#im gonna smash my head against a wall

[ikigaisvt]

i think. maybe. i pulled something in my back. idk really but im suffering right now.

[hedwig221b]

hellooo i just had a hunch i wanted to share it with you. I'm absolutely sure you would ace a story based on the Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae, song. I love your writing, (thanks for yes to heaven omg🤌) i just know you would write a wonderful princess stiles haha

I JUST WENT AND LISTENED TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME IT'S SO UP MY ALLEY IF I MAKE IT STEREK IM

[autisticfishlizard]

VIV WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME OH MY GOD OUGHHGGGGBAUGHGAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAGVSBDUHUHHUHHHHBBBBHRFHBGFVBDHDBDBXBJXJDHDHJSJ THAT WAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK HURGHHHH

[lovsome]

i need to vent about SH (tw !!!!!) for a sec in the tags bc i am feeling very overwhelmed sorry

[xeneric-shrooms]

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[reddiamond505]

I can't believe I'm dealing with the world's most annoying people at MY school. What an honour hot damn

[4milly]

…..so what was you saying about the gym, boo? i’m waitinggg.

ꨄ i put that boy on rock rock. jey u.

- small little thot if i must say. LMAO yall i workout to fergalicious, and i love that little “I PUT THEM BOYS ON ROCK ROCK.” so im like deg imagine putting jey on rock rock. i also imagine that song where beyonce sings, “let me sit this asssss…on you.”

- YALL I GOT A SINUS INFECTION FROM HELL. WTF. also i’m still working on a masterlist and i need a bit of help. if anyone specializes in those hmu pls. xoxo love you.

warnings: smut, thumb in b, no protection, oral, minors dni.

you unzipped your pink lululemon jacket as heat began to overtake your form. you finished 30 minutes on the stair master on level 6. sweat beads dripped from the top of your chest drenching your white juicy couture sports bra. it was late night, and you couldn’t sleep. deciding to tire yourself out, you came to the gym. unbeknownst to you, your shorts hiked up causing your ass to have a bit more shelving—something the man on the other side of the gym took in.

you went to grab the sanitizing spray infront of the machine. you glanced up to see the man eyeing you before he adverted his gaze towards the weights again. it was your turn to take him in, wearing black gym shorts and a white muscle tank. you smirked to yourself at the attention. you weren’t one to show out for the male attention, but he was fine ass fuck.

fuck it.

you walked over to the stretching machines near the weight lifting racks. backing against the wall, you spread your legs open pushing backwards bending down; your ass pressed firmly against the wall. what to you was extending your glutes, looked like you nearly doing a split on the wall. his eyes were on you now watching you move against the wall, his workout far in the back of his head. you moved towards the ground into a doggy position arching your ribs towards the ground as deep as you can.

you couldn’t say you knew him, but he attended the gym quite a bit—his name was, jey. when you stood you could see the man not even hiding his gazes anymore. he leaned against the wall taking in your show, with his lip between his teeth. you let out a small laugh before grabbing your water bottle heading towards the gym showers, keeping your eyes on him secretly inviting him to join. since you were the only one, without shame you shed your jacket and sports bra leaving you in only your shorts.

you turned on the shower to the hottest setting waiting a second before steam started to rise. before you could take off your shorts, you let out a gasp as someone pulls your body towards your front wrapping their arms around your mid section

“you thought you was gone get away with that lil show back there, mama? i wasn’t gone say nun?” jey speaks into your neck before placing kisses on it pressing himself against your ass

“what’re you gonna do about it than?” you respond pushing your thumbs into your shorts, pooling them at your ankles. he briefly takes in your lack of panties under your shorts. you turn around to face the man smashing your lips to his.

“you was tryna get fucked, ma? where you thought you was goin’ like this?” he grunts against your lips, his hand snaking down towards your pussy rubbing your clit.

he rubbed in vigorous circles stimulating your juices, “yea…you wanted some dick tonight didn’t you? wet ass pussy.” he rasped out sinking his fingers into your pussy curling them towards your spot

“mmmm, right there.” you sighed into his mouth sucking on his tongue as he pushed his fingers in and out of your pussy, the noises bouncing off the walls. “ahhh, baby!” you whimpered

“nah, you not cummin on my fingers. tryna taste you on my tongue, ma. just know it’s sweet.” jey pushed you both into the shower, pushing your back against the wall shower wall.

he took off his muscle tank before stepping out of his shorts. his 3rd leg slapping against his stomach, pointing towards you, long, thick, and hard. he used his hand that was inside of you to moisten his dick. he dropped to his knees before lifting your own over his muscular shoulder. his tongue darting out to your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“m-mm! shit!” you reached down gripping his hair pulling his face closer towards your soaking pussy. your juices coating his beard. you felt the tightness in your belly before you came into his mouth. wet heat drenching his tongue as he made sure not to miss a drop.

as you rode your orgasm out on his tongue, you felt him slide in two fingers againbefore pulling his mouth away, “tight ass pussy, mama. bend over.”

jey quickly spun you around before bending you over. he spread your ass cheeks watching your juices seep out of you, making a mess in between your thighs. his eyes moved upwards towards your asshole before letting a glob of spit out over it. he rubbed his dick through your slit to lube himself up, before pushing inside of you and pushing a finger into your 2nd hole.

“ssss—ahhh. jey!” you hissed out as his dick split you wider with each inch he fed you and the intrusion of his finger inside your asshole.

“shit! you grippin’ me so good ma. my pretty girl.” he groaned before starting to fuck into you “relax, you can take it. stand on your toes…there you go, baby.”

he starts moving slowly, dragging his hips back until he’s just at the tip—nearly empty before plunging back inside, earning a squeak from you. his thumb thrusting in and out, as his other grips your hips pulling you to meet his thrust. you're moaning his name and begging him to move faster, harder, and deeper.

he raised his leg up onto the shower bench next to you, the new angle allowing him to dig deeper into your pussy. his dick bottoming out each time as he sped up. that thumping vein rubbing your spot. the beautiful mess you both made dripping between your thighs. jey threw out a string of praises; nearly chanting about how wet you were.

“so fuckin’ wet, baby. wet ass pussy.” he cracks a hand against your ass, “i’m slidin’ right in, ma.”

“just like that, jey…ouuu, fuck daddy! i’m cumminn.” you whined out. you placed your hands on the wall before throwing your ass back onto his lap.

he reaches his hand over to vigorously rub your clit. the friction sending you into overdrive and moments later your clamping down onto him squirting all over him. the heat melting your body, eyes rolling back, and unable to string coherent words other than his name.

“keep cummin’ for me, baby.” he groans fucking you through your orgasm chasing his own, his pace becoming rapid. “doin so good, mama. get whatchu’ need from me, baby…get your nut.”

him sliding all the way out and pushing all the way back in. his big mushroom tip brushing over your clit. the combo making your pussy clenching again for a 2nd time as he curses at the feeling before painting your walls with his cum, plugging his dick into you making sure not one drop of your love making spilled. you released a whine at the sensation of his warm cum splattering all over your pussy for awhile, mixing with your own.

you wanted to relish in it—the euphoric cloud over the both of you nearly dragging you under.

“damn, girl. i been waiting to do that for a min’ now. shit better than i dreamed about.” he pants before pulling out of you

your pussy clenching down to do everything in its power to keep him in. the feeling of being stretched so full with his dick and his cum becoming an obsession. he licked his lips at the sight of everything spilling out of your pussy.

