#im trying to start sending them more so. i wanna see who is down to receive the nonsense

[etherealspacejelly]

reblog this if you like getting silly asks

[d3stinyist1red]

GIRLIE, YANDERE OLDER MAFIA BOSS!!(TAKE YOUR TIME IF YOU HAVE OTHER REQUESTSSSS!!💗)

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʙᴏss x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yan mafia boss who you work under, with him being your boss and your his right hand woman

yan mafia boss who treats you like you own him, following with whatever you say

yan mafia boss who doesnt like any medics touching him, wanting you to be one treating him

The medic was standing in front of him, clearly fearful for her life bc the man in front of her could kill her if she did the slight mistake. She tried to pat and help the wounds of the Mafia boss who smacked her hand away and huffed.

"Bring me my n/n, now." He said glaring at her as she quickly nodded, basically running to you. She told you about how he refused to let her help and touch him as you sighed. You rubbed your temple before nodding and smiling at her.

"Don't worry, Ill deal with him." You said politely, nodding at her before walking past her, going to the room where he was at. You opened the door and you saw the way his eyes lit up, and a grin landed on his usually nonchalant face. "Love!" He said, as you walked up to him.

"Why are always acting so stubborn to the medics? You know that they're there to help you, idiot." You said clearly irritated, making him pout and tilt his head. "But, I want you to help me!!...and have your hands all over my body..." He whined, grabbing your hand and resting it on his cheek, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes.

yan mafia boss who has to always be in constant contact with you

ʏ/ɴsᴅ𝟷ᴅɪᴄᴋʀɪᴅᴇʀ!

n/nnn

where are uuuuu

n/nnnnn

n/nnnn

...?

...

...

no reply?

Have other hoes?

YOU DO DONT YOU?!!!?!?!!?

i hate u.

You getting blocked.

dont talk to me. I know you hate me.

Okay, im going to kill my self.

...?

....

...

This is (yans name, yall could make sum up) cat, he just shot himself

do you love him

...

...?

baby you know that was all a prank

i love u

pls let me eat ur ass

i wanna slurp ur kitty so good that the only thing i could taste is u mami

(seen 1 min ago)

ʏ/ɴsᴅ𝟷ᴅɪᴄᴋʀɪᴅᴇʀ!

ur rlly gonna leave me on seen?

ur lucky i dont come and cream all over ur face rn

pls touch me

yan mafia boss who has his bodyguards protect you no matter where you go

"Okat sigma 1, hawk tuah, ohio go protect n/n, you better fucking protect her with your life, ya hear?!" He said to his bodygaurds aggressively, scowling them down as they shook in fear,....i think one of them peed their pants...erm!

yan mafia boss who is madly jealous, putting a bullet into anyone's head he sees as threat for your love.

yan mafia boss who when you arent around, he struggles to sleep. He tosses and turns, his mind racing with scenarios about what they might be doing or who they’re with. "is she with that ugly bitch from work again?! Is she with one of my bodyguards?! Is she cheating on me?!" He hiccuped through his sobs, biting on his nails, hair all messy from tossing and turning throughout his sleep

He often wakes up in a cold sweat, feeling empty without them next to him. If you spends the night somewhere else, he'll start spamming you on everything even roblox.. If you dont answer within 5 mins, he immediately sends his men to try to find you, and paces around his house, restless waiting for your reply. bruh u were js buying sum takis...

yan mafia boss who is your boss who favors you a little too much!!! <333

IM PROB GONNA UPDATE SOME MORE ON TUMBLR BUT IM STILL ON BREAK ON WATTPAD CUZ I LOST MY GOD DAMN PHONEEE

SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT I DIDNT RLLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR MAFIA BOSS YAN

[itsnevercasual]

Infinity

pairing: college au!harry x reader

summary: The guy next door likes to blast music. You maybe-sorta-kinda really like him.

warnings: cussing, not edited, im not in college idk how it works…

—

You didn’t want to be annoying. Truly, you didn’t. But you and your roommate, Daisy, were asleep.

Or…

Trying to be.

It was difficult with the blasting music next door.

And honestly, you had tried to avoid it. Had let them play their loud music for months now. Sent Daisy over to tell them to shut up so you didn’t have to (because despite her name, she was terrifying when she got mad).

But.. really?

It had to be, like… three in the morning. They’d been blasting it since nine pm, and you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

So, clad in your bunny slippers, pajama pants you stole from someone (don’t ask who, you don’t remember) and a Fleetwood Mac shirt four sizes too big (because that was all they had at the thrift store), hair pulled back into a very messy braid, and glasses you rarely wore because you liked yourself better with contacts (mainly because you were so blind your glasses made your eyes look bigger), you stomped on over.

You pounded on the door (not really.. your knock barely made a sound), and miraculously, they heard you and opened the door.

A boy opened it.

No. Not a boy.

A cute boy. A very, very cute boy.

You blinked in surprise. You had expected girls… were boys even allowed on the same floor as girls?

“Ehm.. can I help you?” he asked after you were silent for a little too long.

“Oh. Right. Uh.. would you mind turning the music off? I have a final tomorrow, and.. I’m next door, so.. I can kinda hear it. On full blast. Um.. you don’t have to turn it off.. just.. down..”

He sighed, turning into the dorm to shout, “I told you to turn it down, Lou!” he turns back to you. “Yeah. Sorry. My mate’s practically deaf, I’m pretty sure. Doesn’t realize how loud he is… you say you’re next door?”

You nod.

“You got the alarmingly scary roommate named after a flower?”

Another nod. Why was he making small talk? You wanted to sleep.

“Ah. Glad y’didn’t send her over.”

He eyes you up and down, giving that sentence another meaning you didn’t really like.

"Right. Well.. just.. turn it down, please," you give an awkward smile and nod.

When you turn to walk away, he stops you, "’ey-- little rude to not give me y'name, isn't it?"

"Oh. Uh.. I’m Y/N."

He grins, "Well, hello, Y/N. I’m Harry."

You nod, pursing your lips as you pull on a strand of your hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and you contemplate just throwing yourself off a bridge, honestly.

"I'll see you around, Y/N."

With that, you scurry off to your room. Despite being uncomfortable in the moment, it wasn't because of him. You just were horrid at talking to boys.

-

A few weeks passed, and you accepted the fact that maybe you wouldn't see your neighbor as much as you hoped you would.

And really, you weren’t surprised. You’d never seen him before, why would that change? It made perfect sense that he remained as elusive as he had apparently always been.

Well, that is, until you were dragged to a party you really didn’t wanna go to in clothes you really weren’t all that comfortable wearing at your house— let alone at some douchey frat party.

The first hour was fine because it was early, so only a handful of people were drunk.

The second hour was less enjoyable, the longer the party went on, the more people drank.

In the third hour, your friends shoved a drink in your hand, and once you finished it, they sucked you into taking far too many shots.

The fourth hour was when you started to get antsy. You were pushing over the edge of just being a little too tipsy, and it was hot and sticky and crowded and had it always been so hard to breathe?

You shoved your way out of the crowd and onto the empty (or so you thought) patio, and exhaled. It was less of a patio and more of a balcony, since it was the second floor— but it was huge. 20 people could comfortably stand on it and not be crowded.

Your heels clack on the concrete as you walk to the edge of the patio, leaning on the railing as you take deep breaths.

“That bad in there?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the familiar british voice. You spin around with wide eyes and a hand over your heart, “Jesus Christ! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry!” he raises his hands in defense. “I thought you saw me!”

“Clearly not!” you pause and take a deep breath, “Sorry— I’m kinda drunk and I hate being drunk. I’m paranoid enough when I’m sober, so when I can’t even walk straight I’m extra jumpy and anxious. And I honestly didn’t even wanna come out tonight, my friends just dragged me along and put me in some ‘going out clothes’ that I don’t think I even have the confidence to wear alone in my dorm! And—“

You pause at his grinning face.

“I’m rambling, aren’t I? Sorry, I get nervous when I’m drunk. Did I already say that? I think I did. Anyway, I talk a lot when i’m nervous, and I don’t really know how to talk to guys in the first place. If I get too annoying just tell me to shut up and I will. I don’t even realize I’m doing it half the— I’m still going. Sorry.”

“No harm done. I quite like your nervous rambling.”

Your cheeks heat up.

“So what made you run for the hills to come out here?” he asks, standing up from the chair he was sitting on.

“I’m not really a party girl.”

“Yeah, I could’ve guessed that.”

You frown, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Not in a bad way!” he rushes out. “But you just.. are a jumpy person, like you said. Like a bunny. I’d be surprised if you went to parties every weekend on your own free will.”

And really— you have to laugh, because he’s right. “Yeah. I’m definitely not a party girl. And I am not the girl who wears this stuff. Not that it’s bad! But.. I’m just not.. comfortable in this,” you shrug, pulling at the short skirt.

The outfit your friends had picked out consisted of a white, very mini mini-skirt, a white cropped tank top, and some black heels. If the skirt was just a little longer, perhaps a little looser, you’d be fine. If you could at least cover up your belly button— you’d always hated it for no real reason except for the fact that, as embarrassing as it sounds, belly buttons freaked you out.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you look great,” he smiles.

You probably look like a tomato’s long lost sibling by now.

“Thank you.”

“But.. I also think you look great in pyjamas and bunny slippers and glasses and that little pout telling me my music’s too loud.”

“Hey!” You cross your arms.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughs as you try to smack his arm. “So, if you don’t like parties, why’re you here?”

“My friends wanted to go out,” you shrug. “I was done the second we got here.”

He pauses, as if mulling over a thought in his brain and you desperately want to know what, before he speaks, “D’you wanna go home, then?”

You blink at him, “What? I— I mean, yeah. I do, but I’m kinda drunk and all my friends are plastered—“

“I’ll drive you,” he cuts you off before you talk yourself up a wall. “Live next door t’ya anyway.”

“Really? I— are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “Wouldn’t have offered if I was. Let’s get y’out of here.”

-

The trip to the car took far longer than necessary, mainly because you ran into your friends doing shots and got sucked into one more round, which turned into ten more rounds.

By the time you were done, Harry was half carrying you out. He’d long since looped your arm around his shoulders, and his own arm around your waist as you stumbled towards the car.

“Alright,” he sighed once the two of you finally reached the car. “In you get, love.”

You can’t even stop yourself from grinning ridiculously as he helps you get in the passenger seat and buckle.

He shuts your door and slides into the driver’s seat. You stare at him. He smiles, but doesn’t call you out.

He turns on the radio, and you gasp. “I love this song!”

“Do you, now?” he laughs, and it’s almost teasing. Or, perhaps, it is, and your brain is too fogged up to comprehend that.

“Yes!” you exclaim, turning up the volume as Cruel Summer blasts through his car.

“I’m drunk in the back of the car! And I cried like a baby comin’ home from the bar! Oh, oh!” you sing, extremely off key.

“Quite the singer,” he comments.

“Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true! I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you! And I snuck in through the garden gate—“

-

“You’re pretty,” you comment as Harry helps you up the stairs.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You have nice eyes. And hair. Your hair’s really soft.”

“Don’t think you’ve ever touched my hair, so I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion, babe.”

You grin. Babe. “It looks soft. Duh.”

“Oh, of course. Duh.”

You think he’s teasing you, but you don’t care to tease back or get offended.

“Alright. Where’re your keys?”

