#they are both stupid and pathetic losers

[techychillin]

I hate this stupid fucking dog (affectionate)

[sometimesmaybespoof]

When she Half on my Life till I 2

[jestertown]

save me morally ambiguous priest character.... priest character save me...

[im-smart-i-swear]

guy trapped in a hell of his own creation: haha ive never done anything wrong in my entire life. and im always right:] anyway. why did my little brother move out:(

its so funny to me that at first glance tashi seems like hed be the most 'normal' out of all the clones but at least all the others are slowly healing n shit while hes just getting more and more insane each day and one day hell snap and explode and maim someone

[yelhsaa-a]

Extra credit

Minors do not interact. This is an 18+ work with heavy themes and explicit content.

Warnings: NSFW / Explicit sexual content (18+), Double Penetration, Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Brat Taming, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial / Orgasm Control, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Possessive/Controlling Behavior, Academic Rivalry Dynamic, Minor Breathlessness / Light Bondage Elements (pinned to desk), Aftercare Hints (Caleb being soothing after)

The first orgasm rips through you like a wildfire.

And they don’t stop.

Zayne braces his hands on the desk, gripping the wood on either side of your hips, and starts really fucking into you — fast, merciless thrusts that punch little gasps out of your throat. Each time his hips slam into yours, the wet, filthy sound of it fills the room, louder than your desperate whines.

Behind you, Caleb, still buried in your ass, rocks into you slower, but deep, grinding the fat head of his cock against your walls until you're seeing stars.

The contrast between them — Zayne brutal, Caleb deliberate — makes your brain short-circuit.

"You hear that, pretty thing?" Zayne growls, pulling your hair back so you're arching helplessly between them. "That's the sound of a loser getting fucked stupid."

You sob, clenching down involuntarily, and Caleb groans against your skin, hips jerking.

"Don't tease her too much," Caleb murmurs, his voice strained, so sweet and fucking patronizing it makes your toes curl. "She’s already so full, Zayne... she's doing so well."

"Yeah?" Zayne huffs a laugh, snapping his hips even harder, making the desk groan under you. "Doesn’t look like it. Looks like she’s about to fucking break."

Another brutal thrust.

You cry out—no words, just raw sound—and both of them chuckle darkly, proud.

Caleb slides one hand down, cupping your soaked pussy where Zayne’s cock splits you open. His fingers toy with your clit again—light, teasing flicks—and your entire body jolts, hypersensitive from how overstuffed and overworked you already are.

"You wanna cum again, don't you, sweetheart?" Caleb breathes against your ear.

You nod desperately.

"Nuh-uh," Zayne says sharply, slapping your thigh hard enough to leave a sting. "You don't get to cum yet. Not until we say."

He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, forcing a scream out of you, your nails scraping helplessly at Caleb's forearms where he cages you in.

Your walls flutter helplessly around them both, trying to milk them already.

"God, you’re tight," Caleb grits out, losing a little of his calm.

"You’re fucking pathetic," Zayne snarls, "and you’re gonna cum like a whore anyway."

They find a brutal rhythm — Caleb thrusting up into you while Zayne pistons forward — sandwiching you between them, battering that sensitive spot inside you with perfect, merciless precision.

Your second orgasm hits without warning—violent and overwhelming, your pussy clamping down so hard that Zayne actually hisses.

"Fuck, she’s squeezing—"

"She’s close, Zayne," Caleb pants, kissing your temple even as his hips stutter. "Let her."

"She didn't earn it yet," Zayne snaps—but he's groaning too, hips losing rhythm, slamming rougher, harder, almost punishing.

You try to hold back—you try—but it’s useless.

The pleasure crests too fast, too big.

You cum again, screaming, gushing around Zayne’s cock while Caleb moans low against your neck, his own cock twitching inside you.

"Fucking greedy," Zayne snarls, but his voice breaks, and then—

He slams in deep, hips flush to yours, and spills inside you with a guttural growl, his hot cum flooding you so fast you can feel it leaking around the stretch.

Caleb follows a second later, his voice sweeter, more desperate: "Oh fuck, pipsqueak—"

He buries himself deep in your ass and cums hard, warmth filling you everywhere, spilling out with every tiny clench of your walls.

You're a mess—wrecked, gasping, drooling, trembling between them, filled to overflowing.

But they don’t let you go.

Zayne’s hands stay tight on your hips, thumbs rubbing bruises into your skin, while Caleb leans over your back, his weight keeping you pinned to the desk.

"You still think you're smarter than us?" Zayne huffs against your ear.

You don't even have the strength to answer.

Caleb chuckles, low and fond, running his fingers soothingly along your trembling sides.

"Poor thing. We broke her, Zayne."

"Good." Zayne kisses your temple roughly, a surprisingly soft gesture for how brutal he was just minutes ago.

You whimper weakly, boneless and overstimulated, feeling their cum drip out of you with every twitch of your muscles.

Caleb presses a sweet kiss behind your ear.

"Don’t worry, angel. We’re not done yet."

Zayne smirks, pulling out slow and lazy, watching his cum leak from your ruined hole.

"We’re gonna make sure you learn your lesson," he says.

"You wanted extra credit, didn’t you?"

[skyrigel]

Simon would never forget the first kiss. It was an all electrifying force reckoning inside him — It was over the bloodied limp of your pathetic ex husband.

So it happened like this, Simon Riley was head over heels for you the moment he met you in the elevator and as if by fates the damn box stopped working which resulted in Simon helping you up the stairs with the grocery and also knowing your sweet darling name. Then on and on he knew more, about your narssicist husband whom you had filed divorce against months ago.

And it wasn't until one night he heard the raised voices from the apartment hallway, and one of them which he recognised in his soul was enough to make him bolt out mindlessly with heart beats escalating every second.

“Get out ! Get off me !” You screamed as your husband grabbed both of your wrist and with a thud he pressed you against the wall.

“Listen you fucking bitch —” That was all he was able to slur before Simon grabbed the bastard by the back of his neck, pulling him back from you with one rough shove.

You breathlessly stared as Simon's eyes reached over, glancing, nodding, and softening, then back at the man you made the mistake of marrying once.

“Who are you ?” He dangled back and forth with shaking steps, eyes unfocused on Simon who didn't stop glaring. Every nerve of his neck popped out with him maintaining restraint, and not kill the man right there with bare hands.

“Get da fuck Outta here.” Simon said through clenched fist. He didn't want to make the case bad for you, he just wanted this jerk to get out of your life.