“how oft—often do you come to the gym?” you ask after catching your breath and standing to face him

“however often you want me. literally too.” he joked before placing a kiss on your lips

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the other woman

christopher sturniolo x poc!reader

summary: an angsty story of regret and selfishness told through different moments in time

warnings: alternate universe (takes place in the early 2000s bcs i’m obsessed), angst, implied sex, cigarettes, cheating (with, not on y/n)

a/n: hiiii srry for ghosting u guys again :/ i finally have motivation to write again!!! send in blurb or one shot ideas pls. unfortunately im putting tgwtt on hold for right now bc i feel writing that series takes so much out of me and i end up not enjoying anything i write. i hope u understand & im sorry to those who enjoy it! anyways i hope this is well received since it’s a bit different than my other works — lowkey tuned into my inner sally rooney bc her angst HITS . luv u baiiii

★ march 2004

there’s a vile and shameful look to you that you’re not so sure you’ve hidden well enough.

your stomach feels overweight and heavy with an extreme amount of pain bubbling and stabbing your insides whenever they decide to pop.

you clutch at the edge of the bathroom sink, staring at your figure and aching eyes (you added some dark eyeliner into your routine hoping to distract from your disdainful mood but you’re starting to think you may have drawn more attention with the dramatic look).

you suck your stained bottom lip into your mouth out of comfort or maybe a need for something to hold as you move to dig for the pack of slightly crumpled cigarettes in your small, wine-red purse.

the door handle begins to rattle unnervingly just as you spark the slim stick to life.

you comically still yourself in your exact position (bent over odd and cupping your hand around the cig as if there was any sudden wind to blow out your flame in your friend's classy bathroom).

"y/n? you in here?!"

your eyes widen first, before they eventually roll. you wave your hands around to cut through the plumes of clogged smoke in the quaint room.

“y/n!”

“someone’s in here!” you reply, taking another puff of smoke and adjusting your hair a bit in the mirror.

“you gonna open up for me?”

“ummm,” you sputter through the cigarette held in your mouth as you adjust your strapless dress with both hands in the mirror.

“y/n.”

you let out a soft groan and quickly smash the cigarette a few times against the french vanilla ceramic sink bowl, throwing what's left of it in the trash. you practically shove yourself against the tiny wall space to the side of the door as you inch it open enough for the two of you to gain a full view of each other.

you smile, “chris.”

★ december 2003

they say the holidays are worst when spent alone.

and despite having three siblings and parents who’d want nothing more than to spend their christmas eve with their son, chris has always preferred to spend the holidays with a beautiful girl — in hopes that she’d gift him the intoxicating feeling of her thighs tightly trapping his face by the end of the night.

so it’s shocking that he’s at your door step, dressed in a suave, ribbed white long sleeve, dark blue jeans, and somehow caught without one of his usual hats slouched on top of his head of fawn hair.

and it’s real fucking odd that you answer the door wearing a dress that fits you extremely well, paired with a cardigan to keep some modesty.

it’s so very weird given that chris has his girlfriend of over a year texting him another apology for abandoning their plans together to visit her family in wisconsin as you both share an intimate hug on your porch.

you try not to think it’s so unnatural for you and chris to go out for dinner, despite the fact that everyone in your small town knows he has a girlfriend who’s notably quite the opposite of you.

thank goodness chris keeps some casualty — leaving you to open your own door when climbing into his beloved truck.

★ february 2004

“okay, um, this is something you can eat and there’s, like, a million types- you like granny smith!”

“oo, apples!”

chris nods excitedly and flips to the next card, “it’s my favorite meal of the day.”

“breakfast!”

“yes, you’re perfect. alright this is casper the friendly-”

“ghost!”

“amazing! ‘kay, i’m always complaining that mine isn’t stiff enough.”

“your dick?” josh jokes.

“fuck off, josh! i’m more than capable…” chris laughs.

“gross! chris?!”

“what?! don’t make it a biggie. now hurry ‘n gimme that answer baby, please?”

“well i’m guessing it’s your mattress?!”

“you have 7 seconds!” nick says while intensely staring at the tiny hourglass.

chris gives an encouraging hand motion for her to continue on that path.

“ummm… your bed?!”

“yes! that’s what i’m talking about!” chris shoots up from his position, on the ground in front of the coffee table, and immediately picks liv up from the couch in celebration.

the group let out plenty of laughs and giggles at the fear in her eyes as she’s lifted up and down excitedly.

cassie yells out, “aw yay mom and dad!” when chris sets her down and kisses her lips.

you try to control your face. your eyes flicker over and see them smiling with their faces so close together. and it drives you a little mad that whatever chris whispered to make her burst into laughter can’t be heard from your spot across the couch, especially not when there are so many conversations going on at once.

it’s just a game. you have no right to be jealous. it’s fucking taboo.

you clear your throat and uncross your legs as you begin to leave from the leather couch, “matt and josh, you can go before me- i’m just gonna grab some water.”

★ march 2004

“smoking cigs again?” chris asks as he steps into the bathroom.

“no,” you lie, resting your hip against the edge of the counter.

he knows you’re lying but doesn’t bother to pressure the truth out of you, he’s not your father. or your boyfriend at that.

“are you doing okay?” he pauses and waits for you to acknowledge him.

you don’t.

he clears his throat, “you look beautiful in this,” he tugs your dress down showing off the cleavage you’d just got done hiding.

“‘m all good,” you answer his initial question while exaggerating a smile.

chris mindlessly nods his head and somehow gets even closer to you, to the point where you have to tilt your head just the slightest bit to make eye contact.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a genuine glimmer of generosity in his eyes and tone; as if he wanted you to want it more than he wants it himself.

you’re silent. he holds your neck gently and raises his other hand to drag your large bottom lip downward, cooing a tease, “hmmm..?”

you whine a little to yourself — this can’t happen again.

“yes?” chris mocks a little, giving a squeeze to your neck, “say it.”

your eyes droop and suddenly the ache of pain and guilt melts down to a slush of excitement and warmth both inside and evidently outside, if the stickiness of your lace underwear says anything. you nod your head.

chris is so obsessed with your mouth, his thumb doesn't move from your bottom lip as you peek your tongue out to wet it, "yes, please." your words echo off of his lips that now practically hover yours.

even though you've used your manners you manage to deliver it as a command. and it doesn't help that you paired the sentence with your hands running up the hot skin underneath his dark shirt. his mouth hangs slightly ajar as his head nods softly once more and his eyes flicker over your pretty face.

you wait for his response before your eyes lock onto his and you pout, "i thought you wanted to kiss me, chris?"

★ december 2003

“that’s hot,” chris mumbles as he kicks his legs over eachother and stretches out on the longest part of your L - shaped, funky-green couch.

“what is?” you ask as you return to the living room, popcorn cradled in an oversized bowl against your waist.

“pamala anderson,” chris jokingly moans out, biting his bottom lip and covering his lower half with one of your fuzzy throw pillows.

“gross, you perv!” you throw a handful of popcorn at his face — that’s stretched into an adorable smile — and take a seat next to him.

“baywatch reruns are all that nbc play anymore,” you squint with a sigh, taking a swig of the cool bottle of beer chris requested before handing it to him.

“they lost the best thing to ever happen to ‘em, i’d milk that shit too.” he then takes a sip, smirking when a desperate pamala anderson begins to run in slow motion on your fuzzy box television.

“what would liv think of you drooling over some baywatch tits?”

“what would liv think of me replacing her with you for my christmas eve dinner?”

you can’t help but think that ‘replacing’ is possibly the meanest word he could have used.

he smiles and gives a soft laugh when your face doesn’t respond, “joking- don’t spaz on me now…” he rolls his eyes from you back to the screen in front of you.

you swallow and adjust your legs to sit underneath you, trying to get comfortable while remaining in your small red dress.

★ march 2004

“never again,” you remind chris and yourself as you step into your once discarded underwear.

chris nods his head a few times, replying when he finally catches his breath, “right.”

“okay,” you slip your dress back on and chris redresses himself away from you.

chris slowly comes up behind you, kissing your shoulder once and hugging you gently. you want to cry — because in any other circumstance you’d embrace this feeling. but you can’t help but feel dirty.

he whispers with his head buried in the side of your crowded neck, “you know your my best friend, right? i love you.”

and you can’t help the shivers and sobs that decide to escape from your sad, used body.

“shhhh,” he apologizes, “i’m sorry.”

★ december 2003

chris imagined having sex with you plenty of times before — figuring most guys have thought of it with all of their girl friends, at least his friends made it seem true.

though his imagination could never ever live up to your whines and the way your body effortlessly takes him as you bounce yourself on top of him.

you both knew this was a bad idea, it was bad before you ended up back at your place after dinner. chris is an admittedly horny drunk and you’re no better so sharing a few beers while sitting so close to each other was bound to backfire.

only in the morning would some ounce of guilt and regret wash over him, when he’d listen to the cheerful voicemail his unknowing girlfriend left him while he was busy with his fingers in your mouth.

