#like so much of the show is fucking boring

[anothermaletfwriter]

Hey broo, my gay nerd roommate was insisting me so much to go with him to a new library and I finally agreed to 'cause I was bored and maybe I would see a hot busty babe around to have some fun with, but ever since entering this library hes been really annoying me about some weird smell, like WTF bro??

You and your roommate, Gavin, never really got along. As the pinnacle of a straight alpha bro, you had weekly ragers at the Pi Alpha Phi house with your fellow Asian alpha bros. With them, you all worked out together every day, and brought home a different woman or two every weekend. While you had free time in your room, you often flexed and grunted in front of your mirror for hours, appreciating your masculinity and Adonis physique. You didn’t wear those unnecessary chemicals called deodorants because they would mask your alpha scent. But your musk needed to be out in the world to show you are a true straight alpha male, much to the constant complaints of Gavin.

Unlike you, Gavin was a puny gay nerd. Not an ounce of muscle on his tiny frame. Things were awkward between the two of you since you had nothing in common. He studied frequently in your room and spent the weekends all night watching his little gay shows, often an obstacle whenever you tried to bring a horny hottie with you home from the bars. He paid attention in class and asked unnecessary questions about the lecture while you spent most of the class time flirting with the women next to you and joking with your bros rather than paying attention to your expensive education. You threw parties like no one could while he read poems at open-mic night in gay lounges. Despite you inviting him to your parties on multiple occasions, he always declined, stating he’s not that type of guy. While you jerked your girthy long member to hot women with their bouncing tits and wet pussy on your phone, he played with his meager two incher to men fucking each other. It never bothered you but sometimes you wished he was a straight alpha bro like you. He was missing out on the many pleasures of being a straight alpha male: the woman, the domination and the masculinity. He was a good guy but you often hoped one day he would flip the switch and become one of the bros.

Today, you accompanied him to a brand new library, which only nerds like him could ecstatic about. The library was nothing different from any other libraries so as you entered, you scratched your head, wondering why he was so excited about this. Probably some stupid nerd academic shit.

You picked a table adjacent to a group of sorority girls, sitting with a front row view of them. Gavin sat opposite from you, his back turned from the girls. They wouldn't have interested him anyway.

While Gavin typed textbook notes away on his iPad, you were staring at the group of hot chicks, pretending to study on your laptop. Like you, they weren’t truly studying, having their expensive Macbooks out while they gossiped about the latest mean girl drama in their sororities. You were imagining fucking their mouths and sliding your dick between their breasts and in their pussies when your focus was shattered.

Gavin called out your name.

You panicked, thinking you were caught. Oh shit. You quickly redirect your focus to him and his concerned face.

Gavin wiped his glasses while covering his nose with his hand, “Owen, do you smell that?”

You shook your head. The only thing you could smell was the barely touched sugar-loaded coffee that the sorority girls had, “Sorry bro, you know I don’t do deodorant,” You say as you stretched your arms, flexing you did arms yesterday.

“It’s not that. It’s more nutty. I’m not allergic to nuts though.”

"Just ignore it. It'll go away."

"Sorry, I can’t handle it. My entire body feels like its glowing,” He coughed before running off to the bathroom.

While you entertained the idea of staying behind and flirting with the group of girls, you were more concerned about Gavin. After all, he was your roommate. As you followed him, you noticed how he had grown in height. While you recalled him being more than a foot shorter than you, he appeared to be at your height now. Strange. Why would it be strange since he was always as tall as you? You were certain he got taller and you weren’t seeing things as you noticed he outgrew his jeans with his shins showing.

By the time you caught up with him in the bathroom, Gavin was frantically splashing water on his face, shrieking quietly. His jawline was a lot sharper and angular, slowly resembling an alpha bro. His jaw was not always like that.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I can still smell it. I feel like I’m burning up,” Gavin stepped away from the sink. He looked at you, his face looking more masculine with hard facial features and angles. Cold sink water dripped down from his sharp chin, “Help me out here, bro," His voice dropping octaves as his Adam's apple bulged out.

“I got your back, bro,” You helped him take of his sweat-drenched hoodie, revealing the ill-fitting tank top underneath. You couldn’t help but believe your eyes as you watched the rest of his body transform.

The tank top that once draped loosely over his chest was being squashed by his inflating pecs and a hard six pack that poked through the thin material. He squeezed his solid chest as the growth continued in the rest of his body. His shoulders cracked as his once stick arms that lacked definition began to burst with muscle, pumping up his veins that fueled testosterone to his biceps, which he cockily flexed instinctively. His pits reeked of manly musk like yours. He filled up his pants as his calves exploded into mountains from rigid leg work while his glutes firmed up, no longer flat. You looked down on his crotch and noticed he actually had a bulge for once. You figured it was as long as yours, the perfect length and girth for breeding women. He flexed and admired his ripped body and the alpha sensation he was emanating, he pulled up his tank top with his hand sliding down from his firm pecs to his rock hard abs in a cocky display. He even traced the peaks of his biceps, squeezing it like he was checking if he was dreaming. He resembled an alpha like you but he wasn’t one, he was a nerd.

You no longer remembered the times you came home from a frat parties to him snuggled in his bed watching cute gay romance shows but instead he was jerking his extensive member to straight porn, notably the ones you had recommended to him. He was your best friend in university. But you guys were basically strangers with opposite interests. You shared the same classes together but it’s not like that mattered, as you two always goofed off with each other while ogling at the women. You recalled the excitement when you find out the both of you were accepted into your frat and the week long bender and bar-hopping you two went on afterwards to celebrate. In the gym, you two always had a competition to see who could bench press more, it was a 50-50 chance so your other bros would bet on you two equally. Every party, event and rager you attended had Gavin tag along. You didn’t even have to ask him to come with you. That’s how much of best bros you two are. Even the women you would share around together to use and breed.

He washed his face, leaving whatever was remaining of his homosexuality down the sink. He was now a total straight alpha bro like you. His pecs bounced as he walks towards you, placing a meaty hand on your shoulder, stating he was fine now and the smell was gone.

Before you two left the bathroom, he asked, “You think we can bring those sorority girls sitting behind me home?”

“Of course, bro. You don’t have to ask” You patted his muscular back.

“Just asking, bro. You’re the expert of doing it after all.” He let out an extended, douchy laugh and so did you do.

You left the bathroom with your straight alpha best friend roommate with the successful goal of breeding those sorority girls. There was no friendship better than this. It was up to you and him to assert your dominating nature in the world and conquer women and fill them with your alpha seeds.

[menagerofmischief]

sweet as sin -> cl16

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tags: everyone's got normal lives (no F1), mentions of porn/OF, very very suggestive (or very light smut idk?), mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex toys

a/n: this is just an introduction to the au. if you have any ideas or things you think would go well with the au, send an ask and lmk <3

“Oh, I don’t know, Gwen!” You said, swirling your straw around in your drink as you eyed the friend. “Other than the fact I’m moving soon, my life is a bit too boring lately. I’m done with dating apps after the last big failure and I just need something interesting to happen!”

“You mean you need to get laid!” She accused, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she giddily sipped her mimosa, already a bit tipsy from all the previously consumed ones. “When was the last time you had a good orgasm?”

You coughed, nearly choking on your drink as you stared at her with wide eyes. “We’re so not talking about this!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘very long ago’,” Gwen said, eyeing you over the rim of her glass. “Just because you’re not dating doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun.”

“Didn’t you hear the part when I said how all the guys are sleazy and disgusting?”

She chuckled, flashing you a smile. “You can have fun on your own. Nothing wrong with that, in fact, it’s my favourite.”

“God,” you laughed, swatting her arm. “You’re definitely too drunk for 12 pm, Gwen.”

However much you tried to push it from your mind and deny, Gwen’s words stuck with you through the rest of the day. A constant echo in the back of your mind that played like a mocking tune whenever you found even a second free.

With a groan you pushed yourself up from your couch, the TV show playing on the screen already long abandoned. In the silence of your apartment you could hear every step you made, every thud of your feet against the ground seemed to echo like a thump of your heart within your chest.

You reached your bedside, eyes narrowed in a glare as you rummaged through the drawer in search of your old vibrator, an unfamiliar sensation stirring in your chest once you finally pulled it out, the thing still fully charged and ready to be used. 

You settled on the bed, head nestled on the pillow as you closed your eyes and tried to tease yourself but it was so damn hard when nothing came to mind. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you reached for your phone, holding it up in a slightly shaky hand you unlocked it and made your way onto the good old trusted … twitter porn.

Your fingers hesitated over a video of a guy. His face was half visible, but his body was in the full picture and he looked sweeter than sin. Hard abs, perfectly toned, arms worth salivating over. Yeah, the guy was made to be pornographic, that you were sure of.

