#just leave it! dont touch it just stop!!!!

[evie-sturns]

nerve - Matt Sturniolo

summary: matt has the worst attitude all day, and when you two finally get home he has the nerve to ask you to touch him which you obviously deny, making him get himself off infront of you.

contains: sub!matt, male masturbation, slighttt humiliation, teasing, matt with an attitude, pathetic!matt, swearing, fluff.

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7:32pm

matt sits beside me in bed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as i scroll through my phone. i'm wearing nothing but a small brandy melville pyjama set. matts favourite.

on a quiet night alone with matt like tonight, we'd usually be pouncing on eachother the first chance we get, but were not.

matt knows he's been acting up all day, with the snarky comments, stubborn demeanour and the most bratty attitude.

matt lets out a small whine, he clears his throat slightly as he rolls over closer to me.

"'m hard.." he mumbles, his lap pressed firmly against my thigh,

"i can tell." i whisper back, putting down my phone and looking over at him.

he buries his flushed face into my shoulder, another strangled noise leaving his lips.

"what is it matt?" i sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"it hurts.." he groans himself, looking up at me

"well how about you sort yourself out in the bathroom yeah?" i speak, staring into his big round eyes,

"h-help myself? but-" he glances down at the tent in his lap, "but youre here and i cant-"

"what am i gonna do about that matt?' i ask, earning another loud whine from him as he desperetly palms himself through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. "i dont think you deserve my tocuh after how much of a brat you've been today?" i follow up.

"but- but i do..." matt protests, "i really- please let me.." he speaks as his face falls with disapointment

"im not rewarding your behaviour matt, so im gonna give you some options yeah?" i whisper, trying to ignore the needy look in his eyes.

"fine!" he groans.

"you can help yourself here, in the bathroom, or just not cum at all yeah? but im not touching you." i speak,

"no!" he tries to protest,

"you dont wanna finish? thats fine by me, your choice baby." i speak,

"but- i do- ugh! fine okay!" he babbles before tugging down his sweatpants,

my eyes widen, not expecting him to actually do something about his situation.

he pants heavily as he tugs down his boxers to his mid thighs,

"dont- dont laugh," he croaks out,

"'not gonna laugh at you hon." i assure him, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth,

his pale skin flushes beet red, he looks completley and utterly humiliated.

"okay- okay- just- right.. okay." he rambles,

his brunette hair falls infront of his eyes as he looks down at his lap, gently moving his hand towards his erection.

"okay- just- yeah.. okay shut up.." he whispers,

"im not saying anything!" i giggle,

"yeah- but youre thinkin' it!" he bites back playfully,

he suddenly wraps his long, pale fingers around his girth. his tip is a raw pink, oozing precum.

he purses his lips tight, being sure to not let any noises slip, after all, he didnt wanna look more pathetic, did he?

i see his eyes flutter shut as he squeezes himself once, before gently moving his hand over his tip.

i see his leg twitch slightly,

i stare intensley, causing matt to get even more worked up.

"s-stop- stop lookin' at me-" he croaks out, his voice high pitched and whiny.

"shh," i whispers, pressing a finger to his plump red lips.

he moves his hand under my mouth, "can you please- spit-" he asks, i shake my head,

"told you, 'm not doing anything for you after this big attitude you've built up." i remind him,

his eyebrows knit together with frustration, "you're bein' so mean!" he mutters,

"what was that?" i ask,

"nothing."

i see him spit in his palm, gently running the same hand down his length, one of his fingers tracing the long vein on the side of his cock.

"feels- feels so good." he whimpers,

he gently starts to pump himself, his hand sliding over his tip.

he gnaws on his bottom lip before looking up at me through his eyelashes, i continue to sit on the bed to his side as he lays down against the large pile of silky pillows.

hes dead silent, desperately trying to hold back his noises.

"you're allowed to make noises you know, 'm not judging you,"

"yeah- but its so- embarrassing. i dont want to- i dont know let go like that." he grunts, his eyes fluttering closed.

"its just me hon, ive heard everything before." i assure, him, gently running my long acrylic nales over the soft skin of his lower tummy.

