#coded y’all need to SEE IT PLEASE

[miss-americanbi]

imagining pro-level angst to tyler childers songs y’all can’t even begin to comprehend.

[poledancingghostson]

I hate to break it to you but all of Taylor Swift’s songs are about lesbian sex /j

think about lesbian sex on. the. clock.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

NAUGHTY OR NICE? 🖤❤️🎁 (SatoSugu x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

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Pairing: Santa!Gojo Satoru x Krampus!Geto Suguru x Fem!Black!Plus-Size!Reader

Synopsis: On Christmas Eve, you expect to spend a quiet night in with your wine and your new rose toy after a long month of constant work and holiday busyness. But when you receive a surprise visit from Santa Claus and Krampus themselves, who both have some business with you when you end up on their “Naughty or Nice” lists for the year, you realize that this Christmas Eve won’t be spent alone this time around.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GTFO), Santa Claus!Gojo x Krampus!Geto, Fantasy, Threesome, Mild Guy on Guy, Dubcon/R*pe, Some Hypnosis, Sex w/ Sex Toys, Spanking, Choking, Whipping, Dual Blowjob, Cunnilingus; Forked Tongue, Piercings, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Facefucking, Cum Play, Degradation/Praise, Objectification, Slutification, Spitroast, Big Cocks, Monsterfucking, Throatpie, Creampie, Pain Kink, Daddy Kink, Reader Cums 3x, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: This is my FIRST EVER holiday commission written for one of my favorite VAs @curiouscutie143!! I really hope y’all enjoy reading it! I had so much fun flexing my fantasy muscles & it was overall hella fun to write. Please enjoy! -Jazz

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“Ha,” you sigh. “Finally.”

It is all you can say as you slink down onto your soft rug in front of your blazing, hot fireplace that costs a soft, orange glow throughout your dimly-lit living room.

One of your favorite cheesy Christmas movies plays on the TV hanging above the mantle of your fireplace, twined with twinkling red and green lights. A five-feet-high Christmas tree sits in the corner of your room near your coat hanger, decked out in ornaments and lights.

It is officially Christmas Eve! The presents are wrapped, a month’s worth of holiday shopping is done, and you won’t have to go back to work until Monday because this year, Christmas falls on a weekend. What a blessing!

‘A Christmas miracle more like,’ you think. You could hardly wait to begin your three-day weekend. The past couple of weeks since November have been nothing but work, stress, and more work since winter hit and the sun went to hide after 4PM.

When you got home, you immediately began to unwind from a long day at your job with a self care ritual: a hot bath using your favorite caramel bubble soak, some body butter to make your brown skin glisten and soft to the touch, a takeout dinner, a nice glass of wine to relax you, and…

You eagerly stare down at the red gift bag in your hands and reach into it, revealing your brand new addition to your self care ritual and goodie from the sex shop you frequent: a rose toy. “So cute!” you coo. “And so expensive. Thank you bestie for the coupon code.”

You admire the little rose-shaped sex toy with the clit sucker, four different settings for ultimate pleasure, and a free bottle of strawberry-flavored heating lube. You haven’t had much time to yourself with work or much of a sexual appetite, but now that you have the time, you will take as much of it as you need to make yourself feel good.

After all, who else is gonna do it for you? You’re a single girl living alone. No matter how much you’d love to have a hot guy to snuggle up to tonight after hours of sex, you know that isn’t going to happen. So you improvise.

You can feel the wine take effect on you, making you feel loose and comfortable. As you begin to lift the top to your sweatshirt to expose your sexy red bra and panties, you see that the blinds to your windows are open, revealing the outside blanketed in snow. ‘Eh,’ you think. ‘No one is gonna peek into my house.’

Everyone is too busy with families and couples to care about a single girl flicking the bean with her new toy. So you continue to ease your way out of your sweatshirt and you’re just popping open the lube when you hear something peculiar.

Scuff, scuff.

You look up immediately, realizing that it is coming from above. Is there something in the roof? Or…on the roof? Your heart begins to pound as you hear unfamiliar clicking sounds along with the familiar, recognizable sound of footsteps. But not just any footsteps…boots. The thud of the heels against the brick roof is all too familiar.

Who the fuck is on your roof?

You hear a grunt and suddenly, a slew of soot comes flying down from the chimney chute. You immediately stand from your spot and scowl at the fireplace, alarmed and confused. A rush of cold winter air blows into your living room, chilling you to the bone, along with the scent of pine and gingerbread.