★ november 2004

chris hasn’t spoken to you since you came clean to liv about your disloyalty, six months ago.

he yelled and cried at your doorstep. he told you that you ruined his entire life, that he never wants to see you again.

you convince yourself you never want to see him again, but you tend to miss him in the loneliest times. when you’re sat awake in your dark bedroom.

you still miss his voice and his face.

[mythicalmyles]

step brother Toby 🧍👀 (also i hope tomorrow gets better💗 )

After this ask im gonna have too much in my mind lmfaoo

Stepcest/dubcon/manipulation/tobys gross n toxic/bottom male reader

You huffed out, turning to look at the man that was now your brother. You hated the fact your dad had remarried but there was little you could do, he had made his mind up and moved her and her hell spawn into your home.

Toby stared a lot. Especially when you wire nothing but a towel after a hot shower, you tried to push back any thoughts that tried to weasel into your mind. You couldn’t deny his lifeless brown eyes would easily pin you in place, he always had a smirk on his face, like he knew something else no one else knew.

You were stuck alone with him, he sat on his bed, hair messy and unkempt. He’d likely ran his hands through his locks, deciding that was enough. He wore grey sweat pants decorated with stains that showed off his boxers, he was well defined which had initially surprised you. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, his dark bags hanging down his eyes as he stared at the screen infront of him. He had his shirt off, leaving his mouth watering chest on display. He was toxic as hell, always shouting obscenities down the mic. Even if he had done something stupid he’d still blow his top on those around him.

You were usually quick to make yourself scarce during the times he was gaming, instead you lay on your stomach and watched him lazily as anger seared over his features. “Yo-you fuh-fucking bitch!” He suddenly screamed out, throwing the control off the wall and nearly causing you to leap out of bed. It was too late once you’d realised your mistake.

Something evil took over Toby’s face when his eyes landed on you, his lips pulled into a snarl and a horrifying look in his eyes. You felt like a little fawn that had been dropped into the line of sight of a starved wolf. He moved to strike, jumping up just before your brain finally clicked. He was pissed and you must’ve looked like a target.

Fear flooded through you as you scrambled up, desperately praying for escape. Toby literally slammed the thoughts out of your head, sending you fly into the wall. You let out a cry as your body hit the wall, head slamming against the plaster and leaving your head spinning.

He had always scared you, he disappeared for days on end and always came back just that little bit extra terrifying. It was almost like every time he came back he left a little more humanity behind. You had tried so hard to stay out of his way despite sharing a room, you knew he was a ticking time bomb and yet you had stayed any way. You’d long given up on having your room look nice, he always tore it up anyway.

He grabbed your wrists, slamming them against the wall so hard you yelped. “T-Toby, ple-please.” The look on his face let you know just how big of a mistake you had made, he held your arms above your head with one hand while the other wrapped around your throat. His grip was tight and unforgiving, you were positive his nails would leave scars along your neck. You choked out a whimper, tears dripping from your eyes as he choked you to the point of blackout. He stopped just before you fell over the edge and into darkness, pulling away watching as you fell to your knees grasping your neck and choking.

Toby didn’t have any interest in you at first, intent on keeping the worst parts of himself until he was ready to leave. But when he caught sight of that dumb little look on your face it went straight to his cock, he knew you feared him and he relished in it. He was enraged from his game, the idiots in his team sucked. When he caught sight of you after his rage he felt something stir in him, the fear on your face, the way you bit down onto your lip eyeing him like you were about to bolt. He couldn’t have that.

That was how you’d ended up biting onto your sheets, Toby’s cock smashing deep inside of you. You felt your tears rush down your cheeks and soak into your sheets. “You like tha-a-that? Getting fuh-fucked by your big bro-brother?” Toby was insane, his words were lewd and disgusting. Yet your cock leaked between your legs, body shaking as he nailed into you. He left deep scratches in your hips, slamming you back onto his cock.

You couldn’t breathe, he loved the way you struggled underneath him. “S-stop To-toby-y.” You choked out one last time, he knew you didn’t mean it. He knew by the way your back arched, letting his cock slide deeper into you. Your choked moans filled the room along with the sound of him slamming into you, his cock abusing your prostate.

He ripped himself out and flipped you over, baring down at you with a shark toothed grin. He looked terrifying, drool dripping from his mouth as he stared down at you. The sight of his cock slamming into your tight hole was almost enough to spur him over the edge. “Ye-yeah that-thats it baby, ta-ah-take my cock.” He slammed your lips together, tongue forcing its way into your mouth and wasting no time in exploring. You whined into the kiss, feeling both of your saliva dripping down your face and neck.

“Do-dont wor-ry ill take go-good care of you, li-lit-little bro.” Toby’s words left you whining, hands grabbing desperately against his shoulders. You barely had a moment before an orgasm ripped through you, tearing you apart at the seams and leaving you clenching around Toby’s cock.

You clenched hard around him, sobbing and whining as you felt his cum flood your stomach. He flopped down onto you, his weight keeping you pinned down as he lazily ground into you. He ignored your overstimulated cries, content to keep his cock buried in your tight ass. “Suh-such a good b-boy.” Toby muttered, petting your hair as you came down from your high.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

On a train (again) - Matty Healy x fem! Reader

A/N: oh my god hello im alive i think. classic abouttofillhisshoes era style banner im going back to my roots. mpind revival no one was ready for ❤️

content warnings: smut, blowjobs, fingering, switchy throughout for sure, fingering, sex in public spaces the fucking freaks cant wait, they get caught and its as terrible as it sounds

word count: 1.7k

This is a horrible idea, you're sure. 

A cheap soap bar clatters onto the ground as you somehow force the door of the bathroom shut, squeezing you and matty into the cramped space. There's barely any room to stand, your knees touching his and foreheads pressed against each other, both of you panting heavily as Matty’s grin makes something stir inside of you. 

“We’re fucking mental for this, you know that?” He breathes out, that stupid smile contagious as you roll your eyes at him, smashing your lips together in a heated, sweaty kiss. 

The train rumbles underneath you and you can hear fellow passengers chattering outside, the danger of it all having you drip into your panties, soaked through in a matter of seconds. Hands roam aimlessly up and down your figure, clothes torn off haphazardly as Matty paws at your lacy bra, desperate enough to pull the cups down instead of unbuttoning it as he usually would. You dont have enough time for propriety, definitely not. 

“Need you now, want you so fucking bad babe.” you moan into his ear, lips attached to you throat as Matty bites and sucks messy hickeys into the skin of your neck, his tongue finding the little charm of your necklace in an instant. The cursive M that dangles on a dainty silver chain, forever in plain sight drives the boy insane, his eyes glued to the metal while his fingers work at pulling your too-tight skirt up and over your hips. 

His hands squeeze the fat of your sides, kneading and bruising the skin harshly as you whimper into his touch, hands scratching his back raw, red lines visible in the crooked mirror behind him. You see a light flicker, but pay it absolutely no mind when Mattys fingers finally pull your thong to the side, not even bothering to slip it off. No, he needs you just as much as you need him. Right. Fucking. Now. 

The rough pads of his fingers swipe at your clit and you let out a whine, a hand quickly clamped over your mouth to muffle your noises. The door might be thick, but it isn't soundproof. The thought of someone walking in on you in this precarious position makes your heart thrum in your ribcage, and an excited smile creeps up onto your lips. 

“Fuck, oh my god, Matty.” you whimper as he speeds up, curls obstructing your vision but not hiding the way Matty bucks his hips forward, back flexing in the mirror behind him in a way that makes your breath hitch. 

You're breathless, Mattys fingers working at a dizzying pace and the feel of his cold rings grazing your walls makes you clench around him, earning yourself a proud chuckle. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Got me rock hard for you, all f’you” Matty’s voice is raspy, low as he whispers filth into your ears, the knot in your core tightening with each syllable that leaves his spit covered lips. “Doing so good for me sweetheart, gonna make me come s’fast.” you slur your words, but the praise spurs him on, his non dominant hand holding you tightly and you can barely contain the pathetic moan that threatens to rip itself from your throat as the heel of his hand grinds against your clit deliciously. 

It doesn’t take long until you're close, it can't, given the location you’re both currently in. You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you whisper the words “M’xlose, fuck- please baby.” into his ear, burying your head into his neck as your orgasm washes over you in mind numbing waves, Matty’s tongue nipping at your earlobe driving you fucking insane. 