"i- i dont want anyone to hear!" he says, his resolve rapidly crumbling,

“i’m the only one here baby, everyone else is out,” i assure him,

suddenly a loud moan rips out of him, his back arching off the bed.

“there we go, good boy.” i coo, keeping my hand on his lower stomach.

he keeps his fist firmly around his shaft, moving his hand up and down rapidly as his eyebrows pinch together.

“oh fuck-“ he whines, his movements getting faster.

i see him look up at me through narrow eyes, his cheeks completely red.

“so fuckin’ pathetic.” i laugh, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“stop- ‘m not! you said you wouldn’t la-laugh!” he whimpers, desperately tugging at his sensitive skin.

“why do you think i’d do what you want matt? you’ve been so bitchy all day.” i sigh,

“mm! i haven’t!” he protests,

i drag my thumb over his swollen tip, before instantly pulling my hand back.

a loud moan escapes his lips, “ah- ahh.. please do that again!”

i shake my head,

“i need to cum- s-so bad- but- but can’t!” his voice his so high it’s almost amusing, he is just so pathetic.

“mm? can’t cum without my help?” i ask, a teasing tone clear in my voice.

“i- i can! i- i-“ matt’s thighs trembles as he throws his head back.

“just- just say anything!- please- please oh fuck-“ he follows up, his hand reaching out and grabbing my thigh

he digs his fingertips into my thigh as his raw tip dribbles with precum, the clear liquid running down his tip onto his hand.

“anything?” i whisper,

“cum- cum!” he squeals, my one word tipping him over.

strings of white spurt out of him, landing directly on his tummy, which is rising and falling rapidly with his panting.

he stops his movements with his hand, which is now coated in his own release.

“there he is, so so good.” i coo, pressing a kiss to his tip.

a small gasp exits his mouth,

i kitten lick the head of his cock once more, his salty taste present on my tongue before pulling my head away. he groans from overstimulation as his fingers dig into the soft plush skin of my thigh

he’s fully hard again.

“please, please- i’m hard again- you’re gonna touch me this time?”

i shake my head with a small grin, running my hand through his silky hair.

“but-!” he starts but i cut him off.

“no buts, you’ve been such a brat all day,” i start,

“now cmon, pull up your sweats, you’re not cumming again today.” i instruct him, earning a frustrated whine from him as he follows my instructions.

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[starboye]

boss!price who gets a new pretty little assistant and it just happens to be you, you looked so good in those pants that hugged every part of your ass so well and he wanted to feel it

always touching you a little to long in places that would violate so many hr department rules but he didn't care, he wanted to get in those pants one way or another and one day he finally did, everyone was gone for the night leaving only you and him in his office getting some paper work done

he had asked you to get him some coffee and within minutes you were putting it on his desk before he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap "why not keep an old man company yeah" he lowly said moving his hand to your inner thigh and to your crotch where he was a little confused

he didnt feel a bulge but slickness seeping through your pants "and what's this" he didn't seem to be against it as long as he could fuck you "why dont you find out yourself" you kissed him and in no time you were splayed across his desk taking his fat cock

taking him balls deep and moaning about how good it felt while his fingers played with your clit, rubbing it intensely to give you more pleasure until you were a shaking mess begging him to give you a break but there was no stopping a man like price so you just pushed through each orgasm

"mmm captain you feel you fucking good" you whimpered and oh good gad did that do something to him hearing you pull rank on him had his cock slamming into you harder than before and abusing your precious little cunt until it couldn't take it anymore

even then you don't think he was really gonna let you go that easy, nope he needs one more taste, knelled in front of your leaking pussy before diving in, licking and lapping at it and eating out every drop of cum he fucked into you

your hands tightly held in prices hair tugging at it for him to go deeper, your thighs clasping around his head and squeezing enough to cut off oxygen for a couple of minutes but that still doesn't mean he stops, he's got a mission and he'l be damned if he stops before finsihing it

but it's safe to say your co-workers definitely noticed your limp the next day and the copious amounts of breaks you were spending with price

[xoamiiren]

Oooh did toxic Riki…:MAYBE YOU CAN DO reader and Riki are hanging out when she gets a call and it’s from her friend that Riki HATES because they always tell her to leave Riki and he’s toxic

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THEY DONT KNOW ME. ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 It’s not fair…

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, your best friend is not a fan of the boy you love. PAIRING. past player bf!ni-ki x naive whipped gf!reader GENRE. fluff, slight angst(?) WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing

authors note ୨୧ Ask and you shall receive, sweet pea. 💕

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The warm golden sunlight poured through your bedroom window, casting a soft glow across Ni-ki’s blushed face.