You clicked play, watching as he teasingly ran his hands down his body, wrapping one big hand around his equally as big dick, the sound of his low groaning coming through the speaker.

A sigh slipped past your lips as you mimicked his movement, running your hands down your body, teasingly scraping your nails along your skin before slowly reaching your fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

The video ended just as your fingers reached your clit and a low spark of annoyance ran through you. “Fuck …” you muttured, staring at the replay button. Then the words under the video caught your attention.

Want more? Check out my OF ;)

Next to them was a link. Without thinking twice, or much, you pressed the link, watching as his OnlyFans page loaded up.

You glanced at the vibrator next to you on the bed, Gwen’s words, or more so the “You can have fun on your own,” echoing inside of your head once more.

“Fuck it!” You whispered into the darkness of your room, and then pressed the subscribe button.

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[liliesdiary]

➢Body Of A Porn Star

SYNOPSIS → After a long day of stalking you, his Valentine—Ghostface captures the infamous porn star, Soft Angel, and you're going to be the star of his porno.

PART ONE → Face Of An Angel

WORDS → (3.4k words)

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY → this porno contains mature themes, graphic content, and disturbing imagery. Viewer deception is strongly advised. Specific warnings include › pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, face fucking, knife play, violent threats, voyeurism, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes, forced porno!

AUTHOR’S NOTE → enjoy the porno my perverted angels <3 @babysbreathbabes @tooloudarts @dollfacemay @love-me-satoru @smoooth-buttercup @taylormarieee @loveryoushouldcomeoverr

「 🖱️CLICK TO PRESS PLAY 🖱️ 」

꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂

You look so dolled up for me, angel. The face of an angel and the body of a porn star.

Your heartbeat pounds like a dove trying to escape her cage once again as you read that message. Your eyes scanned around the room, searching for the masked man.

Your cunt started to throb once again, drenching those delicate pink panties that he so adores when you wear them during your livestreams.

꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂

“Are those pink panties meant just for me, my doll?”

His text arrives, each word laced with a seductive intoxication that wraps around your pretty body.

Your eyes look down at your phone once again, reading the pink glowing screen that shows more messages from him. He wouldn't stop messaging you. It was valentine's day and he wanted to slowly consume you.

꧁ᬊᬁ LOVESICK ANONYMOUS ᬊ᭄꧂

“I think we can have some fun today, doll. I fantasized about you all night long. Let's do something special today, something that I've been thinking about for months.”

Your heart stops as you think about the vile things he could have planned for you, yet your cunt yet you couldn't deny that the thought of being his trapped victim once again excited you as much as it scared you.

You kept choosing to not respond, pissing him off and making him lose his patience. You put your phone back in the pocket of your short skirt. You tried to concentrate on the boring lecture but messages overflowed the screen of your laptop, love sick threats and confessions from him.

He was like a fucking virus, a lovestruck ghost that kept haunting you. The lovesick attention made your heart throb, maybe this was just real romance.

Your gaze wanders once more as you hear a gentle knock on the classroom door. A student enters, carrying a stack of anonymous love letters in celebration of Valentine's Day. You find yourself holding your breath as the student approaches, their smile widening at the sight of the numerous letters you have received. An overwhelming wave of surprise washes over you—your lovesick admirer has penned an astonishing number of letters for you. Your cheeks flush with warmth as the chatter of your classmates fills the air, all gossiping about the amount you received.

"Wow, you must have a stalker," the student who delivered the letters quips, their tone lighthearted. You respond with a soft, feigned laugh that betrays a deeper sense of anxiety lurking beneath the surface.

You open your lovesick letters one by one, reading the obsessive writing. The pink letters were filled with rape threats, heartfelt love confessions and numerous of photos of your sleeping pretty face at night. It felt like he had twisted a knife in you once again.

You feel violated as you look at the photos of him in that infamous mask, that same mask he wore when he violated you and murdered your friends. In the photos, he posed next to your sleeping face, pulling your hair and forcing you to take a selfie as you lay unconscious.

But the next photo made you feel sick to your stomach, a picture of him holding his big cock against your sleeping face, the pink tip of his cock kissing your slightly parted plump lips.

You feel completely violated as you feel your body freeze. Why did your heart flutter at that? The thought of his dick being that close to your lips, the haunting reality of his invasion during the night, sends shivers through your heart, both trembling and fluttering in confusion.

Your eyes gaze upon one of his love letters and you read the bone chilling words.

“From the moment I stabbed you with my knife was the moment I knew that I wanted those pretty pathetic eyes to be mine. I stained your pretty body and I let you go. I couldn't seem to get you off my mind after that moment. I watched you from that very moment and stained you ever since.

You're my little trapped dove, you entered my cage the moment you started your little porn blog. That only fueled my obsession with you, I've been in your walls ever since. I've been watching you everyday, spoiling my little angel with gifts and money.

I want to film you. I want to hurt you. I want to love you. I want to hear you scream. I just want to make you mine. Keep being a good little slut for me like you've always been, and maybe I won't mutilate you by the time I'm done with you, soft angel. Love, your lovesick anonymous.”

Your face goes pale as your soft eyes tremble, you feel trapped as you read the letter. He had completely owned you. He always had.

The lecture is over and you're glued to your seat, your eyes trembling as you feel like a prey waiting to be mauled if you go back to your dorm room.

As you exit the classroom, an unsettling sensation washes over you; his predatory aura seems to envelop you once more, relentlessly pursuing your every step. You can’t shake the feeling of being his helpless prey, hunted by a relentless predator. Your legs quiver as you fasten your pace, the delicate pink heels of your shoes trembling with each hurried step.

You feel paranoid, your wide eyes trembling as you see someone hunting you down in the crowd of people. You try to get someone's attention but no one looks at you.

Your heart races uncontrollably as you catch sight of him, donning that mask—the very mask that has haunted your dreams—drawing closer with each passing moment as you sprint back toward your dorm room.

You reached your building and it was completely empty, everyone else was occupied with their classes. A surge of fear coursed through you as he pursued you to the room, seizing your hair with a rough grip and overpowering you as he secured the door behind you. Painful memories surged forth, causing your breath to quicken as he pinned you down.

It was him. It was him with a knife pressed against your throat, he compelled you into a kiss that was both sweet and long overdue. You whimpered, instinctively attempting to resist him, your teeth grazing his lip, but he retaliated with a fiercer bite. His obsession was palpable; he raised his mask slightly, forcing his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the taste of your soft tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving you feeling violated and powerless.

He then pulls away from your soft trembling body, “Happy Valentine's Day, my doll."

He found himself unable to pull his hands away from your trembling form, the scent of your fear intoxicating him. For what felt like an eternity, he had obsessively yearned for you. His gloved hands tightened around you, a clear indication that he had no intention of releasing you.

He was determined to compel you to love him, to cherish the way he violently yearned for you. His desire was to possess you, to leave an indelible mark upon you.

You tremble and feel the urge to run away but you can't move your body. The sight of him with that same exact knife that took your friend's life, it made you sick to your stomach.

He reveled in your broken expression, akin to a deer caught in the headlights, and seized you roughly, drawing you closer. In a low, intimate whisper, he remarked, “You truly live up to your name when you tremble like that, soft angel.” With a sinister grace, he traced the razor-sharp blade—the same one that had inflicted pain upon you long ago—along your cleavage.

Your body quivered under his touch, reduced to a mere plaything in his hands, as he manipulated you like a lifeless doll.

“N-No! Stop!” You screamed but your voice was muffled against his rough hand. He lets out a sadistic chuckle as he looks at your old scar, the one he created. You had attempted to cover it up with the soft angel tattoo, which made him extremely jealous.

He then pressed the knife against your skin, locking his gaze with yours as he etched his mark upon your soft angel tattoo. Once again, he branded you, tainting your body anew. Painful memories surged, leaving you feeling utterly defeated as you collapsed into his awaiting arms once more.

He had carved his name into you, the brand on your infamous tattoo, replacing your identity. You felt completely owned by him. He then bent down and overwhelmed you with his perverted hands as he manhandled you into the bed. You feel the blood dripping down your body as he lays you down on the bed.

With a subtle lift of his mask, he revealed his lips to you, crashing them against yours with a fervor that claimed your mouth as his own. “You belong to me.” he repeated, his grip tightening around your throat while his lips wandered across your soft body.

“You look so pretty to me, doll. Such a good little doll for me, making me feel fucking lovesick for you.” He said with his predatory voice, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands roamed around your doll-like outfit, he feels a sense of ownership as he sees the outfit you put on specifically for him.

He then raised his sharp knife to your pretty face and threatened you, “Now be a good porn star and sit on your chair, or I'll stab you again.”

You quickly sit on your pink streaming chair trembling at his threat. He was so sweet to you.