“Been a whore always —”

You saw it all in slow motion, as your husband's smirk grew around the word ‘whore’, because not getting any of the household stuff done and then proceeding to slut shame you when you hired man yourself to get appliances fixed or screws tighten or for car engine misshap was one of the first thing that you noticed, that this man was a bloody unapologetical loser.

And his dirty finger once again were too close, too threatening, that until Simon whipped around with devil in his eyes. His fist that had been clenched enough to make his knuckles go white connected with the ugly cheek of your husband, every crunch of bones was heard in clear disposition as he fell on the floor, groaning loudly.

“Don't ever touch her again !” Simon jumped over him, pulling his bloodied face up by the collar before punching him down again as he screamed.

“Don't ever hurt her again !” Another punch right on the nose. You stared, unable to move, unable to utter a single word as you watched the man who made your world worse than hell was getting beaten to pulp, each time he screamed, your heart was getting calmer.

“Don't ever fucking come near her !” Simon held open the broken jaw, his knuckles red with blood stain. Then as if a spell had been broken — his eyes lifted up to meet yours through the metallic scent of blood and terrified feeling of broken bones and maimed flesh.

He stood up, jaw unclenching, every muscle slowly relaxing. The hardness bleeding away like your husband, soon to be ex.

You knew what you felt.

“I…” Simon hesitated, like he hadn't just made you realise what you had been wanting all this time. The way he smiled around your jokes, hummed to your bad tea, picked curtains and watched stupid hallmark movies for the sake of you.

“Are you alright ?” His hand raised to touch your cheek before he dropped the stained fingers by his side.

It was silence except the crying for help which was like rat being strangled. You couldn't find any words, but nodded because your silence was breaking Simon's heart. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

But you needed to convey something more, so you took a step, not much and reached on your highest tip-toes, taking his face by both of your hand and placing your lips over his in a sweet embrace.

So traditionally Simon had to propose first to keep up the score.

Masterlist

[seasprincess]

nerd!rafe x popular!reader

mdni

warnings: smut-handjob, pathetic sub!rafe, this is not cannon Rafe AT ALL

Rafe Cameron is a quiet nerdy boy with about no friends. Where as you, you’re loud and popular, friends with everyone.

Ever since you had joined the school Rafe’s eyes have been on you. Watching you laugh and smile with the people that flocked to you like moths to a flame.

He couldn’t help admire you in a way. But mainly he was admiring your beauty.

He has never spoken to you of course. God no he wouldn’t dream of it. Well that’s not entirely true.

He’s dreamt of it, thought of it, imagined it while his hand was around his length. But not in a perv way of course. No no. Not in the way the other boys do it. In a sweet way. Right?

But no, he couldn’t talk to you. In the world of high school. Rafe isn’t allowed to talk to you. He’s too ‘low’ for you. Which he thinks is stupid but he can’t rewrite the social laws of the school.

So he’ll just sit in class staring at you instead of doing his work. Not like he needs to do more work in class. He’s smart enough to pass a test with just a glance. So here he’ll sit waiting for his chance to talk to you properly. Instead of that couple times you were sweet to him, sticking up for him and that one time he said thank you for you holding open the door. And god did that thought make his heart beat.

But soon enough, here’s his lucky day.

“Rafe, you’ll be working with y/n.” The teachers words ring in his head as his eyes are pulled up from the desk. He turns to face you and sees that you’re looking at him. And he c-wait-you’re looking at him.

He does a double take before seeing you wave at him. A small gesture that means so much to him you don’t even know. So he does a wave back. But he’s shy and awkward so now he’s stressing that he looked weird and seeing your friends giggling and whispering doesn’t help the feeling he’s embarrassed himself.

So quickly he turns away, back to the page on his desk. Drawing random lines on it to make it appear he’s doing something. Doing anything other than looking at you and gawking.

Why does he have to be so shy and embarrassing? Why can’t he be like the popular people like Bryce and Zach? They can just talk to everyone and just be confident all the time. He hates himself for his anxiety that is in the bottom of his stomach everytime anyone even breathes to close to him. He hates it so much th-

“Hey partner.” Rafe’s brought out of his spiral of thoughts when you speak to him. He’s frozen looking up at you, is this real? Or is he dreaming?

“H-hey.” He says, pushing up his glasses on his face as he adjust in his chair.

“So when we doing this project?”

“Anytime. Anytime that’s good for you, I’m free. Like all the time. I’m not doing…anything.” Rafe decides to stop himself from babbling and making himself look like a complete and utter loser.

But all you’re doing is smiling at him. Not pulling the disgusted face he’s use to.

“Tomorrow night? My place?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Cool, do you have snap so I can send you the info?” You say as you pull out your phone. Waiting for him to respond to you.

Rafe rubs the back of his neck as he thinks how to reply to this. He couldn’t say that his mom doesn’t allow him to have social media and even if he was to have it he wouldn’t have enough friends anyway.

“No. I don’t use snap anymore.” He lies.

“Oh right okay. Insta? Tiktok?”

Rafe just shakes his head.

“I can give you my number?”

“Yeah sure okay.”

Rafe gets out his phone, a tiny phone that was probably made eight years ago that his mom told him was ‘cool and trendy’. She’s so wrong it almost hurts.

Rafe had been waiting and waiting for this day. Yes the plans were arranged yesterday but he’s just so excited it’s almost sad really.

But after making his way to your house and you giving him a tour of the mansion you live in. You’re now both sat on your bed.

He’s in your room.

On your bed.

“No you’ll have to tutor me.” You say as you smile before looking back at the work that’s in front of you. You’re laying on the bed as Rafe is sat stiff.

“Tutor you?” Rafe asks, adjusting his glasses again for the second time this minute.

“Well we’re doing this project and I don’t get what it’s about so you’ll have to help me.”

Earlier when Rafe started talking about the project he had presumed that he’d been doing it all himself like he’d usually do with other people. But you insisted you’d actually help. Even if you have been distracted a couple times.

“Yeah sure.” Rafe replies as he smiles, looking down at you. He’s rather close to you it’s making his heart beat so fast. If it beats any faster it’ll pop out his chest like in those cartoons. His eyes might also pop out his head too. We’re just waiting for that.

God he’s so close to you he can smell that perfume you wear every day to school. It hasn’t changed since the first time he met you.

He’s just watching you lay on your stomach on the bed, writing down some things. He just can’t seem to pull his eyes away from you. You just look so beautiful and calm. Of course he has to go and ruin it.

He’s just staring, and before he thinks he leans in and kisses you. His soft lips pressing against yours until he realises what’s happened and pulls back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says as he starts panicking. Of course he’s ruining things like he always does. He may be smart when it comes to academics but he’s so stupid when it comes to social situations.