You hear another grunt followed by the scuffling of something caught in the chimney between the bricks. “Da hell?” you say aloud, peering up at the chimney. It’s all you can say until a pair of boots are sliding down your chimney and dangle just above the fire. You gasp, covering your mouth to hide your voice.

The stranger grunts in frustration, wiggling about in the tight space. “Goddammit,” a voice huffs. “Uh…helloooo? Anyone down there?” You momentarily contemplate answering before you figure doing so. He’s stuck anyway. “Uh…hi,” you call. “Listen, if you’re tryin’ to break in, you’ll be sorry once you fall into the burning, hot flames below you.”

The stranger huffs, still wriggling around with his boots dangling. “I didn’t see the smoke beforehand,” he sighs. “Listen, I’ve been up since 4 AM doin’ this shit and my mind ain’t exactly all there. You’re not even supposed to be seeing me, but considering the circumstances, could you take that gate down?”

You look at the iron gate blocking the flames and the embers from popping onto your rug in front of the fireplace. He’s worried about that and not the fire? “What?” you scoff. “Who even are you?”

Woooosh!

Another rush of cold air whooshes into your living room, smelling of gingerbread, and snuffs out the fire. Then you hear: Jingle-jingle. The unmistakable sound of sleigh bells along with that clicking on the roof. Hooves.

As if all of that hasn’t proved to you that this stranger isn’t a Christmas burglar, a huge, red burlap sack comes falling down onto the logs that are now cold and charred. Perfect for not burning the presents that you know are in that sack and can only be delivered by one man. “Santa Claus,” you gasp.

“Satoru, actually,” he chuckles, a smile in his voice. “And I’ve got some presents to drop off for you, V.” Your stomach flips at the sound of your name coming from his lips in that sexy voice of his. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix a fire for you again, but I’ve got work to do first.”

You don’t need any more persuasion or confirmation. Quickly, you get dressed, take the gate off of your fireplace, and set it aside, allowing for Satoru Claus to come sliding down your chimney. His leather boots hit the ground and he hoists up his sack of gifts before ducking under your mantle to avoid hitting his head.

He is very tall. About six-foot something, much to your liking. And he is so, so big! Even under his red uniform with white trim, you can tell he has some impressive physical features that aren’t just on his face. The man is gorgeous. Everything is so symmetrical and beautifully-crafted, including his captivating blue eyes and the white locks under his red hat.

He sighs, happy to be under a roof now. “Thanks,” he says, giving you a pearly white smile. When he gets a look at you, his smile fades and his eyes sparkle, taken aback by you. “Damn, you’re really pretty, y’know. Probably the prettiest nice girl I’ve had on my list.”

You can’t believe your luck. And three-day break and Satoru Claus comes to personally deliver your gifts? “You came for me?” you ask, exciting coiling inside of you. “Really?”

The handsome, white-haired man grins and lowers his sack down. “Yes, I did,” he replies. “You were on my Nice list this year for all of the good deeds you’ve done.”

You feel pride surge inside of you. You had a feeling that helping your mom cook for Thanksgiving dinner and helping your old neighbor with his groceries would all come back to you!

“And because of those good deeds, I have a few gifts for you…plus a very special one that I think a girl like you would enjoy.” Satoru gives you a wink before he pulls five wrapped gifts out of his sack and lowers them underneath your little tree, rearranging them in a neat line.

“Thank you!” you giggle, giddy and excited. “So what’s my special gift? Can I unwrap it tonight maybe?”

Satoru slowly turns to you, a playful glint in his blue eyes. “Oh, yes, you can, baby girl…you can unwrap it right now, if you want.”

You don’t need him to tell you exactly what this “special gift” that you can “unwrap” is. Not with the sexy, salacious smirk on his face and the mischievous gleam in his cobalt eyes. The heat that grew in your core when you admired your new rose toy intensifies, making you throb with need.

Satoru saunters over to you on his long legs, shedding his clothes as he does so. He takes off his hat and tosses it aside before his long fingers teasingly unbutton each button of his red top. With each step he takes, you walk backwards, unable to keep yourself still.

“Y’know, I don’t usually do this,”he begins in a breathy drawl that makes you tingle. “I just drop off gifts to the good boys and girls all over the world, but I just had to personally deliver this gift to you when you showed up on my list.”

You only stop moving when your back hits a wall, making you squeak. Satoru stands over you, his top now unbuttoned and his lickable, toned upper torso exposed. Your eyes drink in his luscious, pierced nipples, mouth-watering abs, and white happy trail leading to his impressive V-line and the Promiseland of his cock.

