#ok im going to try this fingers crossed it will “work”

[dagasinfilo]

idk if it’s adhd or some other brain thing or what the fuck it is but my mind literally feels like a prison and i do not know what else to do to break out <3

[phagodyke]

was just saying to my friend that since my period is due next weekend I probably won't be able to hang out bc it'll be difficult to walk from my room to the bathroom let alone like. to the station anyway just suddenly became aware that the continuous cramps I get in this stage of my cycle have been slowly increasing in intensity the last few hours so we may be on course for a week earlier start than usual. locking down all defenses rn......🚨🚨🚨🚨

[hoonieyun]

sleepover ⊹˚. ♡

a prank where you tell your boyfriend you no longer want to spend the night heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon genre: fluff, romance, drabble warnings: profanity, kissing, suggestive, 18+

hoonieyun notes: ive seen this as a tiktok trend for a while now and i just imagine how they'd react so i had to write it lol not proofread lol

heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ

"i dont feel like sleeping over anymore..." after those words left your mouth, heeseung was instantly off of his phone and looking at you with his big doe eyes.

"w- what?" he asks, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to understand if he heard you correctly. "you don't wanna sleep over?? why.." he asks so softly and you couldn't help but feel bad. of course you wanted to sleep over but you just wanted to see how your boyfriend would react.

"i just wanna sleep in my bed." you say, trying not to break character, although it was hard not to when heeseung was looking at you so endearingly with his bottom lip jutting out into a pout.

"bu-but you said you'd spend the weekend with me! we haven't seen each other in so long because we're working so much- what about we spend the night at yours instead if you want to sleep in your own bed?

i can pack my bags really quick, i promise. i'll be super fast- let me go do it right now so we can head out..." heeseung says. it was so cute to see him want to just spend the night with you, sleeping in his arms and having your warmth blend into one another.

heeseung was now getting up to go pack a weekend bag and just before his hands slip away from yours, your tightening your grip around his hands and pulling him back.

"im just kidding, babe. its just a prank on tiktok, of course i'm gonna sleepover." you say with a chuckle and heeseung rolls his eyes with a sigh of relief. his hand flying to his chest to console himself as you laugh at him.

suddenly he gently tackles you onto his bed, both arms wrapping around you into a warm embrace.

"it better just be a joke because no i'm never letting you leave me!" he says, placing several kisses on your cheek.

"good, i wouldn't want to be anywhere but in your arms anyway."

jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ

"babe, i think im gonna go home soon." you told jay as the two of you sat on his bed. you were scrolling on tiktok when you came across the prank while jay was playing his guitar. the beautiful melody filling his bedroom.

"did you forget something at home?" he asks, fingers still skillfully strumming the guitar as he asks his question. "no, i just wanna go home." you say, trying your best to stay serious so he doesn't notice you're trying to prank him.

suddenly, his strumming stops and the beautiful melodic sound of his guitar is gone- the room filled with awkward air.

"you wanna go home? but i thought you were spending the night?" he says, turning towards you after he's carefully set his guitar on the stand next to him on the floor.

"yeah but- i don't know... i just don't want to anymore." you explain without much explanation and he furrows his eyebrows at you with a pout on his lips.

"did i do something? are you feeling ok? you know you can tell me anything right? am i not paying enough attention to you? sorry, we can watch that movie you wanted to-" jay was now rambling as he tries to wrap his head around why you suddenly want to leave even though you promised you spend the night over at his place. '

"baby, i'm just joking, it's a tiktok prank!" you interrupt him with a laugh; his eyes drop into a narrow gaze and his pout intensifies.

"wow... fine go home then..." he says teasingly, turning around and crossing his arms.

"hey... i was just joking!!" you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck; placing a kiss on his cheek.

"you can't resist me... you love me too much." he says with a smile, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"you're right but you're the one who begged me to sleepover sooo..." you tease and he turns to look at you, mouth agape.

"hey!!" he says as your laughter fills his room.

jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ

"jake... i'm gonna go home, ok?" you say, getting up from his bed and pretending like you're going home. in an instant, jake's hand is grabbing yours and he's twirling you onto his lap. "you're going where??" he asks, pouting and staring intensely into yours eyes.

"h- home..?" your response wasn't meant to come out as a question but his gaze was so piercing that you couldn't fully focus on the prank that you were trying to pull on your boyfriend.

"what happened to the sleepover? we were supposed to binge a bunch of movies, eat snacks, and play mario kart?? remember that?" he says, trying to remind you why you were there in the first place and although you didn't forget, for the sake of the prank you had to play along.

"yeah... well i don't really wanna do that anymore." you say, looking away from his eyes and onto your lap where you fiddled with your fingers.

"baby, look at me-" jake says, gently grabbing your chin to make your eyes meet again. "did something happen? did i do something?" he asks so lovingly that you couldn't continue pranking him any longer.

"ok, sorry! it was a prank i saw on tiktok, but you're too sweet to prank- i feel bad." you say while your hands gently cup his face as you pepper kisses all over.

"thank god, i thought you were suddenly mad at me." he says, relieved that you weren't leaving and that you weren't upset.

"so you're staying?" he asks and you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to which jake respond by picking you up bridal style and standing up onto his feet.

"splendid! now we will commence movie night, princess what movie shall we begin with?" he asks and his cute actions make you laugh.

"my prince, might i suggest 50 first dates?" you say, playing along with his sillyness.

"splendid choice my love. onward to the living room!" he says as he carefully runs the two of you to his living room with layla in toe; barking in excitement at the random surge of energy between the two of you.

jake carefully places you onto his couch as you set up the movie while he puts together the snacks.

"i'm glad you weren't actually leaving..." he whispers to you during the movie. "i'd never leave, even if i forgot you like in this movie- i'd find a way to remember and come back to you... always." you respond, placing a kiss onto his lips.

sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ

"babe, i'm gonna head out in a bit." you tell sunghoon in such a chill manner that he almost doesn't fully process what you said. he almost just nods and hums in response until his head snaps upwards from his phone and he turns to you with a head tilt.

"wait, where are you going? it's like 2am." he asks and you tell him that you wanted to go home despite telling him prior that you would sleepover because you missed him so much to which he responded with a wide smile and said how much he missed you too.

"home?? what happened to missing me so much you wanted to sleep over? do you not miss me anymore..." he asks, voice low as he tries his best to not show that he was clearly sad you wanted to leave.

"i do miss you... but i also miss my bed." you say and he looks at you like you're crazy.

"your bed... over me?? you're hot and loving boyfriend??" he asks, now he's sitting right next to you, face hovering over yours with both his hands trapping you between them.

"uh- well.." you try to respond but you couldn't muster up any response as you stared at him. he just looked so handsome that you lost your train of thought as broken sentences and stutters left your lips.

"if you miss you bed so much why don't you just move in?" sunghoon suddenly says and this catches you off guard. your eyes widen at his statement and although you've been dating for a little over a year now, neither of you have brought up the idea of moving in together.

"re- really??" your question coming out as a whisper.

sunghoon nods and tells you that it's probably better that way anyways since your job was closer to his place and his rent was more affordable than yours.

"um.. okay!" you say and sunghoon smiles at your response, placing a kiss on your lips. "perfect, i'll help you break your lease tomorrow and we can start planning your move right away!" he says eagerly, pulling out his laptop to start planning out your move.

you're left laying next to him a bit dumbfounded as your prank took an unexpected turn. "y'know this was supposed to be a prank..." you confess and he once again looks at you with a head tilt, "prank?" he asks.

"yeah, i was supposed to act like i didn't want to sleep over anymore to see your reaction..." you explain and he closes his eyes with a chuckle.

"well, good thing you decided to do that because now you're with me forever!" he says teasingly while sticking his tongue out at you. "plus, i've been wanting to ask you to move in for awhile, i just never knew when to do it." sunghoon says in a warm tone and your heart melts at him.

"i'm glad to be moving in, that way i'll never have to leave again." you say while snuggling closer to him so you could both work on planning your move together, wrapping your arms around his bicep while resting your head on his shoulder. a position that you could get used to.

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[norrisainz33]

the call pt.3 || platonic grid & gr63

summary: f1 rookie, y/n, enjoys the 3 week break and races in vegas

pairing: rookie!reader x platonic!grid x george russell

fc & warnings: none and suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

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ynuser: break is breaking!! glad to rest, read and be with friends. now on to vegas ✈️

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user1: YES GAWD

rubendias: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

user5: oh now this is a crossover i’d kill to see

user2: george being the insta bf who isn’t her bf and taking pics of her omg

georgerussell63: london suits you

ynuser: it does 🥰

user10: y/ngeorge supremacy

user3: begging to know what’s on ur tbr y/n

ynuser; you can find me on goodreads darling

user3: OMGNAUFKWT Y/N

landonorris: you can READ?!

ynuser: yeah - can you?

landonorris: not a chance

lance_stroll: see you soon bestie

ynuser: looking forward to it ✨

user4: i can’t wait to see you back on track in 1 week!!

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user11: might be the best media fit i’ve ever seen

yourbff: trying not to drool you look amazing girl

ynuser: thank you 🥹

alexandrasaintmleux: i love everything about this outfit especially that it’s red 😉

ynuser: hehe merely a coincidence

user29: it must be hard being the only one serving in that paddock

landonorris: ok daddy long legs

ynuser: 🕷️

rubendias: looking good y/n

ynuser: why thank you ruben

rubendias: let me know when you’re back in europe. i’d love to take you out one of these days

user12: these boys have nothing on you

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ynuser: back on track in the alpink and ready for some alpoints 🩷

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user2: unhealthily obsessed with the alpink

pierregasly: we got this y/n 💪🏻

ynuser: let’s get it !

user5: crossing all fingers that this weekend is good to you

georgerussell63: you got a pink pony eh?

ynuser: why yes! a member of the pink pony club

user6: cars back on track thank GOD

alpinef1team: that’s our alpink alprincess

user7: final triple header of the year im gonna be sick

user8: god please let y/n seat announcement be soon

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p11 - you could work with that. only had to successfully make one overtake and you’d be in the points. you knew lewis and his silver arrow were going to fly forward and that your real battle was with nico in 9th. you could manage that and you knew it.

gripping the steering wheel tight you waited for the lights to go out and for the race to begin. 3, 2, 1.. you slammed on the gas and took off. time to get to work.

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“box, box” your engineer instructed over the radio and you let out a sigh of relief. the tyre degradation in vegas was stronger than expected and you were thankful to pick up a new set of hards. except when you came into the pit lane - you saw only one mechanic waiting for you. there was no one there. surely they should be there? “did i miss the box?” you muttered to yourself passing the alpine garage and making your way through the pit lane. nope. no box missed. your team just wasn’t there.

“are you fcking kidding me?! where was everyone?!” you screamed into the radio as you pulled out of the pit lane and reentered the race without new tyres and a whole lot of time lost.

“there was a miscommunication, y/n. please come back next lap.”

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you stepped off the scale as quickly as possible snatching the paper from the fia agent and turning swiftly toward your garage. you desperately needed air and a moment alone.

practically running through the pit lane, you ignored your team who tried to call after you as you hurried toward your drivers room. you flung open the door and locked it behind you before ripping your helmet off of your head and slumping down to the ground.

putting your head in your hands, you cried. the race couldn’t have gone any worse. your mechanics weren’t ready for you to box causing you to lose over 20 seconds of time. your strategy calls after that were abysmal and you landed almost in dead last. this sort of a performance was not how you were going to gain a seat for next season and it certainly wasn’t going to stop the skeptics from trying to tear you down.

a soft knock sounded against your door and you heard an unmistakable voice, “y/n/n let me in.” you tried to wipe away some of the tears as you unlocked the door and scooted out of the way so lance could open the it. he looked down at you on the floor and frowned instantly. “oh y/n/n, come here.” he instructed holding out his hand for you. reluctantly you took it and allowed him to pull you up into his arms.

“what happened?” lance asked gently as you sobbed into his chest. you noticed that he was still very much in his race suit which meant he likely hadn’t done his media duties yet either and instead came to see you.

“everything went wrong,” you explained wiping your eyes again and leaning back to look at him. “my mechanics weren’t ready when i went to box and i lost so much time it ended my chances of being competitive and on top of that i just drove like absolute dog shit so i didn’t help myself either.”

lance wiped away a tear from your cheek, “i’m sorry y/n/n. that sucks but this isn’t the end. you have two more races - it isn’t over till it’s over.”

“i consciously know you’re right but i just… i don’t know lance - this pressure is more than i could have ever imagined.”

“i can’t pretend to understand how you’re feeling but i can tell you that no one is perfect after 4 races. you are doing the best that you can.” lance assured wiping more tears from your face as your crying slowed.

there was a forceful knock at the door, “y/n you need to get to the media pen. now.” your pr manager said sternly through the door pulling you back to reality.

lance sighed before letting you go, “alright come on. let’s get out there before people start to spread rumors about what we’re doing in here.” he laughed fixing his race suit, “and don’t get me wrong i love you but you unfortunately are not my type and also i am not a 6 foot 3 british man so im not yours either.”

you let out a laugh and lance was pleased to hear it. “yeah yeah let’s go.”

before walking out of your driver room, lance turned and said “hey y/n/n… don’t let them see you rattled - they don’t deserve it.”

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skysportsf1: a tough weekend for our brazil podium finisher, y/n y/l/n. y/n said the following in her post race interview with us: “today is a forgettable one for me and the team. we didn’t have the pace and we made some critical mistakes. we’ll learn from them and come back stronger in qatar. both pierre and i will. but for now, congrats to george on a brilliant win.”

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“y/n/n.” george’s big blue eyes were staring into your soul and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flickered to your lips quickly before moving back up. “can i tell you something?” he asked over the pounding of the music throughout the club.

you had begrudgingly agreed to go out and celebrate with george and the rest of the mercedes crew even though you had no interest in partying after the race you had. but, at the end of the day, george was one of your best friends and he deserved to be celebrated. you both were a couple drinks deep at this point and george was clearly getting loose. “of course you can georgie!”

he tucked a piece of hair behind you ear, “i um…” he paused stealing another glance at your lips. “i’ve been wanting to tell you something for like a really long time and seeing you leave your drivers room with lance made me realize i should tell you sooner rather than later.”

“what are you talking about? nothing happened with lance and i earlier! he came to check on me after the race.” you put your empty glass down on the bar next to you as you tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“regardless of what was happening it made me realize that i couldn’t keep pretending like i don’t want to be more than just friends with you.”

it felt like the wind was knocked right out of you, there was no way you heard what you thought you just heard. “george william russell - you can’t be serious.”