You tremble as you wait for his next command. He goes on your computer and clicks on your porn blog, thousands of people already lining up in your live queue that he set up an hour before.

He looks at you, “My sweet angel, put your hands behind your back, let's give your fans a well deserved Valentine's gift.” He said as he tied your pretty body to the chair, binding you and completely restraining your naked body.

You were extremely vulnerable with him, your wet holes exposed to him and the ready webcam in front of you.

The pink restraints and ropes traveled along your bambi body, your body helpless as your predator’s eyes roamed around your blood stained body. His hands tied your weak ankles covered in the dripping blood to your chair, making sure you can't escape him.

���I've always fantasized about this very moment, the moment where I have my little angel trapped and vulnerable, easier to violate and break.”

Your eyes tremble as you look up at him as you finally speak, “Please be gentle, Mr Ghostface.”

He lets out a dark chuckle and caresses your glossy lips, “I'll be gentle as long as you're a good doll for me.”

Before he gags you, he gives you a rough passionate kiss, ruining your lipgloss as he claimed you. He pulled your infamous pink mask over your face, hiding your identity as you were both wearing infamous masks. He stared into your eyes so sweetly, caressing your masked face as he took time to cherish this long awaited moment.

“Are you ready, soft angel?”

「 Press Start 」

“Happy Valentine's Day” He says darkly as the chat starts to load. He forces you to face the webcam, spinning the chair and forcing your mouth open with a spider gag.

The chat was excited to see you violated on camera by who they assumed was just a porn actor. He groped your perfect round tits as he watched people join the live.

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LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED

♡ ︎ ChristianJay44 » you look so pretty tied up

♡ ︎ taintbj » soft angel has her first guest?

♡ ︎ icky_brat » ghostface??

♡ ︎ martindilf » I see you've got a Valentine.

♡ ︎SoftLover » is she bleeding?

♡ ︎maxxdirector » is ghostface going to make her his next stabbing victim? i'm looking forward to that

♡ ︎Brat_Tamer » fucking slut

♡ ︎psychokiller88 » pathetic little angel, getting fucked by a serial killer?

The chat erupted with excitement, thousands flocking to witness your first guest, the notorious serial killer. Your face flushed a deep pink, mirroring the hue of your mask. A wave of shame washed over you as you felt utterly exposed, the audience bearing witness to their infamous porn star, the soft angel, surrendering her virginity to a psychopath.

Everyone thought you were truly pathetic yet they couldn't stop watching. You were gagged and forced to stare at the camera, your wide heart eyes making the chat fall in love with your Valentine's gift for them.

The mask man behind you caressed your tied up body as you trembled in your seat. He traced the pink ropes with the tip of his sharp knife causing your body to flinch with each sharp touch. It felt so fucking thrilling for you. His trapped little angel at his mercy, broadcasted on your soft porn blog.

With his dark guttural voice he spoke to your fans, “Welcome to the stream everyone, doesn't our soft angel look so pretty today? Doesn't she have the body of a porn star?”

He then roughly pulled your hair, “Today I have planned a beloved valentine's gift for her fans.”

Your chat flooded with mixed reactions, some of your loyal admirers felt a twinge of jealousy, while others were undeniably captivated, their sweet donations pouring in relentlessly.

You gaze up at him with wide, trembling eyes, silently pleading for gentleness as he asserts his claim over your body, yet his firm grip on your hair instills a sense of fear. He perceives your quivering state, a smirk playing beneath his mask—a mask you utterly despise. “It’s alright, my sweet doll. I promise to be gentle, just continue to look lovely for the camera,” He says, fixing your pink ribbons in your nicely done braids that he'll use as handles.

He gently tilted your head slightly towards the camera, positioning you perfectly to be his plaything, making you look like his doll for the camera. Your mouth was forced open with the gag, you were reduced to a sex doll for him, and you loved it.

His member was large and veined, the tip brushing against your full lips. You were angelic, your eyes gently yielding to your captor, a submissive look that stirred his obsession even more deeply within him.

Your pretty pink blow job lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock, tears leaking from your eyes as he forced himself deeper, using your mouth like a cheap fuck toy. your tongue feels repulsed as you let the man who killed your friends use you like this, yet your cunt couldn't stop throbbing at the sweet way he treated you.

He used your head gently, gripping it possessively as he fucked your soft throat. He fantasized about this moment for so long, his fantasies could never truly compare to reality though. He felt so pleased as he used you like this, he thought you were so fucking pathetic, but you were his pathetic little angel.

You were completely helpless, your mouth forced open as he used you so sweetly in front of thousands. He caressed your cunt gently, his arousal growing as he felt how drenched you are. He gripped your hair and leaned in, his dark sinister voice sending a cold chill down your delicate spine, “You’re so fucking wet, you're enjoying this so much.”

And fuck, he was right. You were enjoying this so much. Your face was flustered as you were broadcasted live, showing everyone how much of a slut you were. You glanced at your screen and saw the amount of people watching the live, your glass heart shattered.

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LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED

♡ Oldperv » overfill her mouth with cum

♡ Fauxxx4 » she's a fucking slut, look at the way she's enjoying this

♡ Dsxirex » fuckkk

♡ Bunnny25 » never take that gag off of her

♡ Wolfsbane » the hottest thing I've ever watched

♡ LittleAngel33 » she looks so helpless

♡ Red lights_728 » fucking pathetic

♡ Sluttyporn » fuck her mouth harder

The masked man saw the amount of people watching your live and let out a dark chuckle, tightening his grip on your braided hair as he fucked your mouth, “How do you feel about thousands of your fans watching me fuck your pretty mouth?”

Your heart trembles as you stare at the webcam like a helpless victim. The amount of people watching you being defiled by your attacker made your heart shatter. Your wide trembling eyes only made him fuck your mouth harder. “You have no idea how much I love your pretty eyes, you look like an angel when they tremble like that.”

He then violently gripped your aching throat and forced his cock deeper into your pretty mouth. You let out a loud gag that made your face flushed under your mask. You whimper around his cock as he obsessively thrusted into your mouth. He'd been craving your mouth for so long, the feeling of being inside of you made his heart beat violently over you. He loved the way you couldn't resist his cock, he could feel your tongue wrapping around his cock trying to pleasure him as he assaulted your mouth, it made him fall in love with how pathetic you were.

His dark obsessive eyes beneath that mask made you sick. You hated how he knew how pathetic you were for him. You belonged to him, even if you denied it, your body could never forget his stain on you.

He then quickly grabbed his knife and held it to your soft throat, “You belong to me.”

He was insane and consumed with obsession, fucking your forced open mouth with increasing intensity. He made sure to get you on camera, gagging and struggling to take his big cock as your plump lips wrapped around his cock.

Your delicate glass heart raced as he humiliated you before thousands of your viewers. Tears threatened to spill from your trembling eyes, for he was not as gentle as he had promised; yet, he tenderly wiped them away, leaving your heart in a tumult of conflicting emotions. You looked like a broken little dove and he reveled in that.

The way he gently caressed your masked face as he violated you made your heart flutter, you felt so filthy for loving the way he violated you. You could feel your heart racing faster with each violent thrust, you could feel your cunt matching its rhythm.

He could feel the way your filthy body is reacting to your defilement, he could tell that you were enjoying this. He lets out a dark psychotic chuckle, “Did I break you already, pretty little dove?”

He then started to roughly rub his boot into your drenched cunt, making you drool on his cock more as he obsessively desired to defile your angelic body even more.

“You're enjoying this so much. I think I'm falling deeper in love with you.”

With one last violent thrust, he overfilled your pretty mouth with his cum, staining your lips and forcing you to open your mouth to the fans.

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♡ Drugged Brat » fuck..her mouth is overfilling with cum

♡ Mollymydrinnk » fucking cumslut

♡ Tamer61 » never stop

♡ Anonymous_Reaper » she was born to be used like that

♡ Yourstalker » make her cry more

♡ daddyslittleslut » she's so pretty when she cries

♡ Chainedx91 » fuck her overfilling mouth

♡ DerrangedIndividual » getting fucked by a serial killer in front of thousands, the perfect valentine's date

You force yourself to swallow as he commanded you to, he read the comments out loud to you and chuckled at the way your fans degraded you. You fucking hated his deep chuckle, it always filled you with a blood curling fear.

“How does it feel to be watched and defiled like this? Does it feel humiliating?” He said so cruelly.

Of course it felt fucking humiliating. You felt so exposed and vulnerable as thousands witnessed and masturbated to your defilement. Tears threatened to spill, yet his tender caress against your lips ignited a flutter in your heart once more. He was both gentle and arousingly cruel to you.

“Shh..it's okay, my delicate angel.” He said as he took the tight gag off of you, your jaw felt so relieved as you could finally close your mouth.

