#oc-lance

[kori-senpai]

Yes, of course Lance became a farmer, he wanted to provide a safe place for his badass space boyfriend to return to. obviously

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Wrongful Imprisonment

Male Alpha Yandere Prisoner x Omega Male Reader CW: Noncon, imprisonment, prison setting, knotting, mating cycles, a/b/o, rut/heat, knotting, size difference, ass eaten like it's groceries, general yandere behavior Word Count: 2k (Sorry this took so long.)

You never thought you would find yourself in prison. But there you were. Locked away in a minimum security facility.

You were innocent. When your home was raided you had no idea there were drugs there. Your boyfriend at the time had put all the blame on you to escape punishment.

What's worse was that you were an omega sentenced to a mixed facility full of alphas. Since male omegas were so rare no one bothered to make separate facilities for them.

They forcefully drugged away your heats to the best of their ability but the meds had side effects on your mood and gave you dizzy spells. And they weren't perfect. Even without a heat a faint scent of omega peaked through. During heats it was a bit more pronounced.

To some of the alphas who had been there for years it was enough to get their interest. And they were not men whose interest you wanted.

It was terrifying. The cells had no doors so you were in constant fear that you'd wake up with a rapist over you.

The guards were no help. You did your best to avoid all of the alphas of ill intent for as long as you could manage it, but one time you were cornered.

They had followed you in from the yard and crept up behind you. You flailed, scratched, and bit but they didn't take your struggles well and beat you until you stopped fighting.

You could hear them snickering as one slammed his knee into your gut before giving you two brutal punches to the face. You doubled over in pain, your nose bloody and tears cascading down your swollen face.

"Just be a good cock sleeve and stay still"

You felt your pants being yanked down to your knees.

"Look at how tight it's pussy is!"

You prepared for the worst, unable to eek out any pleas over your ragged sobs of hurt and fear.

But the worst never happened. Instead you heard growling followed by hisses and cries of pain.

Your pants were pulled up and you were helped onto your shaky feet.

In front of you stood a sweaty mountain of a man. He was about your age. Tan skin and red hair. All muscle. Probably spent every free moment lifting weights.

Which wasn't really true. Lately he also spent a lot of time watching you from a distance. Trying to get to know the one who's scent called to him so strongly despite the suppressants.

"Th-tha-th-" You tried to mutter a thanks, but your assault and near rate had sent you into a full panic attack.

"Shhh, don't try to talk. It's okay."

His green eyes stared into yours as he inspected your facial injuries. Nothing was broken.

He gently led you back to his doorless cell. The cells had a lot of traffic. You were a bit nervous but you were more scared to be alone and if he had wanted to hurt you he could have.

At least, that's what you had thought. Though you were completely unaware of how badly he wanted to bend you over and fill your body full of his seed. Unlike the brutes from before though he at least wanted you to moan and cling to him while he did it.

He introduced himself and you managed to return the courtesy once your sobs had lessened.

His name was Lance.

And over the months you spent in prison the two of you had become very close.

He kept you within his sight at all times and made sure you were safe. The two of you even managed to have it arranged where you could share the same cell so he could protect you at night and prevent you from getting a bad roommate.

Lance also rubbed all your clothes every morning on him so they had his scent to keep you safe.

The alpha even had the idea to give you a claiming bite just to make sure no one would try anything.

You allowed him to do so, you didn't think it meant anything. In fact, he had reassured you that it hadn't. It was just another measure to protect you.

Of course that wasn't how the alpha saw it at all. Even though he hadn't bed you he considered you his mate. And really, if anything, the fact you were so naïve about it only proved that he was taking the correct course of action.

You were too trusting and soft. That's how you had ended up there in the first place. That's why those vermin tried to get their unworthy hands on you.

You were his mate. Even if you didn't know it yet. You needed him.

And he needed you too. Your scent and personality drove him to keep you safe. So kind. A perfect mate for him. You were the only light in his otherwise miserable existence. To say that you were as essential as oxygen to him would be an understatement.

