#nate x will

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

2x2 | 3x10

[tedlassosource]

3.10 | 3.11 (aka nate sneaking into richmond to personally deliver a handwritten apology and kind gesture to will, then checking in with him to make sure one of the people he wronged most wants him back at the club as well)

[nathaniel-donovan]

with: @will-york where: Will's home.

After spending some time talking to Simon and Percy he made his way over towards Will's home, letting himself in without necessarily knocking and there's an instant smile that appears the second he sees Will. "I'm gonna kiss Percy one day and he'll fall in love with me, you know, I feel it." while his tone was light-hearted, there was still some honest belief in what he was saying as he gave his brother a glance over, lingering several seconds longer on his ankle. As he placed a take-out bag down beside Will - one he didn't ask for, yet one Nate still got - he gave him a peck on the cheek before finally sitting down. "How're you? Want me to take you out? Take your mind off.." he made a small gesture towards Will's leg.

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[bi-dykes]

Listen I- I- I see a similarity-

[mattsmunch]

── ⋆｡𖦹 ! friends? - m.s

MEAN!matt stunriolo x fem!reader

✎: “ fuck, that’s it ma, take what’s yours,"

ᝰ.ᐟ WC: 6.8k

⚠︎: matt is an asshole in this i apologize, MEANdom!matt x CRYBABYsub!reader, SMUT, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), oral (m! receiving), slightly public?? (if you squint), FWB!, and more..

⟢ REQUESTED?: no! request r open tho :)

⟢ AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, "inspiration" or plagiarism. NOT proof read, sorry for any typos :,) + potential part two to this, lmk if you’d like that :3

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the hot tears streamed down your face like a river as you frantically pushed your way through the crowded hallway, the press of warm bodies making the path forward arduous. the thundering bass of the blaring music was so loud it felt like your head was going to explode.

with a huff, you scurried past the long line of people waiting for the bathroom and began desperately banging on the door, your fists striking the chipped wood hard.

the irritated voice of the stranger behind the door called out from within, “hey, ease up on the door, man.”

you force the door open, causing the stranger to stumble back with a disgruntled scoff, shoving past you with a huff. you disregard the shouted protests of the rowdy, intoxicated frat kids as you quickly slam the door shut and lock it tight.

gripping the grimy counter top, you ignore the sticky residue that stains your hands as you break down into tears, the sobs muffled by the roaring music that blares through the walls of the house. the red lighting accentuates the glossy sheen of your wet eyes.

you gaze into the mirror, taking in the sight of yourself with your mascara streaming down your cheeks, ruining the painstakingly applied smokey eye you had spent practically hours perfecting. it was a look Matt had complimented, and now it was ruined. the red smudge of your lipstick, thanks to the half-hearted kiss Matt planted on your mouth before pulling you into the frat house, only adds to the mess. you shake your head in annoyance, letting out a contemptuous scoff.

“you’re a fucking idiot,” you mutter under your breath, realizing just how foolish you had been. the sweet words Matt had whispered to you after his tongue had explored parts of your body no one else had, just hours ago, now sounded like honeyed lies.

your pity party is suddenly interrupted as several loud bangs echo against the flimsy bathroom door, causing you to jump in surprise. the last forceful blow finally causes the door to crack open, revealing the familiar eyes, a shade so dark that you struggle to discern their usual color. the owner of those eyes stares down at you with a furious glare that instantly makes you shrink.

his jaw is set in a tight scowl as he storms inside the small bathroom, yelling out profanities for the people in the hallway to "get lost." the door shuts behind him with a firm slam, creating a resounding echo.

you watch his every move like a hawk, your chest heaving rapidly as he advances towards you. your legs instinctively propel you backwards until your back is firmly pressed against the cold surface of the bathroom counter.

“what’s with the dramatics?” he spits out, placing both of his hands on either side of you and gripping the counter with such force that his knuckles are turning white, even in the dim red lighting.

you choke out a bewildered response, sniffling as you attempt to blink away the tears.

"w-what? i-"

he cuts you off, throwing a hand up towards your face with a frustrated huff. "why the hell are you crying, y/n?"

as you ignore him, your teeth dig into your lip as your gaze drifts to the ground, the image of him holding the girl’s hips against his own imprinted in your mind. it’s the same way he was holding you that very morning, and the memory only makes the tears well up in your eyes. you suck in a deep, shuddering breath, wrapping your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to find some comfort.