But all you do is smile. Just smile at him before pushing up and climbing onto his lap.

“Oh, oh. Okay…” He says as he holds his breath and looks anywhere but you. His hands don’t touch you. Just in the air, frozen in place by this very unexpected action from you.

So you place his hands on yours hips looking at him before your hands are placed on his cheeks. Gently rubbing them as you look down at him.

“You have a crush on me Rafe?”

Rafe nods as he stares into your eyes. He’s too shy to say anything, and also incredibly aroused by having you here. On his lap. His hand sneaks as he brings it close to his face to adjust his glasses. He look looks up at you like a puppy.

He’s so cute and shy it makes him all the more attractive to you. Some people think he’s all these things but unknown to him you’ve always had some feelings for him. Even if you did try and stop them.

Your hand travels downs Rafe’s body until it reaches his zipper. His dick twitching in his pants as he lets out a low whine. He’s so pathetic it’s so hot to you.

“You want me to touch you Rafe?”

This has escalated very quickly, and as scary it is to Rafe. It’s very exciting for Rafe too. He’s never even held hands with a girl. Or spoken to one for longer than thirty minutes. Twenty minutes. Ten minutes at best.

“Yes please.” He whines out as he wriggles lightly underneath you, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He has thought about thus situation before but this is not how he was expecting at all.

You smile as you start to kiss him, lips pressing softly against Rafe’s. His lips are soft, different to what you’ve kissed before. Your tongue slips into his mouth which is met by more whines from the boy underneath you.

Your hand slips into Rafe’s pants and before he can say a word you start to stroke him. His dick hard and leaking with precum. He feels slightly embarrassed but that’s quickly stopped as you begin to go faster. And all he can think about is how good it feels and how much better it is than his own hand.

The moans and whimper from this man is heavenly. Making those panties you chose to wear just for him wet.

“Please, please can I cum?” Rafe is begging for this. Begging for this release from you. His whole body is practically shaking. He knows he’s acting needy and pathetic. But he can’t help it. He’s practically brainwashed by you.

He’s a man who could genuinely have any job he’s ever wanted but here he is whining for you. Whinging and moaning and begging. A possible future president is begging to cum.

“Yeah baby. Cum for me.”

You will definitely be doing this again.

a/n: don’t know how to feel about this one and i am still upset over bae’s eyebrows.

[atebyflowers]

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ fuck buddy loser!ellie ໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა

fuck buddy loser!ellie who you met in ur sophomore year of college through dina, your roomate. immediately taking interest in her appearance despite the way she carried herself.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who pretended to dislike "your people", always partying, big friend groups, everything she disliked.... but deep down, you were exactly what she wanted.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who has an insanely high sex drive when she's around you.. sex wasn't something she ever thought about actually doing until you met... but from that day on it was all she could think about.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who is disgusting the first time you two are together. it's was as if she had been strived of physical touch for so long she didn't know how to behave, she had craved your body for so long — and it was exactly how she dreamed.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who loves to eat you out, she refuses to do anything beforehand. she gets wet off on the way you grip her hair and arch your back while her fingers pump in and out of you as her tongue sucks on your clit. she swears she can cum just at the sight of you looking down at her, whining out her name for more as she slows her pace in an attempt to tease you.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who is a sub most of the time, and always has to deal with your harsh responses to her teasing. she loves when you're in control and tell her how to get you off, but it kills her when you won't let her touch you. she'll watch you closely as you touch yourself, smacking away her hand anytime she gets close. "please baby..... j-hust wanna make you feel good" she'll beg, and you'll ignore her until you think she's been good enough.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who masturbates to your photos whenever you're apart. one night you tried to get her to go out and party with you, but she refused. a few hours later you send her a video of you i dressing in the bathroom, showing her what she missed out on by being a loser and staying home..

fuck buddy loser!ellie who will fuck you anywhere. she's so needy it's pathetic.. whether it's in her car, the bathroom, the locker room, she doesn't care if it's "risky" — she just needs to feel you.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who loves scissoring, and she's so vocal about it, especially when you're on top. "fuck .. speed u-up please" she'd be such a mess, desperately trying to grind herself into you — sucking on your boobs as you leaned down over her to steady your speed.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who squirts every time you finger her or use the double sided dildo with her. she's so beyond sensitive it's impossible for her to control herself — though you've vocalized finding it hot in the past. not to mention how much of a mess she is when you overstimulate her... you know her body better than she does, touching her in ways that send her over the edge.. "come on els .. can't you give me one more" you'd mock her for a third time as she cries at your words, crumbling underneath you multiple times in a single night.

fuck buddy loser!ellie who calls you pet names often, especially "my girl". you both swear there's no attachments, but in reality she has such a bad crush on you. it feels stupid on her end to have such a silly crush on someone she's fucked a million times... but when you're not having sex, she's so shy around you and blushes like crazy ... even though behind closed doors you were practically consuming eachother, she was to scared to tell you her real feelings out of fear of ruining things.

[cloudnineminusnine]

MDNI

you got a kicked-puppy-like caleb resting his head on your lap and he just won't let you concentrate on answering any of your messages in peace, he keeps sighing loud on purpose while pouting nonstop as he side-eyes you, behaving like a brat until he finally got to your nerves. yes, you know exactly what this menace is trying to get from you and, well, after a brief negotiation with him you settle that it would only be permitted if it's under your terms, which are simply: no hands allowed. while ruffling his soft locks you gradually let your thighs go separate ways causing him to lift his chin off your knee in anticipation, almost drooling himself like the loser he is once he locks his gaze with your tiny baby blue panties which the frilly bar of your mini skirt is exposing provocatively as it's fabric rolls up your opened legs. like you presumed, that little prick that was pestering you a few seconds ago left as soon as you agreed on letting him eat you out.

you shouldn't just take advantage of his submissive behavior so deliberately but that's what you're gonna do, after all, that's what he deserves after leaving your cunt so sore that it feels like he's still thumping deep inside you, each pulsating vein and the curve of his cock precisely memorized by your swollen aching hole. that serves him right! — even though you were the one who provoked caleb until his possessiveness consumed him entirely to the point of fucking you into a mess of nonstop moaning and crying.

of course, you tried to keep your cool by pretending not to be affected by neither his hoarse sexy groaning nor the heaviness of caleb's hips rutting against your feet so that you'd be aware of his growing erection, doing your best to keep yourself as composed as possible, but your stupid spoiled pussy is just so honest that it can't keep up with your evil plan, leaking excitedly once he pokes your core through the cotton fabric, slowly dragging his nose over the valley in between the restrained lips. he's getting kinky and it takes you everything not to go dumb with horniness when he deeply inhales your still covered sex, almost howling at the mouth-watering scent.