He sat comfortably on your bed, clad in a gray hoodie that hugged his frame just right, the cute little moles that freckled his smooth tanned skin on display, the silver chain that hang across his collarbone peeking out, his fluffy, freshly washed bangs falling into his sleep eyes— a rare sight you couldn’t stop staring at. His lips curled into a lopsided grin as he caught you looking. “What?” he teased, his voice low and playful, leaning closer.

You giggled, shaking your head, and softly tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie. “Nothing… you’re just—”

“Just what?” he pressed, his veiny hands gently brushing over your knee, sending sparks along your skin.

“Too good-looking for your own good,” you murmured shyly, feeling the blush creep up your neck.

He chuckled, his nose brushing against yours before his lips found yours again. It started with sweet, lazy kisses—soft and unrushed, like you had all the time in the world.

His lips were soft and sweet with the strawberry chapstick he wore— a cute little note about him you found adorable when you found out.

His one hand found your waist, the other found your thigh, fingertips skimming lightly underneath your frilly pajama shorts and against your skin as he pulled you closer. The familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the sun-drenched air, making your head feel a little hazy.

You sank deeper into his touch, your fingers tangling in his soft hair, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could disrupt the dreamy bubble you’d created together as you were guided back against the fluffed pillows of your bed.

But then, your phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, shattering the peace.

You groaned, reaching over to check it, but Ni-ki stopped you, his lips brushing against your jaw.

“Don’t answer it,” he mumbled, his tone almost petulant.

You chuckled softly. “It could be important,” you replied, slipping your hand free to grab the phone. His hand dropped to your thigh, his grip firm but not harsh, a silent protest.

The screen lit up, and you saw the messages flooding in. Your heart sank a little as you read the sender: Bestie 🎀. Ni-ki’s expression hardened immediately.

“Bestie 🎀: (Y/n), I saw your story. Are you serious?”

“Bestie 🎀: I told you he’s no good. You’re gonna get your heart broken.”

You winced, putting the phone down as another message pinged in. Ni-ki’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he muttered under his breath, “You told them about us?”

“It wasn’t like that,” you said quickly. “I just… posted that picture of us at the arcade yesterday. I didn’t think they’d freak out like this.”

Ni-ki leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. The soft glow of the sunlight still made him look unreal, but his mood had shifted, his playful demeanor replaced by something guarded.

“They don’t even know me,” he said quietly, though there was a bite to his words. “All they know is what people used to say about me.”

You knew what he meant. Ni-ki had a past—a Casanova reputation that still clung to him, even though he hadn’t been that guy in years. He had been the type to charm everyone, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind, but with you, he was different. Softer. Real.

“I don’t care what they say,” you said firmly, reaching for his hand. He hesitated for a moment but let you take it, his fingers curling around yours.

“You’ve shown me who you really are, Ni-ki. That’s all that matters.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, though the frown on his lips remained. “It just pisses me off,” he muttered, his voice low. “They act like they know us—like they know me. They’re just waiting for me to mess up so they can say, ‘I told you so.’”

“I know,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “But you’re not going to mess up. And even if you did, I’d still be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

The tension in his face eased as he let out a small sigh, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Good,” he said quietly, pulling you closer. “Because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

You leaned into him, your forehead resting against his as you whispered, “You don’t have to.”

The two of you sat there for a moment, the messages forgotten, the world outside fading away. His hands found your waist again, and his lips brushed against yours, warm and soft.

This time, the kisses were slower, sweeter, the golden sunlight wrapping you both in its quiet glow. In his arms, you felt safe—like nothing and no one could touch the love you’d built together.