Matt groans, his fingers slowly gripping your jaw and forcefully tilting your head up to look at him. his voice drips with fake concern as he asks, "why are you crying, angel?"

his thumb gently brushes against your cheek, catching a stray tear and wiping it away. your bottom lip trembles as you look at his face, his features deliberately softened to match his sickly sweet tone. for a moment, you're almost fooled by it. almost.

you grab Matt's wrist and forcefully pull it away from your face as you turn back towards the mirror, blinking away your tears and bristling with anger.

he sighs, placing his hand gently on your hip and leaning his head into your shoulder, his lips brushing against the skin behind your ear. "talk to me," he coaxes in a soft voice, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

"i have nothing to say to you," you mutter petulantly, attempting to shrug him off your neck but only causing his grip on your hip to tighten forcefully.

Matt's patience snaps as he fumes, "i asked you a damn question. answer me."

you lick your lips, tasting the salty tears that ran over them only moments ago. sighing as your eyes fill with tears, again.

"you... you kissed her," you stammer out, your voice quivering as you stare back at him through the mirror's reflection. his eyes dart around your face for a minute before he slowly forces you to turn around, his hand gently cupping your face once again.

"why did you kiss her, Matt?" you murmur, your voice dripping with insecurity. his eyes slowly roam over your face, a small sinister smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he listens to your words. each syllable that passes through your lips digs your heart deeper into your chest.

Matt licked his lips softly as a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "it didn't mean anything, angel, you know that," he cooed in a soft tone, his tongue clicking against his teeth as you shook your head and swallowed your tears.

"doesn’t matter, Matt. you kissed her. in front of me!" you exclaimed, practically whining as your tears continued to roll down your face, landing on the hand he was using to cup your cheeks.

"c'mere, ma," he whispered gently, pulling your face towards his as he pressed his lips against yours.

the kiss starts as a gentle, reassuring gesture, but quickly escalates into a desperate, frenzied exchange of teeth and tongue. your fingers weave through his brown curls, tugging at them as he hoists you up by your hips and places you on the dusty counter. in the heat of the moment, you forget about the dirty surface and pull him in closer, determined to prove a point through this kiss. you need to show him that you're the only one he needs, just as he's the only one you need.

your tears and the taste of alcohol create an intoxicating mix as you desperately cling to each other, Matt pulling away with a deep, guttural groan.

your breath hitches as you look into his eyes, the weight of his question sinking in. despite his actions just moments ago, his gaze is now filled with a sense of ownership that both scares and intrigues you.

you slowly nod your head, your voice coming out in a whisper as you reply, "always been yours, Matt." my lip stick is smudge around his mouth, the dark color of it sticking out in the lighting.

his smile widens at your response, his grip on your chin tightening ever so slightly as he leans in to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck.

"damn right you are," he mutters against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along the sensitive skin.

his kisses send shivers down your spine, your breath hitching as his lips find their way to your earlobe. he gently nips at the skin there, leaving a faint mark as he whispers into your ear, "you belong to me y/n. only me."

your heart skips a beat at his possessive tone, his words stirring something deep within you. you find yourself nodding again, whispering back, "only yours, Matt."

he hums in approval, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you closer.

he pulls you off the counter, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and slowly pushing you down to the tiled floor. his words are laced with a possessive edge as he asks, "gonna show me, hm? show me whose you are?"

your bare knee makes contact with the rough bathmat on the floor, the hard spots creating a slight discomfort. but your thoughts are quickly discarded as you hear the sound of Matt unzipping his jeans, your gaze darting up to meet his. your hands reflexively settle on his thighs, your eyes never leaving his as you anticipate what's to come.

Matt's intense blue eyes bore into yours as he slowly lowers his zipper, revealing the tantalizing V-shape leading down to his groin. his large hands grasp your slender shoulders, fingers digging in possessively.

“there she is…my beautiful girl" he rasps, voice thick with lust. “always look so pretty on your knees for me."

he fists a hand in your hair, guiding your face closer to his cock until you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. the musky scent of his own arousal fills your nostrils, making your head spin.

Matt tilts your chin up with a finger, forcing you to meet his heated gaze. a smirk plays at the corner of his sensual lips as he takes in your flushed cheeks and parted mouth.

"i've been thinking about these sweet lips wrapped around my dick all day," he growls lowly. "been imagining fucking that tight little throat until you're choking on my cum."

his grip on your hair tightens, holding you firmly in place as he rubs the leaking tip of his cock over your closed lips. pre-cum smears across your soft skin, marking you as his.

"do you want it, baby? want me to stuff that pretty little mouth full of my cock?" Matt taunts, grinding himself against your face. "c’mon, show me how much better than her you are."

you swallow hard, feeling yourself flush even hotter at Matt's dirty words. you part your lips slightly, letting your warm breath ghost over his swollen tip.

“please Matt...need it so bad- wanna taste you, make you feel good.” you look up at him through your lashes, e/c eyes dark with desire.

the ache between your legs and the need to prove his statement correct has you feeling very bold, sticking out your tongue and licking a slow stripe up the underside of Matt's shaft, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum. your tongue circles the tip, lapping up every drop before opening wide and taking him into the wet heat of your mouth.