you wish the way you instinctively grinded your hips against his pretty face could pass unnoticed but unfortunately it bumped not so softly into his nose's tip — his ridiculous smug expression causing a shy tear of pleasure to run down between your pussy lips, staining your panties even more, leaking through the weave of the light fabric.

an audible snort leaves caleb lips and those lilac joyful eyes are suddenly glued to your face, he seems to be more than amused by your reactions and seeing your brows furrowing in pleasure as you bit down on your bottom lip to keep any beautiful sounds that could escape you only fueled his neverending fire, you're so pretty that it makes him sick. while he obediently keeps both wrists tied by a imaginary knot behind his back, his mouth leaves open mouthed wet kisses all over your groin, taking time to spread the warmth of his gentle lips all over. with your terms still ruling poor caleb, unable to use his hands, drags the tip of his tongue alongside the elastic of your panties in a attempt to push it out of his way, moaning against your wet skin once his tastebuds catch a sample of the abundant slick, the more he tries to set you free the more he gets distracted by your taste satiating his lustful thirst, fuck, at this point the thin blueish piece of cotton is all drenched in both your fluids and his saliva while he pathetically makes out with your barely dressed pussy, the tight elastic constantly rubbing right in the middle of the puffy folds, stimulating your aching clit in a delirious way.

a round of shivers ripples through your heated body, it's delightfulness concentrating around the aureolas of your perky nipples, and both your hands drown into his brownish hair, at first smashing his face into your drooling starving pussy, letting him have his way, french-kissing the hell out of your cunt, then pulling him away right when he starts to tongue-fuck you, it is too much, you cannot hide a frustrated moan, caleb is a threat even with no help of his skilled hands, the irises gleaming in a feral hunger combinated with the way he stick his tongue out trying to get to your hole once again lure you into giving up on your sadistic little plan, he's being such a good boy that you must allow him to make the best use of those long rough fingers, but not only that, you make it clear that he can use your pussy to get rid of his pent up frustration — which you collaborated — as long as nothing more than the reddish leaky tip of his dewy pulsating hadrness slips inside, promising to let him take your soaked baby blue panty as a prize if he can do exactly as told.

[sinstear]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤꨄ IT’S A BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

tags; fingering (v!receiving), begging, sub!vi kinda, loser!vi fr, there’s not many warnings except vi thinking about you while fucking herself honestly. an: smut sigh, so deeply sorry ... dedicate this lil fic to you for your birthday even though it’s kinda bad but, i do hope that you enjoy it though, and have the best birthday ever. i love you, @vifilms 🤍🩷

bestfriend!vi has been in love with you for years, never once admitting said feelings whenever you ask her if she likes or has an interest in anyone, will avoid the subject fully with a scoff and a not really, don’t have time for that excuse and never let you ask again for the rest of the night. 

tonight was something usual, you worked, you went home to shower, and then you met up with vi an hour later. taking her out for something to eat, something best friends do right? violet was used to that, you randomly spoiling her, but that didn’t mean the butterflies in her stomach went away. in fact they were there all the time, even when you weren’t with her. she only had to think about your handsome smile, the sound of your infectious laugh and the look of mischief on your face when you’d both annoy a waiter to the point they politely ask you to leave if you’re both going to cause mayhem. vi was used to it all. 

what she wasn’t used to was the fact even when you’re not together, she can still feel you. she can still smell the pinewood perfume on her clothes that you wore; no matter if she’s taken a shower. she can still feel your hand holding hers to drag her through a crowded space, the feeling of your warm body behind hers as you wait for food. it doesn’t help. when she’s away from you, she’s still thinking about you. 

tonight was no different. though in her mind maybe there was a slight difference. once she was all washed, freshly clean and ready to get into bed, her mind wandered back to you, the subtle movements of your tongue wetting your dry lips had her throat closing up and eyes repeatedly blinking, trying to remove the image from her head. it wasn’t normal, she tried to tell herself. not normal to be thinking of someone you’ve known most of your life, in a manner that is considered sinful. 

slumping her head back against the pillow, one you would most likely sleep with whenever you’d stay over, and inhales a deep breath. her hands rest against her legs, twitching and then forming into a fist the longer she counts all the small specks of peeling paint on the ceiling. she should get it done, or ask you to do it. vi was pathetic with the way she’d watch you do anything so effortlessly.

after a while, her eyes flutter closed, nails sinking into the palms of her hands but no matter how hard she tries, it goes back to you. it’s always going back to you. her mind wanders, carves new holes to store memories that you should never have to hear about. it’s obscene, scary how often she thinks about you in ways she really shouldn’t. 

the more she thinks, the more she’s unaware of how her hands start to wonder. first they rub the soft fabric of her shirt, that’s actually yours, and run her hand underneath. her blunt nails rake up and down her stomach, burning just enough to have a soft gasp slipping between her plump lips. 

she drifts slowly back to today, and vi’s eyebrows furrow. she’s picturing that stupid hoodie on you, one she’s borrowed countless times, and she can barely stop herself from thinking about how your lips brushed against her ear when you were trying to tell her something in such a crowded room, that her hand reaches up and cups one of her tits. “oh,” she breathed out softly, rolling her hardening nipple between her fingertips and licking her lips. 

her other hand starts to wander seconds later, at first fumbling with the string of her shorts, to then trailing her fingers up and down her stomach until she’s practically vibrating with need the longer she thinks about you. 

moans and whimpers spill from her lips once her hand slips between the waistband of her shorts, and instantly finds her clit. “fuck,” vi choked out, furrowing her eyebrows tightly and rubs slow circles on the bud. 

pinching her nipple harder, violet whined at the sensation, and pathetically pulled at the metal bar. face flushing in a deep read at how easily she can hear your voice, your laugh. “told you they would look pretty pierced.” you always were shameless. “please.” the pink haired beauty gasped, rubbing faster circles on her clit. 

spreading her legs a little wider, her body shakes when she’s slipping her fingers down just a little more, dipping into her hole, teasing herself. arching off the mattress, vi plays with her tits and carefully sinks one of her fingers into her cunt, soft cushion walls tighten around them without hesitation and she wails out a cry. “yes, yes,” she nodded, sliding them in and out with rhythm. 

her body sinks down into her mattress with each thrust, each little movement and violet’s quickly sinking yet another finger into her cunt, filling herself up at the thought of it being you. she wonders what it would feel like. she wants to feel the thick of your fingers splitting her open, sliding into her warmth and making her cum over and over. she’s always wondered about it, especially what your mouth would feel like, licking your way into her cunt like it was made for you.

