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jt: this one is called snowblood

jesse: this is dethrone you fucks

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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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Is there a follow up to ‘what do you want from me?’

Hey! Great question!

I’d like to make a part two one day! Just have to figure out how I’d like to continue it.

But for right now it is going to remain a one shot.

Thanks for asking!

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do you ever listen to metal and just feel yourself ascend

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“Fall in love with the person who enjoys your madness, not an idiot who forces you to be normal.”

— Unknown

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Repeat after me:

It is OKAY to have content preferences and to be uncomfortable with certain ships or topics, controversial or not. It is OKAY to distance yourself from such content and block certain tags or creators.

It is NOT OKAY to actively hate and harass real people for creating content of fictional characters that features things that make you uncomfortable.

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“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you”

— Unknown

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“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Unknown

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You know who else doesn’t get enough love on this app? Mikey. So please enjoy this thought of Michael Taylor.

18 + CW(shirtless Michael needs his own warning, heavy flirting, brothers best friend, Michael marking what’s his, female masturbation, slight choking.)

This was so bad. You should definitely not be doing this. But you had no other choice. Michael had been teasing you all afternoon.

Why the hell did they feel the need to rehearse shirtless? Yes the warehouse they were in was hot. Even you were sweating in your white sundress. You had every intention of leaving after you dropped off your brother’s extra set of drum sticks. But the moment you caught sight of Michael’s sweat slicked chest and abs, your mouth ran dry.

“Cat got your tounge?” Michael smirked.

You snapped out of it and wanted to leave but your brother talked you into staying to watch them rehearse.

So there you were, sitting on the couch in the warehouse feeling your heart flutter at the sound of Michael’s voice. You always had a crush on him but could never act on it because he was your bothers best friend and bandmate. It would make things so messy if things didn’t work out. So you were left to vie for him from afar.

When he took a drink of water, you bit back a moan and shifted in your seat when droplets fell down his chest down to the v-line of his abs.

“Im so fucked”, you murmured under your breath.

Apparently not quiet enough because Michael raised a brow towards you, wearing a fox of a smile. “Need help with something, baby?”

Quickly rising from the couch, you scurried over to the bathroom needing to get rid of the burning between your legs. Fast. You were in such a rush that you didn’t lock the door behind you.

Hiking your dress up, you leaned against the bathroom sink and slipped two fingers into your soaked panties to your clit. You worked fast circles against your swollen nub already so close to the edge of bliss.

“Oh Michael,” you moaned while letting your eyes flutter shut.

“You rang?”

Eyes snapping open, you removed your hand from your panties to see Michael standing in the bathroom without. Still wearing that stupid smirk.

“I-,” words died on your tongue as your cheeks burned for getting caught.

He crossed over to you in two large steps and wrapped a hand around your throat, leaving his thumb against your pulse point. You sucked in a breath as you gazed up at him. He’d lose his hat and now his hair was unruly in his face.

“I don’t know why you don’t admit it, Y/N. You want me.”

You did your best to shake your head in his grasp. “We can’t. It’s so wrong.”

Michael cocked his head to the side, tightening the grip around your throat slightly to cut off your air intake. Not enough to choke you out but just enough to make your pussy clench.

“If it’s so wrong, baby. Then why do you call out my name?” He brushed his lips along your jawline.

You bucked your hips up to his when his cock pressed against your pussy. You couldn’t deny it because he heard you call out to him.

“Do you want to be a good girl for me?” He sank his teeth into the skin of your neck, marking you.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Michael removed his lips from your neck to gaze directly into your eyes. “You’re going to make yourself cum while calling out my name and then I’m going to drop down to my knees to finally get a taste of you.”

Blood was in your ears and your heart lurched in your throat making you unable to speak so all you could do was nod before slipping your hand back into your panties.

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brain.exe has stopped running 😵‍💫

This one is for my Davis girlies. More so @artificialbreezy. There’s nearly not enough Davis love on here.

18+ smut below the cut(oral with male receiving, mirror sex? Davis being sweet simp for his girl)

Oh.

My.

God.

You held your phone directly in front of your face as you gawked at the picture Davis just texted you while you were sitting on the couch in your shared living room. He sauntered upstairs about five minutes ago to take a shower but decided to send you something instead.

It wasn’t a risqué picture by any means. Just one of him standing in front of the bathroom mirror and lifting up his shirt just a tad to show the tattoos on his stomach. You knew he did this on purpose because you couldn’t stop dragging your nails over the skin underneath his shirt while you guys were lounging on the couch.

This is all yours, baby.