He then repositioned you onto the bed as your delicate body trembled. He groped your body pervertedly, the camera capturing every moment. He kept whispering into your ear and praising you, making you flinch as he kept touching your reopened scar.

His hands and eyes could never leave the bleeding scar he inflicted upon you, it was like he was proud of himself but ruining your soft skin once again. He was like a man starved for your defilement.

He then hastily tore away your pink panties, the ones he had admired for such a long time. Setting them aside, he intended to take them later. With a roughness that made you whimper, he forcefully spread your legs apart.

"You’re a virgin, aren’t you, sweet angel?" he said, his grip on your jaw firm as he compelled you to meet his masked gaze. You hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently, fear keeping you from uttering a falsehood.

With a sinister smile hidden beneath his mask, “Let me violate you and finally claim your body then.”

[Let Him Pop Your Cherry?]

「 YES 」 OR 「 NO 」

[sturn777]

FRATBOY!CHRIS SEES YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME.

CHRIS ISN'T USED TO BEING SPEECHLESS. but when you walk into the frat house, dressed to kill, heels clicking against the floor like you own the place—he damn near forgets how to breathe.

you don’t even spare him a glance, too busy fixing your lip gloss in the reflection of your phone camera, looking wholly unimpressed with the sea of drunk, sloppy guys around you.

“who’s that?” chris mutters to matt, eyes locked on you as you make your way to the bar, your dress hugging every curve just right.

“don’t even try,” matt snorts, clapping him on the shoulder. “she’d eat you alive.”

chris ignores him, already making his way over. because if there’s one thing he loves, it’s a challenge.

and you? you look like the type of girl who makes men beg.

he slides in beside you, resting an elbow on the bar, flashing that cocky grin that gets him out of trouble more often than not. “you look lost, sweetheart.”

your gaze flicks to him, bored and unimpressed. “do i?”

his smirk falters for a split second. he’s used to girls eating up the frat boy charm, melting at the attention of chris sturniolo, but you don’t even bat an eye.

“yeah,” he recovers quickly, leaning in just enough to get a whiff of whatever expensive perfume you’re wearing. “but lucky for you, i know my way around.”

“oh, how kind,” you deadpan, giving him a slow once over. “lemme guess. you’re gonna offer me a drink, then spend the whole night trying to get in my pants?”

chris blinks. “i mean—”

“because if that’s the plan, just save us both the trouble and go bother some other girl instead.”

jesus christ.

he should walk away.

he should.

but instead, he just grins, because if anything, you’ve just made him more interested.

“you think i’m that predictable, huh?” he muses, tilting his head as he watches you sip your drink, lips glossy and shining under the dim lights.

you arch a perfect brow. “i think you’re like every other frat boy in here. same cologne, same cocky attitude, same—” your gaze flicks down, lips twitching “silver chain.”

“you’re brutal.”

“i’m honest.”

chris laughs, shaking his head. “alright, darlin'. what does a guy have to do to impress you, then?”

you tilt your head, pretending to think it over. “hmm… not be a frat boy for starters.”

he places a hand over his chest, mock-offended. “ouch.”

you roll your eyes. “seriously? you’re actually still here?”

“yep,” he grins, popping the ‘p.’

you exhale through your nose, setting your drink down with a little too much force. “you just love annoying girls, don’t you?”

“only the ones who look this good when they’re pissed off,” he quips, eyes flickering down to where your dress hugs your waist.

you suck in a sharp breath, and for the first time all night, chris sees something in your expression other than thinly veiled irritation.

intrigue.

“cute,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“so, what’s your deal?” he presses, watching you twirl a manicured finger around the rim of your glass. “you show up looking like a fucking dream just to roll your eyes at everyone?”

you smirk. “maybe.”

“so you like the attention.”

“i like watching guys make fools of themselves over me.”

“huh,” he hums, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. “you get off on that, huh? leading guys on, watching them chase you?”

“why? you jealous?”

“nah,” chris says easily, sipping his beer. “just tryna figure out what makes you tick.”

you lean in, eyes flickering down to his lips. “you sure you can handle the answer?”

his grip tightens around his bottle. fuck.

he’s been with cocky girls before. girls who tease, who like the push and pull, the chase.

but you?

you’re something else.

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[darkmarkmarauder]

Call me and I’ll come - S.S.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x you

You should have known better by now.

Should’ve known that getting your feelings hurt was just part of the deal when it came to Sebastian Sallow.

Because he never promised you anything, did he? He never said he was yours, never whispered I love you when his hands were all over you, hot against your skin, when he fucked you like he actually meant it.

Sebastian Sallow was not a good person.

That was fine, though, because neither were you.

Whatever this was between you—this thing—that was built on the kind of pleasure that left bruises and bite marks and bad decisions. It was never meant to be sweet. Never meant to be kind.

And yet, there he was. Playing at chivalry, walking Poppy Sweeting back to her dorm like she was something to be protected. Like she hadn’t spent the past seven years getting under your skin, all sunshine smiles and Holier Than Thou bullshit.

You weren’t sure why you even followed them. Maybe it was the way Poppy's laugh rang through the corridor, soft and sweet, like she wasn’t the most insufferable person on the planet. Maybe it was the way Sebastian looked at her—really looked at her—as if she were saying something worth listening to. The thought made your stomach churn. You had him first. Had him beneath you, above you, inside you. You should’ve been the only thing occupying that wicked little mind of his.

But no. He was escorting her back to her fucking Hufflepuff common room like some noble gentleman. Heart-of-gold-ass-bitch. God, you hated her.

So you had a little fun.

Just a little.

Legilimency was easy when your target was oblivious. You slipped into her mind without so much as a whisper, poking at her thoughts, nudging her attention away from whatever painfully dull story she was telling him. Watching her stumble through sentences, lose her train of thought, look almost dizzy with confusion. Sebastian’s brows furrowed as she trailed off mid-sentence, blinking rapidly.

“You alright?” he asked, concern evident in his tone. That made your teeth grind. So concerned for little Miss Perfect.

Poppy nodded quickly, but she was uneasy now. You could feel her nerves, the confusion settling deep. You kept at it—poking, prying, twisting little intrusive thoughts through the cracks of her consciousness.

Poppy winced, pressing a hand to her temple. “I… I don’t know. I just feel a little—”

You rolled your eyes. Pathetic. You got bored of that real quick. Whispering under your breath you sent a nauseating little hex and she was doubled over, face paling, gagging.

Sebastian stepped back, startled. “Poppy?”

“Uh, I think—I think I need to go lie down,” she groaned, turning away hastily.

You strolled up behind Sebastian just as Poppy stumbled off, pouting mockingly. "Aw, hope she feels better."

You barely kept the smirk off your face as Poppy disappeared into her common room, her face pale as she clutched her stomach. Whatever. She’d be fine. Maybe next time, she’d learn not to bat her pretty little lashes at your Sebastian.

Not that he was yours.

Sebastian turned to you the moment she disappeared, a slow, disbelieving shake of his head. His lips twitched in amusement, but his eyes were anything but.

"Yeah, okay, princess, we’re really gonna pretend?"

You folded your arms, feigning innocence. "Not sure what you mean, Sallow."

"Cut the shit," he scoffed, stepping closer, the scent of fresh pine, something unmistakably him filling the space between you. "The second she started looking like she might kneel over, I knew you were up to something. And then—what? you just coincidentally show up the moment she leaves? Please."

You rolled your eyes. "Please," you mimicked, voice dripping with mockery. "What, am I not allowed to take a little evening stroll?"

Sebastian let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Right. Because you, of all people, just love late-night walks around the Hufflepuff dorms. Admit it, you’re jealous."

That word. Jealous. You bristled at it, anger flashing hot through your veins.

"Of what, exactly?" You sneered. "Little Miss I-Save-Orphaned-Dragons? Please. You think I’m worried about you wasting your time with a boring little goody-two-shoes like her?"

His jaw tensed, and fuck, you loved getting under his skin.

"You’re so full of shit," he muttered, voice dropping an octave. "What was it? You didn’t like seeing me with her? Didn’t like the thought of me walking her back? Maybe—" he took another step closer, and you refused to move back, even as your breath caught in your throat— "maybe you didn’t like knowing she actually enjoys my company without having to spread her legs first."

The words hit like a slap. You felt them crack through your ribs, shatter through your lungs. But you weren’t about to let him see it.

"Wow," you let out a sharp laugh, masking the ache blooming in your chest. "That’s rich, coming from the guy who can’t seem to keep his hands off me."

Sebastian tilted his head, brown eyes dark and unreadable. "Yeah?" he mused, his tone almost taunting. "Maybe I should try. Since it’s not like you’re anything special."

You sucked in a sharp breath.

"Fuck you," you spat.