And after he saved you from those lesser alphas his instincts screamed that he owned you. He had won you in a physical contest.

The alpha just had to calm himself down and be patient. He would get you gradually. He was confident he was almost there.

Until you got the news that you were being released early because new evidence had come to light.

Lance feigned joy at the news.

"I am glad... a place like this really isn't for a person like you..."

"Yeah! And now I won't have to be such a burden to you anymore either! Thanks for helping me so much Lance, you're a great friend. I'll miss you."

Inwardly Lance wanted to go on a rampage. His mate was being taken away from him! He wouldn't be able to protect you. Someone might try to hurt you and touch you with hands unworthy of your skin.

The mere thought filled him with unbridled anger.

Lance knew what he had to do.

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It had been just a couple months since your release and you were adjusting about as well as could be expected for someone in your situation.

You had been money from a settlement for being falsely imprisoned so finances weren't an issue. But you had no friends on the outside anymore. You had nothing to do.

And the ptsd from over a year of living like an animal was immense.

The hardest thing to adjust to, at least physically, was no longer being on industrial strength suppressants. And the very strong heats that accompanied that change.

It was during one such extreme heat that Lance broke out of prison and was making his way up the hill right towards your secluded home. He could smell you from far off.

He was in rut. He had not seen his omega in months. And he could smell your heat.

The alpha was coming for you... and very soon... he would be cumming in you.

When he came upon your home he noticed the window was open. You were so careless! Just letting your damn heat scent drift out and attract any piece of shit alpha right to your open window!! You were really fucking lucky you had such a dedicated mate like him though. So loyal that he broke through prison to take care of you.

He watched you for a minute through your open window. Poor little omega. Writhing in your empty nest. No alpha scent to soothe you. Your nude form hot and sweaty, jerking your cock and bucking your hips fervently, a puddle of slick staining your blankets. And the smell was insane, practically screaming for someone to slide in you.

But fate had provided you with a strong lover that was going to fuck all your frustrations right away.

As he stepped through your window your eyes snapped to him immediately, his musky smell grabbing your attention. “L-lance? B-but…”

“I got out for you. Now I can help you and we can be together.” His voice was low and raspy. Almost animalistic.

You recoiled in fear of him and fell out of your bed.

Lance was hurt that his precious lover was scared of him, but he understood. Past lovrs had hurt you and other alphas had tried to rape you very violently. But that’s not what he would do. He was going to keep you safe. Take care of your needs.

“You n-need to leave Lance.”

It was so hard to think clearly. Your body was on fire and his smell was so comforting even though you didn’t want his knot in you. He was still an attractive alpha who you had been close to and your body wanted to be closer. And he could smell it.

“No. I need to breed my husband.”

“Lance, y-you’re not my-”

He stood over you and picked you up easily, putting you back into your nest. He knelt beside it so that his head was right by your ass that was hanging off. He positioned your legs on his shoulders and inhaled deeply.

The scent you were giving off was too captivating, especially there, he could no longer even process your words. He tenderly nuzzled his nose beneath your balls, drinking in the scent and kissing each of your nuts gently before focusing his attention on your needy, slick-leaking hole.

He stared at it in awe for a moment, like a dragon appraising his most precious treasure.

Lance slid his tongue right in and began wriggling it to get at every inch he could reach, reveling in the needy sounds you made between your flustered protests. He kissed it and removed his lips, a small string of drool and slick briefly connecting your hole with his lips.

The alpha then flipped you on to your belly and climbed into the nest with you after discarding his pants and underwear, he took off his sweaty shirt and laid it under your head so you could enjoy his scent while he bred you. He put your head down and kept your ass up. You would have protested, but you couldn’t stay in your right mind any longer.

Not after the tongue fucking he had given you, not with his scent so concentrated with your face pressed into it.

You gripped his shirt and pressed it closer to you, trying to inhale the musk as much as you possibly could. His heart leapt at the sight of it all. His little omega was presenting so nicely for him all while drowning so willingly in his smell.

He gripped your hips firmly, but still careful not to hurt you as he sank his cock into you deeply.

