to use into his curls and splashes water on his face until his acne has flared up noticeably.

INCLEBUR who hates being in public. he feels like everyone is staring at him and thinking about how ugly he is, this bar feels like it's been turned up to eleven. he sticks out like a sore thumb because of his height and skinny build, he almost turns around and goes home until he sees you at the bar. alone. perfect.

"oh, y/n... didn't expect to run into you here. what are the chances?"

"oh my god, wilbur! what the fuck are you doing out of the house?"

"buying you a drink, hopefully."

INCELBUR who can smell the alcohol on your breath and see the way your lipstick is smudged, who the fuck have you been kissing? he considered asking so he could deck the guy but decides against it. you're smiling at him and it makes him docile, you could get him to do anything if you asked. it makes him feel pathetic, a love sick fool, but he can't ignore those feelings.

INCELBUR who buys you a drink just like he said he would, even when you protest and tell him he doesn't need to. you need to see him as a gentleman, a man who can provide for you. a good man, a great boyfriend too. your arm keeps touching his as you lean against the bar, it sends shockwaves straight to his dick and he's confident if you looked down you could see the outline of his boner through the denim.

INCELBUR who leans in you kiss you and you turn away, his lips finding your cheek instead. you tell him you aren't interested in him like that, he's sweet, but he's just a friend. you tell him to take it slow, that you like having him around and he means a lot to you. just not in the way he likes you, he thinks bitterly. he feels like crying, he's humiliated. he considered grabbing you by the back of the head and making you kiss him anyway, maybe if you felt his lips on yours you'd realise how amazing he was. but he decides against hit, the last thing he wants is to make you hate him. he hates himself enough already.

INCELBUR who leaves a few minutes after that, he can't stand the shame he feels because of his transgression. of course you don't love him, who could love a freak like him? he's ugly, he has no future, he's never even kissed anyone before. he shouts at a random couple he passes on the way home, telling the man his girl is a whore who will just break his heart. he punches a tree on a quiet street until his knuckles bleed and he stumbles into a bottle shop to grab some vodka. he's finished half the bottle before he's made it home, stumbling and crying.

[stevesbbg]

a fishy first impression - C.S. x D4!reader

a/n: RAHH I'M ALIVE tbosas has taken over my brain so get ready for a LOT of corio content (also pls excuse my horrible title for this, a girl can't resist her puns) - i needed a little warm up so i hope you guys can tolerate this little drabble i wrote!! luv u all <33

cw - she/her prns, corio is a jerk and uses the reader for his gain (money), i probably spelt things wrong lol

Word spread fast around the academy...

Coriolanus knew this all too well as he made his way onto the steps of the prestigious school, hearing the whispers of students. They were all well aware of Corio's new, unfortunate task he had been handed.

Welcoming the new student.

He gripped onto the white rose he had brought for the new girl, huffing in frustration while opening the door. Had the gods above seriously subjected Coriolanus to this much humility? He couldn't believe he had to waste time on someone lower than him, much less someone from the Districts. Corio prayed no one would see him with the mutt.

He turned the corner, only to find more gossiping girls and blathering boys talking about his misfortune. He kept his head held high as he crossed the hallway, making sure he didn't show his internal perturbation.

Opening the door, the smell of fish wafted into his nose. Coriolanus couldn't help but make a displeased face as he walked up to the District Four girl. He hid his dissatisfaction as soon as it showed and put on his best act, handing the girl the rose.

"Welcome to the academy, Ms. Y/N." Coriolanus smiled, though on the inside he would rather be focusing on his studies or perhaps sending the girl home so he wouldn't have to deal with her.

The girl gave him a shy smile and chuckled slightly. "Seems like everyone here knows who I am, yet I can't seem to get anyone's name."

Perhaps that's because you don't belong here... Coriolanus thought. He offered her a fake chuckle in return and looked into her eyes, "Coriolanus Snow, nice to meet you." It was anything but nice.

The girl herself wasn't much to look at. Corio couldn't find anything special about her, not even in the way she spoke. The girls father, however? He was very special. District Four's mayor, now elected official, Caspian Watercreste. The man had millions of dollars in his pocket, and Coriolanus would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in using his daughter to get to him.

Y/N continued to ramble on about her past and how excited she was to start fresh in The Capitol. Coriolanus paid no attention, however. He was much too focused on planning his attempt at dipping his toes into her fathers million dollar pool. He couldn't help but smirk at himself, feeling proud of his idea.

Then, it hit him.

"Y/N," Coriolanus gently rested his hand on her shoulder, using as much charm as he could muster. "There's a lot of people here who might want to use you for... your money. I would hate to see that happen, as I'm sure you would too." He paused to see her reaction. "If you stick by me, I swear nothing bad will happen."

Coriolanus wasn't lying. She was far too trusting right off the bat and based off of looks alone, the girl looked like she needed a bit of protecting. She needed him.

"I think I can handle a couple of kids, Coriolanus." Y/N raised her eyebrow and smirked. "If you wanted to be friends, you could've just said so."