.

.

.

You just hoped he didn’t prove them right.

[cheeseatlantic]

MINORS DEFINITELY DNI

i dont even know but its smut!

The dim light of the barracks cast flickering shadows against the walls, the scent of whiskey and damp earth lingering in the air. You shouldn’t have been there. Not like this. Not with him. Price leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes locked on you like he was daring you to leave. “You know what you’re doing,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching at your sides. You did know. Every time you crossed the line with him, you told yourself it would be the last. The unspoken rules of command, the weight of his position, it didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. The thrill of secrecy and danger always brought you back to him.

“I can’t stay away,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Price’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening for a moment before it softened. He reached for you, his hand brushing the bare skin of your arm, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Neither can I,” he admitted, his words soft but laced with a kind of desperation that made your knees weak.

Before you could reply, he pulled you to him, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as hungry as it was forbidden. His beard scraped against your skin, a reminder of the rawness, the realness of him. You pressed yourself against him, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.

“God help me,” he groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your waist like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. “This is wrong. But I don’t give a damn anymore.”

You gasped as he lifted you onto the desk, his hands trailing up your thighs, his touch possessive, like he was staking his claim on you. You bit your lip, the sharp edge of the wooden desk digging into your skin as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of bruises that would be impossible to hide. Marks of your sin.

“Promise me,” he whispered, his voice rough and low, his breath hot against your ear. “No one else can know.”

You nodded, your nails digging into his shoulders as his hands worked their way under your clothes. “It’ll be our little secret.”

The desk creaked beneath you as Price’s hands tightened on your thighs, spreading them wider, his broad frame pressing against you. The air in the room felt electric, thick with the weight of everything unspoken. His lips claimed yours again, rougher this time, his beard scratching deliciously against your skin as his tongue swept over yours.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he rasped, his voice like gravel as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck. His hands slid under your shirt, calloused palms skimming over your ribs before pulling it over your head and tossing it aside.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, breath hitching as his mouth found the curve of your collarbone, teeth grazing against your skin before he sucked hard, leaving a bruise you wouldn’t bother to hide.

Price pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes dark and heavy with desire. “You’re playing a dangerous game, love.”

You smirked, tilting your chin defiantly. “And you’re not stopping me.”

A low growl escaped him, and in an instant, his hands were on your hips, dragging you forward until your core was pressed against his. You could feel how hard he was, the thick, unyielding length of him straining against his pants. A gasp slipped from your lips as he rocked his hips into yours, his hands gripping your ass to keep you in place.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your ear, his voice rough and laced with restraint. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

You shook your head, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His resolve snapped. Price yanked you off the desk and spun you around, pressing you against the wall. His hands roamed your body, rough and possessive, as he kissed you deeply, swallowing the moan that escaped you. His lips trailed down your chest, his fingers undoing the clasp of your bra before tossing it aside. His mouth found your nipple, sucking and teasing until your knees nearly gave out beneath you.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to lift you off your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your back pressing against the wall as he ground against you, the friction sending sparks through your veins.

“Captain,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he reached between you, undoing the button of your pants and sliding them down.

“Impatient little thing,” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement as his hand dipped between your thighs, sliding against the wetness he found there. “You’re soaking for me already.”

You bit your lip, your head falling back against the wall as his fingers circled your clit, slow and deliberate. “John, please,” you breathed, the need in your voice making him smirk.

“Please what?” he teased, his voice low and dangerous as he pushed a finger inside you, curling it just right.

“Don’t make me beg,” you managed, your voice breaking on a moan as he added another finger, his thumb pressing against your clit in time with his thrusts.

Price’s lips found yours again, his kiss rough and claiming as he worked you closer to the edge. “You’re beautiful when you’re desperate,” he murmured against your lips, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, your body shaking against his as he coaxed you through it, his fingers never faltering. When you finally caught your breath, he pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening as he brought them to his lips, his eyes locked on yours.

“Sweet as sin,” he muttered, his voice dark with satisfaction.