Matt groans, hips jerking forward as your warm mouth envelops him. he watches, transfixed, as your plump lips stretch around his girth, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

"that's it- take it all like a good girl," he encourages, fingers tightening in your hair. "fuck, your mouth always feels s’good..."

he starts thrusting shallowly, not pushing too deep yet, letting you adjust to the size of him. each gentle pump of his hips rocks your head back slightly, sending vibrations through his length and against your tongue.

“mmmph...” you moan around his cock as he continues to gently thrust, the vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth. your free hand slides between your legs, rubbing small circles over your clit through the damp fabric of your panties as you focus on pleasuring Matt.

"you love sucking my cock, don't you? can't get enough of tasting me," Matt teases, eyes flashing with dominance. "bet you'd let me do anything to you right now, wouldn't you, baby?"

you pull back slightly, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and nodding eagerly. then, with a sultry smile, you take him deeper, swallowing around his thickness as you begin bobbing your head in earnest.

your nails dig into his thighs as you pick up speed, saliva dripping down your chin to mix with the precum coating your lips. the hand between your legs quickens its pace, rubbing you harder as you suck Matt off with wild abandon, determined to prove you're better than that other girl.

Matt's breath hitches as you swallow around him, the sensation of your throat muscles gripping his cock sending shivers down his spine. he leans back against the wall, one hand braced beside his head while the other tangles in your hair, urging you to take even more of him.

"that's it, fuck yeah, suck my cock just like that," he praises, voice strained with pleasure. "gonna make you take every drop of my cum, baby."

his hips start moving faster, pumping in and out of your mouth with increasing intensity. the wet sounds of your oral efforts fill the room, mingling with Matt's ragged breathing and the occasional grunt of satisfaction.

just when you think he might blow, Matt suddenly pulls out, his cock slick with saliva.

before you can protest the loss, Matt lifts you underneath your shoulders and spins you around, bending you over the edge of the sink. he swiftly bunches up the bottom of your dress he kicks your legs apart, exposing your soaked panties to the cool air.

"look at these, all wet for me already," he chuckles darkly, ripping the delicate fabric aside. "gonna fill this pussy up real good, watch." his fingers tangle in your hair and he forces your head up to look at you from behind in the mirror.

without warning, he slams into you, burying his thick cock to the hilt in one powerful thrust. you drop your head, crying out at the sudden intrusion, back arching as your body adjusts to accommodate his size.

Matt sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with animalistic ferocity. the force of his thrusts jolts you forward with each stroke, the sink creaking under the impact. your hips dig into the edge of the counter with each thrust, bruises already forming from the impact.

the pain of being stretched so abruptly gives way to intense pleasure as Matt continues to drill into you, hitting that perfect spot inside with every rough snap of his hips. your cries of discomfort morph into high-pitched whimpers of ecstasy, echoing off the tiled walls. you were entirely grateful for all the noise currently happening in the frat house.

your hands grip on the counter, knuckles white as you try to steady yourself against the relentless pounding. Matt's balls slap against your clit with each deep plunge, the lewd sound mixing with the squelch of your juices and his grunts of effort.

"fucking hell, you're so tight," Matt growls, sweat beading on his brow as he loses himself in the primal rhythm of rutting. "take it ma, take my cock like you were made for it."

Matt grips your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with a harsh grunt. he yanks your head back up so you’re looking in the mirror, your reflection showing your glazed eyes, slack mouth, and the obscene sight of the small bulge in your tummy from his thick shaft plunging into your pussy.

"watch yourself getting fucked, baby," he commands, voice low and husky. "see how good i fill you up?"

with each punishing thrust, he ensures you remain locked in place, forced to witness the messy creating between your spread thighs. the mirrored glass captures every detail - the flush spreading across your chest, the way your breasts bounce in your dress with the force of his strokes, the desperate moans escaping your lips. your face is covered in a mixture of sweat, tears, mascara and saliva.

Matt reaches around and yanks the front of your dress down, your breast immediately spilling out giving him access to pinch and roll your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. "that's it, look at how my cock stretches you open,"

he punctuates his words with a particularly hard slam, making you gasp and your eyes widen in the mirror. his hand leaves your breast to trail down your stomach, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spreads you wider, giving himself an unobstructed view of where they're joined.

"fuckin’ love seeing my cock disappear into your tight little cunt," Matt rasps, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. "you were made for this, weren't you? for taking my cock and loving every second of it."

the combination of his dirty talk, the sting of his touch, and the relentless pounding sends you hurtling towards climax. Your inner walls clench around him, trying to milk his cock for all it's worth as you teeter on the brink, desperate for release.

your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one punctuated by the lewd slap of skin on skin as Matt continues to pound into you. sweat drips down your temples, stinging your eyes, but you barely notice, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

in the mirror, your reflection shows a face contorted in pleasure, cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lips parted in silent cries. Your tits bounce wildly with each brutal thrust, the rosy peaks straining upwards as if begging for attention.

when Matt's fingers find your clit again, you throw your head back with a keening wail, the pressure building to a fever pitch within you. your nails scrape painfully against the countertop as you struggle to ground yourself, the world narrowing to the searing heat of his cock and the electrifying friction of his touch.