Coriolanus felt a tinge of embarrassment as the girl smirked at him. He didn't like the way she talked back. He would have to work on that.

"Where's the fun in that?" He played along, "Come on, I heard you like to read. Let me show you the library."

He offered her his arm, and they walked out, back into the busy hallway. The kids gave Coriolanus odd looks, but within a month? They'd wish they were him...

[sixlane]

laneeeee as the og pandoralecto anon i ABSOLUTELY want to talk about them and bartyyy especially since i think barty and alecto would have like a lowkey sibling-like relationship but also theyre both fucked up so it is also a bit sexual but like. alecto is also fucking her brother and barty wants to fuck twins that are already fucking so its not the weirdest most incestous thing going on in their lives.

anyway. pandoralecto. since barty and alecto are close like that she tells him and she's like "this is terrible i hate her but also i cannot stop aaaaagh helpppp" and barty.exo stops working cos erm. what.

I think a huge part of his reaction to that is what is his relationship with evan and pandora at that moment? cause its going to be different if he wants to fuck evan, is fucking evan, wants to fuck dora, is fucking dora, wants to fuck both of them, is fucking both of them, or is fucking both of them cause they invited him to join their weird incest stuff.

im kinda leaning towards him already knowing that there's smth going on with evan and pandora and wanting to join them. that's when it makes me the most insane.

all those relationships are open relationships but he only knew that in theory until now. he never imagined pandora with someone who isnt evan and now it turns out shes into women too?? hes going insane. hes foaming at the mouth.

alecto is objectively attractive but also shes kinda like his sister. he knows too much about her to be attracted to her. he cannot. no. simply no. but also he did have to run away to the bathroom to jerk off that one time he saw her boobs. he convinced himself it was a coincidence and it didnt have anything to do with alecto's tits. he jerked off to the thought of evan.

but now it turns out those two girls who he knows so well and who are both attractive are fucking. two girls. fucking. attractive girls.

he goes into full shock for a minute and just sits there, stares blankly at the wall and imagines it and then he gets a boner and its really awkward for him but alecto doesnt even notice cause theyre both drunk. he leaves and she doesnt think about it, just gets herself another drink.

I gotta ask. do u think he ever joins them?

cause in my mind they'd never like. actually have a threesome or smth. but i could see a situation in which pandoralecto is having sex and barty's watching. (idk if its consenual or voyerism yet ill tell u when i decide)

anyway. love the dynamic of them three. u're a genius mwah bye

ok first of all i love you for sending this. like seriously i was smiling so big reading this. i’m so ready let’s get into it.

ok so upon further thought i kind of don’t think alecto would ever mention she’s fucking pandora to like. anyone. i think barty would just figure it out himself because he’s nosy and perceptive like that. and he’d need like two weeks to fully accept that as something that is happening.

because really the alecto barty friendship only works if he’s not attracted to her at all. @/foursaints and @/jewishregulus have made great posts about this but basically. alecto hates men like barty but she can tolerate barty because he never treats her like other men do. alecto doesn’t fit into barty’s vision of what an attractive woman is. she’s harsh and mean and she takes everything way too seriously. he just doesn’t understand that she’s attractive. she’s not a woman in his mind. and that’s the only reason alecto can be friends with him. (and yeah i do agree they have a sibling-like relationship which is again only possible because he does not like her like that).

so yeah his brain breaks a little when he realizes pandora and alecto are having violent hate sex. because that should be very hot to him. but then alecto is there. so. it’s weird. he gets a boner and a migraine every time he tries to imagine it.

i think you’re right that this is made even better if barty is aware of the rosier twincest but not directly involved yet. if he’s actively fucking pandora and/or evan there’s less mystery surrounding it for him. if he has already fucked pandora there’s less for his brain to break over.

so basically. no i don’t think he ever joins them or actively watches. i think he sometimes walks into heated arguments between alecto and pandora and that’s basically just as good/bad. alecto smashed a plate and now pandora’s holding a shard up to her neck pinning her against the wall. barty walks in like. 😦….. i’ll leave you guys to it. he cannot be involved because he truly doesn’t know where he’d fit into the dynamic. there’s no room for him.

[love-on-mars]

Hello ren!! I was the anon that requested the nsfw cuddling with mick imagine and i LOVED it thank you soo much <333!!! So im here to burden you with another nsfw imagine request >:3 !

What if reader was waiting to surprise mick backstage during a crüe tour? When they’re finished mick is of course stoaked to see them, and reader is more than happy to give him a hand (or a mouth, if you wish ;3 ) with relieving some of that pent-up-after-show-energy (no particular era in mind, up to you <3)

Thank u <33!!

Hi again! I love these requests so much you have no idea, so feel free to send in as many as you’d like!