Before you could recover, he was lowering you onto the desk again, his hands making quick work of his belt and the zipper of his pants. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor sent another thrill through you, and when he stepped between your legs, you felt the full weight of what you’d gotten yourself into.

“You ready for me, love?” he asked, his voice softer now, but no less commanding.

You nodded, breathless, your legs wrapping around his waist as he lined himself up. The stretch of him as he pressed into you stole the air from your lungs, and when he bottomed out, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy.

“God help me,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back as he drove you higher, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room. It was messy, raw, and so, so wrong. But neither of you cared.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice a low growl as he thrust harder, his grip on you tightening.

“John,” you gasped, your voice breaking as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge again. “John, I-”

He swallowed your words with a kiss, his pace relentless as he chased his own release. When he finally came, his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as his body shuddered against yours.

The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the weight of what you’d just done settling over you both. But when Price pulled back, his eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said a word.

You knew this wasn’t the last time. And so did he.

ok freak. i see you’ve read the whole thing? 🤨

[lovelettersforthedamned]

finals with hockey!peter

Study Sesh

✰ college!hockey!peter parker x f!reader

✰ word count: 0.7 k

✰ summary: peter took finals seriously, too seriously.

✰ language, fluff, a kiss, teasing, more fluff.

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gif by @linusbenjamin

Finals were stressful, no doubt about it. You’ve had your fair share of late nights hunched over your desk, an energy drink in one hand and your pen in the other. While you could say you were stressed, Peter took it to another level. 

School was never hard for Peter, even when hockey was layered on top of it. His laptop was in front of him when he wasn’t at practice or watching a game. Even when he was at your place, he usually brought his backpack. 

You didn’t mind, you loved seeing him with his glasses on and his nose in a textbook. They were your unofficial study dates, as much as Peter argued that he just likes to switch up his surroundings for the “optimal study technique”. 

He prided himself in being a student-athlete and emphasized that ‘student’ came first which made his teammates groan. It was one of the things that truly surprised you about Peter. 

He constantly surprises you, just like right now. 

Peter’s pacing your living room, his eyes glued to his economics notes. You only realized that he was just walking back and forth when the sound of his footsteps didn’t stop. Peering over your laptop screen, your eyebrows furrow at his actions. 

You can see his mouth quietly reciting the words written on the page, his gaze never looking up. “What are you doing?” You ask, sitting comfortably on the couch. You have a front-row seat to his actions. 

He barely glances at you before his head whips back to his notes, “Studying.” 

You give him a second to say something more, but he doesn’t; leaving you equally as confused. “Yes, I know that,” you pause, “but…like why?” 

Peter lets out a big sigh as if you’re inconveniencing him. “Moving helps me focus. I can’t sit still.” His answers are very short and prompt, just like his quick footsteps. 

“You’re sure it’s not the 4 energy drinks you’ve consumed in the past hour?” Your joking tone falls past his ears, which is not normal for him. You try one more time to get his attention, “If you keep walking, you’re gonna put a dent in my floor.” 

His face finally turns to you, his expression is one of disbelief. You got him. “Are you calling me fat, bug?” It’s like he’s completely forgotten why he was standing in the first place as all of his attention is now on you. 

Trying to hide your laughs, you let his question linger before answering, “If the shoe fits.” 

Peter drops his notebook on the coffee table before walking towards you. He chuckles to himself as he moves your laptop to the side and lays on you, putting his full body weight on you. 

Trying to wiggle out of his grasp, your laughs fill the room, “You’re such a pain in my ass, bug.” Peter would take your teasing any day if he was able to listen to your laughs, something else he would never admit. 

When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you notice his glasses are falling off of his nose. Pushing them back up, you lean in and kiss him. You hear him groan into your lips, almost like he needs your touch after a few hours of studying. “Yeah, true,” pulling away, you push his hair off of his face, “you secretly love it though; I know that for a fact.”

He huffs out air as he laughs, “You’re very confident in yourself.” A few seconds pass as the two of you sit in silence. “But you’re right,” he quickly and quietly mutters. 

As you giggle at his admission, he tightens his arms around you. It wasn’t long before you heard quiet snores leave his mouth. It looked like his study break was going to last longer than he expected. 