"M-Matt- im...im gonna..." you babble away, your orgasm inching its way closer and closer.

"yeah?" he growls, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release. “gonna make you cum all over my cock baby”

Matt's words send a shiver down your spine, the dark promise filling you with a sense of possession, of belonging only to him. he reaches one of his hands to grasp your jaw, forcing your eyes to stare into his through the mirror, his thumb traces your lower lip, the calloused pad sending tingles through your sensitive skin.

he leans in closer, hot breath fanning over your ear as he nips at the lobe. "do it, angel. let go for me. show me who owns this pretty little cunt."

Matt's filthy encouragement pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. your pussy clenches viciously around his throbbing cock, milking him for every last drop as you scream his name.

through the haze of your climax, you dimly register Matt's guttural groan, feeling his own release barreling towards him. he buries himself to the hilt one final time before stilling, pulsing jets of hot cum painting your insides.

"fuck, that’s it ma, take what’s yours," he growls, grinding his pelvis against yours as if trying to push even deeper.

Matt continues to rock into you shallowly, drawing out both your orgasms until you're left boneless and quivering in his arms. only then does he pull out, his cock slipping free with a rush of fluids leaking from your abused hole. Matt steps back, breaking the intimate connection between you as he grabs a towel to clean himself up. he doesn't offer you one, the gesture lacking any hint of consideration. as he wipes his hands, he glances at you, mumbling a cold "here" as he tosses you the towel so you can clean yourself off.

you both stand in silent discomfort as you quickly wipe yourself off, tossing the dirty towels in a nearby basket. the air is thick with tension as you can feel Matt's gaze on you while you finish up.

when you turn back to face him, he's already looking at you, his eyes empty and devoid of any tenderness or affection. he checks his phone, seemingly unbothered by the intense moment that just passed.

"think you could catch a ride with someone?" Matt mutters, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. "i gotta head out."

his tone is cold and unfeeling, as if the intimate encounter you just had meant nothing to him. he turns to leave the bathroom without even waiting for your response. you're left feeling used and discarded, his indifference cutting deep into your heart.

you stand there, frozen in place. the abrupt change in his demeanor feels like a sharp knife to the gut. the love and tenderness he showed mere moments ago seem like distant memories now, replaced by his cold and aloof demeanor.

his hasty exit leaves you feeling discarded and unimportant, as if your presence no longer held any significance in his world. the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

you feel a lump forming in your throat as you force yourself to stay composed. you clench your fists, nails digging into your palms as you resist the urge to call out to him. but deep down, you know it would be pointless. he’s made it clear that your presence is no longer needed.

the thought of him leaving you behind, like a discarded piece of trash, adds fuel to the flames of anger and hurt that are rapidly consuming you. but you swallow them down, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing your vulnerability.

you force yourself to take a deep breath, pushing down the emotions that threaten to overcome you. you straighten your appearance, fixing your hair and readjusting your clothes before exiting the bathroom and making your way back to the party.

as you scan the room, your gaze falls upon Nate, Matt's best friend, chatting with a small group nearby. you approach him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Nate," you begin, your voice shaky but firm. "i need a favor."

Nate turns to face you, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he takes in your disheveled appearance and solemn expression. he immediately knows something is off.

"what’s wrong y/n/n?" Nate asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

you hesitate for a moment before replying, "Matt...he...he left. i just need a ride home."

there’s a brief pause as Nate registers your words, his expression hardening at the mention of his best friend's name.

"Matt left you here alone?" Nate questions, clearly disapproving, but you nod in confirmation.

he lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he looks back at you. "fine. i’ll take you home. but i’m kicking Matt's ass later."

you manage a weak smile at his words, appreciating his immediate protectiveness towards you.

"thanks, Nate," you murmur, your voice laced with gratitude.

Nate nods in acknowledgement, his expression softening as he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"let’s get you home, alright?" he responds softly, guiding you out of the crowded space and towards the exit.

you follow Nate silently as he leads you towards the exit. the cool night air hits your face and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

as you both settle into Nate's car, he glances over at you, a mix of concern and anger etched on his face.

you can feel Nate's gaze on you, waiting for a response, but you remain silent, unable to find the words to describe the emotional whirlwind you just experienced.