“i am!” george insisted incredulously, “i have fancied you since what feels like the dawn of time. since i met you on the karting track for the first time. remember? when you barreled directly into the back of my kart? you hit me because i broke too soon and then you being you - you yelled at me after the race and even while yelling you were the most beautiful girl i’d ever laid eyes on.”

“george, i don’t know what to say.”

george ran both hands through his hair. “you don’t have to say anything y/n. i just wanted you to know how i felt because i —“

before he could say anything more you stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him right there in the middle of the club.

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f1gossip: BREAKING NEWS 🚨 george russell and y/n y/l/n were spotted out at a club following todays race. reports say the pair shared a rather passionate kiss on the dance floor which was then followed by george dragging y/n through the dance floor and out of the bar. next report we got is the pair arriving together back at the hotel. seems like things are getting spicy between y/n and george!

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user1: SCREAMING

user23: best thing i’ve seen all day

user44: ohhhhh they’d make the hottest couple

user2: allat and no video evidence??

user5: huge day for annoying people! (me)

user8: surprised it took these 2 so long. it’s been 10 years

user12: YES GAWD THANK YOU GAWD

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated! been in another writing slump but hopefully will get some wips out soon

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[mikgreo]

denji’s prized possession!!

nsfw, minors dni.

a/n: thinking about how cute and submissive denji would be!! always ready to get a taste of his prized possession. this man will get on his knees anywhere, everywhere, always, no matter what.🧡

warning: exploiting, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, denji cums on your stomach and licks it off, also rubs his cum on your pussy, panty stealing.

“babyyy..~” denji whispered into your ear.

“no, go to bed denji.” you said trying to free yourself from his hold.

you two were at his apartment. you were too tired to walk back home, afterall the mission you both got sent over too had taken almost the whole day. you decided to stay with denji, praying all he would do was cuddle and go to bed.

“pleasee. can’t wait til mornin’ pretty.” he was whining in your ear. so annoying, but cute. you thought.

denji had been begging you for almost 20 minutes to let him eat you out. you, of course being too tired, kept denying his request. you didnt wanna go through the trouble of getting up and taking your clothes off and all of that.

“denji, im too tired baby. i cant even get up im so sore. i promise tomorrow, when i can actually get up.” you said, attempting to turn around so you wouldn’t have to little spoon anymore.

“so if i did it while you were asleep you wouldn’t mind?” denji said while kissing your shoulder.

“mmm nope. its better than doing all the work, i would be fine with it.” you laughed jokingly, knowing he would do it, but it never crossed your mind he would, right now, today, tonight.

denji didnt say anymore, so you took it as an invitation to let your eyes rest and get some long, well deserved, sleep.

denji’s pov!

sooo hungry. i cant wait til tomorrow mornin’.

he freed his hold on you waist and slid down the bed, onto the ground, pulling you by your legs to get closer, earning a grunt from you.

he didnt think much of this. he knew you were a deep sleeper, so he had no fear moving you as he pleased.

he tilted your body to the right and raised your legs up, spreading just enough.

he stopped.

would you be okay with this? is this rape? surely not. i hope not, itll be ok. something about this excited him, he knew you would never be really upset with him. it turned him on, seeing you when your the most vulnerable, taking advantage of your body.

he smiled to himself knowing everything was probably okay.

he pulled down your shorts. leaving your underwear on.

he stuffed his face in your cunt, deeply inhaling your smell. he licked your clit through the fabric.

he unconsciously began to rub against the foundation of the mattress. he tried to find the position where he could get the most friction in his sweatpants.

denji grabbed your panties and pulled them up, watching them go up your almost soaked cunt, sinking into the lips of your pussy.

he buried his face once again in your pussy, lapping up all your juices eating you like a hungry dog.

he pulled your panties off, getting a better view of your pussy, sinking in a finger inside your tight hole.

he curved his finger up and down inside taking his time feeling around and exploring your gummy walls, he pulled out and licked it off clean. moaning at the taste.

he pushed his finger back in while flicking his tongue on your clit, occasionally sucking it and rubbing it with his free hand.

at this point denji’s face was a mess covered in your juices. he was a moaning mess, his pants earning a wet spot the more the rubbed against the base of the bed, he had came atleast twice.

he stuck his hand down his pants wetting his fingers with his own slick, taking it up and spreading it inside your pussy, as lube. but also because he found it hot to taste himself on your pretty pussy <3

denji lost track of time, your body had came around 3 times now, he knew if he kept going your body would eventually squirt “or somethin’ ” (his words) and you would wake up.

he found it exciting not wanting to be caught. it turned him on.

he decided to finish himself off by hovering over you relieving himself all over your tummy.

as he finished getting every last drop out his red puffy tip, he licked it off your stomach, licking it clean.

he picked up your shorts and put them back on, but leaving your panties bunched up inside his pockets.

he layed back down in the same position he was in about an hour ago, and took your panties out his pocket.

he spun them around and the air before sniffing them again.

he put them infront of you.

“see that y/n? i wonder who these belong to ♡” he giggled, “they’re my prized possession, along with your pretty soaking pink pussy.”

im soooo sorry if this was something weird to write!!:(

ive personally imagined myself in this scenario amd would fimd it super hot if my partner did this, but thats me.

[ilovewomenfr]

just take your shit and go

click before reading

ex!abby, bottom!reader

men dni!!!! NSFW

cw: pretty vanilla, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), praise kink, make up sex, idk what else

a/n: yall i thought i would be done this on tuesday. ive been so busy this week w work and life ive barely had time to write. this one’s a bit short but i had to get this idea down. i might improve it some time in the future. not proofreading and i kind of dont like it but thats ok. also requests are open as always. AND THANK YOU FOR SM SUPPORT ON YOU ARE SUCH A NERD! I GENUINELY WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. xx.

you and your ex broke up two weeks ago, a huge fight blew up between the two of you which is why abby is at the door of your apartment, backpack slung over her shoulder, to collect the rest of her things. when you answer the door, you see abby’s gaze rake over your body.

“seriously abs?” you scoff at her, looking down at your abby’s baggy t-shirt, “do i get my shirt back?” she asks as she rolls her eyes at you, gesturing to the band tee. “oh. uh. yeah. i guess” you respond in a quiet tone.

“do you want a drink or something?” you offer and abby shakes her head, her blonde braid moving along with. the braid she would only take out at home when she was with you. the braid you used to tug on when she was drunk off your pussy to see her half-lidded blue eyes. you lick your bottom lip at the thought before shaking it away.

“are you gonna let me come in?” abby asks in a slightly annoyed tone. you get out of the doorway and allow her to come into the apartment. “most of your stuff is on the couch,” you mumble as you point over to the piles of things you threw onto the couch in a blind rage the night she left.

“aw how sweet of you to put everything on the couch for me.” abby says sarcastically, resulting in an eye roll from you. “just take your shit and go.” you grab a couple boxes and put them on the coffee table. you watch as she starts packing away her clothes into the boxes, standing awkwardly. “so this is it then?” you ask,

“what do you mean?”

“all it took was a fight.”

abby walks over to you, crossing her arms and resting her weight on her hip, “you were the one who told me to get out and never talk to you again, if i remember correctly.”

“because i was mad. i didnt actually expect you to go.” you look up to her eyes, trying to find any trace of resentment, but you find none. instead you still find love, “why are you looking at me like that?” she puts her hands on your waist, instinctively your own arms wrap around her neck. “im not looking at you like anything.”

“you are.” you play with her braid, “you’re looking at me like you still care.” she leans in and kisses you, catching you by surprise. the kiss is full of longing and desire. the way she holds you makes you feel as though a fire is stirring within you. she pulls away and sighs, walking back to the couch and sitting down.

“youre so confusing. i mean you tell me to go then dont want me to go? then you dont even text me for two weeks and when you finally do its because you want my stuff out of the apartment.” you nod, knowing you’re in the wrong here. “but i still care about you y/n.” abby leans back on the couch, practically beckoning you to come and sit on her lap.

you make your way over to the couch, sitting in silence as the both of you look at each other, tension growing in the air. “im sorry. i shouldn’t have told you to go.” you apologize, breaking the silence. “i shouldn’t have left.” her voice is softer than before, her hand find its way to your knee and her thumb brushes soothingly along your skin. the apology hangs over the two of you, and once again your eyes meet. abby’s eyes have a look of desire in them, one you know all too well. that’s all it takes for you to climb over and straddle her.

her hands find your hips immediately, “i’ve missed you, ya know.” you say gently, “prove it.” your hands hold her face and you kiss her again, sensually and slowly. abby’s hands run up your back to your hair trying to deepen the kiss. you part you lips and your tongue meets hers. you almost moan at the familiar taste, but you pull away instead, “does that prove it?” she lowers you onto the couch so you’re below her, “haven’t proved it quite yet.” she murmurs as she captures your lips once more. her hands slide up under your shirt as your tongues dance together, palming and squeezing your breasts, the simple action resulting in arousal shooting down to your core. she captures your moans with her mouth, before planting kisses down your neck, suckling the sweet skin.

moments later both your clothes are on the floor as abby kisses your inner thighs, “abs please” you beg, “i need you.” she looks up at you, “mm look at you begging for me, so needy, huh?” she goes back to sucking and kissing your thighs and you push her head towards your soaked pussy, “abbyyyy please.” you beg, “hm? what do you need pretty girl? need me to eat your pussy?” she nudges your clit with her nose eliciting a needy whine from you. “fuck, just eat me out already! please!” your begs are desperate now, your aching cunt waiting for attention. she pulls your legs over her shoulders and laps your slick, the sensation drawing a shiver from you. your hands clutch her hair as she begins sucking your clit, “fuck abby yeah” the moan is involuntary and in response you feel the vibration of her own.

youre a complete mess under her by the time the knot in your stomach snaps, your release dripping out of you pussy and onto your thighs. abby just keeps going, lewd sounds leaving you and echoing around your living room. she slips her fingers into you and curls them, your back arches as she repeatedly hits your g-spot, “so fuckin pretty when you’re falling apart baby” she murmurs softly. she uses her thumb on your clit and it’s like you’re on top of the world, your cries are becoming pornographic at this point and it’s just egging her on, “yeah, you like my fingers filling you dont you?” she nips your hip, “mmhh yeahhh. fuck baby ‘m gonna cum!” she keeps hitting your g-spot and the pressure building up inside of you reaches its peak, you feel your legs shaking as you cum on her fingers, “youre doing so good for me baby.” she lets you ride out your high on her before sliding her fingers out, “fuck i missed you so much abby” you say, she kisses you, “i missed you too”

tags: @jamiesturniolo

[angelyuji]

Please please make Fiddleford and Ford diddle y/n 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

ok so full disclosure... i was not into fiddleford like that... HOWEVER... let me cook rq

im thinking....

tw // noncon, teacher x student relationship, freeuse, bill's a freak (probs ooc)

18+!!!!!!!!!! minors dni!!!

assistent researcher (y/n) who managed to snag a job out in oregon for two researchers with a nice giant grant. you were soo grateful for the opportunity to gain experience working with two very successful scientists. you heard from your professor that they had chosen you, specifically, so that must mean that they see you for your talent and genius!

WRONG. they pick you cuz you're HOT and you look like a SLUT. jk! they did pick you because you have the right experience and credentials! and for a time, everything was chill and cool. you have a great time working for fiddle and ford, researching gravity falls and transdimensional portals. ford and fiddleford had a slight thing for their young assistant, but they wouldn’t do anything to you cuz they dont want to jeopardize their career.

until a certain yellow triangle comes along.

bill had ford wrapped around his finger and both you and fiddleford were seeing that change in his personality. he was growing paranoid, being rude, and generally acting crazy. so one night, fiddle and ford were up late drinking, bill decides he wants to play a little game with his puppet and his crushes. bill convinces ford to propose a cute little offer to fiddleford. ("you guys deserve it! after all, you helped them, isn't it only fair?")

“you know, fiddleford.... we’ve worked so hard for so long. especially after taking in (y/n).” he looks over, nodding, already drunk. “you know… they haven’t payed us back for giving them this opportunity.”

drunkenly, “i guess, i didn't realize they needed to pay us." fiddleford leans his head back.

"all that we do, i mean fiddleford, isn't it only fair?" bill giggles gleefully inside ford's head, seeing how easily convinced the two men were.

fiddleford looks over at you, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe. "they really haven't paid us back for our kindness yet, huh."

i like to think that they try to hold off on being too violent or rough with you at first, like it's small touches and grazes at first to see how you'll react. however as time goes on... they get more and more bold and they finally break.

ford breaks first, pushing you up against a wall, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. you try to push him off, but the older man was stronger, pushing your hands away from him. you taste black coffee and his minty toothpaste, you could feel his hand go under your shirrt when fiddleford walks in. ford lets go of you to gesture to fiddleford. you try to run, but fiddleford grabs your arm just before you reach the door. almost as strong as ford, you couldn't fight him off. "(y/n)! (y/n), where do you think you're going?"

"LET GO, FUCKING CREEP." you're sobbing, trying to get his hand off. ford makes a disapproving noise, crossing his arms, he walks over to you. fiddleford pulls you, your back hitting his chest. ford grips your jaw.

"where will you go? are you really going to lose your job, your career, your degree, because you didn't want to lay there for us?" ford's eyes flash yellow and you freeze.

fiddleford's grip on you relaxes as he feels you wilt. he whispers into your ear, "just listen to us, (y/n). that's all you have to do."

fiddleford is more gentle. he likes to use you at night when you sleep because then there isn't any guilt.

ford is very much hot-and-cold. sometimes he's bending you over on the desk and fucking you until you can't stand. sometimes he just likes you to cockwarm him while you're both working. sometimes he likes go down on you when you're chilling on the couch (hes a munch as they say) (if bill's possessing ford, you're getting fucked dumb like you're drooling, can't think, and bill won't stop until both you and ford have passed out.)

as fiddleford gets more and more comfortable, the both of them take turns with you at the same time. THREESOME!!!!! teehee

[sugarushwriting]

bad idea, right? frat boy sunghoon #4

“when I look at you, my brain goes, "ah", can't hear my thoughts”

parts: one two three

pure smut towards the end

not proofread. please like, comment, reblog. pls do not repost or translate as your own.

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“you cheated!”

“i didn’t cheat, you cheated, you cheater!”

“you’re the cheater, cheater!”

you and sunghoon stared eye to eye, not one of you backing down.

“it’s just a game—,” jake began but was interrupted by sunghoon.