“My keys! They’re… with Daisy.”

“No spares?”

“No,” you pout. “Do I have to sleep in the hallway?”

“No, ‘course not,” he shakes his head, pausing. “Ehm.. new plan. Gonna set you up in my bed, yeah? That okay?”

You nod with a hum.

He moves you one door over and fumbles with the key before finally pushing the door open.

“Bed’s right here, love. In you get, c’mon.”

He helps you sit down on the bed, and you rest your head against the wall.

“Hey, hey— don’t sleep yet.”

“Why?” you whine.

“Gotta get you comfy,” he explains, tugging your shoes off. He quickly goes to the dresser before pulling out pants and a shirt.

“You need help changing?”

You frown and nod.

“Alright. I won’t look, love. Promise.”

True to his word, Harry turns you around so your back is to him as he helps you get out of the tank top. He quickly slips the t-shirt over it.

He lays you down on the bed and slaps a hand over his eyes as he pulls your skirt down and helps you into the pants.

“Alright.. better, yeah?”

You nod, lying on the pillow. He helps you under the covers that smell like him and gives you an extra blanket.

“M’kay. Gonna sleep on the top bunk, yeah? Just say my name if y’need me.”

“Thank you,” you mumble.

“‘Course.”

He moves to walk away, but— “Wait, Harry—“

He turns back to you, “What’s wrong?”

You lift a hand up and run it through his hair. “I was right. It’s soft.”

He laughs.

“Go to bed, babe.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

He knew you’d probably be embarrassed in the morning, but he wouldn’t tell you that he enjoyed how touchy you got when drunk.

You didn’t plan on telling him that you’d slightly sobered up on the drive home and just played the drunk bit up as an excuse.

And your keys were in your purse.

-

a/n: YAYYYY COLLEGE AU HARRY!!!

[emyyxy]

..murderous side?

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧

billy and stu’s reactions to finding out reader is actually a murder like them!

mentions of knives/knifeplay, mild smut headcanons

billy 🔪

you actually came to billy and stu first about wanting to join them in their murderous ways. “what the hell?! no. absolutely not.” billy shut it down real quick because he didn’t want that life for you.

with endless amounts of begging, billy gave in. you joined on a fairly easy plan and got the job done more efficiently than they would’ve. seeing you in that ghostface costume turned him on BAAAADDDD

your knife work and technique turned billy on-now he won’t admit that to anybody but stu and even then he was skeptical of telling him. the way you would fiddle with the knife in between your fingers-like gyatttt!

he asked an insane amount of questions, mostly because he never wanted you to go down that path. “why did you wanna start this?!”“who showed you those knife techniques?” “can you show me a knife trick or two?” his questions would slowly form to fan girling but he’ll always deny deny deny.

billy would start to feel a little competitive..even though it was never a competition, he’d make it one. “sooo how many have you taken out? i bet i have much more..not to brag..but to brag yeah im sure i have a lot more.”

he would randomly try your abilities to defend yourself. just laying on the couch watching a movie? he’d fake come at you, try to jab you in your stomach or your side to test how quick your reflexes are. “oh i could’ve just totally killed you now.” “gotta work on your reflexes y/n!!!”

wants you to wear the ghostface costume when he fucks you

stu 🔪

stu was ecstatic that you wanted to join him and billy in their murders! he thought it would be fun bonding time! “oh cmon, bill! it could be fun! please please pleasseeeeee”

your knife techniques made him realize he has a knife kink…like real bad. after watching you just toy with your knife, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom and tug one out

also wants you to wear the ghostface costume when he fucks you

stu would be such a supportive fangirl and actually show his fangirlyness unlike billy. “i know you can take them down! i believe in you, y/n! here- i’ll even help you, i’ll hold them down!”

the first time the both of you killed together, his adrenaline rush was so high, he almost fainted. watching you get splattered in your victim’s blood, all over your face and your hair..the way you licked your blood-stained lips. the insane smile, holding the knife above your head before the last stab…it was way too much for him. his eyes were filled with big red hearts.

after your first official kill, he got you your own personalized knife, your name carved into the handle of it. he carved it himself

he offered to help train you, to help you get used to the costume and go through fake scenarios to survive. he ended up tackling you down, pinning you and having a steamy makeout session in his garage. the only thing you still had on was the mask.

seeing you take some of his gestures while murdering seriously makes him rock hard. the way you hold up the knife above your head with two hands has him growing a boner with another boner! the way as you manically laugh and smile while brutally stabbing sends him to another planet. of course after the job is done, you both use that adrenaline to good use 😉😉

[parkerdoeswriting]

Late Night Talking

(Dad!Spencer x GN!Babysitter!Reader)

category: fluff oneshot

summary: spencer’s daughter wonders about his and reader’s relationship

warnings: pure cringey fluff

word count: 2k

A/N: HHHH might not do a part two for this it’s lowkey embarrassing……… ALSO DONT ASK WHY I KEEP POSTING CHILDREN AND PREGNANCY FANFICS IM FERAL RN

Spencer had been gone on a case for around two days now, his unit being called out to consult on a case somewhere in Tennessee. So now you were staying at his house for the meantime, babysitting his four year old Alice, who you had been a nanny for since she was around nine months old. She and Spencer were practically your family, even though you’d never say it out loud to anyone.

“I wanna watch Frozen!!” Alice pouts, holding the dvd case out for you.

“Munchkin.. it’s almost bedtime” you laugh, crouching down to match her height.

“Pleaseeeee?” she says, giving you the most adorable puppy dog eye look.

You recheck the time, mentally making calculations on how long the movie will take, since you wanted her to keep with her bedtime schedule. 

“Didn’t you watch it two days ago?” you question the four-year-old, raising your eyebrow at her. 

“It’s my favourite movie!” she exclaims, holding out the dvd case more, begging you to take it.

“Okay, but it’s our secret okay?” you shake your head, taking the dvd and standing up.

“Yay!” she jumps up and down, hugging your leg.

“Come on, let's get your jammies on first” you pick her up, carrying her to her room.

You spend a couple minutes changing her into her pajamas, which coincidentally were Frozen themed. You swiftly brushed her long brown hair, styling them into two French braids. You move her to the bathroom, helping her brush her teeth.

“Thank you” she smiles, making an ‘uppie’ motion at you.

“Course hun” you pick her up, giving her forehead a quick peck. 

You head back downstairs and place her on the polyester couch, wrapping her in a fluffy blanket. You smile at the scene before heading to the player, slipping in the dvd. You sit back down next to her, in which Alice responds by resting her head on your lap. You gently trace circles into the back of her head with your finger, emitting a yawn from her. 

Hans and Anna’s song starts playing in the background, causing you to hum along to the beat, which you knew by heart. Alice giggles faintly, her eyes still peeled to the television. 

“Love is an open dooooooooor!” you sing along, pretending to hold a microphone.

“You’re so silly!” she squeals, laughing and squirming around.

You chuckle, pinching her cheek, causing her to giggle more. The song ends, and you see as she sits up to look at you. 

“What’s wrong baby?” you ask her, rubbing her back.

“Are you married?” she asks, sitting in a criss-crossed position.

You laugh softly, shaking your head.

“Why do you ask, Ali?” you tilt your head.

“Do you want to be married?” she scooches closer to rest her head against your arm.

“One day, maybe, if I meet the right person” you smile, holding the back of her head.

“Oh..” she yawns, clinging to your arm.

You move her to your lap, readjusting your body so you're lying on the couch and she's resting on you, trying to get her to sleep.

“Is daddy the right person?” she asks, the sleepiness evident in her voice.

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, your face red with embarrassment. 

“W-Why do you ask?” you play with her fingers, looking at how tiny they were compared to yours.

“Cause..” she mumbles quietly, a little shy to answer, “I want daddy to be happy, and he’s always happy when you're here”. 

The sentence sends a shockwave through your heart, causing your body to heat up.

“He is?” you ask, smiling. 

She smiles sleepily, nodding matter of factly before cuddling back into your chest. The movie plays in the background, but you don't pay attention, your head rushing with thoughts. You can hear faint snores mixing with the dialogues. You snap out of it, picking up the blanket and placing it over you both.

You check your phone for any new messages from Spencer, as he hasn’t called for his nightly phone call with Alice. You sigh as your notifications turn up empty, placing your phone back on the end table. You decide to get some hours of shut eye, having been exhausted from a day of entertaining an energetic kid. You shut off the tv, falling asleep moments later.

The next thing you know, you hear keys in the lock jingling, the door opening quietly. You hear footsteps stepping in and a bag dropping to the floor, you drowsily look over the couch, trying to see who it was.

Spencer walks into the living room, seeing your drowsy face and smiling. You put your finger to your lips, indicating for him to be silent, pointing it back down to where the sleeping Alice lays. He peers around the couch, laughing silently at the sight. You get up, gently picking her up, making sure she remains asleep as you bring her up the stairs to her room. You set her down, letting Spencer tuck her in. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She stirs slightly, a small smile creeping onto her face.

He looks back to you as you both leave her bedroom, and you notice the dark bags under his eyes. You smile softly, reaching out for him, giving him a small hug.

“You okay?” you whisper in his ear, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Rough case” he sighs, pulling away moments later.

“Wanna talk about it?” you head back down the stairs, getting ready to pack up your overnight bags so you can head to your apartment.

“I’m good, thanks” he follows closely behind you.

“Well then.. I should get going, if I wanna make the next subway” I smile sleepily at him, throwing various things back into my bag, making sure I have everything.

“You should really stay over.. it’s not safe for you to be out at this time” he speaks up, reaching for your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t want to impose..” you reply, your body heating up as you feel his touch.

“Please.. stay?” he says, his voice soft.

His words cause your heart to flutter, causing you to remember words his daughter said to you just hours earlier.

“He’s always happy when you're here”.

“Course” you smile once again at him, causing his face to blush a light pink.

He gives you a double handed thumbs up, before heading to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water and a quick snack. You trail after him, watching his movements.

“I can heat up some leftovers for you.. if you want?” you offer, leaning against the smooth countertop.

“It’s alright, I’m not that hungry” he shakes his head, snacking on some mixed fruit.

“Are you sure, when's the last time you haven't eaten something that came out of a vending machine?” you tease him.

He chuckles, looking at you.

“I’m fine, really, thanks for worrying” he leans his lanky body against the counter, next to you.

You both stand in relative silence for a while, watching as his hands dip back into the bowl of fruits. 

“Alice asked me a funny question tonight” you laugh quietly.

“Oh?” he nudges you with his elbow, beckoning you to say more.

“Yeah, she asked if you were the person I wanted to marry..” you rub your neck. 

He chokes on the berry in his mouth, coughing loudly, he tries to cover his mouth so Alice can't hear.

“She what?!” he stumbles over his words, his face red like the berries he was eating.

“She also said you are always happy when I’m around” I tease him, poking his chest.

He groans, holding his head in his hands.

“I can’t believe I’m raising my own little profiler” he laughs, rubbing his forehead. 

As if on cue, a small “Daddy?” can be heard from the top of the stairs, alongside the sound of mini footsteps stomping down them.

“Baby.. hi” Spencer swiftly moves to her, swooping her into his arms.

“You’re home!” she exclaims, still sleepy.

“I am, were you good while I was away?” he looks at her, his eyebrow raised.

“Yuh huh!” she nods, her face tucking into his neck.