Nate, being the considerate person he was, respected your silence and didn't push any further. he turns his gaze back to the road, steering the car in the direction of your house. the drive is quiet, filled only by the sound of the engine and the occasional hum of the radio.

you stare out the window at the passing scenery, your thoughts still consumed by the mixed feelings you have for Matt. the quiet atmosphere does nothing to alleviate the storm inside you, and all you want is to get home and be alone.

after what feels like an eternity, Nate pulls up to the curb in front of your place. he puts the car in park and turns to look at you, his expression soft but concerned.

"we’re here," he mutters, his voice breaking the silence.

you unclick your seatbelt and open the car door, offering Nate a small nod in thanks before stepping out. the cool night air brushes against your skin, providing a temporary respite from the emotional turmoil consuming you.

Nate leans out of the window slightly as you begin to walk towards your front door.

"y/n," he calls out, his voice serious. "if you ever need anything, you can call me, alright? even if it's to kick Matt's ass, i’ll be there."

you glance back at him, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the emotional turmoil inside you.

"thanks, Nate," you murmur, appreciating his offer of support. "and yeah, i’ll keep that in mind."

Nate smiles at your response, satisfied that you'll at least have someone to turn to if you need it.

with a final nod, you turn and make your way up the path to your front door. as you insert the key and push the door open, you can feel Nate's gaze lingering on you, watching until you safely enter your house before driving off.

you go through your nightly routine, thoughts of your encounter with Matt tormenting you. his sudden shift from passionate to uncaring leaves you feeling hurt and confused.

throughout the night, you break down twice, tears flowing as you struggle to make sense of his behavior. by the time you finally fall asleep, you're emotionally drained and his name still echoes in your mind.

AUTHORS NOTE: i am oh so very sorry for making my husband be such an asshole but i SWEAR if y’all want a part two i’ll make up for it i promise.

TAG LIST: @freshloveee @chrissturnioloslittleslut @joces-wrld

[s9fti3]

‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Baby Daddy || Jacob Elordi x reader

Summary: Jacob being a protective dad 😌

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 475

A/n: can we just agree that Jacob holding a small baby in his HUGE arms would be the cutest and hottest thing ever 😃😭 I need to see this irl. Posting a Coryo fic later today!!! Also really need to do a Jacob Elordi masterlist lol, will do later today!

Emerging from the grocery store, you held bags in both hands while Jacob effortlessly juggled your one-year-old daughter in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other.

The California sun casts a warm glow as you make your way to the car, Jacob holding your precious daughter, Sydney, in his strong arms. His large frame makes her appear even tinier as he cradles her close.

As you approach the car, Jacob’s keen eyes spot a group of paparazzi in the distance. He instinctively shields Sydney’s face, a protective gesture you’ve both mastered in these public moments.

Jacob glances at you, concern in your eyes, “We should be fine, they’re far away anyways,” Jacob assures you as you unlock the car.

As Jacob secures Sydney in the car seat, you glance over at the paparazzi. Some of them notice Jacob’s protective actions and start snapping pictures even more eagerly.

You could feel their invasive gaze, but your focus remained on Sydney, shielding her from the intrusive lenses from the front seat of the car.

As Jacob buckled up your daughter, he could sense you were uncomfortable, glancing at the paparazzi from time to time. He knew how much it meant to you to keep Sydney’s upbringing away from cameras as much as possible.

“I’m going to go talk to them,” Jacob says as you look at him with surprise. “Are you sure?” You lightly bite your lip as he nods, “Yeah, I’ll be quick,” Is all he says before he shuts the door.

You watch as Jacob makes his way to the group of paparazzi. You couldn’t hear what was being said of course but they seemed understanding about what Jacob was saying to them.

Jacob approached the group with a calm but firm demeanour. “Hey guys, I’m not sure if you’re aware but Y/n and I want to keep our daughter away from the public eyes as much as possible. And I know this is your job but could you please make sure to blur out Sydney’s face in the photos you’ve taken?”

One of the paparazzi’s, seemingly more considerate than the rest, responded, “Sure thing, Jacob. I don’t think we managed to photograph your daughter’s face,” He and the others all take a look through the photo’s they’ve taken whilst showing Jacob.

“But if we find one, we’ll make sure her face is blurred. No problem.” The man says as Jacob nods. “I appreciate it. Have a good day guys.”

As Jacob walked back to the car, you exchanged a relieved glance. As he climbs into the car, you felt a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion from the constant vigilance required to protect your family’s privacy.

You intertwine your hands with Jacob’s, expressing your gratitude, “Thank you for handling that.” A grateful smile adorns your face as he grins, bringing your intertwined hands close to his face and gently kissing your hand.

“Of course, I don’t need to think twice about doing something like that to protect Sydney,” Jacob affirms. He adjusts the rearview mirror, stealing a glance at Sydney in her car seat. Her curious eyes are fixed on the window, captivated by the passing palm trees.