✰ author's note: hi everyone! long time no see (again). i hope you enjoyed this little one!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!! if you have a request, dont forget to send it in my ask box located in my bio!! ill see you next time, byeee!!!

[slvt4chrissturniolo]

groupie love

"it's so hard sometimes with the star"

"when you have to share him with everybody"

warnings: p in v, dom!chris, unprotected sex (dont do!!), pet names, stomach bulge, rough sex, slapping, degrading, fingering (all consensual)

summary: y/n begs for chris when he's busy on tour and filming

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the triplets are driving back to the hotel after their show. you hated having to be alone for so long each night when their on tour. you've been laying on your shared hotel bed texting chris

"chris please come back i need you so bad"

" gimme 10 more minutes, we just finished the meet and greets and now we're on our way there."

you were already dripping. you started to rub your clit, imagining your hands were chris's. you removed your pajama pants and shirt, leaving you in only your matching lacy, black bra and thong. your legs were shaking, aching for chris. you started to finger you're soaking wet cunt, but nothing was helping how needy you were.

it felt like hours of searching for relief. you heard footsteps walking up to your room and you knew they were chris's. he opened the door instantly closed and locked it. he walked up to you, grabbed your ankles, turned you pulling them right where he can fuck you. he was visibly rock hard. it drove him crazy thinking about you much needed him. he swiped his fingers across your pussy, and he smirked as he felt your juices leak onto his fingers.

"mm.. so wet f'me baby"

he wasted no time, he grabbed your thong and pulled it right off. he took his index and middle finger, and started to push them into you. as his fingers curled inside of you, your back arched off the bed. his eyes were staring into yours as you released a pornagraphic moan. assistant fingers pumped in and out of you, his free hand was being used to massage the bulge in his pants. he started to go faster and your breathing got heavier. you started to reach your high, but need more.

you were moving your hips with his fingers, you gripped onto the sheets, then chris's rist.

"i- more... please chr- chris" you struggled to say in between your moans.

"more what? gotta use your words princess."

you were a moaning mess, you couldn't even choke out a word. chris then started to shove his fingers in you at a rapid pace, causing you to scream his name. the room was filled with moans and the wet sounds coming from your heat. right when you stated to clench around him, he pulled out, making a pop sound. you let out a whine, bucking your hips up towards his fingers. he slapped your wet pussy and looked into your needy eyes

"You wouldn't stop talking when you were all needy, now you're all bitching and moaning"

he started to unbuckle his belt. he unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them down. you stared at him palm his hard cock through his boxers with an obvious wet patch. he threw his head back from the feeling, then he pulled his boxers down to his mid thigh. his member sprung out, standing straight up. he pumped his big veiny, dick a few times before pounding into you without warning. you let out a long moan, arching your back. there was a bulge on your stomach, chris pressed down on it.

"ohh chris- you're too- too big chr- chrissss"

he grabbed onto your hips to steady his fast speed. skin slapping and your shaky moans were heard from rooms away. chris lifted you up, then unclasped your bra. he continued pounding into your pussy. your tits were bouncing up and down until his hands found their way to them, holding, touching and playing with them. he started to grunt as he felt you clench on his cock. a knot formed in your stomach, and he started to rub your clit.

"i- I'm close.."

"cum f'me baby, say my name and cum all over my dick"

you scream his name while you let yourself release. seconds after chris shot his warm cum into you. you were gripping onto his arms as he thrusted a couple more times to calm you from your high. he pulled out you with a ring of your sticky white cum on his member. he pumped his dick a few times, extremely fast while looking into your fucked out face. more of his cum shot out, he rubbed it all over your pretty pussy. he used his fingers to push it inside of you. you were moaning from his touch. he then pushed his fingers into your open mouth reaching the back of your throat, you sucked on them without gagging.

"mmm yeah you like that? you enjoy tasting yourself? you little slut"

he took his fingers out and slapped your cheek. he smirked at seeing you like this. you whined as he pulled up his boxers and pants.