“just like that.” vi murmurs and curls her fingers slowly. her breath hitches at the feeling and squeezes her eyes shut even tighter. removing her hand reluctantly from her tits, she reaches up, carefully wraps her hand around her throat and squeezes gently. her lips parted and a shaky moan tumbled effortlessly while squeezing just a little more harder and thrusting her fingers faster. “fuck, baby, please, so good.”

the obscene sound of squelching between her legs, and the force around her throat had violet’s blood rushing to her skull, chest and face flushed the more she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt. slick dripped down her inner thighs, and down the crack of her ass but she didn’t care to stop, she couldn’t. rocking her hips rhythmically to the thrust of her fingers, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. “more, please,” she begged out loud, imagining it was your fingers inside her, stretching her out and thrusting deeper. 

vi was practically fucking herself down on her fingers, still squeezing at her throat, arching of the bed with each stroke of her fingers and at a certain curl of her fingers, her breath hitches again, but doesn’t stop. if anyone were to barge into her apartment, they would see what a pathetic and needy sight she truly was. bed sheets all messy beneath her, pink hair damp due to sweat and sticking to her forehead, legs parted wide and fingers deep in her pussy.

her body shakes, gasps and strings of whines leaving her mouth continuously, at a certain curl that has her toes curling between the messy blankets and she finally removes her hand from her throat to grasp onto the bed sheet, knuckles turning white instantly with how hard she was gripping. “feels so good,” she cried out, pumping her fingers in and out faster. 

her abs ripple and her stomach starts to tighten as she feels that flutter in her lower stomach. her walls grip around her fingers like a vice, refusing to let go and keep her where she is. something she knows you would do if you were here. 

“m’gonna cum,” vi moaned, removed her hand from the sheet, reached down to find her clit and rubbed harsh circles. “please let me cum,” she continued her pleas while grinding down on her fingers more harshly. 

by the time violet can comprehend and focus anything other than you, with a final hard thrust of her fingers, vi’s cunt clenched tightly, her eyes rolled back into her head and she came with a loud moan. her legs shake and tremble at the sudden gush of spray, and her hand squeezes her breast tightly as she grinds down against her fingers through her orgasm.

“oh fuck, shit shit,” she chanted and thrusted her fingers a few more times and her legs are quick clamp around her arm. a warning she needs to relax before continuing. 

velvet walls release her fingers reluctantly and vi whines softly at the empty feeling before bringing her hand up, slipping two of her fingers between her lips and sucking them pathetically. 

violet’s eyes flutter open, still coming down from her high, just in time to hear the soft ding of her phone. taking a deep breath, she removes her fingers from her mouth, bites down on her bottom lip and reaches over for her phone.

her stomach flutters at a message from you. 

can’t sleep. coming over. 

[elliesanqel]

Loser Ellie talking back to reader and being bratty but all reader has to do is give her one stern look and she’s docile (and wet) and reader makes sure she has a sore ass for the stunt she pulled

(your writing is soooo yummy)

behave

sypnosis; after a heated argument with ellie, she got far too confident with her replies which she knew she shouldn’t do with you, however she pushes you too far and you decide to teach her a lesson. warnings; angst, spanking—e!receiving, vaginal sex, strap use (referred to as a cock)—e!receiving, mdni. a/n; thankyou smm for this req cutie! i’ve never written, like, spanking before—so i hope this is good! p.s, its so easy to write sub/loser ellie while candy by doja cat is playing in the backround, so i recommend playing it while u read! also, tysm! i always doubt my writing so those type of compliments mean the worldddd to me! have a virtual hug! :3

pissed. thats what you were. a whole argument was created over something small really, but it would never have got so big if ellie hadn’t started answering back with snarky comments. you threw your arms up in the air out of exaggeration, “dont give me your bullshit, ellie. you even know it yourself, you’re never fucking here, when do i actually get to see you?!” you snap, your eyes narrowing at her as hers roll. she’d normally let you have the bigger side in arguments, but for some reason she was acting like a brat, and you weren’t a fan. “i’m here all the time? are you hearing yourself?! you sound fucking stupid.” she scoffs, taking a step forward.

your eyes widen, the fuck was wrong with her tonight? sure, you were taken aback, but you never let your face falter, strong face, strong front. you always had that. ellie knew it too. she knew you weren’t exactly the easiest to argue with. which is why she hated when they started. your eyes rolled, what was she getting so defensive for? the anger bubbled inside both of you, letting it out on eachother.

“no you’re fucking not. you are never here. you’re always out, probably with some girls hooked around your waist. i don’t fucking trust you going out so much, you literally have a girlfriend at home who’s always waiting for you to come back—which might i add, at unreasonable hours.” you rant, listing all the concerns you had as your body language switched every two seconds. it was so hard to trust her when she was defensive like this, which she never is, so that only raised your concerns.

she scoffs, thinking you sound absolutely insane. “so you think i’m cheating?” she laughs diabolically, eyeing your movements. “do you actually hear how dumb you sound? why the fuck would i cheat on you, seriously?” she holds her arms out slightly at her sides in disbelief that you think she’d cheat.

you point your finger at her face, warning her to pipe down a bit. “listen to me, stop fucking acting like a brat and answering me back, you’re making me sound like im crazy. you’re only getting defensive as shit because you know you’ve done something wrong! stop getting smart with me, ellie.” you speak, your voice low and quite frankly, bored. but oh, here she goes, answering back…again.