Later that day, you were sent a tweet from Jacob’s sister. It’s from one of the paparazzi who interacted with Jacob earlier. The post details the encounter and emphasises Jacob’s kindness in handling the situation.

The tweet read, “Just had a run-in with Jacob Elordi, and gotta say, he’s one of the nicest celebs I’ve encountered. Asked us to blur out his daughter’s face, and even though we’re paparazzi, he handled it with grace. Big respect for him!”

As you read through the comments, you couldn’t help but smile at the overwhelming support from Jacob’s fans. Messages of admiration for his commitment to Sydney’s privacy flooded the comment section.

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jacobelordi: love you both so much ❤️

↘️ yourusername: 💗

caileespaeny: aweee

sydney_sweeney: I need to see little Syd like rn 😭

↘️ yourusername: your godchild misses you!

↘️ user1: Is anyone just finding out now that Sydney Sweeney is the the god mother of Jacob Elordi and Y/n Y/l/n’s daughter 😃

↘️ user2: I mean, it kinda makes sense ngl. Y/n and Sydney are childhood besties and then she names her own kid after her best friend.

user3: sometimes I forget Jacob Elordi isn’t single and has a child

user4: those recent pictures of him holding Sydney is doing something to me 🙂

↘️ user5: RIGHT!

↘️ user6: oh for sure.

[camzeecorner]

P! LINKS

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these are all X links, be sure you’re signed in.

(these are all of my personal favorites!! also this was so fun to make!!)

Matt Sturniolo ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃

overstimulation - you just can’t get enough of Matt and his cock

slip n’ slide - Matt loves how wet he can make you with just his fingers

Favorite gift- Matt knows how much you love plushies so he buys you one, in return you send him a video to show him how much you like it

“More mommy” - Matt craves your titties, he can’t get enough

Oh, yes - Matt loves when you ride him, he could go crazy

Perky - Matt loves how perky your tits gets as his tongue slides and sucks all over them

Boobs guy - you’ve always believed Matt was more an ass guy, so he proves you wrong

Chris Sturniolo ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃

Tease - you love teasing Chris when he’s not with you

Send it - Chris loves your body so much, demanding you send him videos to help him get off

Triple P - Chris loves your pretty pink pussy

Feel that? - Chris wants you to feel every hit, every nerve while he’s side fucking your pussy

Lazy day - there’s nothing better than staying inside with your boyfriend on a slow day, bent over fucked senseless

Meal of the day - Chris doesn’t need food when he has his girl

Reward - Chris loves to reward you after you’ve been a good girl

Nathan Doe ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 ⋆𐙚₊˚

Better - Nate loves to remind you how he will always be better than everyone when it comes to pleasing you

Bored in bed- Nate loves laying in bed with his fingers pumping in and out of you

Ass cummin - Nate loves your ass so much, he just wants to rub his dick all over it

Help me - being so used to Nate and his touch, you can’t bring yourself to cum so Nate helps you

Pretty girl- Nate loves seeing his pretty girl on camera while he’s ruining her cunt

Sit on it - Nate is tired of waiting he doesn’t care what you’re doing, as long as your bouncing hard on his dick

Take it - Nate loves to punish your little pussy for being a bad girl

Nick Sturniolo 𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃

Can’t get enough - Nick loves sucking cock, this benefiting the both of you

Reactions - You love showing Nick how much he affects your body

Slide thru- You teasingly tell Nick to come over knowing you just wanted to fuck him hard

Switch - Nick might be a bottom at heart but he’ll never turn down the opportunity to show you who you belong to

Sneaky view - even though you were on live with Nick and his brothers you couldn’t help but get turned on by how good Nick looked, so you sent him a sneaky video

Break it - Nick makes a joke about his back pain claiming he needed someone to ‘break his back in’ so you make it happen

All mine- Nick thinks you’re ashamed and embarrassed of him, so you show him how much you love him

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STURNIOLO + NATE P LINKS + AUDIOS

Matt

Matt fixing your attitude

Breeding Kink

Matt the much

Punishment

Overstim Sub Matt!

Fingering

Backshots while cuffed

Throat Fuck

Angry Car Sex

Backshots in the passenger seat

Bondage

Dilf Matt Punishing You extremely

Jerking Matt Off

Matt Audios!

Dilf Matt! Watching you

Rough Matt

Sub Matt using Vibrator

Sub Matt being Hungry

Overstimming Sub Matt

Rough Matt Fingering You

Phone Sex

Rough matt with belt

Chris

Reverse Cowgirl

Outside Sex

Rough Backshots

Sub Chris the Munch

Punishment

GhostFace

Rough Missonary

Fucking you while matt and nick are around

Punishing Sub Chris

Punishing sub chris part 2

Chris the Munch

Rough BackShots

Head on Stream

Squirting On Chris

Chris Audios!