“Good, good” he rubs her back, looking over to you once again.

You smile at the scene, imagining what life would be like if you were actually their family. You approach them, giving her head a soft caress.

“Look at my braids!” she claps her hands together excitedly, showing them off proudly.

“They look gorgeous” he kisses the top of her head, lingering there for a second. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Alice pouts at Spencer, her small fingers in his wild hair.

He bites his tongue, knowing it’s impossible to say no to a request like this. You know he’ll most likely say yes, as she wasn’t the only one missing the other. 

“Just for tonight, alright?” he says, making her squeal in excitement.

“Are you staying for a sleepover?” she redirects her attention to you, smiling.

I nod as well, my mouth curling into a smile.

“Yay!!” she starts to celebrate, but gets cut off by a long yawn.

You all head back up the stairs, grabbing your overnight bag as you pass it. Alice watches you from behind Spencer, her eyes fighting to stay open. You wave her goodnight as you turn to open the guest room door, but you are swiftly met with objections. 

“No.. sleep with me and daddy!” she frowns, reaching her hands out for you. 

“Sweetie..” Spencer says, his voice filled with sternness.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t feel comfortable with that, sorry baby” I lean your lips near her forehead, giving her a kiss. 

“I’m.. I’m fine with it, if you are…” he mumbles quietly. 

“Come on!!” she attempts to grab you.

“I will, just let me change first, okay?” you chuckle, heading back inside the guest bedroom. 

You change into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, brushing your hair and looking at yourself in the mirror. You make sure you look decent before heading to Spencer’s room, seeing Alice jumping around on his bed. 

“Hey monkeys” you giggle, making your way to the mattress. 

She happily jumps close to you, practically pulling you onto the bed. You sit down, crossing your legs together. 

“Okay Alice, it’s bedtime now, alright?” Spencer says, yawning as he rests his head on his pillow.

“Okayyy” she huffs, laying down beside him.

You rest on the edge of the right side, trying to put as much distance between you and Spencer as possible. Alice reaches for you, trying to pull you closer to her. You begrudgingly obey, rolling next to her. Spencer’s eyes watch you, a faint grin on his face. Alice attaches herself to you, cuddling into your chest. Your hand rests against her back, letting her face hide in your collarbone.

Spencer scooches closer, his hand resting on his daughter’s shoulder as she snoozes off. Your breathing hitches, your face flushing for the fifth time today. 

“I’m sorry if you feel pressured to do this, you can leave now if you really want to” he whispers, his eyes moving to his daughter's sleeping body.

“It’s fine” you remove your hand from her back, rubbing the back of your neck before returning it back to its position. 

He swallows nervously, moving his hand on top of yours. A grin creeps onto your face, moving your and his hand’s so they interlocked. His thumb caresses yours, sending little shivers into your body.

He moves closer to you, sandwiching Alice in the middle of you both. Her face was still pressed into you, her little hand clutching at the fabric of your tank top. His jaw rested above her head, trying desperately to touch foreheads with you, in which he succeeded. 

You could get used to this.. 

[skxllz]

Hi! IDK IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS BUT IM GONNA SEND ONE ANYWAY AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU ARENT TAKING REQUESTS

Can you do Lucifer, Alastor and whoever else you wanna add with a reader who just swallows/eats anything/weird things?

A piece of tissue? Sure! Plastic? Yippee! A pebble? Why not! Keys? Yummy! A rubber duck? Quack quack! A piece of Alastors cane? Don’t kill me!!

I'm not currently taking requests but I'll do this for you hon <3 I apologize if it doesn't live up to your expectations!

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝐯𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐭...

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

🐤 - 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛

➳ when you two first started dating - scratch that, first started talking, he picked up on the fact that you had random quirks. bored? you'd make random noises. sometimes, you'd lay on the floor just to lay there. for no reason, you'd hang upside down on the couches in the foyer. —he once questioned you and you said, I quote, “ I want to feel the blood rush to my head, it's fun. ”— to say the least, you puzzled him, but he brushed it off because who wasn't an oddball in hell?

➳ now, when you actually started dating and you got more comfortable is when he noticed some of his rubber ducks missing - and not just the ducks, but rather some of the things he used on them as well. glue, for example.

➳ “ hey, um, sweetie? ” he approached you one day, quite confused from where his things were suddenly disappearing to. you hummed in reply, looking up from your phone. lucifer blinked at you slowly, trying to come up with a way to word his sentence without seeming like he was accusing you of anything. “ have you seen my glue? the kind I use for- ” — “ no. ” you had answered too quickly for his liking.

➳ as the days carried on, more of his shit would vanish. it got to the point where it'd frustrate him. it wasn't until one day, where his latest creation knocked off of his desk and rolled under it, did he find one of the ducks he had been looking for. except... it had a bite mark taken out of it...

➳ lucifer was dubbed shocked. his eyes widened, lips pulled down in a duck-lipped press. what in the seven rings of hell? he's never seen anything like this, and he doesn't own a hell hound, so who-

➳ and then his mind drifted to you.

➳ he recalled your weird behaviour; the way you were sweating nervously and avoiding eye contact. he should've known you had something to do with it.

➳ but to eat his rubber ducks? he's going to have a serious talk with you about your diet.

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📻 - 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

➳ this radio demon didn't really show interest in you at first. you seemed innocent - too innocent, but still innocent, and that just didn't catch his attention in the slightest. if anything, you seemed bothersome.

➳ I'd like to think he first took interest in you when vaggie found a corner of the end of her spear broken off. no one dared touched it before, and you were new to the hotel - it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. but I guess, in a sense, no one else suspected you since you never bothered anything else.

➳ one night, when almost everyone was asleep, you snuck off to the kitchen to find something to eat. you were starving since you hadn't had dinner and couldn't really bother to just fall asleep on an empty stomach. a certain radio demon had followed you, startling you out of your wits as you turned around only to spot him there. “ funny to see you awake, dear! ”

➳ you explained to him, nervously, that you couldn't sleep. he hummed, pretending to show he was listening, before skipping right to the point of why exactly he was there. “ I couldn't help but realize that, earlier today when our dearest vaggie was rather upset, you hadn't moved an inch from your spot on the sofa. in fact, you seemed almost... ” he paused, pretending to ponder, his smile widening. “ guilty. care to explain the reasoning for that, hm? ”

➳ at that point, you were avoiding eye contact. hands twined behind your back, thumbs twiddling out of anxiousness, you searched for an excuse through your jumbled brain, attempting to think of absolutely anything just to slip away from alastor. but knowing him, he'd probably see right through the charade - he's been around way longer than you, and is a mastermind at getting into people's heads. no doubt he'd figure out you fibbed. — “ I just felt guilty that I couldn't help at all. vaggie is a close friend, I hate to see her upset. ”

➳ instead of buying the lie, like you had predicted, the bob-wearing demon leaned down and gave you a close-lipped grin; half lidded eyes flashing dangerously beneath the light that gleamed from atop the stove. “ or is it because, perhaps, you had something to do with it? ”

➳ that's when you blurted out. “ I ate it. ” and, much too afraid to gouge alastor's reaction, you turned and took off running out of the kitchen.

➳ if you would've stayed, however, you would've seen the way alastor's eyes momentarily widened. he was.. shocked, to say the least. he didn't think he had heard you right at first, but he knew for certain his ears didn't deceive him.

➳ with his narrowed eyes now staring after your figure, he straightened his posture, folding his hands behind his back and humming to himself. “ interesting creature, they are... ”

➳ you have now caught his attention. expect more interactions with the infamous deer!

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📺 - 𝚟𝚘𝚡

➳ picture this; you're one of velvette's models. you're dating vox, her business partner. they're both aware of how weird you can be, and yet, they both seem to favorite you - hell, even val (but let's face it, he just wants you for your body, which isn't going to happen).

➳ you're in the middle of getting your hair prepped and straightened when you had the sudden urge to just chew. it always came on randomly, but most of the time when you were bored. sitting in a chair, with sprits blasting into your face and hair utensils tugging in your hair, and hell forbid you weren't allowed to move- it was not exactly fun. so you started to eye the new collection of makeup sponges that were just set upon your personal vanity.

➳ they looked squishy, flimsy, chewable... oh so tempting. so while rachelle, your hairstylist, was busy talking her head off, too busy to notice you stretching your arm forward, you snatched one up.

➳ velvette came strutting down the midst of the aisle with a firm hand on her hip and a ripple in the center of her brow, shouting at many of the other stylists on what to do, what not to do - what looked better on her models, what looked cheap. she could not afford to have her best women looking as if they escaped the hands of a hellhound, it just wouldn't do. but that's when she turned, pointing a demanding finger at rachelle to amp up the heat on your straightener because the ends of your hair were curling up. that's also when she noticed you not only chewing on the newly bought sponge, but eating it.

➳ “ oh for fuck sake! ” the dark-skinned demon spewed, catching your attention and making you freeze. velvette reached an arm forward, only to wrap her digits around what was left of the sponge and rip it from your grasp. your chair turned on cue, showing you sheepishly smiling at the fuming female. “ I told you not to stuff your damn mouth full of random shit! especially my new makeup equipment — ” she turned away, stomping her healed foot to the ground. “ fuck! ”

➳ it wasn't long before vox had arrived before the demoness due to her calling him and shouting profanities over the phone. you were left to sit in the chair, huffing nonsense under your breath, while rachelle finished with your hair in silence.

➳ when the overlord made his presence known, rachelle excused herself — and thankfully she had finished your hair. “ y/n, dear.. ” vox smoothly spoke, for once not sounding like an overly cocky twat. it's usually only in the presence of others, but given that not many people were around, he dialed a softer tone with you.

➳ “ I didn't do anything, ” you rolled your eyes, looking away with a puffed out frown. yes, you were spoiled, but who wouldn't be, dating the owner and inventor of voxtech?

➳ vox sharply looked down at you, eyeing you with a sense of irritance —for angering velvette— but fondness —because you're his—. “ don't be like that. how many times have we talked about eating random things, hm? ”

➳ “ ... about- fifty nine? I lost count. ”

➳ “ around there. ” the tv demon moved, placing his hands on the back of the swivel chair you sat upon, while now holding eye contact with you through the mirror to your vanity. “ and what have we talked about, sweetheart? ”

➳ you were silent at first. staring him down, eyes hooded and ghosted over with annoyance. it was irritating how he was speaking to you like a child. “ well? ” vox impatiently, patiently, questioned; his claws dragging along the back of the chair, only to glide over your nape. closing your eyes out of bliss from the movement, you sighed. “ don't eat random things because they're bad for me... ”

➳ “ exactly. ” vox mischievously smiled down to you, squeezing the back of your neck gently. “ now, don't you think you owe velvette an apology? ”

➳ as you nod your head, vox releases his grip on you, letting your hair fall back down against your skin. “ good. come now, we have to get that out of the way; I have things to discuss with you. ”

➳ your discussion ended pretty well :).

[bussyyeukie]

Neon Lights and Blood Fights drabble

Fighter!simon x reader: his first time seeing you, and the first time he’s ever truly wanted something for himself.

Simon stood with his arms crossed, black jacket pulling at his muscles on his shoulders. Brows pinched together tightly, his lips downturned–although you couldn't see that part past the black baklava he was wearing, skull painted on the bottom half of it, hood pulled up over his head. Eyes blacked out by the dark smudging around them. Blending into the scene like a ghost despite his size.