“not just a game! this is life or death!”

you all were literally playing monopoly.

“now you see why i told you having a game night with them two was a bad idea?” sunoo sighed, pouting and puffing his cheeks.

“we knew sunghoon was competitive, didn’t expect this from her.” jake scoffed.

“i’m gonna go make some food.” jay said, annoyed and over the bickering between you and sunghoon. “let me know when one of them backs down.”

“it won’t be me!” you and sunghoon yelled at the same time.

“peach give up already. you cheated and it’s ok. but you’re not getting my properties.”

“not gonna do it hoon. im playing fair and square unlike you.” you crossed your arms with a pout.

“pouting isn’t gonna do anything for you peach.”

you rolled your eyes, uncrossing your arms. “you either admit to cheating or no sex for you for a month!”

sunghoon scoffed, “oh please, you’d probably fold before me.”

“you’re wrapped around my finger, hoon. don’t try me.”

sunghoon narrowed his eyes, “watch it peach.”

you smiled and decided to tease him. waving your hands, “ooh i am so scared hoon.” you clasped your hands together then chuckled.

jake and sunoo remained tight lipped at you two bickering.

plus they knew sunghoon. he didn’t mind to be teased, but only to a certain extent. they could see the way his ears began to get red that they should probably try to calm you both down.

“um, why don’t we watch a movie instead?” sunoo offered cheerfully.

jake agreed with a loud uncomfortable chuckle. “yeah, let’s watch like bolt, or maybe despicable me? something light and fun!”

“stand down peach.” sunghoon said.

his tone was anything but fun and light. he was serious. and you were turned on by his deep, threatening voice.

a week. it’s only been a week with sunghoon, since he first took you to bed and he’s already completely ruined you.

you think about sex with him at nearly all hours of the day, finding it hard to even focus on your school work or readings.

minnie, your roommate was more than proud of you for bagging the one and only park sunghoon. you’re close friends were even giddy with joy.

heeseung, jay, and jake weren’t that surprised. jake heard you both that day when you both came back from the ice rink.

of course he told the other two. then sunoo found out and he was disgusted and told sunghoon not to steal his friend from him.

you smirked, “and if i don’t stand down?” you bit your lip. “what you gonna do about it, hoon?” you poked his cheek.

you were definitely playing with fire now.

jake and sunoo quietly and quickly backed out of the living room and to the kitchen with jay.

behind sunghoons dark eyes were thoughts of taking his belt to your ass. or overstimulating you to the point you’re in tears begging him to stop.

but he had a better plan. with a smile he said, “you’ll see peach.”

jays voice interrupted you both, “i made food, come eat you cheaters!”

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sunghoon’s plan? no sex. he took your threat to heart.

after eating with the boys, you thought sunghoon would ravish you upstairs. but nope.

he took you to your dorm, said goodnight with a kiss to the forehead.

you told minnie and she laughed. you were being punished.

the next day, sunghoon barely touched you. your skin felt hot with need of being touched.

“please hoon, im sorry.” you pouted but he chuckled, kissing your cheek and that’s it.

you even tried to seduce him in the locker room at the rink! nothing.

by the end of the week, you were frustrated in so many ways. your books and fingers and toys were no help.

sunghoon on the other hand didn’t even please himself as he was waiting to release it all on you in due time.

“minnie,” you groaned, “what do i do?”

“wear something hot.” she smirked. you looked at her confused.

“huh?”

“well, sunghoon is the possessive and jealous type. specifically over certain girls he’s taken a big interest in, like you. pretty sure everyone knows that.”

“what do you mean?”

“you haven’t noticed how sunghoon literally looks like he wants to bite the head off every guy who even glances your way?”

you shrugged, “it barely been two weeks and we aren’t exclusive.”

“that doesn’t matter.” minnie said and got up to walk to her closet. she pulled out a miniskirt and threw it to you. “you’re wearing that to the party tonight your hookup will so happen to be at. you will loosely flirt for fun, and he will lose his damn mind and finally have his way with you.”

you smiled at minnie’s plan. you weren’t the type to go this far, but you thought what would one of your favorite book characters do?

you pulled on the pink miniskirt, barely 2 inches past your ass covered in panties. you wore it with a white babytee that so happened to have the hockeys team logo on the front and sunghoon’s number on the back. you paired it with your favorite sneakers to wear out.

you bought it not too long ago, ready to flaunt it when or if sunghoon ever had asked you to be his.

walking up the steps to the frat party, your heart was beating harshly in your chest from both nerves and excitement.

walking in, some eyes immediately turned to you, eyeing your legs in that tiny skirt and sunghoon’s number on the back of your tee.

with a smile, you sauntered into the kitchen, greeting the familiar faces, all their jaws dropping.

sunghoon nowhere to be found, but you knew he was probably stalking you from the shadows.

“well don’t you look hot as fuck.” jake said.

you chuckled, “thank you jake.”

all the others boys agreed. sunoo, jungwon, and ni-ki were in straight shock—especially sunoo. but he smiled deeply knowing why you were probably dressed like that.

sunghoon was watching from afar, sipping on his drink. eyes narrowed on you, and you only as his teammates talked and joked around.

it wasn’t until one of his teammates clearly said your name and pointed towards you that his eyes left you.

“she’s clearly sunghoon’s being dressed in his number.”

“if so, why is she flirting with—,”

sunghoon tuned them out seeing you now flirting with another man.

first you come dressed in a sorry excuse of a skirt, but now you’re flirting with another guy while wearing his jersey number?

sunghoon said nothing as he stalked towards you, seeing nothing but red. he was possessive and jealous, seething at the thought of any other guy touching you. looking at you. smelling you.

you were his peach.

as you laughed at the guys joke—who’s name you already forgotten—a hand wrapped tightly around your elbow pulling you back into a chest.

a deep voice huskily whispered in your ear, “playing with fire, peach.”

your whole body shivered.

in a flash, sunghoon pulled you out of that party house, walking in silence to his personal home.

unlocking the door, you both entered quietly, taking off your shoes. you went to walk to the living room but his deep voices stopped you cold in your tracks.

“how are you gonna wear my jersey number and flirt with other men?” sunghoon spat.

you quickly spun around to face him, ready to mouth off but you noticed his belt was already off, he was staring at you with hunger.

“my room. now.”

“sunghoon—,”

“now peach. don’t test me.”

you nodded and quickly ran up the steps to sunghoon’s room immediately sitting on the bed on your knees, your barely covered behind resting on your feet.

sunghoon stalked into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. his belt was still in his hand, the top 3 buttons of his shirt left unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“such a skank dressing in a skirt like that.”

you frowned. “i wore it for you.”

“and i love you in it. but not for everyone else to see.” he frowned himself. “flaunting that sexy ass of yours in that skirt for every other man to see. easy access for them to bend you over and have their way with you.”

“hoon—,”

“take the skirt off.” he said and you got off the bed carefully, quickly undressing from the skirt. you kicked it off your feet.

“bathroom.”

you looked at him confused. “are you deaf? i said bathroom. be a good peach and listen.”

you walked to the bathroom, sunghoon behind you. you were thrown off when he turned the cold water to the shower on. he nodded his head for you to go in.

“what? sunghoon—,”

he tsked, patience running thin. “in. the. shower.”

when you went to finish undressing he shook his head, telling you to get in with your clothes. instead of fighting, you got under the cold shower, yelping when the water hit you.

sunghoon watched as you became drenched. he had you count to 20 with him. after 20 he turned the water off and instructed you to get out.

doing so, he manhandled your wet body, to bend over the vanity in the bathroom.

“count to five with me, peach.”

scrunching your eyes in confusion, you ended up yelling from the pain of his belt coming down on your bottom half.

so much in pain, you forgot to say, ‘one.’

“peach, if you forget to count aloud, we start over.”

tears welled your eyes as the impact of his belt on your wet skin caused pain but also pleasure.

you both knew, if you wanted to stop, if it became too much, you would yell out red.

after finishing the spanks, he rubbed you soothingly, as the marks from the belt were soon to begin to form.

your white tee was soaked and see through. this only made sunghoon happy.

he kissed your cheek, “back to the bed, baby.”

you scooted to the bedroom, wincing once you sat down.

sunghoon came to his room, throwing the belt to the side as he hovered his dry body over your wet one.

using two fingers, he took one of your nipples and tugged hard, another pained mixed with pleasure moan falling from your lips.

“love you in this shirt peach. love you wearing my number. when did you get this?”

you answered him. “i—i wanted to surprise you.”

“what a wonderful surprise.” he smiled, but then bit his lip. “i’ll buy you another.”

sunghoon ripped the flimsy material off your body, throwing it over his shoulder, leaving you in your matching underwear set.

running his hands up and down your body gave you nothing but chills. his fingers gripped the top of the underwear and pulled it down your legs, and as well removed your bra.

now you were completely naked in front of sunghoon while he remained fully clothed.

he pushed you to lean back on his bed, opening your legs by your knees.

you felt so exposed, but turned on by the way he looked at you with a predatory look in his eye.

“i’ll show you, who you belong to. i’ll show you why you were wearing my jersey number.” sunghoon said with a smirk that clearly showed some sinister undertones.

“hoon—,”

“do you remember your word?”

you nodded, “it’s red.” you softly replied.

sunghoon smiled and his palm came down on your inner thigh, and a loud yelp left your mouth before a moan followed.

he literally was about to leave you marked up. more so than ever before.

another slap on his palm came down to your other inner thigh, before he flipped you over and his palms met your ass.

“fuck sunghoon, i’m sorry!” you choked out.

he was being possessive. you realized, apologizing would help—yep. and letting him know you belonged to him.

“not good enough peach.” sunghoon spat and another hit to your backside came.

“shit, sunghoon, i’m so so sorry hoon! i’m yours and only yours. i promise.” you gathered the sheets in your fists tightly. “i—i just missed you so much, and wanted your attention.” tears made their way down your cheeks, wetting your eyelashes.

sunghoon turned you around again so you were lying flat on your back. he kissed each of your cheeks, before tenderly soothing your cheek and using his thumb to wipe away the tear.

sunghoon smiled at how cute and clingy you were being. it was hard for him too, but the way he was, he loved when you were bratty and loved that he got to put you in your place.

“please hoon, fuck me please, i’ve missed you.”

park sunghoon has completely ruined you.

“what my baby wants, my baby gets.” he sighed and leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

his lips left marks down your chin, your neck, chest, ghosting over where you needed him most.

he took both your thighs to rest them over his shoulder, kissing each, before his tongue licked your glistening cunt.

“all wet for me from your punishment, mhm? my peach likes spankings?”

you couldnt answer as sunghoon dived right in, attaching his lips to you clit, his fingers playing with your folds, teasing your hole.

he ate you out good, your belly tightening at the sensation of your orgasm approaching. you’ve learned your lesson to also not mute any noises, as sunghoon loved to hear how he made you feel.

in no time, your orgasm quickly approached, coming on sunghoon’s tongue. your chest heaved up and down, catching your breath. for some reason, this orgasm was a bit more intense then others.

while you tried to catch your breath, sunghoon quickly got rid of all his clothes, grabbing a condom from the table next to the bed.

he quickly got on top of you, kissing you once again so softly, you barely recognized his lips.

his nose touched yours, looked deeply in your eyes as you stared back at him. “you’re mine peach. what may have started out as a bad idea for you turned out to be a great idea for me.”

you nodded, unable to speak. “yours, hoon.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, with one more kiss as he eased into you. “so perfect for me. mine, and mine only. so glad i ruined you for anyone else.”

he bottomed out, his tongue finding yours and his hips snapped back as the hard thrusts began. soft moans left your mouth between his lips, as he grunted and sighed into your mouth with pleasure.

sunghoon was never vocal, but he always made sure you let you know how much he enjoyed being buried deep into you.

you thought you would just have to make sunghoon’s possessive side come out more.

sunghoon intertwined his right hand with your left. with his free hand, he positioned your legs around his waist so he could position himself to reach deeper as possible into you.

you looked down seeing the bulge, a smile on sunghoon’s face as he looked down where your eyes met.

“see how good i fill you up? see how good you take me? all of me?” sunghoon pulled out to where only the tip of him stayed, he sat upright, your legs still wrapped around him. he pushed back in quickly, you both watching the bulge of his dick in your stomach.

“so full, so big, hoon.” you moaned reaching your free hand up so it grabbed sunghoon’s other free one. now both of your hands were intertwined with his as he fucked you ruthlessly.

“ride me, peach.” sunghoon stopped his thrusts, and without hesitation changed positions with you now on top, your hands not letting go.

you began to bounce up and down, the best of your ability with your ass throbbing from earlier spankings.

sunghoon reached between the two of you, rubbing circles on your clit to get you to reach your orgasm, which you were close to.

“you’re gonna come for me, peach.” sunghoon’s pace did not falter as he fucked up into you, taking over.

you leaned down to cover his body with yours, the positioning of your bodies rubbing each other just right. your clit getting pressure from his pelvis.

it also felt weird. differently weird, but in a good way. more intense.

“sunghoon—ah,” you moaned, “something doesn’t—,”

“it’s okay peach, let go.” sunghoon kissed your lips once, then used his free hand to grab you by the back of your neck, attaching his lips to yours harshly, biting and sucking on your lips as his thrusts became faster and sloppier.

your vision became blurry, eyes rolling, body tingling.

in no time you were coming hard. but it was so wet. dripping out of you, pushing sunghoon’s dick out.

“fuck peach, yeah, squirt all over me.”

squirt!!??!!?

you screamed when sunghoon bullied his way back into your cunt, soon coming himself, holding himself in, as he spurt into the condom.

as you both came down, he kissed you softly and harshly, alternating between the two. you were too tired to even try to keep up.

you were sure you blacked out for a second. when you awoke, you were on your back, body sweaty and unable to move. you moved your head to see sunghoon coming out of the bathroom dressed in boxers.

he smiled when he saw you awake, and came to kiss your forehead. “are you okay?” he asked softly and timidly.

you weakly nodded as you felt your throat was too dry.

“i ran a bath for you, i’ll let you soak while i get you some food.”

“what happened?” you croaked out, your hand reaching up to wipe sweat from your forehead.

sunghoon chuckled, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. “you passed out after coming, peach.”

you sighed both embarrassed and relieved. with a laugh you said, “wonder how you’ll top that, hoon.”

“don’t try me peach.” he pinched your thigh.

you smiled realizing the best way to get the best fuck of your life from sunghoon was to be bratty.

you sat up and looked down, seeing your body marked with sunghoon’s hand prints, bite marks, nails, and hickies.

you really did belong to him. and now everyone else would know too.