“Speechless?” he chuckles, pride in his eyes. “That’s okay, baby. Just do me a favor: nod your head if you want this. You deserve something for being such a good, sweet girl this year.”

Here this sexy, irresistible man is offering you a chance to spend the night with him instead of alone with a toy. You would be a fool to say no. Slowly, you nod your head, just trusting your voice. Satoru hums in satisfaction, tilting your chin up with his hand. “You want a kiss, baby?” he murmurs. “It is the rule, after all.”

His eyes trail up to the ceiling and so do yours, revealing the mistletoe hanging above you. You had nearly forgotten you put it up there. Your eyes trail back down to Satoru’s handsome face and juicy, pink lips begging to be tasted. “Yes, please,” you whisper. “Kiss me.”

Satoru is happy to oblige. Smiling, he leans down to reach your lips because he is so tall and you’re so goddamn short. You still have to stand on your toes to reach him, deepening the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck.

He moans at the same time you do, both of you eager for more. His kiss is soft, slow, and sweet to the taste. He tastes of gingerbread and whipped cream, both flavors turning into aphrodisiacs for you. His big hands slowly slide up your sweatshirt, caressing your thick thighs, hips, and ass.

As you push your smaller, plumper frame against him, you can feel his hard-on pressing into your pelvis. You rub against it, feening, needing more of him. Satoru then pulls away, his gaze hot and lips swollen from the kissing. “You want your present now, baby girl?” he whispers.

He takes your hand and places it on his toned stomach before trailing it down, down, down to his bulge. Biting your lip in anticipation, you briefly wonder if you should just get on your knees, pull his dick out of his pants, and suck him off right here.

But the thoughts are only brief when you suddenly smell something tangy and sweet mixed with something spicy—like tangerine and nutmeg mixed with jalapeño. You watch as black smoke suddenly slinks from your chimney and fills your living room, nearly clouding your vision.

You and Satoru stare at the strange smoke. “Who the fuck?” you ask in unison. Suddenly, the fire flares to life again in the fireplace, but its flames are an ominous green. Satoru suddenly springs into action, pushing you between him and the wall. “Keep behind me,” he demands. “Of course, this motherfucker shows up.”

You peer over his shoulder, staring in awe as the smoke cloud grows bigger and bigger until it dissipates. Revealed in the wisps of smoke is a handsome, six-foot man with long, flowing black hair, cheekbones to die for, and violet eyes currently trained at you.

But despite this man being utterly stunning, your heart seizes in fear at the long, curved horns on his head, the tail cascading between his hooved feet and hairy legs, and the sheep’s wool adorned in bells he wears over his toned body. This man is not human.

He smiles at you, causing his eyes to crinkle. It is slightly off putting yet hypnotizing. “Hey, there, little V,” he greets, his voice deep and soothing. “You’re prettier than your photo.”

Satoru plasters on a big smile as he gazes at the thing standing in your living room. “Suguru!” he greets. “Fancy seein’ you here tonight.”

Suguru places his own sack, which is less bright or gaudy as Satoru’s, on the floor, revealing the name stitched across the front: Krampus. “Satoru,” he says, looking less than pleased to see he holly, jolly man. “Just what are you doing in my naughty girl’s house with your dick almost out?”

You look down, realizing that Satoru’s pants are down so low that you can almost see the outline of his shaft. The white-haired man scowls at Suguru, irked. “We were in the middle of something, if you don’t mind. And your naughty girl? That’s a little presumptuous.”

He snorts to himself like this is a joke, but Suguru isn’t laughing. “It isn’t when I’ve got my list.” Satoru’s smile fades, replaced with a cool, tight-lipped expression.

You stare between the two magical figures, utterly confused. “Uh….sorry, what’s going on here?” you demand.

Suguru is more than happy to fill you in. “Sorry, doll, but it appears that your Santa has mistaken you for another good girl. You’ve ended up on my naughty list this year.” His lips, pink and pierced with a silver ring, curl into a smirk. “So you’ve got me to deal with.”

You ignore the way your pussy throbs at his words. “W-What?” you stammer. “But what did I—“

“Well, let’s get out the rap sheet, shall we?” Suguru interrupts. He reaches into his jacket and unwraps a long, tattered list that stops right at Satoru’s boots. You gape at the list, in awe. There is no way your bad deeds are this long!

Suguru clears his throat, smirking and clearly enjoying himself. “Refusing to pay a parking ticket, stealing a frozen box of cheesecake by placing it at the bottom of your cart, and…” He pauses, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Masturbating at work. On top of using half of her paycheck to order sex toys.”