Sebastian smirked, slow and lazy, his words venomous. "You already did. And if I recall, you come crawling back every single time."

Your vision blurred red. Your nails dug into your palms, the sting barely grounding you. You wanted to hex him. Wanted to make him hurt the way his words made your chest feel like it was caving in.

But instead, you took a step back.

"Go fuck yourself, Sallow."

And then you turned on your heel walking away, fists clenched, heart pounding, body burning with fury and something you weren’t ready to name. Jealousy.

Behind you, Sebastian let out a sharp exhale.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, voice laced with something that almost sounded like regret.

You were drunk when you called him.

Drunk and pissed off and reckless.

You’d heard about it from Imelda—how Sebastian had actually taken Poppy on a date, how he’d sat with her at The Three Broomsticks, bought her a drink, showed her a good time. How they sat together at dinner.

You refused to look at him for the rest of the day. You ignored him in class, in the halls, in the library. You ignored him even when he tried to get your attention, knocking his knee against yours under the desk, whispering your name when the professor wasn’t looking. You ignored him all the way up until tonight.

Right up until the moment you floo-called him from your room.

The moment he picked up, his voice came through the flames, exasperated but familiar. “What do you want?”

“Come over.” You softly demanded.

He sighed. “I’m busy.”

You leaned in, let your voice drop lower, silkier. “Didn’t ask if you were busy, Sallow. I said come over.”

A pause. He wasn’t even pretending to think about it—the sound of him moving, the clink of his belt as he got dressed . “Give me ten.”

You grinned.

Of course he’d come. He always did.

It didn’t matter how much he flirted with Poppy, how much he tried to pretend there was something there. It didn’t matter if she was sweet and kind and everything you weren’t.

Because at the end of the day, when you called—he answered.

Always.

Not even a minute later, there he was, disheveled, eyes swirling with something that looked like relief. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie loosened like he had rushed here.

You smirked. “Didn’t think you’d come.”

He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “You’re such a fucking piece of work, you know that?”

You didn't bother responding as his dark eyes bore into yours. Tilting your head slightly, biting your lip before yanking him inside, fingers wrapped around this tie as the door slammed shut behind him.

Yeah. Poppy Sweeting didn't stand a fucking chance.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

a/n: raw, next question.

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[chrissturnsfav]

⋆˙⟡♡ fratboy!chris tries to braid your hair

it's a thursday afternoon, and you're hanging out with chris at the frat house in his unmade bed. the air smells like his body wash mixed with the faintest hint of weed, and he’s lying next to you, scrolling on his phone like you’re not even there.

you’re watching some trashy reality show on his tv, but you're getting bored quickly. so you turn your head, looking at him. "you should try to braid my hair."

chris doesn’t even glance up, scoffing under his breath. "absolutely the fuck not."

"why?" you whine and nudge his arm dramatically.

"kid, i dunno how to do that shit," he mumbles, picking his head up to glare at you, but you know there isn't any meaning behind it.

"i’ll teach you," you shrug, already shifting to sit between his legs, back pressed against his chest. you grab his wrist and shove a section of your hair into his hand. "c'monnn. it'll be funny."

chris sighs as if you’re asking him to wipe your ass, rolling his eyes, but his fingers lazily start messing with your hair anyway. "what do i do?" he huffs.

"separate it into three sections."

"the fuck is a section?" he scoffs, his brows furrowing in deep confusion.

"oh my god," you groan in frustration, tilting your head back against his chest. "you are so fucking stupid."

"nah, you’re just bad at explainin’ shit," he fires back, still holding your hair like it personally offended him. "what the fuck do i do?"

"okay, listen," you say, grabbing his hands and forcing his fingers to separate your hair. "this—this is a section. you need three. ’kay?"

chris mutters something under his breath, but his hands follow yours as you guide him through the motions. he’s stiff at first, fingers moving way too rough, and then he just gets lazy, like he’s already over it.

he lets out the most exaggerated groan, head tipping back against the headboard. "yeah, m’out," he declares, immediately dropping your hair from his grasp.

you spin around so fast you nearly knock into him. "no. no. pick it up."

"nah, fuck that," he says, already reaching for his phone. "i don’t got the patience for this shit."

you grab his wrist before he can even unlock it. "do it."

he levels you with the driest, most unimpressed look, annoyed. "why d'you care so much?"

"becauuuse," you whine, huffing as you glare at him. "you’re not about to half-ass my hair and then just quit."

he stares at you, then flicks his eyes to the TV, then back to you, clearly debating if it’s worth the fight. "fuck," he mutters, running a hand down his face before snatching your hair back. "you're fuckin' annoying as shit."

chris mutters more curses under his breath, but he keeps braiding—or, well, attempting to braid—until he finally ties off the end with your hair tie and flings your hair over your shoulder. "there. now leave me alone," he grumbles, grabbing his phone again.

you grab your phone and check the camera, and the second you see the disaster on your head, you lose it. "chris. chris. what the fuck is this?" you choke out between laughter.

he barely glances up from his phone. "a fuckin' braid, kid, you asked me to do this shit," he huffs, shooting you an annoyed glare.

you blink at him, still in disbelief. "no, it's not."

he barely reacts, still just scrolling. "yeah, it is."

"chris." you shove his arm. "look at it," you huff, whipping your head around to show the back of your head with the so-called braid in your hair.

chris groans dramatically, rolling his eyes as he flops down back against his pillow, "i don't care, kid, enough with this bullshit, you're gonna piss me off."

"just look at it, just for a second," you huff, frowning at him as you grab his forearm.

"no," he mumbles, pulling his arm out of your grip. "don’t ever ask me to do that shit again."

you turn, aiming a light slap at his chest, but he catches your wrist and yanks you down until you’re practically face-planted against his shoulder.

"oh my god, let me go," you grumble, squirming against him, whining into his shoulder.

"nah," he says, smirking as he tightens his grip. "since you wanna be like that, you can stay right here."

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[takendruid]

This is the video! I saw it and was pretty interested. There are some things I just don’t agree with in the video, but the bit about concept-based vs gameplay-based games made me have my epiphany. I think the actual point comes from a take I massively disagree with, but yeah.

Massive Bleach spoilers ahead, but I haven’t been able to talk about this with anyone other than my friend because Bleach fans are boring asf people who don’t care about trauma and the effects of trauma and being killed like I do. Because I’m a Jason Todd fan. But I’m gonna go on a huge fucking ramble because… I need to talk about this and have someone listen to me.

I’m a huge mental health, trauma, and realistic trauma responses freak when it comes to characters. People acknowledging characters having PTSD makes me so happy, which is why I love the fandom around Jason so much. BECAUSE PEOPLE ACKNOWLEDGE HIS TRAUMA!!

One of my favourite characters in media is Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach, and I have heard not a single person even whisper about the fact that he blatantly has PTSD, or should at least be heavily affected by the shit he went through. Yes, he’s an anime protagonist so he can’t really have it for story reasons, but… HE VERY CLEARLY DOES HAVE IT! AND HE VERY CLEARLY HAS SURVIVOR’S GUILT!! This is why I love Evangelion so much.

Ichigo’s ENTIRE motivation for becoming a Soul Reaper (I’m a dub watcher) and wanting to help people is because his mother was killed protecting him. One of the reasons season 1 of Bleach is my favourite animated arc is because of how much it actually delves into the fact that Ichigo was severely affected by his mother’s passing. His entire personality, his entire person, his entire motivations and desires were fundamentally changed because of that one event when he was 9. It’s talked about so much in season 1 and I LOVE IT!!! Obviously it’s redundant to constantly bring it up over the rest of the series, but I’m certain Ichigo and Bleach are why I’m such a freak over this stuff.

BUT IT GETS EVEN BETTER!! Because in the final arc, he can’t get to his final level of power because the trauma of losing his mum IS STILL AFFECTING HIM! HE STILL HASN’T BEEN ABLE TO MOVE ON AND HEAL DESPITE EVERYTHING! Until his dad finally tells him what really happened, and it allows Ichigo to finally move on, heal, and accept that IT WASN’T HIS FAULT HIS MUM DIED!! AND THEN HE GETS HIS FINAL POWER UP!!!!! I love Ichigo so much, he’s an amazingly well-done and grounded protagonist.

It upsets me that people hate him as a protagonist, and say he’s unrelatable because he is extremely relatable (also I kin him a lot. I haven’t lost any parents per se, but I see myself in him). Those guys just want a loud, silly guy who isn’t scowling 24/7 and isn’t objectively the straight man the entire show. BUT THAT’S WHAT I LOVE. Like I’m sorry, we can’t have silly loud guys who are extremely goofy for all three of the Big 3, Goku will never be a Big 3 protagonist because he is the founding father of those three anime/manga.