Eyes scanning out over the crowd, air murky with smoke and the neon lights in the basement.

He couldn't seem to get away from the scent of mildew that filled the air. Groaning to himself about how he wanted to take his 5th smoke break of the hour just to get out of the thick air and men shouting.

A fight was going on in the makeshift ring in the middle of it all, Gaz repeatedly slamming his fist into some poor bloke's face till it was nearly mush. The crowd ate it up. Simon rolled his eyes as he swept his gaze around again. Everyone was behaving–or behaving for the event, no other fights breaking out, no one causing unnecessary problems.

His boots thudded against the ground as he walked over to the makeshift bar, looked pretty legit for being set up that afternoon, but Price knew good people for it.

It was packed with drunk men, shouting and spewing nonsense.

His eyes landed on a familiar face, who was practically slumped over the bar with a drink in hand, squinting at his phone that was turned up too bright. The blond man shoving his way through the crowd, and damn near slamming his arm down next to the man, leaning towards him.

“Yeah I mean,” the man hiccuped a bit, rubbing his mouth, trying to show the bartender something on his phone, “She’s so hot ya know, but god just a bitch–like she just wants me ta-to be there allll the tiimmmee. Then when I actually wanna see her she’s all like, ‘bleh i’m so busy with work,’ and ‘wah wah i’m too tired tonight’.”

The bartender rolled his eyes as he mixed the drink, looking at the man with an annoyed gaze.

“It’s so annoying, she was cool at the beginning but ugh, she’s like…she’s so hot and good in bed but jesus it’s like, like she, like I’m supposed to just go to her whenever, like, I need my time ya know, my man time and shit…”

The lumbering man felt his stomach churn with what he was hearing, growing even more irritated with the bastard than he was.

The man looked at his phone again, sighing, muttering to himself, “Wish she had bigger tits though…”

“Nice night, ey mate?” Simon’s voice was gruff as he spoke–the man jumping in his seat and whipping his head around.

“Christ–uh, Ghost–heyy man uh–”

The man's hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead, face flushed as he fumbled with his phone. Simon glanced at it, and felt his fist tighten up and his heartbeat speed up.

“Price’s been lookin' for ya, got some things to settle with ‘im.”

“Y-yeah,” the man looked to the bartender, who snorted out his nose and left the two alone, sending Simon a quick look, “I, I’ve got the money–almost um got the money like i’m so close to it–”

Simon cut him off by slapping his back roughly, jolting the man forward, digging his ribs into the bars corner.

“Oh I’m sure,” there was a beat of silence before he gestured to the phone on the bar, “That yer bird there?”

The man gulped and looked to his phone, as did Simon, a picture of you on the screen–it was a picture of you sitting with your knees to your chest, you were in a pair of black sports shorts that were just starting to ride up on your ass and a worn green t-shirt with some soda slogan on it. Your hair up messily and a fork resting between your lips. You were looking up at the camera through your brows a bit annoyed, a bowl of pasta sitting in front of you.

Simon felt his teeth grind together a bit, forcing himself to peel his eyes away from the phone to look at the much less pleasing sight of the drunk man who was sitting with his mouth open.

Simon agreed, you sure were something that was easy on the eyes. More than easy, he could look at you all day everyday if given the chance.

“Um…yeah?” the man sounded unsure of himself, slightly confused, “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Hm,” Simon hummed to himself, looking down at the picture again, “Pretty thing, ain't she?”

The man chuckled in a douche manner, “She’s pretty hot yeah, that’s why I’m dating her.”

There was a weird sense of boasting that rolled off the man's tone, eyeing Simon up and down.

“Wanna see more?”

Simon's gaze grew dark as he looked back to the drunk sitting there, who scrambled for his phone and started tapping at it, before holding it out to Simon–whose muscles tensed up and whose scowl deepened.

It was a picture of you on your hands and knees, chest nearly to the floor and your arm bent uncomfortably to reach under a shelf grabbing for something. Obviously unaware the picture was being taken.

“The fuck is that?” the titan of a man felt his voice drop lower, shoulders squaring out.

The drunk seemed to not catch the shift in atmosphere, “Got a great ass, don’t she?”

He looked back to his phone as Simon grabbed the man's wrist tightly, making him shout out a swear and look up with wide eyes.

“Hey what the hel–”

“Delete it.”

“Wh-what?”

“Delete. It.”

Simon’s tone was scary smooth, pulling the man's arms closer to him as he squeezed, leaning in closer.

“Uh–I…yeah I, ok I will…” Simon let go of the man and he stumbled back slightly, before shakily bringing his phone back to him, “Ya know she’s my girlfr–”

One look from the much bigger man caused him to shut up, snapping his attention back down to this phone.

“Ok, it’s gone…ass.”

Simon nodded, then reached around to grab the back on the man's collar. Pulling him up as Simon straightened up, arm solid with muscle as the scrawny man stumbled and reached around for him.

“Since ya ain't doin' nothin’, sure Price would like to 'av a word wi' ya…”

“I-I–”

Simon dragged him away, leading him out of the crowd stumbling and tripping over his feet with Simon’s wide steps. The blonds mind wandering back to the bird on the screen, his heart jumping again in his chest. For a moment he was taken out of the grimy place he was stuck in for the night, the air seemed easier to breathe and the nose not so grating on his ears…he had to see you again.

the lovely fighter si tag list:

@sophhieannee . @rafaelacallinybbay . @oceantornadoo  . @jamdoughnuts . @kupids-arrow . @msjaeger . @hidden-treasures21

[prettybrownelf]

i saw you were looking for requests a few months back and if you still are i love your bucky fics and just want anything else bucky x masc reader because i feel like hardly anyone writes them!! maybe otk spanking involved? 👀

Brat Taming

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM! Reader

Summary- You and Bucky have a small argument in the kitchen. he thinks you need a lesson

Word Count- 1178

Content Warnings- AFAB Genitalia, OTK Spanking, Degradation, Praise, Overstimulation, Aftercare

You wouldn't say your a brat. Brat is too strong of a word. Your just a bit head-strong and…stubborn.

Bucky would say otherwise. He’d say your a brat who likes to make him mad for your own enjoyment.

Thats how this argument in the kitchen started.

“I’m not a brat, Buck. You just dont like being told no.” You’d been cleaning the kitchen when Bucky decided to confront you about ‘how you’ve been acting’.

Bucky rolls his eyes as he stays leaning against the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you clean. “Its not that. You’ve been leaving me on read, giving me the cold shoulder, your being a brat and you know it.” Bucky’s gruff voice sends a tiny shiver up your spine as you keep your back to him. “Oh, so your mad cause your not my center of attention?” He rolls his eyes at you as he moves next to your side. “Thats not it and you know it. I dont need attention.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you casually walk your way to the couch, Bucky following close behind. “Sure you dont, Buck. Thats why you follow me around like a puppy.” You can feel Bucky’s glare on the back of your head as you sit on the couch. “Im not a puppy.” Bucky snarls.

You try to stifle your giggle as Bucky sits next to you, huffing and puffing. “Quit huffing.” You manage to get out. Bucky rolls his eyes as he looks over at the tv, his words a muttered breath. “I should teach you lesson.”

Your ears perk up.

“What was that, Buck?” Testing Bucky’s patience is a fun pass time, especially when hes like this. Bucky’s eyes immediately snap to your face, his voice hasn't lost its gruff as he speaks. “I said i should teach you a lesson.” A smirk crawls to your face as you playfully try to crawl into Bucky’s lap.

Before you can speak your words are cut off by Bucky’s strong arms pushing you down, your stomach lays over his legs, your knees digging into the couch cushion below you. Trying to push yourself up fails as Bucky pushes you back down, your arms laying next to your head. Bucky’s voice sends a wave of heat into your lower stomach as you feel his rough, calloused hand softly circle your back.

“If you wanna be a brat, i’ll treat you like a brat.” Shivers run over your body as Bucky ever so slowly slips your pants off. You try to move your head to see what hes doing, only to have Bucky roughly push your head back into the couch. “Stay still.” He growls.

The air is still for what feels like forever. Your about to say something when a stinging slap hits your ass. The breath in your lungs suddenly disappears as you try to take in the shock in your body.

Bucky, however, doesn’t give you much time to recover, as he bring his hand back down. A small whine comes out of your throat from the pain, though you cant deny the bit of pleasure beginning to rise more and more. “You wanna be a fucking brat?” Bucky’s rough voice tickles the skin of your ear as he whispers to you, bringing his hand back down. “Ill show you what happens to a fucking brat.” Your breathing gets faster as Bucky continues to spank you. Tiny tears form in your eyes as your grip on the couch tightens.

A small chuckle from Bucky sends an embarrassed heat to your face. “Aww, is my little brat okay?” Bucky asks, sarcasm dripping off every word as he slams his hand back down, harder this time. “Maybe i should be rougher so your learn your lesson.” He says, a small smirk on his face.

All you can do is whine out small pleas and moans, feeling your ass getting more and more red.

After a few moments, the air stills. The feeling of Bucky’s hand softly rubbing your bruised, red skin makes your relax a bit, enjoying the feeling of being touched like this.

Bucky’s soft movements continue as he leans back down to your ear. “Color, baby?” Your voice is a bit hoarse, but you manage to get out a small “Green.” Making Bucky smile.

You feel Bucky slowly move your legs so your in the doggy position. Bucky’s voice is still soft as he rubs your red skin. “You look so handsome like this, puppy.”

A small mewl falls from your tongue at the pet name as you hear Bucky pull the zipper of his jeans down. You cant help but arch your back, pressing your now red ass against Bucky’s hips. His chuckle can be heard from behind you as you feel him gently rub your stinging skin, massaging it gently as he slowly slides his tip against your dripping cunt.

You feel his hand move from your ass to your hip, gripping tightly as he suddenly thrusts into you. The moan that comes out of your mouth is loud, loud enough for bucky to slam your face into the couch. “Keep that pretty voice down, pup, or do you want the neighbors to know your a little slut?” All you can do is whine into the cushions as Bucky continues to move his hips. You feel him hit a specific spot inside you, making your legs ark slightly. His grip on your hip gets tighter as he somehow manages to speed up, making small tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.

The feeling of Bucky slamming against your body with his own is making your brain turn to mush as you feel yourself suddenly sum. Eyes rolled back, your legs shaking, Bucky doesn’t stop. Instead, he slams into you even harder bending over so he can prop himself up with one hand and reach his other hand under your trembles, moaning body.

One of Bucky’s rough fingers finds your clit, matching pace with his hips as he rubs circles around the sensitive bud. Bucky’s voice whispering in your ear isn't helping your oncoming second orgasm at either. As you grip the cushions and moan loudly under him, his breath tickles your ear.

“You look so good like this, puppy. Trembling like a little bitch under me.” Bucky’s pace begins to slow to a deep, rhythmic thrust. Your breathing is finally able to return to somewhat normal as Bucky continues to whisper in your ear, his finger continuing to circle around your clit.

He leaves small pecks on your neck as his voice continues to whisper small praises in your ear. your legs tremble beneath you as your eyes slowly roll back again. Bucky’s motions dont stop as he helps you through your orgasm. His low voice makes your face hot. “Such a good boy.” Bucky gives a small smile as he kisses your forehead tenderly. His strong arms wrap around your body as he moves you to lay on his chest, gently rubbing your back.