And right when you think you're done, exhausted, Matty takes his slick covered fingers, and sticks them into his own mouth. The way he sucks on them is absolutely obscene, and it awakens something more inside of you. “Y’taste so good darling, like honey.” you’d cringe at his painfully cheesy comment if it wasn't for the lust filled look he was giving you, eyes filled with suggestion and willingness.

You dont think as you drop down to your knees, banging your heels against the door in the process. The position is cramped and awkward, yes, but all of that fades away the second you see the way he strains against his jeans, twitching at the way you look up at him, batting your mascara covered eyelashes. 

“What's got you this worked up, hm?” you tease, a hand coming up to squeeze his ass firmly, making Matty yelp in surprise. “You’re a fuckin minx is what you are. Got me hard and now you’re teasing.”

“Jesus, you complain too much, don't you think?” you bite back before biting for real, taking the fly of his jeans between your teeth and pulling it down slowly, relishing in the way Matty threads his hand into your hair, tugging unintentionally as his fingers catch a knot, making you whine at the sudden strike of pain and pleasure through your body. 

Matty whimpers and leans against the unstable sink behind him, gripping onto it with his other hand. The faint wet spot on the front of his boxers as you pull the trousers down makes you giddy, licking your lips in anticipation. Matty knows better than to say something now, not when hes so fucking close. “Please.” is the only word that slips past his pressed together lips before you take him out of his underwear, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of his leaking cock. 

You resist making a comment on how wet he is, wanting to make this last at least a few minutes before he spills down your throat. But its just too fucking good to pass up. 

“God, you're just soaked for me, aren't you angel? Just need me that badly.” 

Matty nods frantically, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as you guide him into your mouth, the warm wetness of your throat sending him into a frenzy. He feels like he's reached some sort of other world, pure pleasure enveloping his body as you tongue at him, your little hums of satisfaction at his reactions making him louder and louder, threatening to expose the both of you. 

Matty’s eyes widen as you guide his hand to push you forward, nodding slightly as he gives you a look of confirmation. “You’re a fucking wet dream, fuck.” 

Your mascara flows freely down your cheeks as he grips your hair harshly, pulling you back before thrusting his cock back into your warm mouth, small gasps of pleasure filling the cramped bathroom. 

The both of you freeze when you hear a quiet back from outside, scared to death it might be a knock. Ten seconds go by, then thirty, and you're sure the person had moved on once realising the door was locked. You shoot Matty a relieved look, and he giggled in return, whispering an exhilarated “Could you imagine if they had realised what we were doing in here? Id fucking die of embarrassment. 

“You’re getting your dick sucked, how could that possibly be embarrassing?” you answer, raising your eyebrows at him, and a string of spit connects your lips to his tip. Matty doesn't take his eyes away from that spot the entire time you speak. “Yeah, in a train bathroom, it's all dirty in here!” 

“Can’t be dirtier than what we’re doing, can it?” you grin, sticking your tongue out to lap up the precum drooling from his cock. 

The feeling of him hitting the back of your throat over, and over, and over again makes you drip between your thighs, your hips shifting slightly to try and get some friction on the seam on your panties. Matty pants loudly, biting his lip as your eyes tear up even more, your makeup absolutely ruined in your effort. 

“M’so fucking close, darling girl, fuck you feel so good.” He moans, tightening his grip in your hair even more, forcing you in place as he fucks your throat, hard. You can barely form a coherent thought, the sound and smell and taste of him filling every sense. You arent prepared when we finally does spill into your mouth with a guttural groan, holding you down as the taste of come lands on your tongue. You swallow, much to Matty’s satisfaction, but not before showing him the remnants of his orgasm.

“Gonna fucking kill me babe, that was amazing.” You grin at him, aching knees almost buckling underneath you as you get up to kiss him, his little whine a the taste of himself on your lips makes your head spin. The bathroom reeks of sex and sweat, your hair is a mess and Matty’s shirt is still half undone as you open the door and peer out, being met with a pair of piercing blue eyes. 

An old man stares at you from a seat facing the bathroom, a look of disgust on his face as you pull back into the space, the horror evident in your expression telling Matty everything he needed to know. 

You both do the walk of shame down the aisle, making uncomfortable eye contact with multiple passengers who you now know definitely heard you. God, were you embarrassed. 

By the time you make it back to your still empty seats, both of you are red in the face, yet still giggling at the absurdity of the situation.

“Never again. We are never doing that again.” you force out, letting your head fall onto his shoulders. 

The both of you burst out into a fit of laughter as Matty replies. 

“Was hot though, you on your knees-” 

“Never. Again. “ 

[laylahluvsasians]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 || 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬!𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - its currently 2006, you and gong yoo have been dating for over 6 years and got casted in coffee prince together. being casted in a show alongside ur boyfriend sounded fun but lately ur relationship has been rocky.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - toxic relationship, eventual slight smut (not this chapter), sexual innuendos, slightly embarrassing, angst.

𝐚/𝐧 - this will be split into five parts.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

you knew gong yoo about 10 years before you landed the role on coffee prince.

you both quickly fell inlove and have been together for around 6 years now.

you met yoon eun hye on set and she immediately became ur best friend and ur friendship was still going strong.

she and you would hang out together and gossip about the other actors, which of them was ur type, and complain about the endless filming hours.

but the shooting hours were finally over and the show was gaining attention. you and eun hye were currently in her hotel room, talking about the newest gossip.

“ugh where is my boyfriend.” you complained falling back dramatically on the bed.

eun hye rolled her eyes at you since she knew exactly what you were gonna say. ”i haven’t seen him since we finished filming earlier.”

“oh my god,” you whined. “i need to see him”

“no way are you getting him when he just finished filming,” eun hye said, rolling her eyes for the 90th time today. “he definitely wants to sleep.”

“so?” you huffed. “i can nap with him.”

eun hye gave you a look, a smirk on her face. “a nap? is that all you would be doing?”

you threw her a dirty look and sighed, dropping back onto the bed. ”i’ve been deprived of him for the entire day, i can’t go through an entire night too”

“you’ll be fine, you literally see him every day,” eun hye said. “i don’t know how you haven’t gotten sick of each other yet, you’re like two peas in a pod.”

“because my love for him never runs out.” you dramatically put a hand on your forehead and sighed. yoon eun hye only laughed at your antics. “stop acting so extra, we both know you’re completely whipped for him. and he’s even more whipped for you.”

“damn right he is,” you said, grinning. “he’s so in love with me, it’s quite cute.”

“that’s not surprising, you know that everyone wants to date you,” eun hye said. “but you just had to pick gong yoo.”

“because he’s the best.” you sighed dreamily. “he’s so handsome, talented, sweet, and he treats me so good.”

“okay, we get it, you’re both sickeningly in love with each other,” eun hye said, making a fake gagging motion.

you let out a laugh and flopped down onto your side so your cheek was smashed against the pillow. “is it a crime for me to love my boyfriend so much?”

“yes,” she said bluntly. “because you two are the most lovey-dovey, disgustingly sweet couple i’ve met.”

“im gonna marry him.”

“is that even a surprise?” she said. “you guys have been together for years now and he’s had so many chances to get away from you, but he still hasn’t. you’re stuck with him for life.”

“he’s not leaving me anytime soon,” you said, a smug expression on your face. “he loves me too much.”

“the whole world knows he’s madly in love with you, you have nothing to worry about,” eun hye said. “but you’re not escaping that easy either, you are just as whipped for him”

“yeahyeah, im gonna go see him.” you get up and start heading towards the door.

eun hye looked at you, an exasperated expression on her face. “i knew you would,” she said. “he’s probably gonna be pissed that you woke him up from his nap.”

“he be aight.”

she rolled her eyes, but gave you a wave. “don’t have too much fun,” she said, “i don’t want to end up hearing you guys through the walls all night.”

you flipped her off and headed over to gong yoo’s hotel room that was right across the hall from eun hye’s.

you knocked on the door before opening it, knowing he probably forgot to lock it. “babe?” you called out, closing the door behind you.

you heard some shuffling from the bedroom, and a moment later, gong yoo appeared in the doorway, dressed in just his sweatpants.