Teacher Chris x Student

Professor Chris x Student Part 2

House Invader Chris (roleplay all consent)

Somno Girl x Chris

Soft Dom Chris

Chris with a mommy kink

Rough Ex Chris

Nate

Car Sex

Nate fucking the sturniolos lil sister

Riding nate in matts car

Rough Nate

Punishment

Grinding on Nate bare

Nate punishing you

Nate the Munch

Nate Overstimulating you

Nate punishing you extremely

Overstimming Nate

milking nate

Rough Backshots

Nate Audios!

Fucking you before ur family comes over

Rough nate handcuffing and breeding you

Fucking you before you leave

You cheating on ur husband with nate

Fucking you back to sleep

“Accidentally” sending nudes to professor nate

Nice facial and creampie

Vibrating Panties at a party

Rough Fuck before you leave

TELL ME IF YALL WANT ANOTHER PART CAUSE I GOT A BUNCHH 🧍

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[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[b2cute]

snaps with bf!chris

warnings: cussing?, a little nsfw snaps, use of y/n

a/n: i’m sorry for not writing and doing actually content on this account i just have sm fun actually talking to ppl k forget to feed ygs. remind requests are open!!

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[nastyaromatherapy]

Brother's best friend (18+)

You see Nate, who you're not so fond of, at your house hanging out with your brother.

do i have many Ethan requests currently? yes. but am i currently salivating, thirsting, and barking for nate? yes.

pairing - bbf!nate jacobs x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, nate's kind of the worst obvi, nate says the r-slur, nate's like graduated highschool by now, uhh idfk creampie ig

The stench wafting out of your brother's room was disgusting, the fumes infiltrated your nostrils when you walked through the hall to get your laundry. You tried to ignore him and his friends over their yelling which was damn near impossible, who knows what the fuck they did in there. All you knew is that it was stinky, sweaty, and weirdly horny.

You shuffled your way into the laundry room and started loading the machine. Somehow the smell of your dirty clothes was more tolerable than his room. Suddenly the noises from the musty dump got louder, signifying that the door had opened. You paid no mind, not wanting to see him or Daniel, or whoever else was lurking in that place.

You had just about finished loading the washer until you heard a voice. "Forgot something?" You turned around and looked up to see Nate with a pink thong dangling from his fingers. "Thanks," you said with annoyance. You yanked it from his fingers to throw it in the drum.

Nate was hot, a grade above you, but you still disliked him with rationality. In your junior year he catfished you, leading you to embarrass yourself in front of the person that you thought you were texting, and then you became a joke amongst his friend group.

He stood behind you as you threw in tide pods and started the machine. You turned around and he was still there. "That the same pair you wore in that one pic?" You rolled your eyes, "Which one?" He chuckled to himself. "The fact you have to ask 'which one' is laughable." You scoffed and stormed out of the room, brushing past him.

"When will you stop being mad at me?" He called out, making you turn around. "It's been a year, c'mon everyone's forgotten." He spoke. "Not you apparently! Maybe if you stopped being a total dick, we'd be neutral like how I am with the rest of my brother's friends." You huffed and walked to your room with him following behind. "Okay, okay y/n, I'm sorry." He said as he leaned against your doorframe.

"Whatever Nate, why do you want my forgiveness so bad anyways? Just go back and hang out with my brother." You said while straightening random trinkets on your dresser. "Because, y'know, I want to be neutral with you. Besides, I'd be lying if I said I haven't jacked off at least once to those photos-" "Oh my god Nate, ew! Just get your perverted ass out of my fucking room!" You yelled, attempting to push his tall frame out to no avail.

He looked down at you, finding the power difference endearing. "It's not my fault you're perfect," he purred, making you soil your your panties. You always loved when he complimented you. You swallowed as you looked up at him. "My brother's gonna wonder where you are so, you should y'know, before he comes looking for you." He shakes his head. "Your brother's retarded, he's not gonna wonder shit." He said as his hands reached to shut your door.

"Nate," you whispered before he leaned down to kiss you. You internally gasped as your hands found their way to his cheeks, and his traveled to grope your ass through the oversized tee you drowned in. The groans he let escape into your mouth was enough to make you completely drench your panties, your other hand reaching for his shirtless chest. The two of you traveled to your bed, not breaking the kiss, only casually coming up for air.

You were positioned at the bottom, head resting on your pillow with him above you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth just as he slipped his hand underneath your shirt, fingers making their way to your heavy clit. You whimpered and jolted at the connection, inching your legs wider for him. He rubbed circles around your bulging clit through the panties whilst his tongue journeyed through your mouth.