[pnwellie]

i have a request!

sub ellie begging on her knees to eat readers pussy being all whiny and desperate and reader teases her by only allowing her to lick over her panties n ellie gets so frustrated and so horny she starts touching herself and grinding on her fingers? <3

btw im having weird troubles sending this for some reason it keeps getting stuck!! so if i accidentally sent this like 3 times im sorry 😭

oh my

this is long and i didn’t proofread! sorry! hopefully i did your idea justice anon!

getting up early to cook breakfast for the both of you, in the kitchen wearing only a tshirt and underwear when you hear ellie sleepily make her way out of the bedroom, eyes looking tired and her hair all messy from sleeping. she notices your lack of pants immediately and even though she’s seen you with even less on, the way you look standing there cooking for her is just so domestic and cute but also so sexy.

“hi baby, good morning” you say when she comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you. she hugs you tightly at the waist for a second before letting her hands drop a little lower, trying to push her fingertips past the waistband of your underwear.

“what are you doing, sweetheart?” you ask, turning around, breaking ellie’s wrap around your body. she looks disappointed at this, but immediately wraps herself around you again.

“woke up wanting you.” she says shyly. “look so sexy…” her cheeks flush as she tries to hold eye contact with you, her hands resting at your hips now. you laugh and try to lightly pull her off of you, so you can go back to cooking, but she holds on tightly.

“please” she begs, dropping down to her knees in front of you, face inches away from your clothed pussy as she looks up at you with sweet, obedient eyes. you don’t answer and keep staring down at her, a silent queue for her to beg harder. “please, wanna eat your pussy. pleasepleaseplease let me taste it, wanna make you feel good-“ you cut off her begging by taking your hand and placing it under her chin, pushing your thumb past her lip, feeling the way her warm mouth feels around your finger. admittedly, you want to give in… you have an adorable girl on her knees begging to eat you out, who wouldn’t let her do it? but ellie is just so fun to tease, and you wouldn’t let her have everything she wanted, she did just interrupt you making breakfast after all.

pulling your finger from ellie’s mouth, you boost yourself up so that you’re sitting on the kitchen counter. you spread your legs and ellie immediately positions herself between them and starts trying to take your underwear off.

“nuh-uh, leave them on.” you tell her, and she looks up with confusion, and then a little bit of disappointment as she realizes what exactly you’re wanting her to do. she presses her face against the fabric of your underwear, and licks a stripe up your pussy. you take your hand and hold the back of her head in place. she licks at your clit over the fabric, a frustrated groan leaving her mouth because your underwear is preventing her from sucking on it like she wants.

“please, it’s not enough.” she says, face still pressed against you. whining out a “need to see it, please please i need it so bad” before going back to flicking her tongue on your clothed clit. even though it’s not direct contact, it feels amazing, your underwear adding just a little bit more friction while still being able to feel how wet and warm ellie’s mouth is. you moan and it makes her work even harder, hoping you’ll reward her by actually taking off your panties and letting her finish you off how she wanted.

“fuck, feels really good baby. doing such a good job.” you tell her, and she moans back in response… and then keeps moaning, her mouth now missing from its spot against you. you open your eyes and realize that ellie has her hand down her pajama shorts, rubbing her own clit while using her other thumb to rub circles over yours.

“are you touching yourself?” you ask. ellie, with no shame, nods her head. you can tell just by her expression that she’s worked herself up so much that rubbing herself for just a little bit already has her wanting to cum.

“s-so mean…” she says, still touching herself. “teasing me like that… made me so needy, ‘m so wet.” she looked so… desperate. but still so cute. pulling her other hand off your body, you lift your hips and finally take off your underwear, exposing the sticky glistening mess ellie had caused.

“fuck-“ ellie says, and you see her body convulse just a little. “cumming” is all she says, and you take your hands and cup her face, forcing her to keep looking at you while she makes herself cum over the sight of you finally revealing yourself to her. tears build in her eyes and she shakes a little bit as she recovers from her orgasm. you give her a few minutes to come down, petting her hair and stroking her cheek.

“so,” you start, still naked from the waist down on the counter. “is it my turn now?” and then ellie spreads your legs and eats your pussy until your thighs clench around her face, both of you completely forgetting the breakfast you had planned to make.

[uceyliyahh]

Summary: You are just a distraction to me nothing more.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 2,003

Jey Uso x Remiyah

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

this will be a four-to-five-part series hope y'all will like it trying something new. 💁🏽‍♀️

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DISTRACTION

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“Oh, fuck. Jey,” Remiyah moaned as Jey was beating her back in from behind as she rolled the eyes in the back of her head.

You might be curious about how she found herself in this predicament with him. Let me break it down for you: Remiyah was embarking on a new career as a journalist and ring announcer, eager to make her mark in the industry.

She had a natural curiosity that drove her to ask questions and delve deeper into the lives of those she interviewed throughout her career. It was during this journey that she encountered The Usos, engaging them in a fascinating discussion about their tag team matches against a variety of opponents.

Main Event Jey Uso was the one who truly captivated her interest. He would steal glances in her direction and flirt with her whenever they found themselves alone, all while hoping she wouldn’t catch on to his subtle advances.

Their lives took a dramatic turn one fateful night at the hotel. Until then, their secret encounters had been a regular occurrence, often requiring Jey to send his brother out of the room just to have some private time with Remiyah. It was a way for them to release their pent-up tension, but that night marked a significant shift in their relationship.

Was it toxic to her? Yes?

Did she love doing it? No

She started to catch feelings for him even when he told her that he wasn’t looking for anything serious right now and just wanted to have some fun in the meantime, now back to this situation where she’s getting her back blown out by him all because she caught an attitude towards him.

Remiyah caught him chatting up another woman, and it left her feeling uneasy. Determined to make her feelings known, she spent the entire day giving him the cold shoulder, ignoring his calls and texts. However, when he finally arrived at her hotel room, Jey wasted no time in addressing the situation head-on.

Grabbing her by the throat while his dick pounded deeply into her cervix nicely Remiyah was trying to run away from his deep strokes by pushing him away by his abs but he smacked her hand away.

“Nah, yo’ ass wanted to act like a fucking brat right? So take this shit like a big girl mama,” Jey growled.

Jey had her seeing stars at this point giving her all of his mean strokes while slapping her ass cheeks a few times causing her to whine at the sensation.

“D-daddy please…I’m sorry,” she begged while looking back at him.

“Sorry? Now you fucking sorry huh?”

She found it difficult to tolerate his harshness, but she recognized that her own attitude had contributed to the situation. After all, she had been upset all day, aware that he wasn’t looking for anything serious. Yet, she couldn’t resist the charm of him surprising her with her favorite red roses, showering her with affection, and taking her out on dates—just like any typical couple would.

It didn’t seem that way for Jey whatsoever, Remiyah began throwing her ass back in circles following his movements causing Jey curse underneath his breath when she did it.

“Fuck, mama. C’mon keep throwing that shit back on me,” he moaned.

Jey had the best view of his life right now looking down at Remiyah’s ass jiggling to his movements like it was some jello, he had gripped her hips firmly pushing his dick deeper and deeper inside of her wet cunt as she moaned his name for everyone to hear.

He pulled her closer to his body cupping her face while shoving his tongue down her throat as they began tongue kissing each other, it was like Remiyah’s mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now.

The way his dick was hitting her g-spot so well it was driving her insane she didn’t want this to end, “Open Yo’ Mouth,” she obeyed him opening up her mouth as he spit inside of her mouth before going back into a tongue kissing session.

She loved that nasty, toxic. Shit from him it was all she ever known. Remiyah could feel all of their salvia drooling from her lips all the way down to her chin while Jey kept beating her gushy insides in.

Remiyah was utterly captivated by this man, nurturing her fantasies that he would eventually reciprocate her feelings. However, the more he made it clear that he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, the more determined she became to pursue him.

Jey kept his hand around her throat gripping it firmly while pulling away from the kiss using his other hand gripping her hips firmly keeping her in place so that she wouldn’t run away, he could sense that she was growing tired of throwing her ass back in him and began pummeled her insides.

Her mouth left opened with an “o” begging him to slow down, “Jey! Wait!” Remiyah begged as Jey shook his head not wanting to hear none of that coming from her.

“Nah, it ain’t no fucking wait. You keep playing with me Miyah ion play that shit,” Jey spat as he continued to circle his hips on her g-spot.

At this point Remiyah didn’t know how much she could take it—it felt like she was about to piss on herself the way he was slamming into her towards the oblivion, She kept clenching against him causing him to groan at the feeling.

He sense that she was about make a mess on him but was he going to allow her to cum? No. Jey wanted her to beg for it, he wanted her to apologize for her behavior. “Tell daddy you sorry mama, and I’ll let you cum,” Remiyah was holding tears back trying to hold her head down but Jey began using both of his hands around her throat beating her shit in causing her to yelp.

“Jey! Ouuu fuck! Fuck!” she mewled out trying to push him away.

All those tears that she was holding back began falling down from her cheeks feeling overwhelmed by all of this.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, love”

She began to breathe out, “I-I’m S-sorry! D-daddy! Please…can I cum? P-pleasee!” All you could hear was skin slapping against each other that sounded all over the hotel room.

“Tell me you love me baby, let these mother-fukas know whose pussy is this huh?” Jey was manipulating her at this point holding her back from making a mess on this man.

She did love him like truly love him.

“I love you! Only you Jey! This is all yours!” She cried softly while sniffing her nose.

Jey whispered nasty shit in her ear that just made her want him even more while he kept thrusting in and out of her. Feeling satisfied with her answers he gave her the signal to make a mess on him indeed she did.

Letting out a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt her juices flowing out from her feeling defeated but Jey wasn’t done with her yet he was determined to get his nut. “Mhmm, look at you mama, making a mess on me such a good girl baby,” he praised her while beating up her now sensitive cunt.

Remiyah couldn’t say anything else as she was speechless after having that intense orgasm while her body shook all she could think was that she looked a hot ass mess right now.

Jey’s thrust became more sloppier and sloppier within every thrust that he was giving her feeling his dick inside of her warmth, he knew that he couldn’t leave her alone.

He had convinced himself that love was a thing of the past after his marriage, but there was something uniquely captivating about Remiyah. Her presence radiated a charm that was simply extraordinary, yet he found himself dismissing it time and again.

He felt his dick twitching inside of her while throwing his head back in pleasure, “fuck, mamas, I’m finna nut all in that pussy you hear me?” He growled.

“Y-yeah…I hear you…cum inside of me Jey…I want it,” Jey liked the way she sounded right now speaking back to him. “You think you deserve daddy’s nut baby?”

Jey yanked her hair back making her look into his lustful brown eyes while her eyes were rolling in the back of her head breathing out a simple “yes”

He continued to give her his deep strokes as the room thicken around them smelling like sweat and sex, Jey could see her eyes all puffy from all the crying that she was doing but did he care? No he didn’t give a damn not even the slightest.

“Ouuu fuck, imma finna nut,” Jey grunted as he slammed into her one last time letting his warm seeds shoot out rope after ropes like a volcano while letting out a satisfying moan come from his lips.

He continued to thrust slowly inside of her making sure that none of his seeds spilled out of her looking down seeing the mix of her essence and his nut on his dick.

Jey had pulled out of her causing her to plop down on the bed feeling defeated by this man while he began to head inside of the shower.