Tossing your phone onto the couch, you booked it up the stairs toward the master bathroom just in time to see Davis leaning against the counter with a smug smile.

“That was fast,” he noted.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes while dropping to your knees in front of him and pulling on the waistband of his blue shorts.

“So eager,” Davis teased while gathering your hair at the top of your head and tying a hair band around it; on he kept on his wrists at all times.

You pulled out his hard cock and licked your lips at the sight of it. So thick, the head already glistening with precum. You wasted no time in taking him all the way down your throat, barely gagging.

“So good,” Davis cooed while rubbing your jaw. “Your throat always takes me so well.

You looked up at him through lashes and felt your heart beating tenfold when you saw him with his phone out, snapping pictures of you.

“I need something to remember you by, baby. I’m leaving soon and can bring your pretty mouth with me.”

With your position you were still in front of the large bathroom mirror which prompted Davis to point his phone towards it, recording as you bobbed your head up and down his thick shaft, letting your tongue glide along the underside, doing that think you knew drove him crazy.

“Fuck baby,” he choked out, nearly dropping his phone. “I’m going to cum. Keep going.”

You kept your eyes on his blissed out face, marveling at the two strands of grey in his hair like you always had. The tattoos on his arms covered in sweat while one hand held his phone and the other held your head in place as his hips bucked when the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“I love you. Fuck. I love you so much. Gonna make you my wife real soon. Promise baby.” He vowed while spilling himself inside of your mouth; you swallowing every last drop.

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I'm supposed to be asleep right now, far off in dreamland of make believe scenarios. However, I saw the picture of Noah in Ash's gym and it awoke the whore on my shoulder. So here I am yet again with another thought but this time, Noah gets some love. This is a bit longer than a typical blurb of mine so enjoy!

It's feral hours. If the whore on my shoulder doesn't sleep, neither should I.

18+ smut below the cut(thigh riding in public with female orgasm and Noah being so smug about it, dirty talk, dom!Noah)

You're not sure exactly how you got to be in this position, sparring with the tall tattooed man in your class. It could be because you typically went to the 9 am classes at Ash's gym. But lately with your new job, you started going to the 6 a.m. classes which is where you first noticed the tall tattooed man.

It was a week of stolen glances that turned into lingering eyes as you worked around each other in the gym. From whispers throughout, you found out that the tattooed mans name was Noah and he brought Ash with him when he went out on tour.

"Yeah he's some hot shot musician," your typical sparring partner informed you one day.

You never spoke one word to Noah and you planned to keep it that way because of the way he made your heart race and pussy clench. How could one man covered in tattoos be so fucking hot?

But when you walked into the gym that morning to notice your typical sparring partner hadn't showed, you and Noah the only ones in the gym, you were left with no other choice but him. So you sucked up your confusing feelings and slowly walked over to him as he was stretching.

"Hi," you gave a small wave. "My partner isn't here and I noticed you were alone and thought maybe we could do it together. I mean spar together, not do it together. I don't know you like that so that would be weird."

Noah stood tall, staring blankly at your face causing you to throw a thumb over your shoulder. "I'm going to shut up before I say something more embarrassing and go spar with the wall or something."

With your back turned, you made it one step before his voice stopped you.

"I'm not going to take it easy on you. I've seen you spar in here before. I know what you can handle."

Turning swiftly on your feet, you smirked. "I wouldn't expect anything less.

Okay, he definitely did not take it easy on you.

Noah had managed to knock you down to the mat not once, not twice, but a total of four times; each and every time knocking the breath out of you.

"Fuck," you choked out while laying on the mat, staring up at the ceiling.

Noah, who stood tall above you, peered down at you with sweat gathering along his forehead, him pushing away the strands of auburn hair. All while wearing that stupid yet adorable smirk you found yourself drifting too the last week.

"You okay?"

He asked that every time he took you down. While he did overpower you and proven that you needed to work on your takedowns a bit more, Noah always made sure you were fine.

You nodded as best you could. "Yep. I'm just going to lay here for a minute."

With a chuckle, Noah sat on the mat next to you, the warm skin of his thigh brushing against your leg.

That fucking thigh tattoo.

That was the reason why you were able to get distracted every time. Because you couldn't stop staring at it; something Noah picked up on immediately once he sat next to you.

The sexual tension had grown with each sparring session the two of you had that morning and by the fourth one, you felt like your body was buzzing with arousal. You needed some sort of outlet that wouldn't cause the wind to get knocked out of you.

"Ready to go again? Or is there something else you had in mind?" Noah asked while dragging a finger up and down the exposed skin of your stomach, thanks to your sports bra and legging combo.