“why are you here, it’s late?” he murmured, sleep evident in his voice.

you gave him an innocent look. “i haven’t seen you all day, is it a crime to come see my boyfriend?”

“baby.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i’ve been filming all day and i just got back. i’m tired.”

you put ur hands on ur hips sassily and replied. “we can sleep together.”

he looked at you, his eyes still somewhat tired. “i wanna sleep alone.”

your face fell and you pouted. “but i don’t wanna sleep alone. i’ve missed you all day.”

he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “i know, but im tired. can’t you sleep in your room instead?”

“fine.” you frowned and rolled ur eyes.

“thank you,” he said, and gave you a sleepy smile. “i’ll see you tomorrow morning, alright?”

“whatever.” you grumble under ur breath.

“what’s got you so grumpy?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. “i’m tired, why can’t you just listen to me and go back to your room?”

“bye.” you walk away not even letting him respond.

he sighed and watched you go. “i’ll just see her in the morning,” he muttered to himself, before crawling back into bed.

you find yourself walking back to eun hyes hotel room.

eun hye heard the door open, and the sound of you flopping down onto the bed. “back again already?” she asked.

“he wanted to sleep alone.” you groan.

“oh no,” she said sarcastically, “the horror of being forced to spend a night by yourself.”

you just made a face at her, and pulled a pillow closer. “i miss him,” you said, burying your face into it.

eun hye snickers and pats your back. “you’ll survive one night without him, i promise you.”

“i swear one day he’s gonna leave me because of how clingy i am” you pout.

“that’s not gonna happen, he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“but what if he gets sick of me?” you asked, a frown on your face. “what if one day he just wakes up and decides that he doesn’t love me anymore?”

eun hye scoffed. “if you think gong yoo’s ever gonna fall out of love with you, you’re dumber than i thought.”

“hey,” you said, elbowing her. “i’m not stupid, i just over think a lot.”

“yeah, and that’s an understatement,” she said. “just relax, gong yoo’s not gonna stop loving you. he’s head over heels for you, i promise.”

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮

it’s early in the morning, and your alarm clock rings. you groan and sit up.

you force yourself out of bed, and trudge into the bathroom. you brush your teeth and wash your face before getting dressed.

after you finish getting ready, you make your way over to gong yoo’s room. you knock once before opening the door.

he was sat on the bed, fully dressed and scrolling through his phone. he looked up when he heard the door open. “oh, you’re here,” he said, setting his phone down.

you roll ur eyes, already starting to get pissed off. “should i not be?”

“no, of course you should be,” he said, rolling his eyes slightly. “i was just surprised, considering how whiny you were last night.”

“god forbid a girl misses her boyfriend.” you lean against his fridge.

he snorted and got up out of bed. “i just found it kinda annoying that you couldn’t go one night on your own.”

“oh so you find me annoying?” you narrow ur eyes.

“when you act like this, yes.” he gave you a pointed look, crossing his arms.

annoyance slowly rises within you. “thats just because i love you!”

he let out a sigh and shook his head. “i know you love me a lot, but you get a little… clingy sometimes.”

“fine, ill stop.” you shrug, trying to seem unbothered.

“it’s not that i don’t like that you’re clingy,” he said. “it’s just that you can be a little too clingy, to the point where i can’t do anything else.”

“whatever.” you didn’t feel like continuing this conversation.

he rolled his eyes at your behavior, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “don’t be salty now,” he said. “you know i love you, i just wish you would stop acting like a needy puppy.”

you sighed and leaned into his touch, despite being annoyed with him. “i don’t know how i’m supposed to not be clingy when you’re gone half the time.”

“it’s work,” he said, his arms still around you. “i have to be on set to work and make movies, it can’t be helped.”

“we literally have the same work!”

“which means you’re doing the same thing that i am,” he said. “so i don’t know why you’re so bothered that i have to be away for filming when you’re doing the *same thing.”

you frown. “i just miss you.”

he sighed and brought his hand to your cheek. “i know, baby, i miss you too,” he said. “but you have to understand that work always comes first.”

wrong move. “wow thanks.”

he let out an exasperated sigh. “that’s not what i meant, and you know it,” he said, “i’m just trying to do my job, same as you are. i still love you, so don’t be all sulky and pissy.”

“difference is i put u over everything.” you grumble, annoyed.

he rolled his eyes. “you’re being dramatic again,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides. “i never asked you to do that.”

“well, excuse me if i’m in love with you,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “i thought it was perfectly normal to want to prioritize my boyfriend.”

he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. “i really don’t want to argue about this again. this whole clinginess thing is really getting old, and i feel like i’ve explained myself countless times already. i’m sorry im not at your beck and call 24/7.”

“whatever im leaving.” you grab ur bag and storm out.

he didn’t even try to stop you as you walked out. this wasn’t the first argument the two of you had over this exact thing, and quite honestly he was just tired of it.

you walked across the hallway to eun hye’s room. when she opened the door, she took one look at your face and knew something had happened.

“i assume things didn’t go well?” eun hye asked, raising her eyebrows. she already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear you say it anyways.

“ugh i hate him!” you pace up and down her room.

“what happened this time?” she asked, letting you into her room. she could practically sense your anger from here, and she sat down on her bed.

you flopped onto the bed next to her, and let out a groan. “the same damn thing again , he said im too clingy and i care about him too much while he still prioritizes work over me.”

“jesus christ, not this again,” she said, letting out a sigh. “you guys have been arguing over this for years, and i swear yall still haven’t learned how to resolve this issue.”

“i just wished i was his number one priority. if we ever got married one day then i should come over anything” you pout.

eun hye leaned back against the headboard, and patted your shoulder. “you know that can’t happen, right? gong yoo will always put his career first, and you’re gonna have to accept that by this point.”

“maybe i shouldn’t be with him then” you say thinking off of impulse.

“come on, that’s ridiculous, you know that you love him,” she said, shaking her head at you. “and he loves you, but he’s a man with a job. he’s going to prioritize that. that’s not his fault.”

“well im not gonna marry him and start a family with him if he’s just gonna choose his job over us” you state.

eun hye was trying her best to reason with you, but it never worked. “listen, gong yoo’s a fantastic boyfriend. he’s been with you through all of the highs and lows of your career, and he’s stuck with you for years. what more could you ask from him?”

you buried your face into the pillow and let out a muffled groan. “i just want him to choose me over his job for once. he’s always telling me that i’m being too clingy and needy, and i hate it,” you said, looking back up at her.

“babe.” she said, patting your head. “i hate to break it to you, but that’s never going to happen. gong yoo will always put his career first, and that’s not even a bad thing. it’s just how it is.”

“whatever stop talking about it” you cross ur arms and lean against the bed frame.

eun hye rolled her eyes at your behavior but kept silent. this was always how it went when you fought with gong yoo. she wished the both of you could just drop it and move on already.

[delimeats-000]

Can you pay my bills?

summary: cockwarming chris is too distracting.

warnings: smut, language, pp

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

@strniolosworld❤️

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i get home from running errands all day.

the guys are always busy and im basically freeloading as chris’ girlfriend so i take care of chores and shit. (women duties yk?(jk please dont come for me))

i drop the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and begin putting things away.

“CHRIS?!” i call him upstairs to help me.

“WHAT?!” he yells back.

“WATCH YOUR MOUTH!! COME HERE AND HELP ME!!”

i hear him stomping up the stairs quickly. he comes up behind me, hand on my waist he kisses my cheek.

“Sorry, ma.” he slaps my ass then begins grabbing shit off the counter and putting it away.

“Alright I gotta go fill out some checks and make some payments, ok?”

“Noooo..” he puts the last item in the pantry and grabs me. pulling me closer he says, “I need yooou.”

“You need me to pay the bills or we wont have internet or water.” i giggle feeling a bulge in his pants pressing against my thigh.

i kiss him softly trying to get out of his grasp.

“Im serious, baby.” he grabs my wrist. “Just let me fuck you, please?” his whining finally gets to me.