Remiyah sat up straight, carefully shifting to the other side of the bed to ease her body while he was in the shower. As she settled in, she noticed his phone was left behind in the bedroom.

Curiosity gnawed at her relentlessly as she decided, “fuck it” She snatched his phone, easily entering his password, and started scrolling through his messages. It didn’t take long for her to discover that he had been chatting with a girl named Jaida for quite some time.

Remiyah scrolled through her text messages, and each word felt like a dagger to her heart. She was overwhelmed with emotions she couldn't quite understand, yet deep down, she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way for someone who didn't reciprocate her feelings.

As she sifted through the messages, a weight settled in her chest. It was particularly painful to see how he spoke about her to Jaida, dismissing Remiyah as nothing more than a mere distraction. His true desire was clear: he wanted Jaida, not her.

She couldn't shake the feeling of foolishness for falling for that man. Yet, how could she resist? The way he treated her, the gestures he made—it all felt like a dream, a beautiful fantasy playing out in her mind. Just then, she heard the bathroom door creak open as she placed his phone back where it belonged, hastily wiping away her tears.

Remiyah maintained her composure, as if nothing had occurred. She rose from the bed, quickly retrieved some additional clothes from her suitcase, and made her way to the bathroom, brushing past him with ease.

He sensed something was amiss with her energy as he gently grasped her wrist, halting her in her tracks. When she looked up at him, he noticed the telltale signs of tears in her eyes once more, leaving him to wonder what had caused her distress this time.

“You good mama?” Jey asked.

She gave a slight nod and replied, “Yeah, I’m fine, Jey. Just planning to take a shower, that’s all.” Deep down, she was fully aware that she wasn’t okay, especially after seeing the messages exchanged between him and Jaida.

“A’ight well imma head out I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said Remiyah gave him a fake smile on her face.

He placed a gentle kiss on her temple, allowing her to head toward the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she quickly closed the door behind her and sank to the floor, finally releasing the tears she had been holding back, letting them stream down her face.

Remiyah pressed her lips together, desperate to stifle the sound of her tears. She felt like such a fool, an absolute idiot for allowing herself to fall for this man.

She realized that she needed to distance herself from him, even if just for a moment, to regain her clarity. Being around him was becoming too painful, and she understood that her well-being had to come first from now on.

she had to protect her heart.

A/n: hiiiii so I decided to make a mini series! It’s like my first time doing this especially knowing how I am making my chapters lol 😭 I always make them long but this will be different.

But I hope yall enjoy this lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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[miltonbarbie]

What does Stan's friend group love about you? (Sp x F!y/n) </3

Warning(s): Slight NSFW

Reader is Female, and in these scenario you and your dp (Desired person, for example: Kyle) are already in an established relationship.

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Stan🎧💙 :

Dude loves any form of affection you give him, whether it be quick kisses to long, warm hugs, he feels like he'll throw up any second.

He wishes he could call you pet names but he's gonna get sick in the stomach REAL fast.

he also makes playlists of songs that remind him of you and sends them to you + puts them visible on his Spotify account

he doesn't show any clingy-ness or PDA around his friends bc cartman's such an ass and he'll get teased for days, but in private all he wants to do is cuddle w/ you and watch a Christmas movie together

loves loves loves when you mindlessly copy his actions, he think its soso cute. Like for example if he does a secret handshake with one of his friends and catches you trying to make one with yours, he's gonna die of how adorable it is.

He likes to go skating with you, if you don't know how to skate he'll gladly teach you

Get's hard whenever he sees you in a skirt 🙏🙏

Whenever he texts you and you send him pictures of yourself being all cute n' shii, his eyes widen and he automatically saves them to his camera roll with a sly grin on his face.

bro thinks he's mf swiper with his devious ass

he gets realllll horny whenever you sit with your legs crossed on a desk/table, or when you twirl your hair and make eye contact while talking to him. my guy's gonna be walking around with a huge boner the whole day in pain until you relieve him.

Kyle 🎮💚:

He tries extremely hard not to get flustered whenever you hug him from behind

Especially when you compliment his hair and play with it/start flirting with him while you do it. ITS JUST SO ENLKBVJVBENKJJ FOR HIM HE GOES WILD

"Kyle baby, you look so cute with your hair out like that .." "I- h-hah .. T-thank you .." Then he legit MELTS INTO YOUR TOUCH HE'S SO DESPERATE

he wants to act all tough and whatnot 4 you but you make him so vulnerable

what makes him hard as a fucking rock is when he's sitting down on his chair and you bend over towards him with your titties on the desk, arms crossed. HANDS DOWN CATCHES HIM OFF GUARD SO QUICKLY HIS EYES DART STRAIGHT TOWARDS YOUR TITS 😔😔

He lovesss seeing you wear his hoodies, something about it is just.. makes him feel some sort of way..

he gets really excited whenever you ask him to tutor you, it means you two get to spend more time together

If someone insults you he's gonna get MADD ANGRY

Like his anger issues will not allow someone to disrespect you like that.

he's always at your beck and call, if you need him, he's there.

Send him a bikini pic and he's gonna have a seizure.

"SHIT Y/N IM WITH MY FRIENDS WHAT IF THEY SEE IT?!??1!?!?!/11/1/ FUCK WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME AMEOIDOAEINAMSLKN"

STUDY DATES ARE HIS FAVOURITE BUT ALSO GOING OUT TO CAFE'S >>>>>>>>>>

He gets really blushy and nervous whenever your showing him so much affection to towards him infront of his friends, but he secretly likes it, he just doesnt wanna seem like a baby.

Whenever you get better grades than him he either celebrates for days or cries in a corner for hours. There's no in between.

Kyle is honestly so overprotective like if he sees a guy staring at you hes gonna straight up smack their face with a stack of graded homework assignments.

He jealousssss 🤭 he HATESSS admitting it though hes so whiny abt it too.

"Y/nn, I'm not jealousss babeee shutt uppp-uh 😠😠" Like a frickin 10 year old, LMFAO WHY DO I ACTUALLY IMAGINE HIM SAYING THAT THOUGH

Kenny 🏠🧡:

Lovesss showing/giving PDA doesn't matter where you are or who you're with

Bro is soso touch-starved its insane

He holds you by the waist while he leans in for a kiss, he low-key smells like cigarettes and car gas but I'm kinda into it ngl 🤷‍♀️

Whenever he gets touchy, it's not always going to be sexual but this man has some pretty horny thoughts but you cant blame him

Hes so whiny and wants you to touch him REALLY BADLY.

"Y/nn please please please I love you so much please just this once oh my God please your so hot I'm gonna suffocate I love you just this once please please PLEASEEEEEE-" "Kenny omg calm down wtf-"

His weak spot is seeing you in clothes that bring out your figure, I mean, girls look better in a real tight sweater ifkwim 😋

The only time he will EVER be the submissive one during sex is when hes balling his eyes out about something that's happened at home, or when he's high on sumthin'

If he's going to see you, he sometimes brings karen with him because he loves the little relationship you two got going on, also his parents are always arguing so it'd be a huge relief for both Karen AND Kenny.

Send him ONE picture and he'll be begging on his knees for more

"MOMMY SORRY MOMMY SORRY- OH GOD SEND MORE- I NEED- creams aggressively YOUR A FUCKING GODDESS OH LORD HAVE MERCY GOAWDH DAYHUYHM 😍😍"

It's a big bonus if you come from a wealthy or rich family cause then you can spoil Kenny and his siblings rotten like how they deserve 😔💞

Please treat karen well she really looks up to you, your like her idol and shes def your #1 fan, she'll always be talking about you and how amazing and thoughtful and pretty you are ITS JUST SO AAAAAAA KAREN IS SO CUTEEE 😖

Kenny doesn't have much but he'll try to save up ENOUGH money to get you something nice like a headband or some nail polish 😚

He's trying.

He just wants you to be happy with him.

Please get married.

Cartman 🍗❤️:

Oh no.

When people started finding out that Cartman had feelings for the one and only, Y/n, they felt so sorry and started giving u random things and being oddly kind around you.

You were like: ???

If he sees a guy flirting or talking to you, he's gonna lower their self esteem to the MAX.

Like he'll be soso rude abt it too

"What kind of dumb fuck like you would get any girls? You got to be kidding me, your dumber than Kahl."

Once you started dating him, man everyone in the school was either shocked, no- not shocked, literally flat-out concerned for your well-being.

Cartman, REEAAAALLLYYYY .. ?

He always wants your attention, even when your busy doing something he'll be texting you at the most randomest times saying "I'm coming over", and shows up at your door in less than 2 minutes.

If you give him a hug or a kiss in public, he'll be acting all tough and start bragging to his friends. But once he's alone, he'll start giggling and twirling around like a fangirl (😨)

He has so many bad pictures of you on his camera roll but it takes all of your convincing skills to tell him: DONT. POST. THE PICTURES.

He doesn't wanna participate in any tiktok couple challenges bc he thinks their stupid. Buttt unless you offer Kyle to do it then he's def gonna cave in 🤭.

He's such a toddler too

He'll secretly want to be the little spoon often but if you offer him his face starts looking like a whole-ass sunburn with an offended look on his face

"AHEM? No we are NAWT doing that. You? Cuddling ME? No no no, its supposed to be the other way around, "Y/n" 🙄"

He'd diss your music taste and then you'll catch him twerking to your favorite song

He just like that y'know?

[squilfmybeloved]

welcome. to my long awaited bookmark irondad spiderson fic rec bonanza

before we start gotta @ my beloveds who wish to see these bookmarks,, here u go <333 @cowboylikeyouu @constant-bi-panic @bexinator3000 buckle up cause this is gonna be a RIDE

biggest mysterio fuck you ever. obviously if i bookmarked it, it's a 10/10. unfinished, but still a 10/10! essentially, peter gets kidnapped by beck- i found this was lowkey written like a crime show (criminal minds or others) which i LOVED!! it also contains one of my favorite suspense theme scenes ever: kidnapped character escaping and fighting to get to their family, who are there and trying to save them- it creates such suspense and really keeps you on your toes, with a healthy dose of healing and hurt/comfort afterwards. the healing period always gets me, it's so rewarding to see someone heal after an event. definitely reccomend <33

any marvel fic by @bluesweatshirt fr got me on my fucking KNEES bro. i would sacrifice the soul of my firstborn for these fics. shit is IMPECCABLE chef's kiss. if ur looking for somewhere to start reading irondad fics and want something on the shorter side, these are absolutely the best place to start!! this is me. if u even care

oh boy. okay. this is... a roller coaster. it's definitely on the longer and heavier side of fanfics but god it is so beautiful. i finished this fic in one night in 2023 and i still continue to go back and read it. be mindful of the tags, folks- like i said, it's definitely a heavy one, but it's so fucking worth it to finish. i don't even have the words to describe it. this fic is ultimately soul shattering and tapes it back together at the same time. credit to @arthropodwithapen for creating this stunning masterpiece that legit changed my life <333

these had me both sobbing and laughing so hard i cried. my personal favs are the long game (i sobbed) and how to get banned from monaco (again) (i laughed so hard i cried)

rhodey my love <33 he doesn't get nearly enough attention and i love him!! uncle rhodey and peter bonding save me... save me uncle rhodey peter bonding

UGHHH i love these.. especially breaking the cycle of shame.. go read!! now!!

this is similar to spaghetti and red wine - soul shattering, taped back together, crying screaming rocking in a corner throwing up. go read and give this some love-- just mind the tags and warnings!!