Lance gasped as the wet heat engulfed his entire length. You fit over him so well. There was not a fraction of a doubt in his mind, you were made just for him.

You moaned and drooled into the shirt your loving mate had provided as his flesh smacked against yours. Faster and faster he slammed into you with your slutty noises driving him on until his knot swelled and his cum was pumped into you.

The alpha renewed that claiming bite he had given you as the two of you became tied together and while licking your fresh wound he lightly humped into you until you came hard as well. He caged your body with his and held you tightly to him as you both panted and waited for the knot to go down.

As your mind temporarily cleared you were aware that this was not something you wanted.

But it wasn’t something that you could fight either.

After everything you had been through you were still just a prisoner.

[imagination-overreaction]

Another rewrite of the Hell story! Still not 100% happy with the way it's written, but I really like the content itself. It's also wild seeing the difference in my writing from 2021 vs now, it makes me realize I actually have improved!

The two reach the surface after a long trek through damp, spiky tunnels. Even outside of the caves it's musty and dark, with only just enough light to get a better look at Lana. Bright red horns poke through her dark hair, curling around her head like a halo. Stranger still are the cracks in her skin. He only saw the worst of them before, but now he sees all of the thin dark lines etched into every visible part of her skin.

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[shapelytimber]

Look, I randomly remembered this silly dnd character I made up 3 years ago and decided to update his design...... so behold : Lance Goustine my shrimp man <3

[COMMISSIONS]

Also, look at the pixel art in detail because even tho I'm a beginner at it I'm so pleased with how it turned out <3

And of course, showing the before n after ! Frankly I'm so so proud of this, I didn't think I progressed that much in charadesign since I don't do it that often but- look at this !! The big improvement here is that I'm less afraid to make my characters look ridiculous when needed (and this silly man needed it fjfjfj)

[rene-spade]

growing up leclerc | f1 grid

fem!reader x leclerc family, f1 grid

note(s); inspired by @multiversesweets Little Leclerc series! This is kind of my version/take on a youngest leclerc sister. 2nd pov but for the plot, she is named 🫶 lol

Warning(s); possibly triggering dynamics, some obsessive behavior tbh bc i like em crazy, mostly cute stuff tho!

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GROWING UP LECLERC MEANS being spoiled rotten by your three big brothers, and even a select few of their close friends too. you’re as eager to watch the boys race as they are for you to watch them, you’re the heart of the family. being the youngest (2002), only female leclerc sibling makes you a standout in every stage of life. strict ‘no dating’ rules set up by charles after he noticed some of the other karting boys eyeing you. you’ve always been the prettiest girl around in monaco, it’s the same everywhere else the leclerc’s go (much to the chagrin of your brothers). it takes nothing more than a bat of your eyelashes for you to get anything you want, as things should be. but your brothers are worried the big world will ruin you; better to stay with them where it’s safe.

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SOME LECLERC FAMILY THINGS; childhood

full name Hélèna Solène Pascale Leclerc

hervé and pascale taking tonsss of photos

enzo being the sanest brother

all of arthur’s friends having a crush on you growing up

arthur at age 8: mean to his little sister

arthur the moment anyone else looks at her: *swinging*

charles being dubbed “track menace” after crashing into so many boys who’ve looked at you

charles forces you to like the red car

big bro jules who dotes on you, charles, and arthur, showing you off around the paddock

protectiveness levels multiplying after hervé passes away, and again after jules

your brothers are hypersensitive when it comes to you (if you’re sick it’s like charles is dying)

having to keep your romance life a complete secret from your brothers until you’re like 24

Monaco’s Clingiest Family

modeling agencies always trying to recruit you but you’re literally a child, so arthur and charles start barking at people that come up to the family in public

princess treatment you’re whole life and you don’t even care that your bros are a little crazy

charles has tried to murder his fellow drivers

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twitter; self-ran

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instagram; self ran

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photo album; written by pascale leclerc

lorenzo, hélèna, & arthur et hélie la bébé de

charles 2005 2009 charlie 2006

enzo, charles, famille <3 maman avec

& hélie 2010 2002 hél & tur 2003

bébé hélèna et hél et charlie tur est gentil

charles 2006 2008 de hélie 2003

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- ren

[f1daydreamer]

Lance Stroll as Your Boyfriend – Who’s Been in Love with You for Years

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He’s had a quiet thing for you for years. It wasn’t some loud, dramatic crush—it was the kind that lingered. The kind that made his heart ache a little when you laughed at someone else’s joke or smiled at someone who wasn’t him.