“im not getting smart. you’re blamin’ me for some pathetic shit. which, isn’t even true.” she snaps back, pointing a finger at you now, eyes narrowing further. oh she had nerve tonight.

you scoff as she points. yeah, now it was ridiculous. you’d had enough. your face falls neutral, but one eyebrow stays raised and your lips thinned. that look. that look that showed ellie that she was fucked now, and she knew that. she knew that look all to well, and she knew she’d gone too far. ellie never liked to necessarily admit when she was wrong, but she knew when she was wrong in the first place.

there was something she couldnt help, however. everytime you gave her that look, fuck she couldnt help herself. the way your eyes thinned, eyebrow raised, lips pursed—yeah it straight up just turned her on. and knowing ellie, she had no shame in that at all. she clenched her thighs, her lips thinning as she tilted her head back. feeling the wetness beginning to pool in her boxers.

snapping back to reality, trying to push those thoughts away as she knew you were pissed with her right now. she lowered her finger instantly, starting move her feet about nervously. “baby, i—” her words were softer now, but you still cut her off, not with your words. you snap out of your trance, moving closer to ellie and grabbing her wrist forcefully.

she flinches slightly, but she knew protesting would only make you more angry. you move her over to the bed, you keep ahold of her wrist and you lean down towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and grabbing ellies strap. but not for her to use on you. oh no. for you to use on her.

her eyes widen, looking at you like she’d just seen a ghost. she looked completely lost. “what the hell are you doing?” she asked, her tone neutral but a bit worried. you look up at her, your eyes narrowing. “maybe this’ll teach you to stop answering back.” you snap, your tone still sharp and never faltering. you knew ellie was always the dominant one when it came to sex. she was always the one using that cock on you, and you were always the one with your face down and ass up, or whatever position ellie had you in. from ellies point of view, if it was her it was getting used on, and her in those positions, she’d find it embarrassing as fuck. but who was to say deep down she wouldnt secretly love it?

you knew she’d protest, so you decided to bend her over yourself. but fully on the bed? nah. over the bed. yeah, you wanted that brat half standing, half bent over.

you pushed, so her hands met with the sheets, her feet still on the floor. a sharp gasp left her lips, her head turning to look back at you behind her. “what the fuck? this is so embarrassing, what are you doing—” she worryingly protested, hoping it wouldnt make you more angry. but you abruptly cut her off with a slap to her ass. you’d never done that before. but you never showed the new worry on your face.

a louder gasp left her lips, a dumbfounded look on her face if only you could see it, but you couldnt because it made her head turn away from facing you and bow, her teeth biting down roughly into her bottom lip. a whore-like moan falling from her parted lips. “uuhh! oh, fuck babe…”

it suprised you. but the fact that she didnt stop you lowered your worries. and that slutty moan she let out showed you this loser actually liked it. you smirked a little, causing both hands to slip up her waist and unbutton her skinny jeans, slipping them down and letting them pool at her ankles. she bit further into her lip as she let you continue, not willing to protest. even though it was hard to shake her embarrassment.

you wasted no time in slipping off your shorts, freeing yourself as you slipped the cock on. you looked down at ellie, that pathetic, bratty loser who was bent the bed over infront of your eyes, half naked. her shirt? nah, its gonna stay on while you fuck her. you noticed two things. a red mark forming from where you slapped, and her pussy. ohhh her pussy, gleaming and soaked. it turned you on even more that she was already wet before you even entered her. you loved seeing her like this. and since you’d never had her like this before, hopefully it ought to teach her to keep that pretty mouth shut when she needed to.

you didnt want to wait any longer, you gripped those pretty hips, aligning them with your cock. you gripped the rubber, sliding it into her throbbing cunt, leaving no time and completely bottoming out inside of her. her hips moving forward at the contact, a low groan leaving her lips, her head arching. “oh fuck—oh my fucking goddd!” her voice sounded needy, desperate, every other synonym.

this only egged you on, gripping her hips tighter while you fucked her dripping pussy senseless, your pace getting quicker. needy whimpering left her with every thrust you gave, putting all your anger you had into it. “you gonna stop being such a brat? gonna stop answering me back? hm?” you mumble, your own whines being held back by your arrogance.

she left no waste in time responding. “n-no. i won’t—ohhh! answer back, ever again—nghhh!” her speech was abruptly interrupted by her desperate noises your cock was giving her.

her head smushing into the sheets as she bit down on them, her moans becoming muffled. your hand reached forward, holding her half up-half down bun in your hand as you pushed her head a little further into the sheets, your hips thrusting into her like no tomorrow. her hands gripped the sheets tigher, holding on for dear life. you use your free hand, giving her another smack, her hips jolting forward as that same whore-like moan fell from those pretty lips. she took it so well, god this was definitely imprinted into your head forever now.

you let go of her hair, bringing it back up but curling it around her waist, your middle finger finding her pulsing clit, only causing her to let out the sluttiest whimper ever into the sheets, her back arching further. you smirk at her, fuck what a good sight this was. “look at you, taking my cock so well, aren’t you? swallowing me up so good.” you tease, knowing it would fuel her embarrassment. her brows furrow in pleasure, but also, yeah, in embarrassment.

“s-shut up. that’s so—mmphh, fuck! embarrassing…” she chokes out, her voice dripping with need. but she felt that slipping away as your cock deep inside of her caused her stomach to clench tightly, the heat growing in her pussy. “ohh! i’m gonna cum—fuck! g’nna cum!” she cries out in pleasure.

oh fucking hell. how needy she was sounding, lord. before you had her bent over for you she’d never sound this needy. you decided you’d punished her enough, red marks forming on her ass and all. you thrusted quicker, middle finger working quicker for her.

her whole body began shaking, quickly jolting as she let go, squirting her cum all over your cock like the good girl she was. she raised her head a little from the bed, sighing into it as you pulled out. a small whine coming from her at the loss of contact. you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as you stroked the same spot after. she slowly stood, her legs a bit shaky. she didnt dare mention anything else about how she was just in complete ecstasy. or even mention the fact her white, sticky cum was dripping from the strap. mostly because she didnt wanna think of herself like the submissive one. but you both knew she did secretly love it.

something looked like it was bugging her, though. a weird look on her face as she softly spoke. “listen, baby. im not cheating on you, i promise. i’d never do that to you because you’re all i need. from now on i won’t go out as much, yeah?” she said, her words sounding sincere. looking back at your accusation now, it did sound silly. you knew deep down ellie would never do that to you, she loved you more than anyone. she wasn’t the best with words, but she managed to find a way to make it work.

“i know, im sorry i accused you. you know i really love you. just stop getting bratty with me, mhm?” you grin, voice filled with a teasing manner.

she held both of your arms, stroking the skin softly with her thumbs. she scoffs, “i know, ‘m sorry baby. i love you too.”

she smiles softly, almost too innocent considering she was bent over the bed moments ago.

[sp1d3rzz]

Pervert!Midoriya

final / pt.3

pt.1 pt.2

WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.

A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!

Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.

The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.

It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."

He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.

So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.

Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.

One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"

He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.

It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.

Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.

Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.

Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."

Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.

It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.

"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!

His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"

"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.

And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.

Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.

Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.

While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.

You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.

His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.

The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.

It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.

Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.

" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"

Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?

When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.

Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.

You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.

He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.

He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.

The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.

As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.

You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.

Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.

The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.

You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.

Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.

The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.

But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.