HAHA this is like a trip. got me laughing giggling kicking my feet,, definitely a mood improver if u need a good laugh

short, sweet, silly- laughed a lot and heart was indeed warmed <33 (u can tell im running out of words,, it doesn't mean i don't love these!! my word vomit is just dying down)

my love (mine all mine) by spacecowboysfrommars

crying screaming throwing up staring at a wall desolately. i love it (i loved the lovely bones so much.. it's definetly a movie u should watch)

here's a link to the rest of my bookmarks if u guys wanna check out more irondad/harry potter/the last of us fics <33 MWAH enjoy besties, if u wanna yap to me about these fics feel free to send asks or message me!!

[whoisneo404]

feel better

summary: nick has a long day, so you help him feel better

tw: nsfw

i hear nicks voice message as i walk into my room. my hair damp from my shower, i sigh as i hear that he is having a rough day, today he comes to have a sleepover and i wanted to have a nice time with him, we still can, but i hate it when he comes grumpy, it makes me feel a bit sad that i cant always help him.

i send a message trying to comfort him and reasure him that it will be fine, that he just has to wait a few hours more and we can cuddle in front of my tv while he tells me all about his (in his words) annoying lame brothers.

i clean up my room a bit as i wait for him to come home. he said he was on his way, so i quickly changed clothes and sat in my livingroom waiting for the knock on my door, i look down at my phone and open tiktok, i scroll pass some funny videos and some romantic/cute couple videos, i see some slides that read "when he is having a bad day, so i suck it away" i snorted at this, amazed by the peoples unhinged comments about their partners and how they will do this or how they want their partner to do this.... wait, my boyfriend is having a bad day, should i-.

KNOCK KNOCK.

i shake the thought away as i stand up, i hear some keys moving and the door opens, he used the spare key i gave him a long time ago.

"honey." i say as i walk to him as hug him tightly, his tired eyes looking at mine as i kiss his lips softly.

"hi." he whispers. we stand there a long time, his face buried in the crook of my neck, i hear him hum and sigh against my skin.

"lets go lay down on my room." nick doesn't reply, he just hums. i pull our of the hug, but he grabs my hand snd walks closely to me as i close and lock the door, then on the kitchen i pour a glass of water for him, his hand still on mine, and when we were walking to my room he was practicaly glued to me, his chest against my back as we made it to my bed.

"wanna tell me about your day?" i ask as i sit make him sit on the edge of the bed.

"hm, bot really. just the usual fights with matt anc chris, just that today they decided to be more annoying than usual, dumb kids." he rolls his eyes, i walk closer to him and his large arms wrap around my waist.

"maybe i can help to make you feel better."

"yeah? how will you do that?" he smiles weakly and looks up at me. i rub his shoulders and smile at him.

"maybe... i can eat you out." i see his cheeks burn up a bit, mine do too. even when we have been together for a long time and have done all kinds of things with eachother, we always get flustered when initiating intimate things.

"i- shit. how can i say no to that." i kiss his check and then go down on my knees in front of him, he looks down at me and grins.

"i'll make you feel better, i promise." i say as i start to feel his bulge over the thick fabric of his pants. he shuts down a moan.

"im sure you will." i feel his dick get harder from my touch, nick rolls and buckles his hips a bit as he tries to get mote pleasure.

"just relax, let me do the job." i unbuckle his jeans and with his help i push them down. his boxers have a wet spot right were his tip lays against the fabric, he seems a bit embarrased about it. "aww, such a messy boy." i see his face get red and he looks away. "its okay, baby, i know you needed this." i grab his lenght over the fabric and i rub my thumb against the wet spot, his sensitive cock twitching all over.

"fuck, need ylur mouth, please." he whines.

"who am i to say no to my pretty boy?" i play with the hem of his boxer a bit, pulling the elastic band and letting go of it so it slaps against his skin. i slide them down just enough for his lenght to stand up in front of me. white drop rolling down his lenght, i give lick and kisses to his head, my hand grabbing the base of his dick and my other hand playing with his half clothes balls.

i push it inside my mouth, at first slowly and teasing him a bit, he throws his head about, his mouth opens and lets out pretty moans and deep groans. my head moves up and down, every time deeper and faster, sloppy just like he loves it. now the room is filled with wet noises and nicks moans, praises and "i love you"s scaping his mouth.

his hips buckle and his legs tremble, his breath is uneven and one of his hands push down on my head making me gag. tears pooling in my face, his dick twitching and pulsing inside of me. i hear him cry out that he is close. i keep moving with his helps and when i least expect it i feel the warm liquid hit my throat. i pull away and cough a little, then i swallow, his taste all over my tongue, i get up and sit on his lap, his head resting on my chest as he tries to catch his breath.

"did you liked it." i ask and he nods.

"loved it."

"im glad." i kiss his forehead and move the little hairs sticking to his forehead out of the way.

"shit, thanks, it was amazing." he buries his head into me and rubs his cheek against my chest.

"im glad you enjoyed. lets go get you cleanned up."

Taglist: @freshloveforthefit @shywolfapricotfan @sturnphilia @matty-bear @thenickgirl @stvrniolvsp @paige05 @soursturniolo @miloisdone1 @teenagetrash00 @lovely-calypso @h3arts4harry

[ribread03]

pool day. bsf!Nick(platonic) x reader x crush!Matt PT.2

warnings: Smut, fluff, teasing, Head m receiving, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

AN: Finally getting around to writing part 2 of this. Also Im doing this rather than writing an essay for my English class lol.

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He suddenly pulls away looking at your neck. His fingers brush over the spot he was just attacking with his mouth. "Hope you have some make up with you" He says as he turns around and leaves you there on the counter, alone, after he built up all that tension.

Getting off of the counter you change and walk up to Nick's room to say bye to him. "Bye Nick, I really need to go. Thanks for the bathing suit again." You say before you hug him and head out to your car.

When you reach your car you remember about the deep red, and purple marks on your neck. You are really hoping Nick didn't notice them, but it's Nick so he probably did. Slapping yourself in the face you back out of their drive way.

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Walking into your house you drop your bag and head straight to your bathroom. Turning the shower on, -the water being a thousand degrees-. Stepping into the shower you relaxed into the hot water. Grabbing your phone you open the music app and turn on your shower playlist.

About 5 minutes go by and you get a text from Nick. "Shit" you say out loud. You open it not really know what to expect. When you open it you see a photo of Matt but its from far away. Along with the photo is a text that says "This dude has not stopped talking for the past 2 hours. Wanna tell me anything?"

Stepping out of the shower and texting him back you don't really know what to say because you cant tell Nick that his brother gave you hickeys in the bathroom, and was praising you about the way you looked in the bathing suit that Nick got you. So you just reply with a simple "I don't know why he is like that. Idk why you are asking me?"

"I DONT KNOW Y/N. MAYBE BECAUSE YOU WALKED INTO MY ROOM WITH HICKEYS WHEN YOU CAME TO SAY BYE! GIRL AND YOU WHERE ALL FLUSHED TOO..." Nick quickly responds to your lame excuse for a lie. "and after you left I came down stairs to see Matt talking to Chris and you'll be happy to know it was about you."

Walking into your room now blushing from embarrassment and the fact that Matt was talking about me, I try to come up with a good reply to send Nick but I really can't think of any before another text pops up on my phone. It's Chris, the message is not what you expected "Matt only seems to be talking about you btw, and he's really blushing... what did you do with my brother y/n?"

Not know what to say to either of the brothers you decide to tell them some. How Matt said that you looked good in the bikini that Nick gave to you and that you should like it because it made your body look good. But you didn't tell them how he gave you the hickeys and how he left you sexually frustrated and having to deal with it on your own in the shower before they wanted to start blowing up your phone.

Nick is now blowing up your phone even more than before. Asking you to tell him everything because he knows who gave you the hickeys. "Tell me everything y/n! But not to much... that's still my brother you're talking about." So I go on to tell him everything, still in my towel.

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Now you are fully dressed, between texting them and trying to get dressed you've lost track of how this even all happened. Deciding to text Matt to ask him what the fuck just happened, your phone pings in your hand. Rolling your eyes you open the text and smile a little when you see it is from Matt. "Im coming over, be there in 5." You didn't expect him to be this up front and out of no where with this type of text.

"Ok.. front door is unlocked just come in." You text him back. Now you're rushing around your house to straighten it up, first your living room, then your room and bathroom. Running around your house going from room to room. Changing into your nice pajamas you go to the kitchen to get a snack. Then you hear the door open. Thinking to yourself that 5 minutes went by really quick.

"y/n?" you hear Matt say from the door.

"In the kitchen!" You say loud enough for him to hear but making sure to yell.

You hear Matt start to walk over to you. Feeling his presence behind you, you turn around to face him now. "Hey." He's standing over top of you, close enough to you to feel the heat coming through his clothes onto your body.

You can feel the tension building "Hi" You say just above a whisper. Not wanting to ruin this little moment

"What are you making?" He questions.

"I was just getting a snack before I headed back to my room to watch a movie, but you text me so I didn't go back to my room." You slightly ramble trying to make up and excuse to figure out why he is here.

"Sorry, I can leave if you had plans to do something." He pauses for a moment. "They were just really starting to get on my nerves." Referring to his brothers makes you think back to the text messages you were getting not even 45 minutes ago.

"Matt, you can stay." You say stopping him before he starts to ramble on.

"You sure?" He ask just trying to be nice but now you feel like this conversation is started in drag on.

Taking Matt's hand you lead him to your room. Going to your bed you flop down with the bag of chips in your hand. Matt is now looking at you standing 5 feet away from the bed. Patting the spot next to you inviting Matt to come and sit, he does.

"What movie you wanna watch?" Trying to ignore the throbbing that is going on in-between your legs now.

"Its up to you honestly, whatever movie you planned on watching before I came over." Matt say.

"Oh, ok then." you say a little surprise about what he said because he always wants to pick the movies or he's doesn't really get into them. So putting on your cheesy romance movie you scoot closer to him so he can have some chips as well. Feeling Matt flinch when your thighs meet sends tingles up your back for some reason.

~~

About 45 minutes into the movie you feel someone looking at you. You know who it is but you still decide you look over at Matt. When you eyes meet he doesn't look away, instead he crashes his lips onto yours. Your eyes go wide for a moment defiantly not expecting him to kiss you like that. Kissing him back your hand finds its way to the back of his neck, pulling lightly on the hair at the base of it.

This makes Matt moan into the kiss, sending shivers down your throat. Taking this as your chance to move so now your straddling him. Feeling is hard on under you, you pull away. "This okay?" You ask before slowly moving your hand down his chest down to his dick. Never breaking eye contact with him as he nods his head yes and pulls his bottom lip in-between his teeth.

Your now palming him through his pants. A moan escapes his lips making you clench around nothings. Watching as his eyebrows push together you slide your whole body down, so now your face is level with his dick. Unbuckling his pants you look up at him asking him for permission with your eyes. He nods yes again. You continue to unclothe his lower half until his dick springs up out of his boxers.

Your eyes get big when you see how big he really is. You have heard rumors about his size but you thought that people were over exaggerating, but you were wrong. Looking back and forth between his eyes and his dick.