[hanjist]

sister’s best friend.

content - brother!hyunjin. sister!yeji. fem best friend!reader. pure filthy smut.

warnings - threesome. wxw action. dom!hyunjin. dom!yeji. sub!reader. yeji makes fun of reader and embarrasses her in the first half. pervert!hyunjin. degrading. voyeurism. cumplay kinda. humiliation. spit play. ‘pretty girl’ ‘baby’ ‘cum dumpster’ used. multiple orgasms.

word count - 1983.

a/n - sorry i couldn’t help myself. idfw actual familial incest, so hyun n yeji are step siblings but hyunjin n yeji don’t interact with each other, just you coz you’re the main star obvi. ok so seems like when i write about yeji all of a sudden i get good at writing. not proof read.

“you two should make out.”

hyunjin blurts as he peeks behind the wall of yeji’s bedroom. he quickly hides away as yeji throws one of her stuffed animals at him.

“go away, you perv!”

you giggle away your embarrassment, trying to distract yeji from the fact you’re turning red.

“sorry y/n, my stupid and annoying step-brother. always getting in my business!”

as hyunjin gives another peek into yeji’s room, she spots him and flips him off. he rolls his eyes before walking away into his own room, slamming the door.

“just forget he said that. he’s just being a creep, per usual.”

you take several glances at hyunjin’s door across the hall from your spot on the bed as yeji speaks. she notices your eyes trailing from her to his door. how you’re starting to bite on your lip, to the point it might even bleed.

“y/n! don’t fucking tell me you’re into the idea!”

“w-what?! no! never! wha- how could you ever say that about me?!”

you cross your arms at her, cheeks turning an obvious shade of red. yeji laughs at you, her body slamming on to the pillows behind her.

“you are sick! are you into that shit? being a fucking pervert?”

yeji can’t stop laughing at you. it’s gone to a point where she’s become pale out of the amount of times she’s gasping for air from her laughter.

you turn your head from her, then your body as you sulk.

“stop making fun of me!”

“im sorry, im sorry! i’ll stop laughing…”

she wipes her tears as she takes a final sigh. her body relaxes between the pillows.

“oh man, you’re so disgusting.”

“enough!”

“okay, i’m sorry!”

there’s a silence between you two before you decide to speak up again.

“…it’s not a bad idea though.”

yeji covers her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from even the slightest giggle. then she bites her tongue before she speaks.

“it isn’t.”

she takes another breath.

“we should make hyunjin watch too. get his perverted ass to enjoy the show.”

“woah- what?!”

yeji gives a devious smirk at you as she gets up to lean against her hallway door.

“hyunjin! can you check on something for us?”

he opens his door immediately to the request.

“sure, what’s up?”

had he not heard what you guys were talking about before? there’s no way he didn’t hear, yeji was practically screaming everything out loud. was he playing dumb?

he leans against the door frame. yeji sits herself back onto her bed, right next to you. the space being limited between you.

“how’s my form?”

she grabs at your chin to turn your head away from hyunjin and face her. she pulls you closer to her face. the proximity of your lips, almost touching. your eyes quickly glance at hyunjin from the side, you see him licking his own lips. then it hits you.

you feel yeji’s lips on yours. her gloss smothering all over the bottom of your lip. her tongue darting into your mouth. the pressure of her fingers against your chin. you close your eyes at the feeling. the way yeji’s doing all of the work for you makes you feel relaxed, practically submitting to her.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

you can hear hyunjin from the side, groaning as he watches the both of you. you slide your hands on yeji’s waist, pulling her body closer to yours. she ends up crawling on your lap, eliminating the distance between you both.

yeji darts her tongue further into your mouth, making you moan. hyunjin’s own moan follows after he watches that certain action. yeji’s mouth detaches from yours, a line of saliva connecting the both of you. she gives hyunjin a look from the side.

“so? how was it?”

“fucking shit, ten outta ten. let me in on this.”

he approaches you, shoving yeji to the side. hyunjin wastes no time and quickly connects his lips onto yours. his plump lips fitting perfectly on yours, the wetness of the mix of all three of your salivas creating squelching noises as his mouth devours you. he softly bites on your bottom lip, leaving you into a whining mess. his fingers trail from your cheeks, to your jaw, down your neck, and finally toys at the straps of your flimsy tank top. he loops the straps on his fingers and pulls your top up, taking it off of you in one swift motion. your lips disconnect for a brief moment, then he’s back onto you like a magnet.

everything is happening so fast, it’s becoming blurry to you.

it was like the next time you opened your eyes, you were on all fours.

because you were.

your back arches as you’re hit with reality, more like pleased into reality. yeji grazes a bright pink dildo against your folds, while hyunjin lays back against the headboard of yeji’s bed, using his thumb to caress your lip as he takes his cock out of his pants with his freehand. his tip brushes your bottom lip before he uses his hand to pull your chin down, leaving your mouth wide open to take in at least the rest of his tip.

“can you take more baby?”

you nod as you wrap your mouth around him. he moves the few strands of hair in front of your face behind your ear, then slowly pushing down on your head against his shaft. you let out a gasp as yeji syncs up the dildo with hyunjin’s movements, pushing it in your cunt as your mouth goes down on his dick.

“hyunjin, the toy slides so easily in her. fuck…”

yeji licks her lips at the site of your cunt engulfing the toy whole. a particularly loud moan comes out of your mouth and vibrates against hyunjin’s dick. it sends him into a shock, moaning at the feeling.

it doesnt take long before hyunjin cums. as he releases inside your mouth, he pulls it out with a certain pop sound as your lips detach from his tip. as you swallow his load, his last bits of his cum finish by spurting onto your cheeks and chin. just like paint on a canvas. hyunjin grabs your cheeks harshly, pulling your head to turn and look back at yeji, who admires the splotches of hyunjin’s seed on your face. the distance between you shrinks as she’s now face to face with you. she sticks her tongue out, then presses it against your cheek, licking a long stripe to collect hyunjin’s seed in her mouth. then she attaches her lips back onto yours, a mixture of saliva and semen entering your mouth.

“don’t you think we taste so good, y/n?”

you eagerly nod, gulping down the mix of the siblings bodily secretions.

“wow, you’re disgusting.”

yeji tsks at you. the tone in her voice making you feel flustered, but also so turned on.

“who do you want more? me or hyunjin?”

you’re brain goes blank. you try to speak but no words come out of your mouth.

“the poor baby can’t speak, hm? that’s enough of an answer for us. looks like you’ll get us both, is that what you want?”

“y-yes! b-both! please!”

you whine at the both of them, your head turning to look at one then the other.

“shit… okay baby. lay on your back for us.”

hyunjin’s voice mellow but demanding. you react immediately, getting on your back against yeji’s bed. you watch as hyunjin pulls the restraining material of his pants all the way down to his ankles, while yeji unbuttons her skirt and pulls her panties down only to toss it elsewhere in her room.

the two quickly get into their positions on your body, yeji hovering above your face and hyunjin lined up at your core. the heat of their bodies at your most sacred parts only makes you want them more. hyunjin slowly sinks into your cunt, the tip only making it in before you whine in pleasure. then being cut by yeji slamming down onto your face, mouth directly at her own sopping core and clit to your nose. hyunjin keeps pushing himself in further, while the moans he gets out of you travel to yeji, making her whine at the feeling of your mouths vibrations. her fingers latch onto her headboard, grip tightening for maintaining her balance as she starts to ride your face. on the other hand, hyunjin bottoms out in your cunt, balls deep. the clench your cunt makes around his cock is already enough of a sign that he should start moving. the rhythm of hyunjin’s thrusts in your pussy make you rock up and down, your mouth messily sucking on yeji’s cunt. every time hyunjin thrusts, your nose keeps bumping harder onto yeji’s clit, the pressure building up.

the sensations building up in your stomach felt like it was too much to handle. your toes start to curl. hyunjin notices, making him plow harder into your core. it’s like you’re suffering when the rough speed intensifies. you moan endlessly into yeji’s cunt, making her squirt all over your face. you end up creaming around hyunjin’s dick after yeji’s release.

“creaming all over my cock, hm? take my seed, like a cum dumpster.”

hyunjin gives one last thrust before you feel his warm seed filling you up. as he pulls out, he watches the mixture of your cum drip down your folds.

“shit… look at her mess.”

hyunjin whimpers at the sight of his doings. yeji trembles as she gets off your face. she crawls over to hyunjin’s spot.

“move!”

she pushes him away from his spot on her bed, taking his place. she slowly straddles you, her legs in between yours. you already know what she’s about it to do.

yeji starts rubbing her wet pussy all over your creamed cunt. you follow her rhythm, rolling your hips against her. the mixtures of all three of your essences mix between your bodies. as your clit rubs against hers, you feel another coil in your stomach. it doesn’t take you long to release again, more cum dripping out of your cunt. it doesn’t stop yeji though, rubbing her folds against yours, spreading your cum all over your cunt.

“you love being messy, hm pretty girl?”

you nod your head aggressively, in a way that could mess up your brain more than it already is.

hyunjin watches, a death grip around his own cock, thrusting into his hand as he watches you grind against his dirty step-sister.

“get off, it’s my turn again.”

hyunjin gives yeji her payback, pushing her away from your cunt just as he sees she’s about to release all over you.

“hey! i was so close!”

hyunjin rolls his eyes at yeji’s remark. he grabs you by your ankles, dragging your body to turn towards the end of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. he falls onto his knees, right in front of your cunt. he starts kissing your inner thighs softly. it felt so calming. almost too peaceful.

he’s brisk to reach back onto your messy pussy, leaving light kisses on it. everywhere from your folds, to your hole, and your clit. reserving the most aggressive kisses to your clit, sucking the soul out of it.

he prods his tongue inside your hole, collecting the essence and cream dripping onto the sheets.

yeji on your side has began to suck on your tits. her tongue swirling all over your areola, sucking on your nipples, and leaving dark hickeys all over your chest.

it doesn’t take long for the both of their lips on your body to make you release for the nth time.

you feel weak.

messy.

dirty.

still aroused.

yeji leaves a peck on your lips before she gets up from her bed.

“let’s do this again next time you come over.”

[thechaoticplayer]

Luca smut omg- bratty reader and brat tamer luca 🛐 jsbsjdbjshs i can't stop thinking about it

author's note: JEJEHDIEDHEI 😩😩😩 BRAT TAMER LUCA... TY ANON BC IM A BRAT MYSELF AND OMLLLLLL YES JUST. YES. Also mad shorter than expected but what can I sayyyy

Summary: Brat Tamer Luca has to put your bratty ass into place for all the shit you've been doing to him <3

Contains: FILTHY FILTHY DIRTY SMUT. LUCA KANESHIRO X READER. eatablished relationship, degrading, Luca bullying you and being extremely rough but that's ok bc hes such a daddy, my phone being on 19% and forcing it to work like Luca is with u fr

Mdni or not idgaf

Being the mafia boss's boyfriend came with a shit ton of perks: no one could say anything to you (you can't do this or you're not allowed to do that), you could do basically whatever the hell you want without repercussions, and Luca Kaneshiro spoiled you to death. It wouldn't have come as a surprise if you turned into a brat because of it.

And here you are, whining because your boyfriend has to go meet with some guy he's working with. He's not as important as you are!

"Babe, I have to go, it's important for the mafia," Luca murmurs softly into your hair as you cling to him tightly. Your arms wrapped around his waist and face buried in his chest, you showed no signs of letting go. He sighs. "I'll try my best to make it quick, alright? Just-"

"No!" Your muffled voice replies, before glancing up at him with big eyes. "I want you. To stay."

"Babe..."

"Don't 'babe' me. I guess your mafia is more important than me." You release him and step back, abruptly turning your back towards him, crossing your arms. "Whatever. Bye."

Luca stares at your back for a second, absolutely torn for a second. "What? no, of course you're important-"

"I'm second and always be second, huh?" You saunter to the bed you two share and throw yourself onto it. You rest your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes. "It's fine. Go ahead. I'll just find someone else to play with."

He goes silent. You don't open your eyes.

A beat's worth of silence. "Got nothing to say now, huh?" You scoff, a smirk playing on your lips. "I suppose you've gotten so-"

You yelp as you feel rough hands latch themselves onto your thighs and yank you downwards, and your eyes fly open. Luca leans over you with a dark look in his eyes, brows furrowed in silent anger.

"You suppose ive gotten... what?" The plush of your ass is tightly against his crotch, his gloved hands digging into your skin.

"...soft." His eyes smolder, a fire in his gaze as he leans closer to your face.

"Soft?" He echoes, a sultry chuckle sending a shiver upon your spine. "No no no, I think you got it all wrong, sweetheart..."

The mafia boss hooks your legs over his shoulders, his bigger and wider form trapping you underneath him as he grinds against your wet panties, the skirt your wearing riding up to your hips. You stifle a moan, biting your lip hard.

"You've always liked it when I'm a bit rough with you, hmm?"

"Tch! Don't you have somewhere to be?" You reply haughtily, trying hard for a whimper to not slip past your lips as he grinds slowly.

"It can wait, no? Besides..." Luca's breath tickles your ear. "Theres a certain someone, who needs to be taken care of."

"Yeah. Your friend."

"What a fucking-" Out of nowhere, Luca flips you onto your stomach, leaving you squawking as he spread your legs open, ass in the air. "Brat."

"W-wait a minute!" You stammer as you turn your head to see him rip off his pants and unleashing his cock from its confines, big and hard. The glint in his eyes suggest you were probably not going to be able to walk for a good couple of weeks. "L-Luca, wait!"

"No," he growls, pushing your panties aside and sinking his still gloved fingers into you. A whimper tears itself from your throat as he plunges the digit in and out of your crying hole. "Brats need to be taught a fucking lesson. look at how wet you are. Filthy slut."

"I wouldn't have been- mmph! A b-brat if you didn't leave me all the- ah... t-time!" You blabber, your legs already shaking a bit from how rough and quickly he was fingering you.

"Leave you?" Luca repeats, incredulous. "God, I made you into a fucking brat! Spoiling you all the time, giving you everything you could have ever wanted..."

He slips his finger out, lining up his cock with your entrance. Your mouth almost waters at the sight and he laughs at your lustful expression. "Is this what you want? then I'll gladly give to you, and you won't even dare forget this..."

The mafia boss shoves his girth into, splitting you open. You cry out, hands gripping the sheets as Luca doesn't even allow you to adjust to his size. You were fucked by him plenty of times before, but your hole could never get quite used to his thickness. Luca drills his cock into you, the fat tip kissing your g-spot deliciously so.