I really went all out with this one, I really hope you like it! I chose Dr. Feelgood era Mick, as I think that’s when he was at his peak of hotness (he’s always hot)

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), talk of some dirty stuff, Mick being needy for you, readers gender not specified

Missing you (18+)

“Thanks again for arranging this, I really appreciate it a lot man” you said as you walked backstage, taking to Motley’s road manager. “No problem, there’s Micks room. If you need something don’t be afraid to ask, the boys will be done in about 20 minutes.”

You walked into the dressing room and sat on the couch. You hadn’t seen Mick in over a month due to his busy touring schedule, especially with how successful the Dr. Feelgood album was. More and more dates were being added, and as much as you wanted to travel the world with your rockstar boyfriend you just couldn’t.

But now that you’ve saved up enough Vacation time at work to take two weeks off to spend time with Mick on the road. Being without him was so lonely, no matter how long or often you talked on the phone.

More than anything you missed his touch, often feeling horny and needy for him. Missing how he would hold your hips as he ate you out feverishly. Longing for the small moans he let out when your lips wrap around his cock. Craving for the words of praise he gave to you as he roughly yet lovingly rails you into the mattress of your shared bed as your words became incoherent from pleasure.

And you weren’t the only one who was needy. Mick missed you so goddamn much, constantly calling you and telling you the misadventures of the guys and how he needed you with him for the sake of his sanity.

The guys didn’t help, making fun of how clearly pent up he was from the absence of action he was getting.

“C’mom dude! There’s tons of hot chicks for you to fuck, just give yourself the relief you need man!” They would say to him, not understanding why he wouldn’t give in to his need. Mick would respond with, “Because unlike the three of you, I love and respect my partner. I’m happy with them and only them, if you think I’m just gonna betray their trust and love like that then you hooligans are crazier than I thought.”

Not to mention Mick hates jerking off without you. He feels guilty and pathetic afterwards, wishing you were the one giving him the release he needed so badly. He needed you.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the door open, seeing your incredibly hot alien of a boyfriend walk in. It took him a moment to look up at you, and when he did he froze like a deer in headlights.

“Hey Marsman…” you smirked, standing up and wrapping your arms around him as he stood in shock. “Wha-how did you get here?!” He asked as he tightly hugged you, giving you chaste little kisses. You giggle at his actions of love.

“Just wanted to surprise my favorite person, I’ve missed you so much…” you looked up at him as you pressed yourself to him, noticing the prominent bulge in his tight leather pants.

He gives a rare smile, “best surprise ever…” he says as he kisses you passionately. You tugged at his shirt, as his hands wander your body needing to touch you.

“Being without you for this long…it’s like going through withdrawal…” he breathes. You giggle as you tease, “Need me that bad?”

You grip at his rock hard cock, earning a moan from him. You smirk your at him, knowing only you can get him to make these delicious sounds. You direct him over to the couch you sit, knowing his back is probably hurting after the show.

“Let me relieve you, my Marsman…I know what you need for me to take care of you.” You say as you kneel in between his spread legs.

He says nothing, the way he looked at you was all you needed to know how much he wanted you. You pull back his pants for his cock to spring free, large drops of precum leaking from the tip.

You wrap your hand around him, stroking gently to tease him further. He almost whimpers as you sink your mouth onto him to the best of your ability.

He was big, sporting a little over 7 inches. The length was nothing compared to how thick he was, always needing to adjust to him stretching you out after being separated on tour.

Due to his size you’ve never been able to take all of him down your throat, but tonight you’re determined to take all of him to make up of not having him for over a month. To make up for the almost painful hard-ons he would get thinking about you.

“Fuck…babe you feel so good…I’ve needed you so bad, baby.” He whimpered out as he gripped your hair in his hand. He was doing his best not to buck his hips into your mouth, but couldn’t help it.

You had never seen him get this needy before. It wasn’t often he would whimper and loose control like this, but he needed you so bad. Despite the public opinion of Mick Mars being quiet and unsociable, that was certainly not true when he’s with you.

You did your best to relax your throat further to take all of him in as he involuntarily bucked into your mouth. He felt a little bad that he was acting like this, usually having good self control. But tonight he wanted nothing more than to take you over and over again to show you how committed he is to you. How much he loves and missed you, and right now he’s overcome with the warm feeling of your mouth around his cock.

You managed to fit him all in, surprising him. “Oh…o-oh fuck…you’re so fucking amazing…” he breathes. He continues his praise, “So good for me. You…(fuck)…feel so good….can’t wait to get to the hotel, love.”

You sick down fully and swallow, causing a kind of moaning you didn’t think Mick was capable of making. A mix of a whimper/whine and guttural growl, it was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

“D-don’t stop doing that…” he whined as he held your head down. “Please…I’m so close…” he begged.

This behavior shocked you further, with him breaking the more dominant side he carried when your both intimate. It was intoxicating to have him under you like this, but you knew he was gonna go back to being the dominant one at the hotel.

After swallowing a few more times, his hips and legs shook as you felt a familiar warmth shoot down your throat. You pulled your head back up as he looked at you through lidded eyes, “I missed you too, my love.”