"Nate, please," you whimpered into his mouth. He pulled away leaving your mouth agape as he lifted your tee over your head. "Fuck," he whispered to himself. You sat up to kiss him as he grasped your tits, kneading them and squeezing on your nipples. You moaned into his mouth from the friction as you reached down to his crotch. He groaned when he felt your hand on his erection. You broke the kiss to unbutton his pants, pulling them down as you licked your lips. You eyed his length through his Calvin Kleins and massaged him through the fabric.

He moaned from your touch, biting his lip as he looked down at your hand. You reached your hand in to stretch the waistband and pull his cock out. His chest rose and fell as you leaned down to lick his shaft before swallowing him. He bit back a whimper as you took him deep into your mouth. Your soft plush lips wrapped around his shaft like a ring that slid up and down his girthy length. Your doe eyes met his dark ones as your cheeks hollowed, making you moan around his cock.

"Fuck, I always knew you were a slut from those photos," He said between grunts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you breathed heavily through your nose, stomach churning from how aroused you were. Vibrations were sent up his cock from your moans, making him twitch in your mouth. "Shit you're gonna make me cum," he whispered before painting your mouth white. You slid off of him, letting the cum canopy over the rest of his length, making a mess on your bed.

After catching his breath, he fisted your hair in his hands to pull you up to him to interlock lips. He grimaced at the taste of his bitter cum on your lips as his tongue grazed yours, his hands again toying with your perky nipples. "Why'd b/n have to have such a hot sister," he whispered, making your hole flutter. "Maybe so you'd have something fun to do in his godforsaken tomb." You smirked against his lips before he laid you down back onto your mattress.

He spread your legs, eyeing that darkened, damp patch on your panties. You closed your eyes, slightly embarrassed by your physical arousal. He pulled them down, a string of natural lubricant following behind. You stretched your legs in the air and opened them wider, letting him view your glistening pussy.

He tapped his tip atop your sticky folds, his cock already covered in cum. You whimpered at the contact, and he smiled a smug smirk at your reaction. "Yeah, you want it?" He whispered condescendingly. "Yes Nate, please! I need you so bad," you begged. He lined his cock up with your gaping entrance before plunging in. You moaned out as your pussy stretched to accommodate his length. You moaned out with every thrust of his hips, not doing your best at keeping quiet.

He chuckled at himself whenever you cried out when he went deep, his tip grazing your sensitive cervix. "Such a slut taking one of your brother's friend's cocks, yeah?" He groaned as he pistoned himself in and out of your pussy. Your hole was sloppy and wet, and a ring of his previous cum formed around his base. "Please don't stop Nate, it feels s'good," you slurred out.

He slapped your tits making you yelp and leaned down to suck on your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his cock fucked your pussy animalistically. "'Pussy's so fucking good," he groaned against your lips. "You gonna touch yourself whenever I'm on my way to hang out with your brother? Gonna pull me away so I can fill you up with my cum like the good slut you are?" He asked. "Mhm, yes Nate, I'm gonna need your cock everyday," you moaned, clenching around his length. "Good fucking girl," he groaned.

Your stomach twisted and you found yourself throbbing around his length, close to cumming. "Nate, I'm s'close," you whimpered out. "Fuck, cum for me baby," he grunted through his teeth, making you unravel all around his cock, your cum dripping like warm honey on his length. With one final thrust he came too, shooting his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out and watched the mix of cum spill out of you, leaving a puddle on the sheets, and your hole that was left gaping.

***

The two of you put your clothes back on and he walked out of your room. Your brother notices him from the hallway and finally wonders where he's been. "Nate, dude, where the hell were you?" He just smugly shrugged. "Bathroom, jacking off to your sister," he starts, looking back at you. "She's fucking hot." You scoffed, "Gross," before closing your door.

[nathaniel-donovan]

with: @will-york where: Will's home.

Spying Will he just points at him to start with; silently telling him he was coming for him. Walking closer before he pulled him into a hug, he cupped his face with both of his hands, planting a brief kiss to the guy's lips before seconds after pulling him into his embrace. It's one Nate doesn't quite let go of, he's hugging him not just because he loved him, but because he was there when Nate hadn't been. He had been there for his sisters, his nephew, and his presence was grounding. "Love you, William." he says quietly, chuckling faintly though it was barely audible, he was appreciative and Nate wasn't quite sure how he would ever be able to express that to his brother. Nate had just about fifty million regrets and things he should have done, instead of what he had, and still, Will had been a reliant force that Nate thought immensely high of. "Thanks, man." sadness was just a present tone within his voice, one that Nate wasn't sure when it would change, but it would do one day, and so finally he leans away from their hug. "I'd kiss you again but I don't wanna disappoint you as well." he's trying to joke; considering he felt like he had disappointed everybody else.

[realangelahernandez]

When he’s written by Lana del Rey

[f1rewr1t3r]

which characters would this be

"im telling you that girl/boy is trouble.. uh- where are you going"

"gonna go get into trouble"