[sarah-denial-cq]

I'm on my knees, looking at another girl who's on *her* knees, looking at me. Someone is standing behind me, my long braid wrapped up in their hand. The other girl looks scared.

"strip.". We're both wearing identical matching bra and panties. We both look away from each other as we take them off, too nervous to look- until I feel a yank, hard, on my hair. "No, look right in each other's eyes. Look at her tits. You're both fucking porn, act like it. "

I feel the hand slap my ass. The other girl winces, seeing the pain on my face. "Tell her she's just porn, just like you. She's nothing."

I look at her carefully. Her makeup is running from crying. She's already been beat quite a bit. "You're just porn. You're nothing." She just looks at me silently. "Keep going".

I look right at her. I try to summon up my contempt for her. She could have been so much. Now she's here on her knees in front of me stripped and crying. So vulnerable. "You're a stupid, stupid bitch" I start laying into her. "You're pathetic. No self respecting woman would let this happen to her.". The girl starts sobbing. I feel the approval from behind me and I can't help but start insulting her and betraying her for the approval of the force of that hand in my braid and the validation I know I'll find there if I just do a good enough job tearing down this victim.

I'm going to make her a victim.

"you're shit. You're barely a person, you just sit there and strip and cry.". I start getting into it. I'm masturbating on my knees staring at this helpless naked loser crying. "Go on, cunt, touch yourself while I insult you.". She's touching herself, one hand between her legs and one on her nipple. I can't tell if she's doing it to impress the one behind me or just to self soothe or because- "fuck, you actually like this? You sick puppy. You're not even rape bait, because I don't think you're even capable of having an opinion on who gets to use you. Nobody thinks of you as anything other than a slutty, easy, fuckdoll. You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. I hate you. I hope you get drugged and passed around a party. You deserve to be pinned down by somebody and fucked dry. You, oh my god," the hand is twisting in my hair and this poor girl is absolutely sobbing at all the abuse and I'm filled with traitorous contempt as I realize her flush is half crying and half arousal and I see- "you whore. Don't you dare cum. You sick fuck, you rug munching cock sucking ass eating porn making easy access " I think the bitch is actually going to cum, I feel all the approval in the world from behind me as I realize this is what they want, they want to see if I can truly betray this victim they brought for me to abuse to get them off, this is my value to them, to hurt this girl, I go harder, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, "failure, nobody takes you seriously, everybody just imagines putting you on your knees any time you open your stupid mouth, people on the street look at you and imagine raping you, your colleagues call you names behind your back, you're going to be like this forever, you stupid, stupid, stupid-"

I feel, somehow, the pull on my braid that tells me to shut up. I look at the girl I've been tearing down to earn approval. She's quietly crying. Both her hands have come up to her tits. I hear the voice behind me. "Spit on her."

I... hesitate. Do I really hate this poor girl enough to do that, is she, okay with that? Do I care about that more than I care about doing what I'm told? She looks so afraid. She looks so... you know what? She looks like she deserves it. She deserves it.

I spit on the mirror.

"good girl", I hear.

[beautifulsenpai]

thoughts on perverted nerd classmate that has a crush on himbo jock reader?? how would reader react when he figures that the nerdy classmate has a big fat crush on him??

you have no idea that your dorky nerdy classmate had an obsession with you since you were too busy with game practice…and you were stupid to notice. the nerdy classmate would watch you play basketball secretly, watching you all sweaty and tank top stick onto your body, your pecs noticeably sticking out would make him shake, and have an obvious boner.

he would even take pictures of you when you take a shower in the locker room after a good match, and somehow you don’t notice the heavy breathing and the noises of a camera. he would do a lot of things that you wouldn’t notice. he would use the pictures that he would take of you to jerk off in his bedroom, and surprisingly he has a big cock. thinking of you on all fours, your ass rippling, moaning out his name while he grips onto your asscheeks would make him release a big load of cum from the thought, whimpering like a pathetic loser.

you have finally found out about your classmate’s antics by one of your male classmates alerting you when they heard the nerdy classmate jerking off to your name. others might find this disgusting, and disturbing, but not you. you would take this to your advantage, making him your useless lapdog, and would reward him for his good deeds with pleasure.

for instance, when he completed your homework, you would use your pecs to pleasure his cock when it was just the both of you in the classroom. you rubbing his big dick between your squished pecs, as well as licking the tip of his dick when it reached where your mouth was, and afterward, he would release ropes of cum at your face and hair while he blissfully moans out your name.

he would follow you behind your back like an obedient mutt, doing whatever you tell him to do and then later on awarding him with jerking him off, sucking his cock, letting him touch your pecs and ass, and allowing him to fuck your ass. what’s better than having your own personal pathetic servant?

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Archer - Yandere Bully

[Warnings - nsfw, blood, violence, mentions of noncon]

What a little bitch. That’s all you were- well, that’s all you were supposed to be.

Another pretty little face for Archer to take advantage of. He’d rid any fuzzy feelings inside of him by stomping your status beneath his shoe til he was too disgusted by your patheticness to even consider you human. But of course, you just had to complicate things. You always fucking did. Nothing was that simple with you.

“S-shit..fuck..”

He was bordering on a whimper, his head knocked against the stall wall of the bathroom he holed himself up in. He glared down at his painfully hard cock, pulsating in his palm, begging for release. If his mind wasn’t so clouded with lust, he’d be dumbfounded. He never got this hard when he’d pick fights with other people around school. Sure, it was satisfying to watch his victims squirm and beg, but it never made him…well- horny.

When he cornered you he didn’t expect you actually had it in you to hit him back. There was still a faint ringing in his ears from when your fist crashed down into his pretty face. By the end you were both panting, and he was left with a broken nose and your blood smeared across his knuckles.

If he had any idea where you were dragged off to after the fight he would’ve forced you take care of the mess you started. It was your fault he was here, fisting his cock like a fucking loser, using his victims blood as lube.

The sticky solution trickled down the head of his penis, your blood almost the same shade of red as his cock. He slowed pumped his cock into his palm, watching with disgusting fascination as the reddish-pink liquid beaded on his slit.

Without thinking he swiped the little puddle with his thumb, pressing his finger to his tongue. His thumb bobbed against his tongue piercing as he tried to savor all the taste he could.

He could’ve came right then and there if he focused hard enough.

“Stupid bitch..” he murmured, glaring at the ceiling as he jerks himself off, as if you were forcing him to be such a disgusting slut for you.

He didn’t even bother to clean the blood from his broken nose running down his face, dripping down onto his unbuttoned school uniform.

“Uh..hey man, you good? It’s been like, ten minutes-“, one of his crownies calls out from outside the boys bathroom, making him growl in annoyance.