Also Ichigo… in less than 12 hours, died TWICE in EXTREMELY TRAUMATIC WAYS to the SAME FUCKING GUY and then COMES BACK without ANY TIME TO MENTALLY PROCESS. I have been a Bleach and Ichigo fan for 13 years, and a Jason Todd fan for about 3 months. Jason didn’t need to teach me anything because I can use my own brain to realise that DYING IS TRAUMATIC. I need Ichigo with PTSD around dying. Please. For the love of god. He was 16. He acts and looks older than 16 so I think everyone forgets how young he actually fucking was, but he was killed twice at 16 within the span of 12 hours without any time to process because he had to continue fighting, and then go to the World of the Living to fight another even bigger threat; where he ends up watching his friends and comrades all get cut down and nearly killed, EVEN HIS OWN DAD AND MENTORS. And then he’s stuck fighting for 3 months to unlock a power that will LOSE HIM HIS POWERS THAT HE’S ONLY HAD FOR ABOUT 8 MONTHS.

Jason Todd 🤝 Ichigo Kurosaki: dying as a teenager, and also fighting bad guys, and isn’t really able to properly get therapy about it because what? The fuck? Do you mean? You died and came back?????

Only four people knows he has died, only two people know he has died TWICE.

But to go onto that second death. Holy fucking shit.

I have not seen a single person talk about how much this affected Ichigo mentally. No one. Not a single person.

It’s extremely clear it affected Ichigo in-universe, because he can’t use his hollow mask correctly after it, and he’s very clearly shaken up by it when he sees it with his own two eyes. And yeah, you could argue “well if it’s focused on in the story then there’s no need to talk about it otherwise” I THINK BATMAN FANS WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU. Because that’s just something I really like with Batman as a whole, and Batman fans. In-universe, and in fandom, people talk about Bruce’s trauma, Dick’s trauma, Jason’s trauma. The entire reason Bruce is Batman and Dick became Robin is because of the trauma of losing their parents. In Batman & Robin: Year One, Bruce literally says “as a trauma survivor” like?? This stuff is talked about frequently, and acknowledged. And I never see the same thing with manga…

Anyway, Ichigo doesn’t get time to process this. Maybe he does in the 18 months where he’s not a Shinigami, but he doesn’t get time to process it before losing his powers. Yes, he’s fighting in a time warp thing for 3 months when it’s actually 1 or 2 hours irl in-universe, so maybe he gets time to think about it during that… but he’s more focused on learning the final Getsuga Tensho to take down the ultimate evil bastard of the series at the time.

Again, sorry this rant is even longer. Can you tell I have been waiting to talk to someone about this? /lh

Gotham Knights is so fun when you don’t have a little bitch in your ear telling you it’s shit, and that Arkham Knight is better

[olderthannetfic]

I don't like the Disney LA's. Don't really need to go into it, everything has been said. But here's the thing I don't get. Why the fuck isn't Disney at least redoing their "worst" movies, I don't even mean for 100% accuracies sake either, but like Pocahontas. Either do a proper retelling, probably too dark, or do a revamp, give some Native American indigenous people the chance to make their own fantasy retelling of their own folk lore or a fusion between reality and fantasy. Like, sure some people love the movie. Right. But this is a case where the LA would give the people a chance to fucking break free of the colonialist and whitewashing of history, and the plight of the indigenous.

Or even redo the Frog Princess movie, because even though it had some good points, a lot of people had issues with how certain parts where handled, and how the story played out.

Nope, let's do movies where people preferred the original, and where it shows how little of a shit you give about actual diversity and giving people roles that are wholly their own. Where you're doing a less exciting and much more boring version of the original. (I know HTTYD isn't Disney, but that's also an example, why the fuck make a shot for shot remake with boring ass real life humans, when the original was good enough already? Just so people can abuse the poor actors? Thanks you fucksticks.)

(I'm not gonna go deeper into that either, because there was a submission last year that specifically pointed out that just because you reskin a European fairy tale, doesn't make it not European, or smth. And that there's nothing stopping Disney from actually adapting an actual cultural fairy tale from outside Europe, especially since there are culture specific variations of different fairy tales in other places, I think one example given was Cinderella, which also has a Vietnamese version and so on.)

--

Money.

The reason they do or don't do these things is money.

[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ p1h drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 dom!keeho x fem!reader x sub!intak

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k

request: “why are you both being such brats right now?” + dacryphilia

contains: threesome, bratty!sub!reader, brat tamer!keeho, unprotected sex, dacryphilia kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, impact play, face slapping (m/f), spanking (f!rec), degradation kink, pet names, light choking (m!rec), oral sex (m!rec), creampie, praise kink (m!rec)

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Intak whimpers - one of many irrepressible noises that won't stop escaping his trembling lips. Few disjointed words slip into the chain of hopeless sounds he creates and you can tell he's begging you to keep going.

Your eyes flicker at his face that's contorted in pure desperation only to catch him gulp while clenching at the bed sheets - something you didn't see him do the first time he came in your mouth half an hour ago.

He sounds so close... and scared that you might slip away again.

Behind you, Keeho glides himself in and out of you - in a restful pace that allows him to observe the scene below him properly. His fingertips, sinking into your ass cheeks, detach every now and then to spank you, depending on your behavior.

A moment passes, and the two boys raise their voices; there's a vast contrast in their tones - Intak is utterly defeated meanwhile Keeho sounds simply peeved. But undeniably, their complaints are united in a singular target.

You.

“Did I say you can do that?!” Keeho narrows his eyes as his palm lands harshly onto your ass, heating up your skin. His voice, edged with irritation clashes with Intak's whines of protest. “Why don’t you just do as you’re told...” His hips bump purposely to jolt you forward. “It would be so much easier for you.”

“But,” you pout before Keeho's heavy hand strikes you again, almost erasing the thoughts in your brain for a moment. “I like playing with him.” Your lips, puffy and glistening from so much slobbering around Intak's dick, curl into a perky smile, showing you’re feeling far from bad about your actions. “He likes it too, right, baby boy?”

Intak's eyes flutter open at the presence of your hand on his tensing abs. He nods silently, because every word at this point only gets stuck inside his throat every time he attempts to speak.

As you look at each other you notice glimmering tears at the corners of his eyes, threatening to wet his cheeks. They stun you, but then Keeho pulls out, signaling you to turn around which steals your chance to say anything about it.

He leaves the bed, and you move to kneel near the edge, blinking up curiously at his hovering naked figure.

“This isn’t your freakin’ playground, sweetheart.”

“Please.” You giggle, unbothered, because you know that's how you turn him on. “Both of you would be bored out of your minds if it weren't for me to keep things fun.”

“Have you already forgotten what happens to brats when they run their mouths like you?” Keeho's fingers ghost along your jaw; they press just beneath your chin to force it up. Approving of the way you suddenly don't have anything to say, he continues with a single scornful twitch of his lips. “Neither of you is gonna get to cum anytime soon.”

“That's not fair!” Intak whines behind you.

“Are you sure about this? You sounded pretty close earlier when you were fucking me.” Your lustful gaze softens slightly as an artificial concern settles on your face.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Keeho tilts your head to the side.

Your pulse jumps the second his slap lands on your cheek, unexpected. The stinging thrill seeps through your skin, teasing that knot of pleasure inside you.

This is what you wanted.

“Why are you both being such brats right now?!” Keeho hisses, gazing into your eyes that keep provoking him with irresistible spark of challenge. “You,” his tone turns lower, signaling you to focus; to listen carefully, “go slap him the way I slapped you. Now.”

The moment you turn around to face Intak, he huffs, sitting up as you crawl closer.

“Please, just do as you're told!” His brows knit together the more he pleads through exhausted little whines. “I can't wait like this any longer, I need you, p-please...”

“Me?” You whisper, caressing the side of his pretty face you're about to punish. You pity him, almost. He didn’t do anything except be nice and obedient.

For that, you invite him inside you before you do anything else.

The wet, tight wrapping of your walls has Intak groaning on the instant. His head falls back as the stimulation overpowers his whole body, but you're quick to adjust it by getting a hold of his neck.

“Good boy,” you coo, strengthening your motions with Keeho’s gaze lingering all over your silhouette. “Good, good boy.”

Intak’s half-lidded eyes barely remain upon you, but the bold slap snaps his focus back. Unlike you, to him that arousing thrill is new; it floods his veins with more adrenaline than he can handle and in the process of your hips grinding against him - he releases inside you.

It was accidental; he didn’t have any willpower left in his body to control it, to fight back the burning temptation coming from the grip of your pussy.

He didn’t even have time to acknowledge it’s about to happen. His mind was completely clouded.

Until your soft lips press against his forehead and kiss away the droplets of sweat, slowly bringing him back in the moment with each peck.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, too flustered to meet your eyes.