The bed squeaks and groans underneath you both, loud moans spilling from your mouth. You turn your face into the pillows, only to be yanked back up. You gasp as Luca forces you to arch, the angle causing you to see stars.

"L-Luca- a-ah! Fuck fuck fuckfuck-" You moan and whimper and whine as Luca's dick pummels itself into you, your walls clenching around him.

"This is what you want, huh?" Luca breaths raggedly into your ear, one hand fondling with your tit. How sensitive you've become, moaning from pure pleasure. "Want me to fuck you dumb?"

"Y-y-you asshole-!"

A sharp snap of his hips force you to choke on another keening moan. "What was that, darling? couldn't catch that."

Only moans answer and he chortles. Luca can feel you getting close, but why stop there? Why not make you wish you never provoked him in the first place? How dare you say that you'll go find someone else to play with in his absence! He tsks as you squirm underneath him. No no, he'll make you beg for him to stop, and even after that he won't obey.

You cum hard around his cock but the mafia boss still bullies himself into you as you twitch. tears rolls down your face as you attempt to scramble away, but Luca pulls you all the way back so now you're riding his cock, back arched against him. You babble sentences don't even make sense as your brain was fucked to mush.

"What's wrong? can't speak anymore?" Luca coos, thrusting himself deeper and deeper. His voice deep and husky, your fluids staining his shirt but he could really care less. "Fucked you so good- what a cock drunk whore."

You whine, skin slapping against skin as you ride his dick, legs shaking and stickiness against your thighs. Luca bites your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks against your dainty skin. He licks from your shoulder to your neck, suckling. Luca can feel the vibrations through your throat as you make such pretty noises for him. Was it possible that he seemed to get even harder and even larger inside of you?

His hips slot up to meet yours and you cum once more, drool dripping down your lips. Luca groans as he feels your walls clench and your hot cum envelopes his dick. He fucks you through your second orgasm until he releases a guttural grunt and shoots his loads deep into your tummy.

"I'm not done," he pants, pulling out of you and throwing you back down on your back. "So far from done."

"L-Luca..." you whimper quietly, body heaving and near close to exhaustion.

He cups a hand to your cheek. "You did this to yourself, pretty girl..."

Luca's mouth hovers over your tit, blowing on it and watching the nipple grow hard. Another chuckle as he pops the tit into his mouth, sucking hard. Your hand finds itself in his blond hair, soft and airy whines in the air. He releases the tit and goes to the other, teeth grazing it.

He kisses down your tummy, opening your legs in the process. The mafia boss lowers to your aching pussy, somehow getting wet all over again. Luca licks a stripe up your abused cunt and a shaky sigh comes out your mouth.

"Horny bitch." Bringing you closer to his mouth, his tongue circles your clit as his hot breaths fan in between your thighs. "Came twice already, and it still isnt enough..."

His entire mouth is on you now, slurping and teasing and sucking. You tug his hair hard, making the mafia boss growl lowly into your pussy. The vibrations add to the upcoming orgasm, your moans filling the room and you were sure everyone within the house could hear. Neither of you gave a damn as he continued his assault on your weeping cunt.

You cum against his face and he laps up every single drop, kissing and biting your thighs while doing so. Your chest rises rapidly up and down, and Luca observes your fucked out expression. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're just about ready to pass out.

Until... "Oh no, you aren't getting any breaks." Luca yanks you back up and turns himself in one smooth motion so now you're kneeling before him, his yet again hard cock in front of your eyes. "Suck, whore."

You eagerly take the cock in your hands, the slick from both parties still covered all over it.

There is definitely more where that's coming from.

[taintedcigs]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃彡

rockstar!steddie x reader

summary: dating two rockstars is fun, except when you get caught breaking their rules, and your punishment ends up in the form of some festive fun — tied up with christmas lights.

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up irl im so serious), spanking, punishment?, daddy kink (but its so very light do not look at me im so seriously embarrassed), oral (m receiving, good old bj), kinda rough, dom/sub dynamics, mean!dom!eddie, mean!dom!steve no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, nicknames!

authors note: the banner thingy of this is making me laugh i tried ok. graphic design is my PASSION.

Taming brats. 

That was something Eddie was really fucking good at. 

Expert even, especially after he started dating you. And once Steve was thrown into the mix, you were unstoppable.

Acting out more than usual, being a teasing little slut.

It all happened with a drunken night out after their show, three-way kissing, and hours of making each other cum led to one realization; the three of you worked perfectly, and you and your boyfriend were more than okay to open up the relationship to Steve. 

To Steve it was all so exciting, this new dynamic, the fun stuff the three of you tried, the punishments, the edging, the overstimulation, all the new kinks, intrigued him to no end. Yet, Steve still had one problem; he wasn’t that good at being a dominant. 

Whether it was him apologizing to you and not being able to fully punish you, him letting you be bratty, or him letting some of your actions go unpunished just because you looked at him all prettily. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a dominant, he did, he really fucking did. So much so that he was doing everything he could to not fuck it up and make you and Eddie proud.  

It was that he was just very new to this, while Eddie had his fair share of kinky sex stories, and so did you, all Steve had were some hookups here and there, the groupies he had weren’t that interesting; the wildest thing he ever did was some dirty talk, and maybe getting his dick sucked at a public bathroom. This was a brand new territory he was trying to get adjusted to. 

The two of you were more than okay with helping him adjust to it all. Eddie loved teaching Steve about you and your body, what you enjoyed, what made you squirm, what made you instantly cum and of course; how exactly to punish you the right way. It all sounded perfect as an idea, but Steve could never execute it well. 

Whether it was because of those puppy eyes you did, or the whines that he drew from your mouth anytime he tried to put you in your place, or the begging and the sweet-talking, Steve didn’t have it in his heart to go all the way, which earned him the ‘soft daddy’ tittle you giggly called him all the time. 

So, Eddie wanted to teach him how to do it properly, in a way that was enjoyable and comfortable for all three of you, clearly, he knew you better than Steve did, and he knew his sort of punishments were always something you took pleasure out of, so he wanted to show Steve that, make him realize how good it made you feel, and how the dynamic truly worked. 

And this was the perfect time to show him, especially when you broke one of the most important rules. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed against his chest, disappointed, angrier than you ever saw him, you with your head drooped low and your hands behind your back, and Eddie with that goddamned smirk on his lips leaning against the wall, tilting your chin upwards with a tut. 

You were naked, fingers still coated with your juices, a slight guilt flashing across your eyes​​—but not really. Because you wanted to be caught, you wanted this punishment. Wanted the attention. 

Especially when both of them were so busy with work since New Year’s was coming up. They were either at gigs or at the studio, not even letting you come with them because you were ‘too distracting’.  

So, once again when they left for the studio, you had an idea. An idea that would surely bring out a mean punishment, yet the best pleasure. 

The second you heard the door getting unlocked, you were naked, laying on the bed, turning on your vibrator, knowing that once you let out a few slight gasps, the two of them would end up in the room, and all of their attention would be on you. 

“Eds, I swear I—I didn’t even cum!” You muttered with a whine. 

Eddie barked out a chuckle, mocking you. “That doesn’t mean shit, baby, rules are rules.”

“Steve!” You whined all brattily, turning to him with a pout, expecting to earn some sympathy from him, because you always did. Yet, there was something different this time, a darkness his gaze didn’t possess until now, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you rub your thighs together in excitement. 

“Don’t think you can try to get out of this one by sweet-talking me doll, not gonna work,” Steve mumbled, the nickname rolling off his tongue with all the pent-up anger. 

“Now we have to punish you.” He narrowed his gaze, making you swallow. Shit, he’d have to cave eventually, right? Because this was Steve. 

“And I’m sure, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Our attention?” You don’t answer, knowing that anything coming from your mouth could get you more into trouble, and Eddie scoffed at the state of you, that devilish grin playing on his lips. 

“Steve, honey, can you get those Christmas lights?” He asked sweetly, a smile flashed his way, and nothing but a scowl flashed yours. 

“L—lights?” You asked with a pout. Fuck, lights meant trouble, because you hated how tight they were, and you hated not being able to touch them. 

“Yeah, have to bring out the big guns, you’ve been so bratty lately. Such a shame too, because you were doing so good honey, when was the last time you were all tied up?” He quizzed mockingly, face inches away from yours. 

“I don’t remember.” You mumbled.

“Aha, that’s why we need it back, and so that I can teach Steve how to tie our little slut up, isn’t that right?” As if on cue, Steve came back with a grin, the long string of Christmas lights in his embrace. 

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie hummed excitedly, pressing a harsh kiss on Steve’s lips, flushing his cheeks a salmon pink, before he made a show of the strings of light, wrapping it around his hand, and grinning while he made his way over to you. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed again, and Eddie motioned toward you. “Lie down on Steve’s lap, face down.” With a quick huff, you obeyed, crawling over his lap, making a show of it as you wiggled your ass in the air, enjoying the low hisses from both men. 

“Arms behind your back, slut,” He hisses, and you’re quick to obey, crossing your arms over your back, watching as he plugs the lights into the outlet, a grin overtaking his face as they light up. 

He stretches them forward before he begins tying you up, twisting them around your arms, making sure your wrists are steadily restrained, before he loops them around your hips and your legs, making sure it has a tight hold on you. 

“Look how pretty you look like this.” He grins, watching the way the Christmas lights illuminate your skin as he lands a harsh smack on your bare flesh, and you yelp dramatically over it, skin burning with the impact. You try your best not to giggle, not to make him know that you’re enjoying this, because you want the punishment to be over as soon as possible. 

You need to cum. And you know Eddie can, and will edge you till’ however long he wants, so as much fun as it is to be a brat, you need to behave, for these next ten minutes, or try to seduce Steve in some way, you knew he tried to be tough, but you always managed to break him. 

Eddie kneels next to you, while Steve squeezes your ass, his cock stirring more and more you whimper for him. “Steve’s gonna spank you five times,” Eddie taunts with a grin, and you nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your stomach the more you feel Steve’s grabby hands. 

“That is unless you want some more?” Eddie challenges with a raise of his brow.

“N—no!” 

“Good girl,” he praises, and fuck, does that make your stomach instantly tumble. 

“Make it rough, Steve, she enjoys that shit,” he spits, fingers teasingly dancing around your shoulder. 

“She sees you as her soft daddy, she thinks you can’t really punish her, you gotta show her that you own her, too,” Eddie mocks with a slight grin, enjoying the way Steve’s gaze is overblown with lust now. 

“Is that right, honey?” Steve hisses, all mean and biting. Something you haven’t seen to this length, something that was making you so intrigued that you could barely speak. 

“Nuh-uh,” you hummed, head dipped into the couch, before Steve had a harsh grip on your chin, making you face him. Chocolate gaze growing darker, and pupils blown wide. 

“Need you to count for me, honey, can you do that?” You nodded, quick and obedient, and Steve was starting to understand how good it felt, to have you surrender to him, his cock stirring at your doe-eyes. 

His hand raises in the air, the smack of it much softer than Eddie’s, but still rough enough that you feel the sting, a warm feeling overtaking your flesh, causing you to yelp at the unexpected intrusion. 

“You can be rougher, baby,” Eddie encourages, enjoying that pure hunger in Steve’s amber hues, and he’s quick to nod. 

“I thought you said you could count, slut. Is that pretty little head of yours so full with the thought of our cocks that you forgot to count all of a sudden, doll?” The nicknames roll off his lips like a warning, tone so coarse that you immediately tense up, apologetic gaze meeting his dark ones.

“S—sorry, Stevie,” you muttered, his sudden dominance making your body tremble, and your cheeks flush with heat. “O—one.” 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He coos, hand smoothing over your reddened skin, reveling the way you shudder under his touch. 

He spanks you again, and another yelp falls out of your lips, this time much harder than before, you can fully feel the pain, and Eddie watches the two of you in awe.

“Two.” 

His hand gropes your ass again, massaging over your heated skin, and once again, harsh smack lands on your marked-up flesh, much rougher, but easing the second he carefully traces over it. 

“T—three,” you mutter, moaning into the pillows your head was smushed in. 

You feel another hand join Steve’s, but your attempts to look up at Eddie are turned down when he tuts, “Focus on your punishment.” 

His fingers are teasing as they make their way up to your trembling thighs, drawing whiney breaths from you. He uses his index fingers to spread you apart, both him and Steve groaning at the sight of your puffy clit. 

His fingers find their way inside of you, earning shaky moans while you try to push yourself back onto him, to have more, to feel that fullness, and all Steve does is chuckle at you, at how pathetic you want them both, rutting against Eddie’s fingers while you moan. 

And just as you’re about to beg for more, beg to have both of their cocks, two harsh slaps land on your ass, one on both cheeks, the two boys grinning devilishly as they watch the way their handprints mark your ass. 

“Four,” you mumble, words scrambled together when all you want is more from them, the mocking making you wetter and wetter. Especially when Steve is being all mean for the first time.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, sweetheart, did you?” Steve mocks with a pout, and you moan into the pillow again. 

Steve kneads your sensitive skin, while Eddie’s fingers are still inside of you, your ass is burning, but it feels so good that you can’t help the whines that leave your mouth. 

“Such a fuckin’ slut for us, aren’t ya? Soaking my fingers just for being spanked, told you she likes it rough, Stevie.” Eddie pushes his fingers fully inside of your walls, thumb toying with your clit, so agonizingly slow that you bite down on the pillow, incoherent babbles leaving your lips. 

You need this punishment to be over so that you can have both of them, it’s so pathetically overwhelming and teasing that you don’t even realize what you’re begging for, just when you’re about to push back on his fingers again, the roughest slap comes, and you cry out at the impact. 

You’re sure your ass is practically burning now, but it feels so good that you’ve basically already melted into the sheets, body feeling frail with how turned on you really are. And, thankfully this was the last.

“Five!” You wail out with excitement filling your tummy, Eddie’s fingers slip outside of you with that, you’re too fucked out to register any of it, the pain subsiding and fast to turn into pleasure when Steve is kneading your firey flesh, it has you feeling so painfully empty that you’re looking at Steve with pouty lips and a desperate gaze. 

“Good girl,” Steve praises, pressing a sloppy kiss on your bruised skin, and you whimper at the cold feeling, cheeks fluttering at the much needed praise. 

“N—need more, please,” you mutter, it’s a long shot, and by the way they’ve both been so mean, you knew neither their teasing nor the punishment was going to end soon. But, fuck, were you desperate. 