You turned your head towards him slightly, still laying on the mat, and gathered all your strength to say two words.

"Like what?"

Noah glanced around the still empty gym before rolling over on top of you, placing his thigh between your legs. Your eyes widened as you stared up at him.

"What are you? -Oh," you let out a soft moan when he pressed his thigh up against your clit.

"You worked hard, angel. You deserve to take a break and just let go," his voice dropped dangerously low.

Angel.

The nickname made your skin buzz with desire as he continued to press his thick thigh up against you. It was as if you were fucking the face he had tattooed. You put your knees up so you were able to wrap your ankles around his, locking him into place. It was now easier for you to rub your cunt up and down his thigh, all while Noah brushed away the hair from your face to whisper int the crook of your neck.

"I've been watching you every day the last week. Watching your ass in those tight spandex shorts. Watching how perfect your tits look in these tight bras. After this, I'm going to fuck these tits. Do you want that, angel?"

You nodded, so far gone in bliss, you didn't care what he did to you. Just as long as he let you continue to ride his thigh.

"Shit," you breathed, raking your nails down the black material of his shirt when you felt the warmness creep in your cut and your legs began to shake.

You were close, ready to jump off the cliff and into the waters of ecstasy.

"Such a whore for my thigh," Noah chuckled darkly as he peered down to were you were now rubbing up against him like a dog. "You want it? You want to cum?"

You nodded desperately, your pleas echoing through out the gym.

Noah gripped your chin, forcing you to open up your eyes to look at him.

"Then be a good girl and call out my name when you cum."

You did.

You sang his name like a mantra as your orgasm washed over you, dragging you down to the depths. Noah praised you for doing so well with feather like kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted from the ground and thrown over Noah's broad shoulder.

"Where are we going?" You wondered, still coming down from your high.

He smacked your ass causing you to yelp out as he walked down the back hallway of the gym.

"Ash has a sauna that he lets me use. I told you I was going to fuck those perfect tits."

Your giggles of excitement echoed in your wake as you were suddenly very thankful for your new sparring partner.

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Roommate Roulette-coming soon.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader, Jesse Cash x Reader, Jolly Karlsson x Reader, and Michael Taylor x Reader.

Summary: What started as an innocent Halloween game of spin the bottle: truth or dare turned into a sexy game of roulette as reader realizes her feelings for all her roommates was never one sided like she originally thought.

A/N: Since it's almost Halloween, I decided to shift into the spooky mood with a spooky, smutty-themed fic. The fic will contain a lot of sharing, so please read all the trigger warnings before you consume it. I will do my best to get it posted before Halloween but no promises. There is a written snippet below the cut as well!

18+ Content Warnings: oral with male and female receiving, protected sex with female on birth control, boot kissing, fingering, making out, choking, nipple play, voyeurism, reverse harem/why chose, sharing a partner, m/f/m, alcohol consumption.

If needed, I will add more to the trigger warnings as I start writing it.

Leaning forward on my knees, I exposed more of my pussy towards Michael who sat on the floor against the couch next to me so he had perfect sight of the wetness dripping down my leg; my soaked panties hanging out of his pocket from two dares ago.

Flicking my eyes around the group of guys, I noticed Jesse's gaze was locked in on my breasts poking through the top of my devil costume. Jolly, who was sitting next to me on my right, grazed his finger over my bare ass since my skirt was hiked up from me leaning on my knees.

Spinning the bottle in the middle of the floor, we all watched it spin and spin with bated breath as we waited to see who it would land on.

A low whistle fell from Michael's lips when the bottle landed on the one man I had yet to get to do a dare. Every time it landed on him, he would always choose truth.

"Well birthday boy," I smirked while sitting back on Michael's lap, who immediately wrapped his arms around me. "Truth or dare?"

Noah adjusted the beanie covering his long hair before extending his long legs on the ground, nearly knocking over the bottle. He was the only one tonight in our group that did not dress up.

"Truth," he wore his own smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "You're so boring you know that."

Michael chuckled while running his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh.

"Ask your question," Noah said.

"Fine," I sighed. "What do you want for your birthday?"

"You."

Noah's answer was immediate without an ounce of hesitation as his dark eyes bore into mine causing me to swallow thickly.

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Hi. I’m back yet again with another Jesse Cash thought. This one I’m not even sorry for. So have a great morning, afternoon, evening where ever you are and I hope this rots your brain as much as it has mine.

18+smut under the cut(dom!jesse, boot riding, oral with male receiving, female orgasm denial).