His tip is red and leaking pre cum just from you touching him in his pants. Puckering your lips together you let a little drop of saliva fall on his tip. This action making him whimper and head fall back. Slowly bringing your thumb up to the slit you slide the saliva down the length starting to pump him a bit before taking his tip into your mouth.

Matts hands go right to your hair when you fully take him in your mouth gaging a bit when he pushes your head down by mistake. "K-keep go-going." He moans out when you hollow out your cheeks. Humming before you pull off of him. Matt letting out a despite cry when you do this makes you giggle a bit.

"Dont worry Matt, you'll get there." You say before grabbing his hand and bringing it down towards your heat, and where you needed him the most. Moaning when he slightly touches you through your panties.

"Can I touch you y/n?" He ask making sure its ok even tho you moved his hand there.

"Yes Matt, pl-please touch me" your practically begging to have his fingers in you at this point.

With this Matt moves you onto your back so that he is now over top of you. Pulling you panties and tiny shorts down throwing them somewhere on the floor. He brings his fingers to your clit moving them fast making you arch your back and start moaning his name.

You feel Matts finger suddenly insert into you causing you to moan his name. "Ma-matt k-keep going. Pl-please." Begging him to let you cum. His fingers move faster as he is trying to get you to your high.

"There you go. Come on, cum for me y/n" Feeling the coil snap as you cum around his fingers. Moaning nonsense as you come down from your high.

You wanted nothing more for Matt to be inside of you right now. "Matt?" you whisper

"Yeah?" He says in-between kissing your neck.

"Im ready, can we.." You trail off but Matt knows exactly what you mean as he pulls his shirt off and helps you with yours.

"You sure?" He ask again.

"Yes, just please, I need you Matt." begging for him to be inside of you once again.

With this Matt Slowing starts to play with your entrance with his tip. Slowly he starts to slide into you. At first its painful due to the sheer size of him but slowly it turns into pleasure. Once he bottoms out your both whispering messes, feeling his fill you so much. He fills you more than anyone ever has before.

Trying to rock your hips against his he takes this as a sign to start moving. Thrusting into you Matt groans as he starts to move faster. Your hands find his hair and tug lightly. Moaning his name and other nonsense of sounds coming out of your mouth.

Feeling close to a second high you squeeze around him. "Matt, Im close." You manage to get.

"Me to princess."

The word princess is enough to make you cum all over Matt dick. Moaning as he is still pounding into you chasing his own high. The stimulation is becoming to much as you try to pull away, but Matt's strong grip on your waist hold you down onto the bed. "Matt, cum inside of me."

With your word Matt is cumming within seconds. Falling on top of you catching his breath as you catch yours. Lifting his head Matt plants small kisses all over your face. Pulling out of you, you whimper with the loss of him being inside of you.

Once you two have both catch your breath, you finally decide to ask the question that's been killing you since he text you. "Matt? Why did you even come over here in the first place?"

He rolls over to face you. "To be honest y/n.. I really couldn't stop thinking about you, and Nick saw the hickeys and wouldn't stop bothering me about them because we went to the bathroom at the same time."

"I mean, you did give me the hickeys. Hes not wrong about that." you say with a giggle.

Planting a kiss on your lips Matt gets up from the bed and walks over to the bathroom. Coming back out with a damp washcloth in his hand to help clean you up. Smiling to yourself as you watch Matt pick up the clothes and throw them into your dirty clothes bin.

"Can I spend the night with you?"

"Of course Matt."

~~

After a little while you and Matt decide to watch a movie, falling asleep not to far into it. Tangled up in each other's arms, not a care in the world.

~~

Walking up to giggles in your room, you are met with a camera in your face with Nick and Chris behind it. Putting your hand up to block it you roll over and snuggle back into Matt's chest, giving Nick and Chris the finger at the same time.

Matt is awake not even two minutes after you are. Now whisper yelling at his brothers to get out so you can get dressed. This causes them so shout and whistle at Matt as they walk out of the room.

After you and Matt gets changed, Matt walks out of the room to go and talk to his brothers. You have no idea what he is saying to them so you have no choice to sit and wait for him to come back.

About five minutes go by when you hear Chris yelling your name. "YOU AND Y/N!" Now really curious about what is going on you quietly walk out of your room and peep your head around the corner.

You see Matt smiling blushing like crazy, Chris is still shocked at the fact his brother made a move on you, and Nick is sitting there fake gagging while giving his brother a high five for making a move.

You see Matt starting to walk back so you go to turn around and go back into your room like you've been there the whole time. "Where are you going to miss y/n?" You stop in your tracks and turn on your heel.

"No where.." You say with a slight smile which gives away your lie.

Matt grabs your hand pulls you closer to him. "y/n, y/l/n... Will you be my girlfriend?" You gasp at what Matt just said. Wiping your eyes you nod your head yes

"Yes, yes! A million times yes!" you say throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss.

Gagging is coming from the next room. Nick... of course he is gagging at us. Running over and hugging Nick you thank him for the bathing suit that just got you a boyfriend and sex. Gagging in response he hugs you back.

"Hey! I pushed him to go into the bathroom with you..." Chris says feeling left out. You go over to him and whisper in his ear. "Did you also tell him to leave me high and dry in there?" backing away from him he's smiling. Hitting him on the arm "You're such an ass"

You feel hands grab your waist now. You turn around a meet Matt, giving him a quick kiss, and earning a gag from Nick. You say bye to the boys and walk out to the car with them. "Bye, Ill be over tomorrow."

"Okay" Matt says with a cheeky smile, winking at you.

"Bye y/n, see you tomorrow." Both Nick and Chris say at the same time.

Watching Matt pull out of the driveway you smile to yourself, thinking about how lucky you got to have Matt in your life.

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AN pt2: This literally took me so long to write and idky but I hope you like it. This is my first time writing smut so Im not sure how I feel about writing it yet so bare with me.. anyway I hope you liked this. OKAY BYE<3

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Ash after going on vacation from streaming to go on an adventure, then dying and coming back three times during, coming back to streaming: "Y'all won't guess what happened AGAIN during this times vacation!"

(dunno why but I'd like to think that in any pokemon world where Ash Ketchum is a streamer he's told his followers and subs about his deaths. So like him dying during vacation happens so often that there is now an emote for when he says it and the emote is just him in the family guy death pose)

It's consenually assumed that Ash is fibbing the 'death' count and legendary count, No one is THAT unlucky.

Ash ends up being known as the Exaggerator among the streaming community. Cancel culture left and right to take him off the platform because he's lying. But everytime you send a hate mob, Ash shuts that shit down fast.

"Just cause you guys don't believe in me, doesn't mean im lying." He scowls one day in the middle of a CraftMines game (tm). "Fuck off and eat shit, I just wanna play games, train and tell you all stories."

The scowl on his face ends up being a reaction meme for awhile, usually followed by *The only time i cuss.*

I just imagine in Kalos, Right after the Yveltal situation, he streams directly after it. It's only his face, but you can hear the hustle and bustle of the hospital works.

"Alright, Who bet on this one being worse, Pay up cause wowzers."

And the chat floods with

Wowzers?

Did he say wowzers?

Dude what drugs are you on?

Yo, are you in a hospital??

Motherfucker said "wowzers" okay old man.

"I'm on Morphine, and i took a pretty bad hit to the head, excuse me for being lingolistic of the last century." And the camera tilts before he rights it, just as pikachu comes onto the screen, looking battered and bruised and a helluva lot more gray than before that's only barely receding. "Why did i do this again? Oh- i was gonna say im gonna take a break from streaming for a bit."

"Why did you stream to say that then?" A voice offscreen asks. "Why not like, send a Pidge?"

"It's actually called Z now." Ash quips back and his eyes are closed. You can see the bruises underneath his eyes. "probably should of- i dunno Clem my head hurts."

"Okay, say bye then."

"Bye then."

The stream doesnt end right away, Ash sort of doses off with Pikachu nestling on his neck. His fur is noticeablly less gray, but no one will figure that out until they compare

At First, there are skeptics all around. Loads of people calling it a publicity stunt cause - who the fuck streams in a hospital for crisis sake!!! Theres like a hate mob for awhile, and his numbers drop wildly.

Until a video comes out, it's clearly a bystander that shows the blurry images of a Pokemon. You can see the camera desperately trying to focus but it can't. You can also see it attacking groups of people, so the camera focuses on them.

You can hear Ash screaming for his pokemon, for Pikachu, before the video cuts out.

The numbers sky rocket, abd everyone desperately awaits for the next stream. Except the Kalos League hapens, and they're all left in the dark until Ash goes back home to Kanto. His arm is in a cast, his face is bruised along the left side of his jaw, and his nose has a plaster over it.

"So." He starts the stream, smiling brightly. "Trainers and Entertainers, guess whose not dead!"

And the stream skyrockets to one of the most viewed for the time.

I went wild but like- thinking on it, Streamer AU has got me. XD

[burntb4bydoll]

Face sitting with 2023 georg🙏

EYEYEYESYESYES

2023 Georg Listing x fem!reader

Warnings: face sitting duhh, hair pulling, yall just have a fun time experimenting together

“Y/n pleaseeeee! I just wanna try it!” Georg had been begging you to sit on his face all day. You were hesitant, what if you were too heavy? He insisted that you weren’t, he used to excuse that he works out so he could lift you and wouldn’t be too heavy. You thought about it once more before sighing and settling your phone down onto the bedside table.

“…fine. Im obviously not gonna put my full weight on you BUT, if im even a little bit too heavy or you can’t breathe you have to let me know so I can get up.” He grinned widely and moved closer to kiss you passionately. He flipped you over so that you were sitting on his upper stomach and you could feel yourself growing more turned on at his eagerness. His hands trailed up your thighs and he smoothed his thumbs over your hips before tearing off your underwear. “Georg!” You gasped, “You could have just let me take them off!”

“No, that would take too long. It would be much less fun too.” He smirks, massaging your inner thighs. You roll your eyes at him and his smirk turned into a playful smile. “Ok, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t do that because I’m excited right now.” Before you could respond he yanks you body up towards his face. You yelped and tried to lean back a little before you accidentally fell onto him. “Don’t worry about putting your weight on me, you know I can handle it, baby.” His moves you closer and immediately starts moving his mouth against you.

“Oh, fuck! That feels…really good actually.” Your voice turned breathy as his movements continue. He laughed underneath you, sending light vibrations up your body. His hands reach around to grope you ass and pull more of your weight onto him.

“See? I knew it would be fun.” His words were muffled against your cunt, making you grin a little. His tongue slides up to circle your clit slowly, trying to make you frustrated. It definitely worked though because you put both of your hands in his hair and push your hips to press harder against his mouth. Georg groans at your impatience, sending you a warning look. Although you knew he wouldn’t do anything about it because he’s the one who begged you to do this in the first place.

“God, you’ve always been so good with your mouth. Should’ve done this sooner.” He sighs softly at your praise, looking up at you with glossy eyes. His movements speed up and your legs start to tremble. “Georg…I’m so close. Please…” your hip’s rocked gently against his face subconsciously, making him grow more eager to please you.

He brings his hands up and tugs you into him by your thighs, and that alone was enough to make you finish on top of his face. You can hear him mumbling praises to you through your orgasm, the even throws in a ‘good girl’ a few times. Once you finish you get off of him and push his hair back so it wasn’t a mess. Georg looks up at you and gives you a pleading look,

“Can I do it again?”