“Fuck. Fine, how about I sit on you while I make the payments?”

i watch the smile grow on his face. “Yes please.”

i drag him downstairs to his room and we sit at his desk i open my file cabinet and grab the checks and my address book. (ik it’s old ppl shit but i loooove paying bills on paper)

“Ok baby. Pull down your pants and sit down.”

he excitedly does exactly as i told him. i look at his dick, if i had time i would love to fuck myself on it but right now i’ve got things to do, other than him.

i get right in his face and smash my lips against him. i kiss him roughly for a few more seconds before pulling away to spit right on his cock.

“Shit.” he lets out a whimper.

i pull my pants all the way off slowly, teasing him just a little. he runs both hands across my ass as im bending over.

“You’re so beautiful ma.” he moans out, “Cant wait to feel you around my cock.” without hesitation i line myself up with him before lowering myself onto his length.

i cant help but cry a little, “Shit.”

“You feel so good.” he wraps his arms around me hands landing on both of my breasts, he begins massaging them.

moaning from the feeling i put my hands on top of his, “Don’t distract me, Chris.”

“Sorry, baby.” i can just hear the smug little smile in his voice.

i grab my papers and start filling them out. about 5 minutes go by when i genuinely forget im in his lap with his dick inside me.

as soon as i remember, i feel my walls clench around him. his head rests on my shoulder and he starts kissing down my neck.

“Chris.” i say, trying to ignore how good his lips are making me feel.

“Yes, ma?” he continues kissing.

“Chris you need to stop.”

he stops kissing my neck and instead starts grinding underneath me.

“Fuck.. chris- Chris, stop.”

“Why baby? Feels so good.” i can feel his warm breath against my neck now as he moans out with every movement.

“I know, my love. But I cant focus.”

his hands run up the front of me, from my stomach to my tits then finally his left hand is grasping my throat from behind me.

“Just let me fuck you already.” he harshly thrusts into me once.

“FUCK!! ok ok- fuck fine.”

he picks me up guiding me up and down on his cock. the pace is unreal i can’t even feel my legs at this point. i cant help but scream out his name.

the way he stretches me out hurts but i wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“CHRIS- Fuck, chris!”

“Feels good huh? My big dick making you feel good?” he lets out what’s almost a whisper in my ear before he continues groaning with everything upward thrust.

“Chris, baby. So close fuck.”

“Cum for me baby. Let me feel you cum for me.”

i scream out one last time before finishing all over him, my cum spills out onto his chair underneath us.

“Fuck baby, so good for me. Gonna let me cum in you?”

“Yes please please chris..”

once his name leaves my mouth i feel him twitch then shoot his cum up inside of me.

“Shit.” he says all fucked out, leaning back in his chair.

“You’re gonna have to finish these.”

“Why?” chris jumps back up.

we both moan at the sudden movement.

“Im too tired, Chris.”

“Leave it to Nick.”

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i honestly hate this so yeah sorry, love you 🫶🏼

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hey bsff, so baysically, i was wondering if you could do an octavian or frank x daughter of bacchus!reader? 🤗

orr maybe octavian with dionysus’ responsible daughter whose basically chiron’s right hand at camp halfblood

im gonna do the second one cause it has a starting point but thank you for the submission!!

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sneak

octavian x dionysus!reader

"me? sneak out with you? fine."

warning: heavy makeout sesh, sneaking out, cursing, octavian.

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it wasnt new to you, to be sneaking out to see him.

after you forced nico di angelo to shadow travel you to the usual meetup spot; this 1980s abandoned mall in kansas. after every trip you gave him access to the wine cellar to "re-energize", as he would call it.

you would wait in the lobby of the mall, observing how it looked like everyone just dropped what they were doing and ran out. the shops and cafes still filled with product. shirts, dresses, shoes and other clothing out for display on the unnerving mannequins that heads looked like they followed you as you moved.

"can i have the key to the cellar?" nicos voice snapped you back to reality, as he stood in front of the bench you sat on. he had his usual aviators jacket on, with those stupid black skinny jeans and his messy black hair. he twisted the skull ring on his finger, clearly nervous to ask.

"yeah, here," you said handing him the key chain. "could you pick me up in like.. four hours? and dont lose that key my dad would turn me into a shrub. again." a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"you bet. and be safe, okay? i dont wanna shadow travel a screaming baby, too." he joked.. hopefully. you waved goodbye, and watched him run into the shadows and disappear.

you prayed to all the gods that this trip would be successful again. last time chiron found out his right hand man had been sneaking out to see a roman, he wasnt too happy. and when he told your dad.. that was the first time you were turned to a shrub.

you leaned back, supporting yourself on your arms, just spacing out thinking how this mall used to be crowded with family's and teens who stole their parents money. living in the 80s was always you dream.

a door shut on the far side of the wide hall, which was lined with shops. you ran behind a corner until you heard the codeword yelled.

"pillow pet murder is here, im not the police." his voice rang. you came out from behind the corner and saw the scrawny, pale boy. his piercing blue eyes that usually showed little life lit up when he saw you.

you quickly walked up to him and threw your arms around his neck. you hadn't seen the blondie augur in a few weeks, and it was making you wanna rip your hair out. whenever your brother, pollux, would ask why you were constantly fidgeting and tapping your feet rapidly, you would just start tweaking. "uhh.. i- um.. i dunno!"

"i missed you." he suddenly spoke, his face buried in your neck. the boys voice was raspy, breaking even. either he had been yelling and screaming, or was very emotional after finally getting to see you. probably the yelling one though.

"i would hope so," you answered in a fake annoyed voice, which you felt him frown against your neck. "but i missed you too, even though it goes without saying."

he placed a soft kiss on your neck below your ear, which made you shiver. he met your eyes, leaning closer with a curious spark in his expression. you thought he was gonna just stay there and stare at you, until he smashed his lips into yours, which hurt a bit.

immediately kissing back, you almost fell because of how much the scrawny boy leaned into you. your mouths moved in sync, teeth knocking together as your tongues danced with each other.

the boy moved the two of you to the nearest wall, which you tripped trying to get there. thank the gods for his quick reflexes, falling on the tiled, disgusting floor was not your cup of tea.

never breaking the kiss, you both made it to the wall which was right next to a ice cream shop, "scoops ahoy". it gave of weird vibes, but you thought nothing of it. octavian's hands crept to the waist of your jeans, slipping the tips of his fingers past, onto your bare skin.

something in your head screamed. not anything in particular, but the scream was very pleasurable, as it sounded. maybe he could get you to make that sound too...

your hands crept from his neck to the small of his back, sliding up his shirt. when he helped you get it off, you might as well have just burst into flames. your mouths parted, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips still.

"fuck, y/n. you got a lot better at kissing. you practice on someone?" he asked, breaking the heavy silence.

your eyes were glued to his abdomen. for such a skinny boy, he had a mean 6-pack. from the quick glance you got at your old-fashioned watch you borrowed from a store at this mall, you had 3 hours left. wish it was more, dont you?

"no, havent even thought of anyone but you." you answered after a good 30 seconds of awkward silence. he crept closer, his arms creeping around your waist until suddenly, you felt a grab on your ass.

every time. he does this every time. the air gets thick, the silence suddenly isn't so comforting, and he always grabs your ass. your convinced he loves it more then you, the way his sharp blue eyes always creep down below your waist . "my eyes are up here." you would speak whenever you caught him staring.

he let go and apologized, giving you a real hug and a tender kiss. you both walked over to the bench you had been sitting on before he came and talked for hours on end. there was a glass roof high above the two of you, so you got to geek out and name all the constellations you say and explain there backstories. the two you loved the most were gemini, because of your brothers, and the huntress, in honor of nicos sister and her friend.

"i really hope the legions dont hate me for loving a greek." he brought up out of nowhere. you weren't ashamed of being greek, you loved it. but you always worried the future you and octavian had planned in new rome wouldnt work out. but it would, because if percy and annabeth could go to college and settle down for a future there, then surely you and octavian could.

you planted a kiss on his cheek "they got used to two greeks in their city, surely they can handle another. i promise i will do everything i can to get them to like me. you wont be hated, octavian."

he smiled, then when the two of you saw sonething sprint out of the shadows, your heads whipped around.

nico and hazel. your "rides" back to the separate camps. had that much time passed already? the two children of the underworld were laughing and talking, until they turned their attention to you and octavian. his shirt off and hand on your thigh, your messy hair and unbuttoned jeans.