You stood before Jesse, wearing nothing but his long sleeve tan shirt and a pair of thin white panties. He sat in the lounge chair in the corner of your shared living room, only basked in the lamp behind him; the shade askew.

"What did you say?" Your breath caught in your throat as your heart hammered in your ears.

Jesse, who was dressed in a black long sleeve, black jeans to match, and those boots that always brought one thing to your mind whenever he wore them.

Step on my throat.

"Sweet girl," his deep voice snapped my gaze from those boots to his face. "Get down on your knees and crawl to me."

"Jesse-," you began but a loud snap echoed in the room, him pointing to the floor.

"You want to welcome me back home from tour then get down on your fucking knees and crawl to me," his eyes were dark, even in the low light of the lamp behind him.

Slowly falling to my knees, I began crawling over to my husband, the hardwood floor beneath my hands and knees were cold. Yet you didn't let that deter you from reaching your husband, looking up at him through lashes.

"Did I do good?" Your voice was barley audible.

Jesse's hand caressed your cheek. "So good, sweetheart. You're always my good girl."

His left foot shifted next to you causing your gaze to snap over to the leather boot. Abstinently, you bit your bottom lip but Jesse caught it right away.

"Go ahead, Y/N. Take a seat and ride it. I know you want to," Jesse leaned back in the chair, his curls falling away from his face.

You were quick to shift yourself over his boot, pressing your aching cunt on it. You shivered at how the leather felt against the thin material of your panties.

"Fuck," you moaned when you began moving up and down Jesse's boot.

The hand with the mandala tattoo worked on unbuckling his belt and then the button and zipper of his jeans. As you orgasm built from rubbing your pussy over his boot, you watched through lidded eyes as Jesse pulled his cock out of his red briefs, not missing the slight wet stain on them.

"Are you close?" Jesse asked, noticing your pace became erratic.

You nodded with a breathless yes.

He shifted his foot, almost halting your movements. "Think you can get off touching yourself without me here?"

You blanched. How did he know?

"Oh, sweetheart," Jesse fucked his cock with one hand while the other cupped your cheek. "I walked in and heard those pretty little moans. Why do you think I called you downstairs? You needed to realize I was home and heard everything."

Oh fuck.

Jesse had a very strict rule while he was gone on the road; absolutely no touching yourself.

"So as punishment, you are not allowed to cum," he ordered, moving his foot so you could start your movements on his boot again.

"Jesse," you whined while rubbing your wetness over the leather. "Plese, I'm so close."

With a tight grip on his cock, he forced your head down towards it with his other hand. "Take it all the way down your throat until you're choking on it. If you event think about disobeying me again, I'll make sure you're crying from how I'm fucking your throat."

Your gaze snapped away from his cock up to his eyes. Even in the darkness pooling there, you can see a flicker of light which held his question.

Safe word?

You shook your head before sinking your mouth all the way down on his awaiting cock.

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MY NERDY SELF IS BEING FED TODAY!!!!

hi, @thefallennightmare inspired me to write a Davis cock warming blurb, so here it is.

CW: star wars trivia i may have gotten wrong, poorly written smut, dirty talk, cockwarming

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

Davis overheard you on the phone a couple days ago mention not knowing much about Star Wars outside of “Obi Wan could get it though.”

That’s how you found yourself on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt and his hands resting on your hips.

“Okay baby, here’s how this is gonna go. Do you remember those flashcards I gave you? Those were a whole bunch of Star Wars facts and information, gonna ask you a question and if you get it right i’ll fuck into this sweet pussy and if you get it wrong i’ll pinch your thigh. If you get 4 right, i’ll let you cum. Got it?” Watching your head nod rapidly. He smiled at you.

“Who has a purple lightsaber?”

“Uh,” your voice full of uncertainty. “Mace Windu? Samuel L Jackson’s guy!”

“That’s my smart girl,” his hips rolled just enough to feel you squeeze him. “fucking shit baby, who turned into Darth Vader?”

“Anakin.”

His hands gripped your hips hard enough he was able to force your body forward, grinding against him.

“Davis..”

“2 more baby. Pay attention, gonna get a little harder the more we go. How many films are there?”

“6 good ones,” his hands making you grind again.

“What about the rest, pretty?”

“3 others and 2 spin offs.”

He kept you grinding against him, grinning at the whines falling from your mouth.

“You close already? Feel you getting tighter honey, better get this next one right if you wanna cum. What was Han Solo frozen in?”

“Carbonite. Swear. K-know it. Please Davis, please please. Fuck!”

“Oh there’s my smart girl. Come on then, make a mess baby. Such a good girl, so proud. Love you so much.”

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GUYS

GUYS GUYS GUYS

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