He’s the kind of guy who’d remember the little things. Your coffee order. The way you hate socks in bed. Your favorite song from a playlist you made two summers ago. He never forgot, even when you were just friends.

When you finally got together, it felt like everything just clicked. Not fireworks, not chaos—just… peace. Like, of course it’s you. It was always you.

He’s so soft for you it’s unreal. Like, he’ll try to act chill around others, but the second you hold his hand or kiss his cheek, he melts. Full-on boyfriend goo.

He gets genuinely happy just being around you. Like, you could be talking about the most boring thing, and he’d still be staring at you like you’re the best part of his day.

He talks about you in interviews without even realizing. “Yeah, I was watching that show with my girlfriend…” and suddenly everyone’s like so he’s in love, huh?

He loves slow mornings with you. Bare faces, messy hair, sharing breakfast in silence or with music playing low in the background. That’s his version of heaven.

He’ll randomly hug you from behind. Especially when you’re distracted. It’s like he’s reminding himself you’re really his now.

He doesn’t get super mushy with words, but his actions speak volumes. Picking you up even when he’s exhausted, cooking with you at 11 p.m., sending a “landed safe” text because he knows you worry.

You’re his calm in the chaos. Life in F1 gets hectic, but he always says the best part of every race weekend is coming home to you.

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[deoxysacid]

my favorite genre of lance content is when he accidentally adopts a kid. so i gave him two their names are rita and rex and they are siblings

[verstappensrealwife]

Hear me out. HOLD ME BACK

[ultrademonkiller737]

Can we pretty please have more contents on parents V1 and Gabe? I absolutely adore Pegasus but it kinda feels like the stupidos are a little lacking

Fucking love Pegasus I give him a mountain of proper sand

Inexperienced parents time ✨

[vroomvroommuppett]

five

lance stroll x leclerc!twin

summary: the one where collette is charles' twin but is a genius and owns her own company and after a big fight, she decides to invest in aston martin, and the rest is kinda explanatory

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[ao3lestappeninchident]

Red Bull's Golden

Female!F1 driver x plantonic grid, fem!driver x mentor max verstappen, fem!driver x mentor sebastian vettel

Summary: The 2026 season was getting closer and who is Red Bull if they don't do a last minute driver swap. Ps. Seb is a driver for cadillac

A/N: Hi, this is my new idea, please let me know if people are interresed. It is x reader( but there are mentions she is half dutch, half German, because plot.)

[barbie--art]

Behold, my Spiderman + Balan Wonderworld AU!

And it's very fresh!

Featuring my spidersona, and the spidersona of @starryheavendragon ^^

I themed both Balan and Lance after hearts, as per usual, with Balan's spider forming hearts with his legs & Lance's claws looking like hearts as well

Flatcolors and links to the spidersonas under the cut:

Aaand links:

Rebecca's spidersona:

And mine ^

[imagination-overreaction]

Small rewrite of a wip that I started back in 2021, where the main character Lance has to navigate his way through Hell (kinda, but it's easier to just call it Hell) after dying. It's definitely one I wanna revisit and revamp, since there's so much of it that still holds up with current lore.

Lance blinks back tears he doesn't remember crying and shakes his head in an attempt to pull himself back together. It doesn't matter what did that to him, all that matters is getting out of here before it happens again. The way he came in is completely gone, seemingly replaced with a gaping hole in the floor. There's no light, none of the strange moss, and no sign of how it got there.

Daily Sip 4/17

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[feketeribizli]

my son has been birthed 😁✌️ had to put a hungarian on the grid at last, you may call him marci

[f1daydreamer]

It Hits You at 3 A.M.