"time to go." the son of hades spoke. he had obviously been drinking, but you didn't blame him. that much high-quality wine couldn't be resisted by anyone.

octavian got his discarded shirt from the entrance to that ice cream place. it was definitely stranger then most things at that mall. the two of you kissed goodbye and went your separate ways. him and hazel left the building as you and nico stayed in the same spot.

he led you to a shadow, then you linked hands. "ready?" he asked

"yep."

"oh, and by the way your dad and chiron are pissed." he blurted out before you faded into darkness with the boy.

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this is the new layout for fics/hcs, and i changed/will be updating older layouts. comment if you like it or if you like the old layout!!

leave requests and i will do them as quick as i can. please say if you want a hcs list or just a normal fic. love you all! <3

(i deeply apologize for the paragraph of octavians ass obsession...)

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LOVEDDDD PLUSHY X PK!! WE NEED PREGNANT READERx PLUSHYx PK 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

ITS HERE!

Notes: Set in the Plushies!verse where reader is pregnant (NOT Joel dealing with Preggo Wife couple). for extra content/background, you can read Plushies!Joel and Reader discovering their PK, and Plushies!Joel and Reader pregnancy Bonus chapter

Warnings: PISS KINK, Plushies humping, PISS on PLUSHIES, Joel cumming in boxers, "dry" humping (no actual sex but it sure as hell isnt dry here either), Daddy ish kink like once (I didn't count man this isnt proof read)

18+ ONLY

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Ever since getting pregnant with Big Bad Mr Joel Miller’s big fat fucking kid (that you may have “begged” him to put in you—on accident), your back has not experienced pain like this since said baby-daddy body slammed you into a brick wall in a dingy alley when you hooked up outside a bar. He proceeded to tend to your back all night with kisses and soft rubs and lotions, and ended up learning of Joel very peculiar double sided dynamic.

You slide your keys on the counter only for them to fall down to the ground. With a moon sized belly, you weren’t even gonna bother bending to pick it up. That’s the floors problem (and future you that needs to get around)’s problem. Not yours. 

You waddle towards the bedroom. Grateful for your plushie obsession being the one thing you were prepared for: a wall of fluff and comfort conforming to your body 24/7. You rotate with little tippy steps until you’re facing the wall, then collapsing backwards on the bed slowly, only to be met with a squirmy hard lump that grips your belly securely from nearly tossing you off the side:

“YEOOW!” 

He lurches in pain as your elbow dug into his side and ass smashed his poor dick under the crushing weight of you.

“JOEL! GET OFF MY BED!” You scream, kicking and flailing uselessly in his grasp. He’s still buried under the mountain of plush with your big body plastered atop him, but he won’t let go either.

“It’s OUR bed, babydoll,” he groans. you turn your head to the side to see his hooked nose just barely peeking above your BunBun’s fluffy cotton tail. He shakes his noggin side to side to get fresh air across his face and to make eye contact with you, your head resting against his shoulder.

“I was just takin’ a nap, no need to get snippy,” he grumbles. He kisses your cheek and rubs along your belly.

“My plushies,” you mumble with a pout, folding your arms over your chests.

The awkward position only makes it more difficult to get comfortable. Joel’s crazy strength alone is one thing, but the gravity of having an additional 25 pounds on your mid section is somehow giving him the upper hand in holding you against him. You wanted to fall on soft, cottony clouds and colorful friends that you had collected over the years, not a hard man with his hard belt digging into your spine and his even harder cock poking your ass hogging them for his personal nap blanket.

“Joel.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to get up.”

“Why?”

“I need to—“

“I CAN DO IT! LETS DO IT TOGETHER!” He rolls you to the side like a rotating hot dog and immediately fists a plushie, shoving it between your spread legs. “S’okay little Momma, do ya thing.” He’s hanging over you, his pupils wide and mouth curved into an excited smirk, practically drooling at the space between your legs. While one knuckle presses the plush (of which you can’t even see over your belly) at your crotch, the other is rubbing circles into the squishy part of your pelvis.

You shake your head. “I don’t need to fucking masturbate, I need to pee!”

Joel tilts his head in confusion. “I thought that’s what we were doin’?”

“IM NOT PEEING ON THE—“ you drag the plush squeezed in his hand from out below you so you can get a good look at who’s about to be sacrificed—“ON PINKY THE POLAR BEAR!!!”

He snatches the stuffed animal back and glides it between your thighs again, this time with his knee pressed tight so it’s sandwiched just out of your reach. “Pinky aint about to be a good name f’him—how bout yellow-y, or piss-y or pee-y—OH how about PINKY—! Oh no wait a minute…”

“Jooooeeell!!!!”

He starts rubbing harder against your mound, licking his lips as you begin to flounder helplessly. “Give it ta me, princess, Daddy Bear’s gonna take care of everything, you just do what ya do best, so beautiful f’me, Fuck me, that’s my good girl, yeah, yeah do it angel.”

But you shake your head. Your hips sway side to side, but between him and the mountain of stuffed animals surrounding you and the lump of a swell at your belly, there’s no where to run. “No! I’m not doing that—ugughhh—shit again!”

Joel pouts his lips, not letting up his assault. “Please! You liked it so much last time, remember?!”

“That—was an accident!!!” You lie. No you didn’t want to piss on a stuffed animal again, for fear it will reawaken something inside you that should have never surfaced in the first place: that you might enjoy it. “I don’t want to ruin Pinky!”

“I’ll toss her in the wash!” He nods quickly ,as if it’s a good deal. As if you were even getting a say in the matter.

“NO!!!”

But Joel ignores you. He leans back, and you can just barely see off to the side the massive boner he’s got pressing painfully in his jeans. He quickly unzips himself, his boxers still on but his cock having more room to breathe, spilling out in front to make a large grey tent. He hooks his thighs under your calves, hoisting himself close to you so that both of your core’s are only one squished polar bear stuffie apart.

“That’s it baby—fuck yeah,” he groans heartily. With one arm leaned behind him to hold himself up, he grinds against the animal, in tern grinding against your clit and suffocating your pussy. His other hand is splayed over your bladder, his palm thrumming down deep with each roll of his hips. 

You’re trapped. Your tummy is full, your badder is even fuller, and Joel’s so lost in a piss/plushie drunk state that there’s no getting to him now until he gets what he wants. 

Toes curling in, shaking from the pain of your walls breaking, all you can think is ‘I’m sorry Pinky’ as you let out a yelp that had lodged itself in your throat. your hands slap over your eyes as you cunt squeezes out the pregnancy-piss-poor storage of urine that had built up so quickly inside, releasing it onto the plush’s innards. 

Joel grunts one last time and goes silent to confirm it’s happening. “Oh fuck—Oh Fuck yeah baby holy shit!” He pulls you in even closer so that his balls are sunk right under your ass. There’s a faint hissing of your piss blessing his ears as it drenching the bear, who’s getting yellower and heavier as you continue to go. Joel moans, eyes rolling when he rolls himself tighter against you, and the warm liquid begins to seep onto his underwear. “OOOHhhh ugughh yeahhhhh,” he whines, and soon he’s cumming inside his boxers with your warm piss costing his shaft, sticking the fabric to him like a wet hug.

“That’s my Momma bear, pissin’ all over her lil toys, showin’ em who’s boss.” He hazily wedges his thumb under the hood of your clit and begins rubbing, pushing his hips closer so your slit is completely surrounded by the squelching warm wet cotton of your own pee-soaked Pinky.

His encouragement flies right to your lower belly. You bite your lip as you begin to shake, back arching best it can in the current position with a silent scream as pleasure washes over your entire body. It’s wrong, so wrong how freeing and good he makes it all feel, like he’s conditioning you to feel pissing your stuffed animals is a rewarded behavior.

Fuck this guy.

You both sigh out into the air, panting hard. Joel doesn’t bother to move or clean anything. He’s too busy basking in the wet, debauched mess between both of your spread legs. Your underwear, the once innocent and dry Pinky, his jeans and boxers now darkened, heavy, and sticking to skin with the cooling remnants of your glorious piss. 

“You—“ you rasp, pointing to him with a lazy finger but unable to lift yourself from your orgasmic mind. “YOu’re cleaning—everything.”