“Shh, you did so well,” your thumb erase the silent tears trickling down his cheek. “You deserve it.”

To Intak, this feels like another praise with how tender your touch feels on his skin.

Keeho watches the interesting scene unfold in front of his eyes; there’s evident amusement glinting inside as he follows your actions simultaneously entertained by all the ideas they give him - for new possible ways to tame you.

“Not all punishments need to be made right away,” he finally speaks up after a moment of silence.

You can tell he’s aware of the effects this will have on you just by the change in his voice; it’s suddenly too calm.

“What are you going to do now?”

“It’s simple,” Keeho says, fingers gripping on the roots of your hair; not roughly, but definitely indicating that he’s done going easy on you. “Now, I’m just gonna fuck you the way brats get fucked, because I’m not in the mood to deal with your attitude, okay? And next time you come over is when I’m gonna teach you a lesson or two. Tell me you understood.”

“I understood.” You say, biting down on your lip to suppress the bubbling excitement.

You knew you could always count on your neighbors for a good time.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[pro-depresanti]

Hi ;-) may i Request a OS with Val x female reader when reader gets jealous of the attention he pays to his fav toy while lunch break?

Again, I'm so sorry this took so long, this has been sitting in the drafts almost finished, I genuinely forgot it existed. Hope it was worth the wait!

Tags: fem!Reader, possessive behavior (kinda), fear kink (kinda???), mirror smut, fingering, size kink (but that's a given lol), roofies (NOT used on the Reader)

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It's a well known fact Valentino isn't the type to settle down in any sense of the word. He's always looking for something new, whether that be substances, whores, or kinks. You're used to it, there's no other option but to accept that that's just who Val is.

You are no whore, however. It's evident in the way he doesn't let anyone as much as glance your way with hungry eyes and live to tell the tale. You're his, and that's final. That's why you aren't one of his actors. The only reason you come into the studio is to keep Valentino entertained during boring sessions and for an honest second opinion, nothing else. The thought of you participating in a shoot doesn't enter neither yours, nor Val's mind.

And, you know how Val recruites new workers. Charm, charisma, flirting, empty promises, poured to the brim glasses, vulgar words and touches, you know all of his tricks.

The film scenario for the day is pretty straight forward – a naive and innocent princess gets lost in the woods and gets destroyed by the big and scary forest monster.

The princess is a brand new actress, and has much to learn, fumbles over words, trips, flails around ungracefully, is dramatic even by porn's standards. You find it odd how understanding and patient Val is with her, but hey, that's just his tactic sometimes, trying not to scare her off from the get go. The illusion of glamour has to stay for at least a bit.

The woman in question is some kind of aquatic demon. Big expressive eyes, scales that blend into the bridge of her nose and cheeks like freckles, long wavy hair, small hands with webs between the fingers. She's more cute than sexy, perfect for the role. She still has that spark in her eyes, the promise of fame and glory fresh on her mind, thinking that she will be the new star of Hell, that Val will fall in love with her and they will live happily ever after.

Today just isn't a good shooting day. The other actor, a bear demon that's almost as tall as Val and with forearms as thick as your waist has no idea how to remove the corset the actress is wearing. Tearing the ribbon that's tying it proves just as difficult.

Eventually, Val is so pissed off he calls another actor for replacement. While waiting for the other guy to show up, Valentino calls for a lunch break, which is an oddity even in itself. Ugh, you'd have to deal with pissed off Val the whole evening once the shooting is wrapped up for the day.

"Did I do something wrong?" The actress asks. She actually looks nervous, poor thing. She'll learn soon enough to shut the fuck up if Val isn't in the mood.

"Oh no no, baby, you're doing just amazing," Valentino replies sweetly.

He's really pushing his good guy act on this one. He even bends down to fix up her corset that's now unsymmetrically tied from all the pulling and yanking. The woman giggles like a damn schoolgirl getting the first compliment in her life.

You can't help but raise an eyebrow when Val leads her over and gestures for her to sit in his chair. He then crouches down in front of her, resting his top set of forearms on her knees and looking up at her far too lovingly for your liking.

"Let's get you something to eat while we wait, yeah? Or a drink, to loosen up those nerves?"

She smiles back. "A Manhattan would be nice."

Valentino nods. "Right on it."

He actually goes to get her a damn cocktail. Valentino, the Overlord of Lust and Depravity, goes to get a cocktail for some wannabe–

"He's so nice, isn't he?" She tells you, kicking her legs happily. "All my friends were like 'don't sell your soul, he's going to use and abuse you', yadda yadda, but he's not like that! He just puts on a scary persona so people respect him more!"

You nod along. Sure, sure, Val is just a misunderstood guy with a heart of gold that he keeps locked up and saved just for her. Two weeks before her dreams shatter, tops.

"I can't believe I'm actually here! I've always wanted to be on TV! It's all so fancy, and the guy who did my makeup was super nice too! Look at that winged eyeliner! I actually feel like a princess!"

Mm-hmm, a real princess would totally wear a dress that's so short it barely covers half of her ass. Whatever, she can dream all she wants, it's none of your business. You won't be the one to ruin her hope, it will happen naturally.

You've heard it all before. The new recruits, especially the women, usually gravitate towards you during the breaks, since you're the only one here not fussing over equipment or high out of your mind. You make yourself approachable, adding yet another layer to the illusion. It's the same song and dance every time, and you're used to playing along with whatever lies Valentino has personally crafted for each one.

"But enough about me, what about you? You've been sitting here the entire time, don't you have work to do?"

You freeze up. Who the fuck does she thinks she is??? But, apparently she takes your flabbergasted silence for an invitation to continue blabbering.

"I mean, when I saw you I assumed you'd be part of the crew, setting up the lights or something. You don't strike me as one of the actors, you know? It's just a gut feeling, you don't look the part. Val wants only the prettiest girls for his projects, right? The men can be the ugliest creatures imaginable and no one would care, it's all about the women being top of the line. Val's been telling me everything about his work, I know a thing or two. I just figured you'd be... working on something behind the camera? So, what's your job?"

She is high on something, right? There's no way she just said that to the demon who's spent the entire time sitting right besides Val. Obviously she wouldn't be this stupid, right?!

You plaster on a smile. Now who isn't fit for an actor? "Oh, I'm Val's personal assistant. Help him with ideas, review scripts," you squint playfully, lowering your tone, "keep him company at night. It's a lot of work, really, I barely catch a blink of sleep, if you know what I mean." It's cheesey as all hell, but all scripts must be adjusted to the likes of the audience.

She laughs forcefully. "Funny, I haven't heard anything about you." Obviously, Val has to make every new bitch think they're the cream of the crop, he wouldn't be boasting around that the position is taken.

Speak of the Devil, Val finally reappears. He hands the actress the glass, and you don't comment on the ever so slight pink hue of the alcohol. It's on her to accept a drink from a pimp.

Val looks at you. "Oh, you two met? Say, what do you think? She's a natural, isn't she?" You've heard that tone before, the drawn out words, the fake smile and the ever so slight squint of his eyes.

"Yeah. You've gotten yourself a catch."

The woman smiles, her perfect teeth contasting with her lipstick. She sips on her cocktail, completely oblivious that in five minutes she won't be able to think straight. "Thanks for the drink."

"Only the best for my future stars." If he doesn't stop soon this woman's ego is going to get bigger than Vox's, which says a lot. "I have so many plans for you, just you wait."

With how behind schedule they are this movie better break some records to compensate. The opening section taking the entire morning was entirely on her.

"Speaking of plans," Val continues, "we should go out tonight, to celebrate your debut. There's this new restaurant I've been meaning to visit. You can come to my room after the shooting to freshen up."

The actress squeaks. Literally squeaks like a dog chew toy. You mentally scream. Val hasn't taken you on a date in a long while because he's so busy. But he has time for her?! She's already signed the contract, no need being this extra. "Yeah– yes, of course, Val! I'll be flattered!"

"And when are we going on a date?" You throw in, phrasing it as a joke as best as you can through the agitation.

"No one is talking to you, darling," the actress scoffs. Sheesh, high school bully much?

You're left speechless. You glance at Valentino, then at the new whore, then back at him, expecting some sort of reaction. Val has killed for less disrespect towards you before, what the hell?!

"Good," Val coos, as if he hasn't heard anything. "Wait." He grabs her chin. "Your lipstick is smudged."

She gasps dramatically. "Where, I didn't–" she's pulled into a kiss before she can finish the sentence. And, you stare. Val gives kisses sparingly, he has to keep some things actually intimate after all, so the gesture feels extra special. You blink, dumbfounded as they exchange tongues and spit. You haven't seen him kiss anyone, besides you and Vox, in ages. What the actual fuck has gotten into him?!

"There," Val says innocently when he pulls back, caressing her face. "Better get that fix it." He stands up and shouts for the makeup artist.