Steve barks out a laugh, it’s evil, and just as mocking as you’d expect, but not from Steve. Eddie looks almost as surprised, but so very proud, because both of you want this dynamic to work, and for Steve to be in this as much as the two of you are, and it looks like it’s finally working. 

“So fuckin’ mouthy today, aren’t ya?” He coaxed, picking you up to roll you over to the bed, hands grabby before he turned to Eddie. 

“I think we should put those pretty lips to use, baby, what do y’think?” Steve quipped, gazing at Eddie with the need for approval, and Eddie’s cock stirred at the both of you. 

Steve submitting to him, still taking a bit of control to dominate you. Fuck, this was exactly what he wanted. 

“Get on all fours for your daddies, pretty girl,” Steve hummed, leaving a playful smack on your already marked-up ass while you yelped, pussy clenching around on nothing. 

“Do you know how fucking hot you are when you order her around like this?” Eddie groaned, his hand gathering curls at the nape of his neck, gripping it tightly to pull him in for a kiss, all teeth, and no mercy. Greedily sucking at each other’s tongues, ignoring all of your squirming. 

You’re so unbelievably wet and you need something, anything. Seeing the two boys kiss is not doing you any good, so you just mewl with such desperation that both of them break apart from the kiss with a dark gaze. 

“I said all fours,” Steve hisses, but you pout, struggling to stand while your hands are tied behind your back, and your body is wrapped around the lights, making your skin glow in the best way possible. 

“Aww, can’t do it on your own, sweetheart?” Eddie taunts with a pout, and you’re quick to nod. 

“You need our help, baby?”

“P—please,” you muttered, almost embarrassed.

“You want your daddies to fill all your holes is that it, slut?” You nodded vigorously. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, speak up,” Steve chimed in. 

“Y—yes, please, please I need both of you, need both of you to fuck me, please—” your rambling was cut off by Eddie’s dark chuckle. 

“God, so fuckin’ desperate, should we give her what she wants, Stevie?” He nodded off toward Steve, a mocking pout on his lips. 

“I do want to punish her more… but I also need that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, she’s been too mouthy lately, don’t ya think, Munson?” Steve groaned loudly at the thought. 

“Mhmm, and I should fuck her pathetic little pussy, show her who really owns her, yea?” Eddie grinned toward you. 

“You definitely should, does she think she can make herself cum better than we do?” Steve asked tauntingly. 

“N—no I don’t! P—please need both of you s’bad, ‘m sorry, I won’t touch myself again, daddies, I promise,” you cried out, desperate, enough to have both of their cocks ache with the need to fuck you. 

“You’ll be sorry, sweetheart, we’ll make sure of it.” Both of them were quick to get rid of their clothes, joining you on the bed, Eddie holding you by your hips, and Steve steadying you by your shoulders, both sets of angry red tips facing your holes. Eagerness ignites a fire in your entire body. 

“God, I was going to stretch you out a little bit, but look at you sweetheart, practically gushin’ for me and we barely did anything.” Eddie grins, fingers toying with your soaked clit, and you whimper loudly, looking up at Steve with hooded eyes, excitedly waiting to get what you were promised for, your entire body feels like it’s on fire, everywhere they touch burns, and you want nothing more than to have them fuck you, anywhere and everywhere. 

Steve barely jerked his erected cock before he dragged it over your lips, smearing his beaded pre-cum all over, mixing with your gloss. Starving, you were quick to lick it all away, that salty taste coated your tongue and you hummed. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He almost lost it there and then.

“God, she’s soakin’ my fingers, Stevie.” Eddie moaned, relishing in the squelching sounds your pussy made the more his fingers entered inside of you.

“Please,” you whispered, desperately pushing back on his fingers, trying to get more. 

You turned your head as best as you could. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.” Your tone was sultry, making Eddie groan. 

“And, please, fuck my mouth daddy, I deserve it,” you muttered, this time faux innocent gaze at Steve’s, his mouth hanging open, eyes lulling as he looked down on you. 

With a slight groan, “Open up,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth eagerly, while he dragged his aching cock inside, watching the way you quickly wrapped your lips around his length, sucking on it greedily.

“Her mouth is heavenly, Munson, you need to fuck her while I’m fuckin’ her mouth,” Steve groaned loudly when you bobbed up and down. 

“Open her up, Eddie, really fuck her, use her like the little slut she is.” That was all the encouragement Eddie needed, his fingers left your hole with a slick sound, emptiness making you whine around Steve’s cock. 

You didn’t have much time, or even the space to complain with Steve’s cock hammered into your mouth. You couldn’t see Eddie but you could feel him shift behind you, his hot tip teasing against your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your clit, making you whimper crazily around Steve’s cock, driving him further into a pleasure he didn’t know existed.

You were at your fucking limit. Only when the head of his cock teased against your slit that you let out a sigh of relief. He pushed his cock inside, the hold he had on your waist was bruisingly rough. 

He pushed and pushed his way inside, cock slipping easily through your soaked folds. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

It always amazed you how fucking big and thick he was, stretching you out in every way possible. 

His groans were guttural, and so were Steve’s, especially when his hands wrapped around your hair halting his cock into your mouth, realizing you were too fucked out to do it properly. 

“So sloppy when you get your holes filled,” Steve tutted, “fucking love it when you go all dumb on our cocks like this, such a perfect little cock sleeve for us, aren’t you? Just waiting to be used by your daddies, hmm?” He hummed, eyes stuck on you when he yanked you by your hair again, pumping his cock further into your mouth. 

You whimpered in an attempt to nod, crying out once Eddie pushed in deeper inside of you, cunt clamping around him and so very willing. Your pussy was his. 

And you felt full, so fucking full.

“Shit, shit, fuck! She’s so fuckin’ warm and tight, Steve.” Eddie grunted, voice ragged, his weight on top of you, as he poised all the way inside of you, and you tried your best to adjust to his cock. But, fuck, did he always stretch you out, make you feel all of him. 

“Jesus, baby, look how perfectly your holes are taking our cocks, it’s like you were made for us, huh?” Steve almost growled, fucking your mouth with ease while he enjoyed the way you gagged around his cock, tear-streaked cheeks, and looking up at him with those alluring eyes. 

All three of you were about to fucking lose it. It was all too much, all so fucking good, making your body feel like jelly while they manhandled you in the best way possible. 

He slammed into you rougher, not stopping until he was sure you were full of him, same with Steve, filling you all the way in. You felt achy in the best way possible, and their grunts sounded lewd and angelic at the same time. 

He pulled out and slammed back in. Just as brutal but his hips picked up speed, the more he fucked into you, the more you took Steve into your mouth. Creating the perfect harmony between the three of you. 

You felt like you were going to explode, mind going hazy with everything. And of fucking course Eddie could tell, with the way you were squirming, thighs shuddering, and your tender pussy gripping his dick nicely. 

Your mewls and whines were muffled by Steve’s cock slammed down your throat. “Shit, honey, are you gonna cum already?” Eddie asked with a low groan. 

You nodded, as best as you could with Steve’s hold, eyes pleading, begging, so fucking desperate that neither of them wanted to hold you off. 

Besides, your punishment wasn’t edging tonight. 

“Pretty girl, cum for us, baby, soak Eddie’s dick,” Steve grunted, teeth grinding together, just barely holding all of it. It was making him feral watching the way Eddie’s thick cock plunged into you, while you took his cock into your mouth, like the good fucking girl you were. 

He almost looked at Eddie for approval, and he nodded quickly. “Cum for us, sweetheart.” His words were all the encouragement you needed. Muffled noises tumbled from your mouth as Eddie’s cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed and brought you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy shuddering around Eddie’s cock.  

“Our perfect girl, cumming just from us using your holes, shit,” Steve cursed, desperate to give you all of his load, make sure you never spilled a fucking drop of it.  

“God, she’s so fuckin’ tight when she cums, Steve, don’t think I’m gonna last,” Eddie growled, his thrusts dramatic, enough to have the bed creaking with a squeaky noise.

“Come with me, baby, let’s fill her up at the same time, hmm?” Steve grunted.

“Yeah, you’d like that, baby? You’d want your daddies to fill all your holes?” He taunted with your chin in his hands, Eddie’s rough hold on you was making it harder to focus, you just came but you simultaneously needed more. They were so fucking addicting. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart, I’m gonna fuckin—” Eddie rambled, so deep inside of you that you whimpered around Steve’s cock, making him grunt like a madman. 

“Me too, Munson, shit!”

“Gonna give you so much of my cum you’ll never get it out of you, princess, fuck!” It was a promise, his thrusts were brutal, bruising, and fucking divine. 

“S—shit baby, I’m—fuck! I wanna see you swallow all of my load, not one fuckin’ drop—oh fuck!” Steve added.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Both of them yelled in almost perfect sync. Thick cum filled inside of your walls and shot down your throat, it looked like Steve was too fucked out to tell you to swallow, and you beat him to it, sucking him dry with an exaggerated humming sound. 

Eddie was still unloading inside of you, seed spilled so deeply that it made you feel so warm, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Both of their cocks and cum filling your holes, darkened gazes staring down at you, and it felt fucking amazing. 

You loved the little praises, the ‘good girl’ and ‘perfect girl’ they uttered before they placed thousands of kisses over your skin. Yet, you were nowhere near done, no, this was just a little taste. And you were hungry. 

“A—are you going to untie me now?” You asked, unwillingly, bringing that desire spark back into both of their gaze in an instant.

“Oh, sweetheart, you thought we were done?” That mocking voice was back like it never left, and you couldn’t help the way excitement pooled your tummy again. Shit, they were fucking good. 

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? We’ll make sure you’ll cum, over and over, creaming our cock till you physically fucking can’t anymore.” Steve added, both of them grinning like a Cheshire cat, knowing there was so much more to your punishment. 

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excuse me, um, i love you {8}

ian smith x influencer! reader

authors note: korie posting back to back!? i know this is cray cray divas. i literally worked on this in the car otw to and from the dentist so like fuck it why not post it. im milking that restaurant scene so bad divas im so sorry lmfao but please if you have any ideas lmk!!! liking and reblogging helps a ton!

warnings: cursing, very descriptive kiss ig?

word count: 1,676

The tension is unbearable, thick like the air before a storm. Ian sits there, perfectly composed, like he has all the time in the world. Like he knows exactly what’s going to happen next and is just waiting for you to catch up.

It pisses you off.

You grab your drink, taking a slow sip just to give yourself something to do. “You’re really not gonna say anything else?”

Ian shrugs. “Not if you already know the answers.”

Your fingers tighten around the glass. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

Ian smirks like he takes that as a compliment.

You exhale sharply, pushing away from the table. “You know what? Fuck it.” You slide out of the booth, grabbing your bag as you stand. “I don’t even know why I came.” Ian watches you, his expression unreadable. But he doesn’t stop you.

That only pisses you off more.

You turn on your heel and storm toward the exit, ignoring the way your chest feels tight, the way your skin burns under his gaze. You shouldn’t have come. You shouldn’t have let him drag you across the country just to sit there and act like he didn’t give a fuck.

The cold air hits you the second you step outside, sharp against your skin. You don’t stop walking. Not until you hear footsteps behind you.

Ian.

You roll your eyes, picking up your pace. “Please leave me alone.”

He doesn’t. “Where the fuck are you even going?”

authors interjection: that line was killing me as i was writing omfg 😭 ok proceed lmfaoo

You keep walking. “I don't know, but i really dont wanna be here ”

A beat of silence, then....“You’re being dramatic.”

That makes you stop. You spin around, heart pounding. “I’m being dramatic?”

“Yeah. You are.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Right. Because me being mad that you flew me out here just to sit in silence is so unreasonable.”

Ian exhales through his nose, stepping closer. “You’re mad because I didn’t chase you the second you walked away.”

Your pulse kicks up, but you keep your expression hard. “I shouldn’t have had to walk away in the first place.”

He tilts his head slightly. “You done?”

You glare at him, your breath unsteady. “Bitch? No!”

also laughed really hard while writing this.

Ian just watches you, waiting.

You exhale sharply, shifting your weight. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like you don’t care after everything.”

His jaw tightens just slightly. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Ian,” you snap. “Maybe start with why the fuck I’m here?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies you, like he’s debating how much to give you.

Then, finally—

“I missed you.”

The words hit harder than you expect. Your stomach twists, your arms wrapping around yourself like you can physically keep them out. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

Ian exhales, stepping closer. “I didn’t know how else to get you here.”

You blink. “What?”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking off to the side for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I posted that picture on purpose.”

Your breath catches.

Ian tilts his head. “You wouldn’t have come if I just asked.”

You shake your head, trying to make sense of it. “So you. what? Tried to piss me off?”

His lips twitch, like he’s amused but knows better than to show it. “Worked, didn't it?”

i honestly wouldve crashed out wtf do you mean!?

Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, arms still crossed over your chest like that’ll somehow keep you steady. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Ian doesn’t flinch. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s enjoying this. “Never said I wasn’t.”

You exhale sharply, turning away before you fall under his gaze. “I can’t believe I got on a plane for this.”

Ian moves then, stepping into your space before you can walk off again. “Then don’t waste the trip.”

Your head snaps back toward him. “Excuse me?”

He’s close now. Not enough to touch, but enough that you feel the heat of him, enough that your body betrays you. “Come back with me.”

You blink. “What?”

Ian tilts his head toward the street, toward where his car is waiting. “Come to mine.”

You let out a breathless laugh. “You think I want to be alone with you right now?”

His gaze flickers to your lips for a fraction of a second before he meets your eyes again. “Yeah.”

Your stomach flips, but you force yourself to roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

Ian smirks like that’s the best thing he’s heard all night. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You hate that he’s right. Hate that even with how mad you are, you don’t actually want to leave.

Ian watches you for a moment, then sighs, his smirk fading just slightly. “Come on,” he says, voice quieter. “We don’t have to do this out here.”

The fight in you is still burning, but the cold is starting to creep in, and the way he’s looking at you—like he’s tired of pretending he doesn’t care—makes you waver.

Finally, you exhale, dropping your arms. “Fine.”

Ian’s brows lift slightly, like he didn’t actually expect you to agree. Then, with the ghost of a smirk, he steps back, gesturing toward the car.

The car ride is suffocatingly silent.

Ian drives with one hand on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road like he doesn’t notice the way you’re angled toward the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Like he doesn’t feel the tension pressing down on both of you, thick and unrelenting.

But of course, he notices.

“You’re really doing this?” His voice is low, calm in that infuriating way that makes you want to snap.