"I gotta go film a video with nick and matt, I'll be back in an hour"

he looked into your eyes. they were watering, your face was red, and your hair was a mess.

"I'm sorry y/n... I don't wanna leave you here all messy but I have to go"

he put your clothes back on, and handed you a water. he kissed you soft and gently.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

you said looking into his gorgeous eyes. he grabbed a hoodie walked out of the room.

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authors note: I feel like this was ass | send me requests in my inbox 🧡

[pianapplez]

I'm so tired of shows that absolutely ignore the source material and feel like they straight up don't understand what's important about it, just make a different show why even bother at this point.

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[jabberwockprince]

apparently it's way easier to plan scenes and plotpoints for a fanfic if i draw them first, so here we are <3 featuring me rambling abt this scene under the cut!!

i was specifically thinking about Haym and Rikki's entire relationship?

especially very early on, right when Rikki is properly assigned as Neon J's apprentice and whatnot. this was meant to be the moment Rikki realizes they're not coping very well with leaving Ban behind in Beachside Archipelago, and how they're actually gravitating towards Haym because of how similar he feels to Ban - yknow. being the same model and all

cause Rikki has some serious issues with needing absolute control over every aspect of their life. and right now, they're stuck with a job they don't exactly care for, trying desperately to suck up to Neon J so he'll actually promote Rikki to a DECENT job designing security bots for Vinyl City, not BABYSITTING 1010

(which isn't even babysitting, moreso than being monitored 24/7 in a localized space where they can't be shady since Neon J doesnt. trust them. at all. for various valid reasons)

so witnessing Haym pull some stupid but well-meaning stunt to force Rikki show off how good they are at fixing and repairing shit makes Rikki go????

A LITTLE FERAL????

BECAUSE THEY UNCONSCIOUSLY PROJECT ALL THEIR UNRESOLVED FEELINGS ABOUT BAN ONTO HAYM

but they only realize this when their body shuts down and cannot act the way they would've wanted, seeing Haym entirely fucking wrecked being very similar to how they found Ban when they first met makes them spiral a little

Haym doesn't even KNOW he's not the original Yellow model, he has his suspicions but is overall kept in the dark. befriending Rikki is something he does entirely out of genuine curiosity, motherfucker has no clue he's in the middle of a 4 year long unresolved break-up between two losers who are constantly pining after each other both romantically and platonically

im thinkingggg Haym might be seeking out Rikki's presence mostly because he's noticed that they treat him slightly different than the others. not necessarily better, just different enough to get him curious. so the need to build an identity away from 1010 as a group/unit and his inherent curiosity just gets him into this mess

[caimitos]

saw a post about projecting your ethnicity onto a character and started missing vespa ilkay. so so bad

[gaysaito]

vent .post

i want to watch i saw the tv glow but god my transness is just a depressing topic and the way ive generally seen posts abt it i think the whole movie is about ... ? accepting being trans /not ignoring it ? which has never been a problem ive ever related to . ive been out for over half a decade and known what i was since i was 12 as well as never identify with my agab. im so disconnected from other trans peoples experience in terms of that. also the whole "dont put it off/dont turn the tv off WHATVER" thing is . ive never put off transitioning and it has entirely been stalled so long due to the nhs .my transness is not something i can be proud of and its not something i can talk about without feeling upset because of how long ive been waiting /seeing other trans people i knew get help sooner due to private healthcare ect. i refuse to attend trans support groups because being around peoplewho HAVE been able to transition makes me so horribly upset. i cry at every single post i see about someone getting top surgery or having an anniversary of getting T i am the most horrible and miserable person on the planet when it comes to this. will i eversay this no . im happy theyre happy but goddamn if this isn't the main reason i want to kill myself !

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[phagodyke]

hour and a half unpaid overtime I think that's a new record for me. on a day where I was supposed to have no overtime no less. funny how I only have 3 of those this month and the 2 so far I've had to work overtime anyway 👍

[killjoy-prince]

today was a do nothing day for me huh

[sunflowerrboyy]

hmmmm thinking thoughts again

[yooniesim]

the people trying to gatekeep kpop from black people really don't know where kpop even comes from and it shows