She nods and skips, fucking skips to the dressing rooms.

Once out of sight, Valentino stares you dead in the eyes, fake smile dropping. "What's with that look on your face?"

"Nothing?"

"You think I'm blind?!" He snaps. Well, he would be considered legally blind, but you aren't stupid enough to voice that out.

"No– no, just, I don't know what you're talking about."

Val nods slowly. "Mm-hmm, you're not looking at her like you're about to drag her by the hair through the entire floor."

"I'm not–" you say sharply. Val just grabs you by the arm and pulls you to one of the empty dressing rooms. The door shuts with a bang behind you, the giant mirror rattling as you're thrown onto the floor.

Val stares you down, expression neutral, which is his equivalent of 'five seconds away from tearing someone apart'. "Stand up," he commands, voice leveled.

You scramble to your feet, fighting every instinct not to curl in to yourself. It will do you no good. Your gaze stays locked to the ground.

"My eyes are up here, amorcito."

You bring your head up to look at him, clenching your fists by your sides.

"Now," he says slowly, "let's try this again. What is your problem?"

"Nothing!"

He cups your cheek. "I can't let you run your mouth in public. You sit, you smile, you look pretty. That's your job. So, pray tell," claws dig dangerously close to your eye, "what has gotten into you today?"

"I–" you try to take a deep breath to calm down, "I– it's nothing, really, I swear!"

He bends down, squinting at you like he's trying to read your thoughts. You gulp, heart racing, not daring to even blink.

You don't know what's the right answer he expects, and knowing him, anything you say could be turned against you if he's in the mood to take his anger out. You settle on the safest option, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, it won't happen again."

He tilts his head, frowning. "But you did nothing wrong, why are you apologizing?" His tone drips like honey, thick and slow and overly sweet.

You swallow the dryness in your throat. "I– I shouldn't have said anything, and, I shouldn't have looked at her like that. It won't happen again."

He clicks his tongue, and that's the moment you realize you're absolutely screwed. He chuckles under his breath. "Are you... are you jealous?" He grins, satisfied like you've been caught right in the act. "Bebita can't handle the attention being on someone else?"

"I, um..."

"It's an easy question, 'yes' or 'no'?" He coos softly, and it just makes your head spiral with fear further.

You take in a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. "No– no, it's not like that!"

Valentino's gentle expression melts away. "You can't lie for shit," he says, stone cold.

You can, it's part of your job, but not to him. Never him. He knows your tells better than even yourself. Apologizing would just dig your grave deeper. You clench your jaw in some attempt to stop yourself from trembling. Today just isn't a productive day, and now that frustration will be let out on you, nothing can get you out of the situation. You just have to take it.

He waits for a response for what feels like eternity, one of the longest five seconds of your afterlife. He then straightens himself to his full height, glances around the room, then turns his back on you.

"Step up," he orders, low and measured, as he nods towards the makeup chair set in front of the vanity.

You wordlessly obey, your legs shaking as you balance yourself to stand straight and not topple over.

Even with the added height, the top of your head doesn't quite reach up to his chest. He stalks behind you, slowly, gracefully, sizing up both of your reflections. He leans against your back, almost enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, his wings fully open to frame you in. Your cheeks get gripped harshly, but not as harshy as he could, just enough to keep your head in place. The force causes your lips to pucker up ever so slightly.

"You think she's prettier than you, is that it?" A palm settles on your lower stomach, goes up slowly underneath your shirt, purposefully lifting the fabric up, the cold air pricking the exposed skin. "You think I would settle for anything but the best?"

Your eyes meet their reflexion, the fright evident in them, the tension in your shouders just as visible.

You shake your head as much as you can, sucking in air as he gropes your chest. "No, of course not," you manage to get out so quickly it's barely intelligible.

He hums to himself, another hand snaking down your pants, beneath the band of your panties. "Maybe that– oh! Would you look at that!"

Your breathing hitched as two fingers caress you, gathering up the wetness and bringing it up in one smooth stroke. You could lie to yourself all you want, that it's the smoke permanently soaked into the walls of the studio, that Valentino has long conditioned into you that fear and arousal are things that go together, that the shear proximity of him promises pleasure, but at the end of the day there's no excuse as to why you're even slightly turned on.

"Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this," he mocks as he sinks his fingers into you, claws just a threat of pain but oh so careful not to actually harm. He angles the heel of his hand just right against your clit.

Your knees buckle, your whole body jerks and you pitifully try to brace yourself on the vanity to keep your balance.

There's no time for that, Valentino lays his palm flat on your sternum and pushes you back. "You lean on me," he says sharply, before his voice softens, "there, there, I've got you."

You blink quickly, vision unfocused.

"You think she sounds hotter than you, maybe? Mind giving a demonstration?" He angles his fingers up with precision, claws glazing you just enough to make themselves known, and you whimper, no pretence or exaggeration. The pitch of your voice makes your cheeks heat up, only half in embarrassment.

He kisses your jaw, lingers there for a moment. You can feel the smug expression against your skin. "Perfect. And again." He repeats the motion, harder, and your whine goes up in volume.

At last, he leans his head against your shoulder, captures your gaze in the reflection. "And pray tell, would I be getting any whore off while running behind schedule?"

"No," you breathe out. "No–" you cut yourself off with a whine.

"Good. And what do we say when someone is doing something nice for us?"

"Thank you," you suck in air. "Thank you, thank you– Val–"

He brings your face up, squeezing your cheeks enough for his claws to leave indents. "Remember that only I get to see you like this. Only I get to make you feel good."

You try to nod, your breathing quick and shallow. You don't get the time to ask for permission before you cum, sharp and sudden. He doesn't let you ride it out, his pace doesn't falter until you're shaking so much you actually worry about toppling over. Luckily, he pulls back, letting you catch your breath.

He turns your head to look at you properly, studying your expression. "There. Now, are you going to calm down?"

You force yourself to reply. "Yes, yes, I'll be good."

He croons, caressing your cheek. "Was that so hard? Seriously, comparing yourself to that whore? Please." He nods to something in the back, you follow with your eyes, catching a glimpse of the blue camera in the corner, nothing how Val's wings are fully shielding you from its view. "She gets to be drooled over by the entire Ring. You are for my eyes only, got it?"

You nod hastily.

You grin and you don't care how ridiculously you look. "Yes, Val."

He offers a hand to help you get down from the chair, which you take without hesitation. "Be nice, I'm taking you somewhere on Sunday if you behave."

"I will, promise."

"Let's get back to this mess." He throws one last glance at you. "Chin up, bebita. You aren't a whore, fucking act like you actually belong next to me."

He walks out first, or rather, stomps, back to his agitated director self. "Is the replacement here already?! We're behind, pronto!"

The actress is sitting straight on the floor, swaying. You walk past her on purpose, give her a wink. "Come on, darling. Don't just sit there, you have a job to do!"

[sansaemmabuffy]

People who think Better Call Saul was the best show ever are an automatic red flag for me

[keferon]

May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

something that drives me super crazy forever and always is the “do you want to hear my story?” / “yes. yes!” exchange. like, daniel is in every way a hostage of that situation. he’s going to say he thinks armand is interesting! he’s going to agree to anything armand presents to him because he’s hoping armand will show him just a little bit of mercy. i think armand must know this, even though he’s asking these questions out of desperation rather than some test. it’s not an uncommon thing to armand, the vampire who likes the hunt. likes to have humans as his mercy the way he has daniel. but i like to think that, while daniel agreed because he felt he had no other choice, he also agreed because it was the truth. armand can read minds and he thinks that’s awesome. daniel wants to hear his story because he thinks armand is interesting, and he wants to hear the stories of people he thinks are interesting. i like to think that armand took a peek inside daniel’s mind, expecting to see nothing more than fear and survival instinct. he sees those things, but more than that he sees truth. genuine curiosity. daniel, given the choice, would want to know him. that’s why, for a moment, he gives in — tells daniel his first memory. that’s why, to armand, he’s so fascinating.

[johanna-swann]

"911's most intense season yet!" - According to whom???

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[crabrangoonluvr]

cabaret is trending on tiktok due to recent events, and reading the comments on videos of the performances is chilling. like i’m glad that you hate nazis, you got that point, but the amount of people commenting like “the ending shocked me, this character becoming a nazi was so surprising” is not fun. and not in a way that’s necessarily their fault, but i think it demonstrates privilege to have that twist work on you. i couldn’t stop thinking about the nazis the entire time, i genuinely can’t fathom forgetting about it and not expecting these kinds of betrayals. and the fact that this doesn’t seem to be the experience of the majority of people watching it makes me realize exactly how much nazis are not a tangible danger in the eyes of so many people. in a play set during the fall of the weimar republic, they can and do forget about the nazis.