You don’t answer.

Ian exhales, shifting slightly in his seat. “You’re mad.”

Still, you stay silent.

He hums, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Alright.”

That’s it. No coaxing, no trying to pull a reaction out of you. Just alright.

You dig your nails into your palms, your irritation bubbling over. If he wants to act unbothered, fine. You can do the same.

The rest of the drive stretches out in silence, only the low hum of the car filling the space between you. When he finally pulls up to his building, he puts the car in park but doesn’t make a move to get out.

Instead, he turns his head slightly, looking at you through the dim interior. “You done?”

You grip the door handle but don’t move. “Done with what?”

Ian smirks, slow and knowing. “Ignoring me.”

You clench your jaw, pushing the door open without responding. If he thinks he can pull you back in with that smug I know you better than you think act, he’s dead wrong.

Ian doesn’t chase you. He follows, slow and steady, like he has all the time in the world.

The air is thick with tension by the time you step into Ian’s apartment—a sleek, minimal space with dim lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. You barely take it in, your anger still simmering under your skin.

Ian shuts the door behind you, tossing his keys onto the counter like he hasn’t just dragged you across the country for this. You don’t say a word.

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re really gonna give me the silent treatment?”

You ignore him, walking deeper into the apartment, your arms crossed so tight it almost hurts.

Ian watches you from where he stands, his head tilting slightly. “You know that’s not gonna work on me.”

Still, you don’t respond.

A beat of silence. Then—

“I told you why you’re here.” His voice is calmer now, quieter.

You finally look at him, eyes sharp. Then, slowly, you shake your head.

“No, you didn’t.”

Ian exhales through his nose, stepping toward you. You don’t back away, but you don’t break your silence either. His lips press together, jaw tightening as he closes the space between you.

He stops just in front of you, his voice low. “You’re really this mad at me?”

You lift your chin slightly, holding his gaze.

Ian’s eyes flicker over your face, like he’s searching for a crack in the wall you’ve built between you. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you but knows better than to push right now.

The silence stretches. The weight of everything between you presses down, thick and heavy.

Then, without another word, Ian moves.

His hands find your waist, his grip firm but not forceful, and before you can think—before you can decide if you even want to resist—his lips crash against yours.

It’s not gentle. It’s desperate, a collision of frustration and everything unspoken. Your fingers tighten in his tee before you even realize you’ve grabbed him, pulling him closer like you’re trying to prove something.

Ian groans into your mouth, deep and low, his hands gripping you tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold you in place. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and your breath stutters, but you don’t pull away.

You should.

You don’t.

Instead, you kiss him harder, letting the weight of your anger, your confusion, your want spill into it.

Ian backs you up against the counter without breaking the kiss, his body pressed against yours, his fingers digging into your hips like he can’t get enough. One hand moves to cup your jaw, tilting your head up as he deepens the kiss, as if he needs you to feel exactly how much he meant it when he said he missed you.

And god, you do.

Your silence is long gone now, lost between the way his mouth moves against yours and the way his hands refuse to let you go.

But just when the heat starts to take over, when you can feel yourself starting to give in,

Ian pulls back, breathing hard, forehead resting against yours.

“I’m not gonna rush you,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I swear.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, gentle despite the way his pulse is racing. “But just be here with me.”

someone cooked here

someone = me

cooked = burgers

xoxo - korie

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Im dying for some Nikto x Male Reader :'( There's nothing out there for me. Can I request, Nikto with a Cocky and Arrogant S/O? Can Be SFW or NSFW Thank you ❤️

Nikto x male!reader

(I hope I satisfied it as best as I could <33)

TW: hate sex with feelings and happy ending, insults, brusing.

Ok so if you don't like this, you can block this account and nothing more.

Requests are open if you were wondering :)

Btw I changed a bit the story so it is better in some parts

Ohhhhhhh you made me think of hate sex…god I have a good fucking small story inside my stupid head….raaaaaawwww Gnawing the bars of my enclosure. Btw you are too kind :( there you go ‘boops their head’ you will be 🤍anon.

Hate you…or do I?

NSFW so MDNI - Hate sex, swearing, fighting, blood, sex with hidden feelings

Nikto enjoys seeing your cocky attitude falter as he spits blood on your self esteem and walks over your decisions saying that they are clouded by your arrogant judgment and are not safe to be considered even remotely efficient. . .you thought that being the same rank as him and having relatively the same experiences could be of some help when shaming him all day before crossing eachother’s path and growling at the mere presence of the other.

The situation escalated when he began to push you into any wall anytime he could and bruising your mouth by roughly kissing it with his teeth while digging his nails into your clothed waist. You on the other hand tried doing the same as you weren’t going down without a fight, and managed to dig some bloody cuts on his shoulders. It continued like this; bickering sessions ended up with bruised lips and trembling legs trying to push the other away to regain some dignity.

The hate and tension reached its peak when Nikto ended up pushing you into your bed and digging his teeth into your bottom lip drawing out blood and insults. He ripped off your clothes and you did the same. Some blood and bruises were forming on your bodies but that was a matter for the after.

He wanted to say ‘You did good on the last mission’ instead of ‘You fucker, you failed everything and you couldn’t even do a simple task’ as he scratched forcefully your broad back after pinching the fresh healed wounds on your torso drawing out a silent scream out your mouth. ‘Thanks for your presence and for covering my back- back there’ ‘Shut your virgin ass since you don’t do any better, at least I am a liked person around’, you flipped your positions. Now you were on top of him with your legs pressed between his and you were clamping your teeth down on his neck. It hurt a lot. . .and Nikto couldn’t accept that, his pride was too big and high to let you on him and in a swift move he turned you down on the mattress, ‘You are only good at taking it up the ass! Moron, you should have been a stripper at this point! A failed one because I bet my salary that you wouldn't even grab the attention of a drunken man ahah!’

Spit drooled out his mouth like a carnivore savoring his newly catched prey. He didn’t want to admit it but…he really wanted to see you like that again. He was lost in his own world for a while and got back to his senses after you barked back a cocky:

‘At least I am useful to something, unlike you who can only bark out orders like a certain Colonel I know and be like an angry volcano all the goodamn fucking time!' your voice was restrained as you couldn’t quiet breath since a strong hand was holding you - choking you in the messy bed.

You then yelped out in stinking pain, he sticked his fingers inside you without a warning and without an ounce of lube, such as spit. The stretch was hurtful and you hated how good the pads of his pointer and middle fingers worked around your sensible spot, fucking and overstimutaling it till you were just panting out short breaths and trying to get up on your elbows, to then try to shove the one you looked up the most off. He pushed you down again, this time forcing your neck down and letting breathing become harder, he took away his fingers and pushed your ass up. You could sense his eyes wander to all of your upper and lower back imaging all the thoughts that might be crossing his filthy and rotted brain. You hear his belt unbuckle and the low but intriguing squelches from his fingers taking some of his saliva out the mouth (you really wanted to devour that mouth harshly) and wetting down his cock.

He pushed his length inside without a warning and he grunted out at the sudden enveloping sensation trying his hardest not to bottom out. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, how much you wanted to have his hand prints on your body and how much you wanted your neck to be bruised with his teeth marks and fingers, but only a stream of curses came out of your mouth. He rams into you, mounting you and keeping you close in seemingly fear of you going away, your cock brushing repeatedly the wooly sheets creating a friction that makes you see stars and finish immediately without a warning. After a couple of more seconds he comes into you grunting like an animal, securing you under his crushing weight. He had his eyes closed, his mask long since thrown away in some part of the room and all his features visible.

You saw the burn mark on the right side covering the skin until his eye and the long slash dividing his mouth from the left. You loved him, well love was there but you couldn’t phrase it, you wanted to put your hand under his chin but all you could ever do was to choke him if possible. He feels the same, his heart swells with pain as you twooften brawl but he can't, it's too hard. Nikto wants to try and sew your situationship back to ‘’normality’’ but his voices tell him otherwise, to do anything other than good.

He stays a shameful silent. After some time of not deciding what to do, he rolled to the side and heard the aftermath still inside you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

He knows that now you will get up, clean yourself up and leave while giving him a disgusting look because you have no reason to stay, but that was not what he wanted. His stupid brain couldn’t voice his wants and needs and that resulted in the formation of this vicious cycle of this love-hate relationship. He loved you dearly, but he could only spit out venom because he didn’t know how to phrase what he felt.

Instead of letting his grip loose, he started rubbing small circles on your firm stomach feeling your toned muscle fibers underneath, the veins going under adorned the neatly taken care of hair forming a nice happy trail. You hated not shaving them so they were always short.

He put one of his hands at the center of your chest and passed his fingers between your body hair, sweaty from before, and noticed that your heart rate was very calm, calmer than it should’ve been. He inhaled your scent from the nape of your neck and reopened his eyes as he whispered an almost sad ‘’Don’t leave, please’’.

You shifted, embracing the hand on your lower stomach with your own and sighed. ‘’Why…” you were tired, tired of all of this so you decided to be patient and hear what he had to say.

All he could think of and speak was ‘’Just. . .don’t please.’’ His hands twitched, you knew that sign, he was struggling internally and maybe making some of his thoughts scram away. You took some pity on him and decided to stay as you even had no energy to get up.

A silent strange air hugged you two while he rested, he began to tighten his grip and growl a ‘’Go away, fuck i hate you’’. He was not having this yet you sensed he didn’t really mean it. After he came back, he was different, you found himself many times talking to himself or gripping his forearms in anger so tightly that you swore blood was seeping out of the wounds but as you tried to help him and make him voice what was wrong, the answer you got was ‘’Fuck off’’.

He crawled back like a wounded animal and slipped out many words between voices and strangers taunting him every waking moment of the day. You and Nikto have been first colleagues and then close friends but as he began, over the years, that cycle of insults and unnecessary sparring, you couldn’t do anything else other than fight back.

“Easy there, it’s just us and no one else. you don’t need to do and say anything, remember only things you can touch and feel are real”

It was the mantra you had made him remember like a prayer in case his episodes were becoming too much, but they could only do so little. He repeated them whispering with a broken voice as he breathed heavily.

“Sorry, for everything…” he half cried as he lost the capacity to do so many years ago and sat hiding his eyes in his hands. You turned and looked at him with a sad look, you sat too and put your hand on his back and said “It’s fine”.

With that, you two looked at eachother with knowing looks, he said he loved you but also those parts of him did not, but he did. You said you loved him too and would help him with medications if needed and how to end things up. Being in a relationship was prohibited and could result in both of you being discharged with dishonor so being together was off limits.

The other people on base remained firm in believing that you two hated each other to the bone so you two decided to stick with that routine. Night fell quickly and you found yourself in his arms sleeping the night off. In the morning though, you had to wake up early to not raise suspects.

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Really Somthing Part 2

(found on pinterest)

Summary - After the events of the night before Joel finds you in the same place.

Word Count - 2.7k

Warnings - mdni 18+, angst, crying, some language, mentions of virginity and f!masturbation. Kissing, groping (none of the fun stuff yet im sorry) difficult conversations

A/N- i kinda feel like this is everywhere but i'm tired of looking at it so i hope its ok. i promise there will be smut in the next chapter, i've never wrote it so im a lil scared tbh but ok here, hopefully this is readable. *i have made a few edits but nothing much changed.

the lovelies who requested to be tagged - @preciosapascal @vixorell

 Your birthday came and went. There was no class that day so you spent the hours at work.  Your coworkers remembered and brought in cupcakes during lunch, your mom brought you a coffee on your break and you even got a text from a classmate. Your family took you to your favorite restaurant and it was nice. As far as birthdays went, it was great. 

Time seemed to move too fast yet too slow and left you with that feeling in your chest like something was trying to claw its way out - a discontentment you knew all too well. There was something different though. It was something new though not completely unknown. Stronger, more persistent. 

 The ghost of tobacco on your tongue and the warmth of his hand spanning your stomach were  the grounding reality to the images your mind conjured. Those lips trailing down your throat, top of those greying curls with your thighs wrapped around his head, him hovering over you, filling you.  

   You couldn’t really know what is was like. Your experience started and ended with your own fingers but lord, a girl could imagine. 

 You spent the entire day wondering, fantasizing at your desk, on the way home, at the dinner table with your parents trying to ask you about your day.  

   You felt guilty, for which part you didn’t know. Sure, you were inexperienced but you weren’t a prude. It wasn’t like any mention of sex had you flustered and stuttering. There was no morality attached to your virginity. It just hadn’t happened yet and you didn’t want to rush it.

In all honesty, you expected it to be awkward - all fumbling hands and clammy skin grating with a stranger, half-drunk and deliriously making the impulsive decision to rid yourself of a label you never cared about or hesitant, unfulfilling and boring with a boyfriend you liked just enough. It  was going to be everything that sent your anxiety spiking through the roof. 

   So you ignored it, it wasn’t like you had a line of suitors down the block waiting for you. If anything you were a shut-in, introverted to the point of parental concern.  

  Obviously, your thing with Joel was another issue of its own. It was all in your head, you knew that. It lived on as some forbidden romance-esque fantasy. He was twice your age and your dad’s closest  friend - anything more than a crush was dangerous territory. 

Last night, you had crossed that line and you weren’t sure how you supposed to go back to pretending this was all in your head. You would have to, you knew Joel never meant for it to mean more than what it did.

  The more naive part of you expected a text, some acknowledgement of what happened. The more logical part knew he didn’t owe you anything. He’d done you a favor more than anything, entertaining some girl’s half-assed teenage rebellion and that was that. 

He was a busy man, there was a multitude of reasons for his silence. Contracting couldn’t be an easy job and Sarah, despite being nearly eighteen, never let the man breathe. 

But still, the disappointment curled in your stomach as laid across the back porch swing, eyes closed and letting the breeze wash over you. Maybe it was better if you pretended that it didn’t happen, move on and forget about it. You could avoid the disappointment and embarrassment of rejection.

   You swore to yourself, no matter what happened you wouldn’t be that girl. The one who makes a big deal out of one little kiss, the one desperately pleading for more than a man wanted to give, you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him. You were better than that.

   The porch door creaked open. You lifted your head from where it laid on the swing’s armrest, legs still stretched out across the seat and peeled your eyes open. It took a second for them to adjust to the dark and make out the figure in the doorway.  You expected your mom or sister but instead, you were met with those brown eyes, lit by only the moon and faint glow of the porch light. You didn’t know whether to be relived or worried. You adjusted yourself so you were sitting with your legs tucked into your chest, chin resting on your knees.