Joel just lets out a half laugh, half choke, nodding. “I know.” He bends forward and kisses the top of your swollen stomach, the part that didn’t get soaked from the water sports. Girthy hands rub along your thighs soothingly as he makes out with your pregnant tummy. 

You fist a bunch of dry plushies and droop them over your head, hoping to smother yourself in a Plushie heavenly sleep and deal with the aftermath of your new kink tomorrow.

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[kuni-is-daddy]

Gojo satoru x F!+m! reader

MINORS DNI---. ❌🤠

Female reader special! <-- Working out with gojo ;)

Gojo x F! sorcerer reader <;--

HEADCANNONS OF HIM EATING YOU OUT AND SLOPPY TOPPY

FEMALE READER. (Use of mommy)

Gojo will eat you out like ITS SURVIVALL. Pushing you over the nearest table or counter and holding your hands while he eats you out.

Gojo loves when you sit on his face after a stressful day of being annoyed by the 'higher ups' he loves looking forward to you smashing his face in between your thighs.

"D-Dont fuhkin stop baby. Cum on my face mommy. Wanna swallow that cum down my throat~ please give it to me~"

Gojo who would rub his thumb against your clit while shoving his tongue inside of you. Reaching spots you never knew existed

"Toru~ oh fuck toru. I-..Im gonna cum. Ah~ you make me feel so good daddy."

"yeah? You like that. Oooh shit~ you like how I rub on your clit?"

Gojo who BEGS you too keep riding his face even if he taps or grabs on your ass hard because it's so FUCKING hot to him.

"baby. Baby please come back. It's fine I'll be okay just plzz sit on my face again~" tsk tsk him making puppy eyes wouldn't work on you this time.

Gojo who asks you to absolutely ruin his hair. He tryna have his hair FUCKED UP. A pretty boy like him getting devoured in your pussy.

Grab his hair and jerk on it roughly when you feel like his tongue isn't deep enough inside of you. Ride his face like your holding on for dear life. Gojo wants you to completely cover his face with your cum.

Gojo wants you to have the hottest orgasm in your life. To the point where he cums so FUCKING hard through his pants.

While you make out gojo would shift his hands down your pants. "Mmm this pussy wet f' me already?" Then shove his fingers inside of you. He'd finger you against the wall while mimicking your moans against your ear.

Gojo loves to shove his fingers inside of you, rushing back and forth as if it's his cock then sticking his tongue out waiting for your delicious cum. The way he'd breathe heavy like you as he waited for you to reach a orgasm that would send you shivers.

M! READER. .(zaddy😩😩)

Gojo was tired of being asked for arranged marriages and relationships with girls. 'sorry, I'm gay yK that right. 100% gay' boop. Hangs up phone. Why bullshit around with people he doesn't even like? He wanted you.

Gojo who has you wake up to him sucking your cock. "T-toru..hah...mmh..what r you doing.."

Mmm I figured this would be the perfect way to wake you up baby. I still want you from last night, why'd you tease me like that :((

You and gojo we're at a party and he sure did make a entrance coming their in his ICONIC BLACK SHIRT (OH LAWD😭😭😩)

His muscles were FLEXED like crazy and you were NOT having all those girls stare at that sexy built man of yours.

You pushed him into a bathroom stall and pulled down his pants and fingered him

"F-FUCK Mmm~ daddy doesn't like seeing his little slut all worked up for him?" He was so fucking horny. He didn't care if you fucked him and everyone was lined up outside the bathroom. God he loved your cock inside of him

During missions he'd make quick haste with the special grade curses and pounce on you while undressing himself

When gojo gives you head he sometimes forgets his eyes are covered "Toru~ wanna see your eyes baby.. can I take it off?"

"mmph..mhm..you can do whatever ya' want to me daddy~"

While fucking him youd take the cloth covering his eyes and shove it inside his mouth. Have him crying and screaming through it while you fuck him doggy style

Gojo who sucks your dick in a hot spring. The hot water constantly splashing against his face as he bobbed his head up and down while jerking off with the other hand.

Gojo who secretly wants you to fuck him in his domain. The bliss of knowing everything and being at the center of the universe in utter peace. Being able to yell out for you so FUCKING loud till he loses his voice because no one could hear.

Pov: you said his domain gave you a headache and never went back in again :(( he begs shoko to find a way to let him change his 'nauseous domain'

[irl-w0lverine]

October 6th - kai anderson (smut)

Pairing : kai anderson x fem!reader

WARNINGS : kidnapping, rough sex, degrading, its literally kai anderson, sex on abandoned church site, blood, spit

A/n : not only did i accidentally delete this whole fic the first time but it didnt save at all. Please enjoy this stressy mess of a fic and keep the warnings in mind. Take care <3

IF YOUR UNDER 18, DO NOT READ. IM NOT GONNA BE HELD ACOUNTABLE FOR SOMETHING YOU CHOSE TO CONSUME!

You feel the car your in come to an abrupt stop, your body being jostled in the boot. You had no idea where you are, whos there besides for kai or if anyone knows your out here.

He opens the boot, ripping off the peice of tape that was stuck snugly over your mouth. It stung like hell but he still slapped his hand over your mouth.

"you better stay quiet. Fucking slut. Not a single peep better come out your filthy mouth. " he growls, pulling you by your hair so your sat up. He unties the blindfold thats obstructing your eyes from seeing, you imediately checking out your surroundings.

He yanks you up from the car boot, a painful yet possessive hand gripping your waist. He locks the car as you guys head to the mysterious location.

You knew kai loved having a god like complex but you would have never expected him to bring you here. An abandoned church. You had so many questions to ask but refrained due to being unsure what he'd do.

His nails dig into your waist, leaving crecent marks to make sure you wont try to get away.

As you arrive near the church, he leads you to the back. To a...smashed window?

He brushes off the loose glass, helping you climb in. He soon goes in after you, slicing his calf on the sharp shards.

"son of a bitch... Oi... Lick it up" he commands, yanking you by the hair and kicking your shins with force so your kneeling in front on him.

You imediately begin to lick the blood away from the wound, the metallic taste spreading in your mouth. Despite hating the taste, you continue to do it, looking up at him.

".. Ngh.." he grunts, his eyes growing a lustful look as he yanks you up and crashes his lips into yours.

Your teeth hit his. Your noses bump together. His tounge attacking your mouth. All until you back hits the altar. He clears off all the dust and debris, picking you up by your ass and sitting you down on it.

"you make it so hard not to fuck you. Your pretty... Slutty.. Face." he growls, pushing up your skirt and pulling the fabric of your panties as he spits onto pussy, roughly shoving his fingers inside of your tight hole.

Your moans are loud, echoing through the empty walls. Your hands grip the edge of the altar as his fingers curl against the plush spot inside of you.

Just as you feel yourself getting to the edge, he fully pulls away.

"i want you to beg like the little whore you are." his voice is deep. Threatening even.

"Please kai... I need you so bad" you whine, desperate to feel his hard cock inside of you.

"thats not my name, doll"

"master! Please master!"

"thats my good whore." he huffs, dropping his trousers and jeans in one swift movement, his erection standing tall and proud as he lines himself up with you.

Without any warning, he harshly pushes his cock inside. His hips thrust at a fast pace, showing no sign of stopping or slowing.

"i bet you like this? Dont you? Fuckin' whore. Worship me! Fucking worship me!!" he yells, landing a slap across your face that leaves a harsh red mark.

"oh my great supreme..!oh my god!" you cry out as his thrusts hit your g-spot, sending you over the edge extremely quickly.

"well that was pathetic.. You usually last longer that that" he huffs, pulling out and forcing you to your knees again.

He grabs a tight grip of your scalp, shoving his still hard cock into your mouth. You gag slightly, tears brimming your eyes as he begins to fuck your face, tasting yourself on his dick.

The only noises that echo are you gags and chokes but kai pays no mind to them, his thrusting harsher and his grip tighter.

"i bet you like being used like this dont you? All used up for my own entertainment like a good slut." his grunts get louder, his cock twitching down your throat.

You almost choke on the thick ropes of his seed he lets down your throat.

"get up. Were going back to that shit hole." he huffs, pulling his boxers and trousers back up as he begins to leave. The blood on his shin dried up now despite staining his sock

A/n : this took ages to write omg. I kept loosing motivation but i made it all the way through!

Thank you so much for reading! <3