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It was barely three days since you brought her home.

Three days of no sleep, endless diapers, soft cries, and milk-stained shirts. Three days of falling in love and falling apart and falling back together—over and over again. You and Lance were trying your best, and maybe that’s what scared you the most.

It was 3:02 a.m. when she started crying again. That sharp, shrill newborn cry that broke straight through your chest and rattled every nerve.

You stirred, muscles sore and body still heavy with exhaustion, but Lance was already sitting up—bare-chested, hair messy, dark circles like shadows under his eyes.

“I got her,” he said, voice low and hoarse.

“No, let me,” you whispered, trying to sit up.

But he was already out of bed, moving faster than he should for someone running on less than two hours of sleep. You watched him disappear into the soft light of the hallway, heart aching.

She was crying louder now.

You rubbed your face, overwhelmed by the mix of guilt and love and this all-consuming fear that you were already doing everything wrong.

When Lance returned, he had her against his chest—her tiny body trembling with hiccupy sobs. He bounced gently, whispering something you couldn’t quite hear as he paced back and forth beside the bed.

“She’s so upset,” you murmured, arms already outstretched. “Let me try—”

“No, just wait a second,” Lance said gently, still pacing, “I’ve almost got her.”

He kissed the top of her head, eyes half-closed as he rocked. “It’s okay, baby girl. We’ve got you. Mommy and Daddy aren’t going anywhere.”

It was such a simple sentence, but it hit like a wave.

You covered your mouth with your hand, tears slipping out before you could stop them. You weren’t sad—you were just so full. Of love. Of panic. Of something too big for your chest.

“She looks like you when she cries,” Lance whispered with a tired smile as she finally started to calm, her tiny body melting into his.

You laughed softly through your tears. “God, I’m a mess.”

He finally came to sit beside you, still holding her between you both. “We both are,” he said, glancing down at the burp stain on his shirt. “But she doesn’t care. She just wants us close.”

“I feel like I’ve never loved anything this much,” you whispered, brushing your finger down her soft cheek. “And it terrifies me.”

Lance looked at you, really looked at you, his eyes glassy now too. “Yeah. It’s like… everything matters now. Every second. Every noise. Every breath she takes.”

“I didn’t even know I could feel this much,” you added, laughing through the tears. “Like—one second I’m looking at her and I think my heart’s going to explode… and the next I’m Googling ‘what does a newborn rash mean.’”

“Oh my God, I literally looked that up earlier,” he said with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “And then I panicked and started checking if she was breathing every five seconds.”

You both laughed, deliriously tired but clinging to each other and the tiny life in your arms.

“I’m scared she’ll stop loving me one day,” you admitted in a whisper. “Or I’ll mess up. Or I’ll miss something important.”

Lance leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “We’re gonna mess up. That’s part of it. But we’re going to love her through every second of it. That’s what matters.”

She stirred again between you both, letting out the tiniest sigh, her fist curling into the fabric of Lance’s shirt like he was her anchor.

“I can’t believe we made her,” he murmured.

“I can’t believe they just… let us walk out of the hospital with her,” you replied, incredulous. “Like—no one stopped us. No manual. No training. Just… ‘good luck.’”

“I mean… she cried the whole ride home and then pooped twice while I tried to change her,” he said with a crooked grin. “So, they probably figured we’d figure it out fast.”

You snorted softly, and it felt good to laugh. Even with tears still drying on your cheeks.

Lance leaned back against the headboard, cradling her carefully on his chest, and you curled up next to him, your hand on her tiny foot. There was something sacred about the moment—like the world had slowed down, just for you three.

You looked over at him, eyes soft.

“You’re already such a good dad.”

He turned to you, surprise in his face. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

He swallowed hard, nodding, biting the inside of his cheek the way he always did when he was feeling too much. “I just want her to grow up knowing how much she’s loved. Every single day.”

“She will,” you whispered. “Because she already does.”

And just like that, the silence settled over the room again. The kind that wasn’t empty—but full. Of love. Of hopes. Of fears. Of everything new.