  Joel had come from work, dirt crusted jeans and boots proof of his labor-intensive day. Arms crossed against his chest, that green flannel rolled up and pulled taut against his broad shoulders, his face was stern but the softness was there in the corners of his eyes, the slight upturn of his mouth. Despite your anxiety and disappointment, mix of relief flooded through you.

  “Hey darlin’” He said, moving closer to the swing gently rocking in the breeze and wrapped his fingers around the chain suspending it, veins flexing on the back of his hand as he brought it to a halt.

  “It's late.” was all you were able to say, not trusting yourself to speak further. 

  He huffed a laugh and shook his head, lowering himself to sit next to you. The chains clanked and the swing rocked against his weight, the tips of your toes brushing the denim of his thigh. 

 Silence lingered though you could tell he had something to say but the only noise that came was the rustle of his hand reaching into his jean pocket, pulling out his carton of cigarettes and a lighter. 

 It was the same as everytime you watched him do it in the last three years, the same as last night. He stuck one in the corner of his mouth, cupped the end to shield it from the air and brought the flame to the colored end and lit it a bright cherry red. 

  “Y’want me t’ go?” He said around the cig, a puff of smoke escaping into the night air. 

  “No!” The words came too quick and heat rose in your face. You had half the mind to make a run for it, to lock yourself and never come out. Instead, you kept talking. “I just- I guess I thought.” 

    “Thought what?”

 He wasn’t looking at you.  

   “I don’t know. I don’t know what to think about any of it.” You said, quiet, arms hugging your legs tighter, you studied his profile.The strong arch of his nose, the little scar across it, those cheeks and that mouth, a curl falling across his forehead. He was so pretty it hurt. And it was like it hit you all at once, the realization of the situation you were in. “You kissed me, Joel.” 

   “Ain’t happenin’ again.” It was more of a grunt the way he said it, like he had to force it from his throat and your stomach dropped. The sting of rejection was one you would never acclimate to though you expected it. Your gut reaction was to yell and cry and ask why he would do that in the first place but you knew why, you knew it was a spur of the moment thing and didn’t mean anything. You let your eyes close and took a breath. “Ain’t right.” 

 You blamed the burn in your eyes on the smoke billowing next to you and blinked hard. 

  “Of course not. I didn’t think you - I understand it’s not like that for you.” You tried not to sound wounded, like a child with her feelings hurt. Instead, you plastered on a shaky smile and ignored the lump in your throat as you tried to lighten the mood.  “As far as birthday gifts go though, it was pretty great.”  

  The words tasted like ash, thick and bitter in your mouth. It wasn’t his fault that what started as an innocent teenage crush had morphed into something more, something twisted and wrong.  

  His gaze lifted to yours. His brows were furrowed, that line appearing between them, lips downturned. You tried to look away in time, tried to pull away from those honey brown eyes tinted against the glow of the dying cigarette but the tears escaped. You turned, hands coming up to swipe them away and let your bare feet hit the wooden planks, trying to make your way across the porch. You needed to go, to move. You needed distance to breathe before you couldn’t hold it together any longer.

 “Oh, baby no.” His voice was quiet and rough, like he felt guilty for telling you what you already knew. He came after you, quick footsteps and a heavy hand on your shoulder. You let him turn you towards him but didn’t look up, kept your eyes focused on the black sky and ignored the tears still streaming. “Hey, look at me.” 

   You shook your head and hugged your arms closer. Embarrassment and shame filled you. This is exactly what you said you weren’t going to do, be the girl who made a scene, who couldn’t let go of one stupid kiss. You were acting like a stupid fucking teenager and that excuse expired twenty-three hours ago.

   Joel’s hands cradled your face, calloused thumbs swiping at the tears that were falling in slow droplets. He guided you to turn to him, eyes meeting without choice. Confusion mixed with your despair at his pained look, there was more emotion on his face than ever before and you didn’t know why. You had to suffocate the small flame of hope that flickered inside of you. 

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t want- “ You were rambling, voice thick with tears. Eyes roaming anywhere but his,“I know it’s not right and that you don’t- I didn’t mean to put you in a bad position. I don’t know what I was thinking last night.” 

  “No, sweetheart. Need ya to look at me.”  You listened despite the anxiety and shame running through you. The sight of him ailed the panic a bit, making it just that much easier to breathe. You braced yourself for the placating, the it’s ok, but we won’t talk about it ever again but it never came. “You ain’t done nothin’ wrong. You ain’t put in any situation I didn’t wanna be in. I mean look at ya.” 

  He said the last bit like he hadn’t meant for you to hear it, like a though escaped. That flicker of hope building as he kept talking, the darkness of his eyes causing something else to kindle. 

   “Old man like me ain’t got no business wantin’ you the way I do. ‘m old enough to be your daddy. Hell, ‘m older than ‘im ” He let out a laugh, humorless around the edges. Your heart was in your stomach, mind trying to process what he was saying. “Baby, I ain’t putting you in that situation. Ain’t gon’ let you get hurt like that.” 

  It took a delayed second, your eyes tracking his face before you understood. Realization dawned, tears slowing and a small grin pulled at your face. 

  He wanted you, in some realm close to the way you wanted him. A girlish giddy feeling filled your chest and you leaned into his touch, just an inch. But the longer you stared, the more you understood.

  “Joel.” You whispered, more of a plea, looking at him through blurry eyes as processed what it all really meant. Three years spent pining, dreaming and wondering of something so out of reach was in front of you. It was right there but you ran the possibilities through your mind and there was the catch.  

  It would change everything, ruin everything. This wasn’t only your heart on the line, there were people who existed outside of this. And you saw it, the destruction it would leave when they found out, the disappointed look on your mother’s face, the betrayal on your father’s, the confusion on Sarah’s that morphed into disgust as she ran the numbers and realized. 

   “I know, baby.” He said, pulling you into him as your face crumpled. An arm banded around your waist and a hand came up to stroke over your hair. He engulfed you in warmth, smelling like cigarette smoke, sweat and wood and something so familiar your chest ached.  Your fingers gripping at the fabric of his flannel as your body shook.

And he stayed there, hand rubbing over your hair and murmuring words you couldn’t make out against the top of your head until your breathing evened and the tears slowed. When you were calmed down, you pulled back far enough to meet his eyes. to see the concern and worry written across his features. 

    The urge to ail it, to calm the despair, to smooth away the line between his brow and the frown of his mouth was too strong to ignore. You found yourself trailing your fingertips across his cheekbones, the rough hairs of his beard and tracing over his strong nose, coming to land on his jaw. 

 You should’ve moved away, took a step back and walked back into the house. That night a distant memory that no one ever spoken of again, to be forgotten in time but then you were pushing yourself to your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to the scar that was nicked into the skin there. His shoulders tensed underneath your hands and you thought he might push you away but his arms pulled around you, closer and he sighed quietly, barely there. 

 Its a memorization game of sorts - the way your lips drew a path down his face, the way they moved to his stubbled cheek and down to the corner of his mouth, the need to remember this, to bide more time until you figure out how to make this work.  

    “Baby.” He breathed and you felt his resolve waver. The fingertips against your back flexed, a shaky breath that brushes across your lips. “If we do this-” 

    “I know, I know” 

And you did. This wouldn’t be a fantasy of happily ever afters with family dinners and wishes of congratulations, where everyone got out unscathed, where relationships weren’t beaten and bruised beyond repair. There was no guarantee of anything but hope was persistent, that flicker turned to a flame that licked up inside you until you were burning with it. 

    It would be the end of what you both knew but it was everything you wanted, something you never dared dream a reality for fear of the rejection that nearly shattered you a moment ago and he wanted it too. You couldn’t walk away. 

    There was no more pretense of teenage rebellion or forbidden birthday favor. Whatever this was, whatever it would be was real, tangible. 

  With one last look through your lashes, you were shifting, nudging with the hand on his jaw for his mouth to meet yours - careful at first as warmth invaded you, spreading sparks through you at the slightest contact and pooling in your stomach. His fingertips flexed into your waist, letting out a shaky breath that brushed across your chin and that thin thread holding you both back, the hesitancy snapped. 

  Then you were licking at the seam of his lips, barely there flicks of your tongue silently asking for more. He gave it, mouth opening so you could taste the tobacco that laced his tongue. You wound your hands into his hair, tugging on the curls enough to have him groaning in your mouth, the rumble against your chest sending shockwaves through your nerves.   

   Joel left your mouth to trail open mouthed kisses over the underside of your jaw and neck, your head falling back to give him better access. His lips pressed your pulse point once before his teeth were there, sinking into the skin and biting just hard enough that it had you gasping, a wave of arousal pulsing between your thighs causing your fingers to tighten into his hair. 

   You were hot all over, the kind of hot that had nothing to do with the summer air but with the hands that’s were roaming your body, smoothing over the skin of where your shirt had ridden up, the feel of him half-hard and pressed against your hip, the persistent way he was back on you, devouring you as he licked into your mouth. You felt it before, small and fragile more akin to a flicker than a flame but this was intense - all consuming and threatening to burn you alive. 

   “Joel.” You breathed, you couldn’t wait. You pulled back to look at him, hands sliding down to the back of his neck.  “Need you to touch me. ” 

  You lost the fight the second he stepped onto the porch that night. You wouldn’t be able to justify it when it inevitable blew up in your face, there was no excuse for sleeping with your daddy’s best friend  But Joel was there, wrapped around you all warm and solid and you couldn’t move, couldn’t bring yourself to break away from him, 

   He hesitated, eyes widening a fraction and you were worried he was going to push you away, send you back in the house like the night before but he nodded.

    “Okay, baby.”

[almalvo]

hi guys sorry ive been gone

hey yall. i hope youre doing ok.

so many of these, right? im sorry...

i know i have been silent on this platform, its because life hit another road bump and i just wasnt able to focus on more than one platform for a while due to the stress and pressure, so i took a hiatus on everywhere but twitter. i was focusing on twitter and suddenly out of nowhere got hit with an erroneous suspension (twitter's automated system thought i was a bot, so im trying to get this appealed so we will see, fingers crossed smh...)

but yeah, i havent forgotten my other platforms - i just needed a break and was barely able to focus on one for a time.

with this wild false suspension on twt, i realise i really do need to focus on keeping alive my other platforms simultaneously in case stuff like this happens. it was devastating to find out what happened to my twt in the morning because i have SO many very important contacts connections and clients on there from small to big names and industry professionals, im taking a huge blow to my financial survivability and my work as a creator and im not sure how to deal with this as it has been my main lifeline during this very unstable time in my life due to irl circumstances.

i apologise, i shouldve announced a hiatus on my other platforms but i didnt bc i didnt know it would go that way. please forgive me.

i will start returning to tumblr and instagram this week. all content will be updated. my one concern is my art deals with mature themes and twitter ngl has been the only place where such content has been allowed without me having to be too concerned with the TOS of the site. obviously thus is not true on IG and tumblr. i do have a bluesky, i plan to boost myself on there as best i can but it is still an infant social media site where theres just simply NOT enough people on there. if you guys want to also follow my bluesky, please do so here.

i am really really working hard on top of irl life to build a name for myself so i can approach doing big projects and things and actually have my silly art go somewhere. the recent events have been very detrimental to that. i think it is time i rebuild on here, IG, and bluesky, regardless if my twt main comes back or not. if it doesnt, i may have to make another twitter. hopefully it doesnt come to that, hopefully twt support, however shoddy, will pull through this time. but i will keep you guys updated.

i dont think my content is really gonna fly very far on these three other platforms, but ill try my best.

im very sad, but in the end, i wont give up, and the goal was only ever to enjoy posting whatever silly ideas i have that people can also find some value in and enjoy too.

to those who have found me and stuck around, thank you so much for your patience.

i will return.

almalvo

[sturniolo04]

Cooking Dinner C.S.

Bf!Chris x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which chris distracts anna from cooking dinner.

Anna's POV: Im standing in the kitchen preparing dinner for me and my boyfriend chris. I have my airpods in and im quietly humming along to the music. I decided to make mace and cheese just because im lazy.

Suddenly i feel two arms wrap around my waist and i scream and the the person with the cheese grater.

chris: Ow what the fuck Anna

i hear chris groans, rubbing his head

Anna; you idiot you scared me

i say smacking him with a towel

chris: damn calm down

he says raising his arms in exasperation

Anna: dont sneak up on me

i whine crossing my arms

chris: ok ok im sorry babe

he says hugging me and kissing my forehead

Anna: now go shower you stink

i tease

chris: hey working out isnt easy

he says walking to our room

-Time Skip-

I hear chris' footsteps draw closer just as I place the Mac and Cheese in the oven. I stand up straight and look at him. He's leaning on the door frame smirking at me

Anna: what

i ask feeling slightly self conscious. he doesnt say anything but walks towards slowly.

Anna; Babe are you okay

i say backing into the counter, staring into his eyes, trying to figure out his emotions. he walks to me wrapping his arms around me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. he pulls me closer to him and then i finally feel the problem

Anna: Fuck this will not end well

she thinks

Anna: Ok Ok how about we eat then we can do this

i say trying to untangle myself from him but he just lets out a low chuckle and suddenly i am turned around. he stands behind me and whispers into my ear

chris: babygirl you dont know how much you turn me on

Anna thinks for some time and decides to cooperate.

I lean back into him and press myself into him, he reacts by letting out a gasp

chris; you know what? i cant wait anymore

he says. he places a hand on my back pushing me down onto the counter. i let out a gasp as my skin comes into contact with the cold marble counter. he pulls my sweats off with my underwear

chris: would you look at that. you were trying to stop me but youre wet

he mocks pushing two fingers in. Whining i push back onto his fingers needing more friction.Suddenly his fingers leave me feeling empty. but next i feel the head of his dick rubbing up and down my entrance. he continues teasing me and then slowly pushes in.

chris: uhhhuh there's that tightness i missed

he groans out. he starts to speed up his thrusts holding onto my hips.im not able to produce any words. All i can do us moan and claw at the counter looking for something to hold onto. he slows down and changes the angle of his hips. A gasp leaves my mouth

chris: there it is

he says as he continues to hammer that spot

Anna: Please please please please please

is all that leaves my mouth as i feel my release nearing. my mind goes blank and my mouth opens as i feel the flood of pleasure rush over me

chris: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

chris exclaims as he spills into me. he pulls out and picks me up.before he carries me out of the kitchen i tap his arm.

chris: hm

he says looking at me. i point to the oven not being able to produce words. he puts me down and walks over to the oven and turns it off.

chris: let's get you cleaned up

he says carrying me to the bathroom.

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