“Give me a fucking minute!” He barked back, silencing anymore complaints or concerns.

His hips desperately rocked up to meet his hand with every thrust. His hold was so tight on his cock, chasing his high, aiding by the soothing thought that it was your blood on his cock. That his blood was probably on your hands too. That you could be holed up in a bathroom somewhere on the other side of the school, in the same predicament he was.

A strangled moan left his lips as he finally cums, white and red liquid stained the stall wall. He slumps on the toilet he was sitting on the lid of, his face reddening even further as the fog in his head wore off. He really just did that. Fuck, he was gross.

Before he could get far into his thoughts of self disgust, his eyes flickered down to his hand. Still dripping with his cum and what little was left of your blood.

Fuck.

He tried not to think too hard as he licked the rest off his knuckles.

What the fuck did you do to him?

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ALONE. AGAIN.

Loser!Matt X Popular!Reader!

—

Matt missed you.

Like genuinely missed you.

He would text you almost every day —

Matt:

“you would laugh at what nick just did”

Matt:

“miss you. just thought i’d say that.”

Matt:

“hope you’re doing okay.”

But of course…no reply.

Not even a read receipt. Nothing.

In history, he would still sit by you like always. He’d crack jokes under his breath, nudge your knee, draw stupid little things on your notebook like he used to —

but again…

no reply.

Not even a look.

Today was worse than normal. His chest felt tight, his hands shaky — that type of bad day.

All he wanted was you.

He needed you. Needed to laugh with you. Talk with you.

Anything.

So he found himself walking to your house.

Climbing up onto the familiar ledge.

Heart racing as he knocked quietly on the window.

He went to pull it open — like he always had before —

but when he glanced in, he froze.

There you were.

In bed.

Cuddled up with Noah.

Both of you giggling, scrolling through TikToks.

Your head on Noah’s chest, his hand lazily playing with strands of your hair.

Matt felt like the air had been knocked out of him.

You glanced up, probably feeling the slight shadow.

Your eyes met his.

You stiffened.

Panic flashing across your face for a split second.

“Noah—” you whispered urgently, trying to move his hand off of you.

Noah sat up fast, looking around — when he saw Matt through the window, he immediately freaked.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Noah shouted, bolting up off the bed.

He rushed over and slammed the window shut in Matt’s face, locking it.

Matt stumbled back, blinking rapidly.

He could still hear muffled voices inside.

Noah’s angry, yours rushed and quiet.

Matt just stood there for a second.

Completely still.

Completely heartbroken.

Hating how stupid he felt.

Inside, it didn’t take long before the giggling stopped.

The room was tense. Heavy. Silent for a second.

Until Noah’s voice broke it.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N? You still want him around or something?!”

He was angry. Way angrier than he should’ve been.

You shook your head quickly, standing up from the bed.

“No, no— it’s not like that, Noah. He just— he probably didn’t know—” you stammered.

Noah didn’t listen.

He pushed past you, swinging the door open so hard it hit the wall, storming outside.

Matt was still on the sidewalk, frozen like he didn’t know what to do.

He looked so small, so unsure, hoodie sleeves pulled down over his hands, shoulders tense.

Tears filling his eyes but he was trying so hard to blink them away.

“HEY!” Noah barked, walking right up to him, chest puffed out.

Matt flinched — literally flinched — stepping back instinctively.

Noah shoved him once, hard enough that Matt stumbled.

“What’s your fucking problem, man? You spying on us now?”

Matt opened his mouth to say something.

Anything.

But nothing came out.

Just little broken stutters.

“I— I wasn’t— I—”

Tears blurred his vision. His heart was hammering so loud it drowned everything else out.

His hands shook at his sides, panic crawling up his throat like vines.

Noah laughed dryly, cruelly.

“Pathetic. Jesus Christ, dude. Just get over it already.”

You came rushing outside, grabbing Noah’s arm.

“Noah, stop it!” you hissed under your breath.

Noah pulled his arm from your grip, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Let the little freak cry about it.”

And with that, he shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed back inside.

Matt stayed frozen there.

Eyes wide and glassy.

Breath hitching in his throat.

You stood there between them for a second, torn, heart sinking into your stomach.

You wanted to move toward Matt — you did.

But you didn’t.

You stayed stuck.

Matt’s gaze met yours one last time.

Hurt. Betrayal. Sadness. All of it.

And then he turned away, walking off down the street, wiping at his face with his sleeve.

Alone.

Again.

Matt walked all the way home.

Didn’t even bother wiping his eyes anymore.

Didn’t bother looking up at the streetlights or the houses blurring past.

He just wanted to disappear.

By the time he got to his driveway, his legs felt like they could give out any second.

He opened the door quietly, hoping no one would see him.

But of course, Chris was in the living room, tossing a ball up and down.

The second Chris saw his little brother —

Red-faced.

Teary-eyed.

Completely broken looking —

He sat up straight, eyes wide.

“Matt…” he said carefully, voice soft.

Matt didn’t say anything.

Didn’t even look at him.

Just kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the stairs.

Chris stood up and followed him.

Matt’s door was already half-closed when Chris pushed it open and leaned against the frame.

“You alright, dude?” Chris asked, even though he knew the answer.

Matt sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

His whole body was shaking.

Chris sighed, stepping inside.

Sitting down next to him.

Quiet for a minute.

“…You know,” Chris said carefully, “you probably shouldn’t have gone over there. She’s with someone else now, bro.”

Matt just sniffled, nodding into his hands.

He knew that.

He knew he shouldn’t have.

But he couldn’t help it.

“I just needed her,” Matt whispered, voice so broken it cracked.

Chris placed a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles.

“I know, man. I know.”

Matt’s phone buzzed from the bed.

He didn’t move.

But Chris leaned over and glanced at the screen.

It was from you.

Y/N: I’m so sorry Matt. If you want you can come back over…or we can call or something…I’m so sorry.

Matt lifted his head a little, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

Chris picked up the phone and held it out to him.

“You’re not answering that,” he said, voice firm.

Matt stared at the screen, eyes glossy again.

Chris squeezed his shoulder.

“You deserve someone who’s sure about you. Not someone who picks you when it’s convenient.”

Matt’s lip trembled and he bit down hard on it, trying not to cry again.

Trying so hard.

Chris pulled him into a hug — no words needed — just held him while Matt finally let the sobs out against his shoulder.

And the phone kept buzzing.

And buzzing.

And buzzing.

But Matt didn’t answer.

Not this time.

—

A/N- Inez very much approved.

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