At 3:47 a.m., with a baby asleep on Lance’s chest and your hand intertwined with his, you weren’t just parents.

You were everything she needed.

And that would always be enough.

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Let me know if you want a second part where she's a toddler and you two are dealing with a totally different kind of chaos—but still full of love. I’m here for all the Lance x reader parental fluff!😉

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P.S.

Hey! Just a little note—I’m so sorry if this isn’t exactly what you imagined. I really tried to make it soft and emotional, but I’m still a teenager and I’ve never been a parent myself. I don’t fully know what it feels like, but I did my best based on what I’ve experienced as an aunt (I have four nephews, so I’ve seen a lot of late nights and messy love!). I really poured my heart into it, and I hope you enjoyed it!

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[daisybianca]

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: ruining Lando's live stream is your favorite thing to do when in the mood.

warnings: female masturbation, mention of sexual actions, cursing words

(a/n): lando's recent stream look. I'm unwell.

YOUR HEADPHONES WERE filled with the sweet melody of Taylor Swift's "London Boy" and then you remembered that in the next room of the house you really did have a London Boy waiting for you.

Your boyfriend had one of his usual streams, and it was always your choice to step away from the place where he was doing them and not take part in it. You didn't like the idea of giving fans more content about your relationship than there already was.

By changing the song of the playlist, you settled on something more freaky, like the wreeknd.

Hearing Lando's voice and loud laugh echoing from the next room, you opened the app on your phone and joined his live stream.

Your username was a random name that only Lando recognized.

God, he was so hot.

Messy curly hair, an unbuttoned white t-shirt, and grey plaid pants.

He had heard your wish to let his beard grow long, and you loved every moment of it. Watching the screen intently, listening to his strong accent through the device and from the adjacent wall, you felt your heart flutter loudly. Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw from the screen Lando laughing at something and pulling back, spreading his legs widly while bending his head back.

Swallowing, you decided to write a message in the comments that only he would recognize "Turn off the Stream and come over here. Im in the mood."

A few seconds later, he read it. He didn't say anything. He just smiled.

Again, you chose to write the same comment in case he didn't pay much attention to it the first time.

"I'm not shutting down the live. If anyone wants to tell me something, they can come here and tell me themselves."

You smiled and turned off your phone.

Is that how he wanted it? With games?

He asked and shall receive.

You got out of bed, opening your closet and wearing the most revealing and slutty piece of clothing you owned. You also put on a pair of high heels and began to walk slowly towards the next room.

The door was closed so you touched the handle and began to open it gently.

Two beautiful eyes met yours. Then they scanned you from head to toes.

Whatever Lando was trying to tell his viewers was now forever gone.

His jaw closed and he licked his lips. His eyes were on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

Bringing a finger to your lips, you murmued "Shhh."

You felt his eyes follow you as you closed the door and sat comfortably on the couch across from him.

You weren't, of course, visible on the camera. And your boyfriend did his best not to show his viewers the uncomfortable situation he was in. He kept talking, but you were sure he didn't understand what he was saying either.

You stopped looking at him and tried to forget the fact that you had to be discreet because thousands of people were somehow in the room with you.

Spreading your legs, you pushed your warm hand where you wished Lando's was right now.

You immediately shuddered at the very first contact. Twisting your body a little, you gave your boyfriend a better angle of your wet--dripping actually--spot.

His eyes never abandoned you. At one point, you heard him hissing plaid from his breath. "Fuck." His voice made you shudder. "Thats it." He said and closed the live show without saying anything else to his audience.

You stopped the movements and touches on your body and looked at him throwing the headphones on the chair and walking briskly over to you.

That's my boy.

"You want to fucking make me come in front of thousands of people? Huh?" He walked towards you and started unbuttoning his pants. You just smirked and bit your bottom lip. "Acting like a little brat, getting treated like one, right?" He grabbed your neck and forced you to him. After taking one huge taste of your lips, he let you down and removed his white t-shirt. "Open your legs. You're lucky I didn't choose to fuck you live, baby."