Satoru stares at you, in awe, while you flush in embarrassment. “I’m not paying $5 for a cheesecake,” you argue in your defense. “A-And I was on break at work and had the urge!”

Suguru laughs, the sound loud and mocking. “At least she’s honest. So that’s why I’m here: to teach naughty bitches like you a lesson that you’ll take into next year.” He points one of his claws at you and it feels like a knife jutting into your chest.

“Hey, hold up!” Satoru shouts, still hiding you behind his big body. “As much as I respect your profession, I don’t think I appreciate you storming in here and taking what’s mine. There has to be some mistake if she ended up on my list too!”

Suguru blankly stares at Satoru, obviously unamused or swayed. “Show me,” he deadpans. Satoru rips his own list out of his pocket and unfurls it, the damn thing reaching across the floor to Suguru’s hooves. The demon peers down at the list and huffs in disbelief. “Well, shit.”

“I told you!” Satoru barks, snatching his list away. “So you can take your kinky ass and head back to whatever hole you crawled out of.” Suguru sucks his teeth, irritated. “But I’m here already. Why would I leave if it took me such a long time to get here?”

Satoru waves a passive hand. “Not my problem, Krampy. You should’ve checked your list twice.” The demon cocks his head to the side, his eyes darkening. “You questioning my intelligence, Satoru?” he asks. “I don’t think I quite like that.”

The demon saunters up to Satoru, standing at least a few inches taller than the white-haired man. But Satoru isn’t afraid. He steps to Suguru, both of them chest to chest, nose to nose. “What are you gonna do?” Satoru whispers, smirking. “Whip me?”

Suguru’s lips twitch in a way that makes you think that he’s considering it…until he looks at you. “I think I’ll reserve that for her for now. So what if she’s on your list too? I’m already here and I already proved she’s on my list as well.”

His eyes hold such wicketry and deviousness that it unsettles you, but at the same time, you’ve never been more aroused. “Maybe we can reward and punish her at the same time. If you don’t mind sharing.”

The demon smirks at Satoru who thoughtfully taps his chin. Usually, I’d say no when it comes to my good girls…but I’m curious to see how she handles both of us. Naughty and nice.”

He suddenly moves aside and gently pushes you between himself and Suguru. You let out a tiny squeak of surprise, making them both laugh at your cuteness. You are now sandwiched between the two, smelling the snow on their clothes and feeling their hard cocks pressing into you.

“Would you like that, baby?” Satoru murmurs into your ear, his hands caressing your hips. Do you want us both to play with this little boy tonight?”

Suguru squeezes your face between his big, clawed hand, making your cheeks squish together. “Words, pet,” he demands. His tongue, long, forked, and pierced, trails from your neck up to your jawline, giving you a teasing lick.

The lewd act makes your pussy gush with impatience. You need the both of them right here, right now. “Y-Yes,” you stammer, your voice tiny and soft. Satoru smiles against your cheek, kissing it. “That’s my good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” Suguru scoffs, forcing you to keep looking at him. “We’ll see how good you are once you’ve got a dick in you. Now…” He leans in closer, his breath fanning your face.

“Give me a kiss,” he whispers. “Don’t I deserve a thank you for coming all the way here?”

His lips are on yours without any confirmation or consent…but you guess he saw the need in your eyes and didn’t feel the need to ask. But of course, he’s fucking Krampus. He doesn’t ask. He just takes.

Suguru’s kiss is rough, sinful, and insistent, his lips forcing yours to move in tandem with his mouth. When your lips part to moan, his tongue slides against yours, giving you a feel of the forked tip and earring stud. ‘Oh, fuck me,’ you think, delirious with horny ness.

Satoru’s gloved finger gently caresses your cheek, coaxing you away from Suguru. “Me too, baby girl,” he coos. “Don’t leave me out. I bought you all of those pretty gifts.” He takes a nibble of your bottom lip, giggling when you whimper. “But I do admit that masturbating at work ain’t so nice of you.”

He begins to kiss you while Suguru kisses your neck, licking along your collarbone. You feel his hand slide down your legs and gently pry your soft inner thighs apart.“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper.

You can only utter the two words when you suddenly feel jolts of pleasure enter you from your pussy being stimulated. “Ah!” you gasp as Geto’s fingers caress your slit.

Suguru chuckles, overjoyed by your reaction to his touch. “Lucky for us and her, we can reward this naughty little girl for her good deeds and punish her for her…bad habits.” He curls his fingers against your soaked thong, nearly digging them into your asscrack. “I think someone likes the sound of that.”

Satoru laughs, intensely watching your expression of pure torture and ecstasy. “Clearly. You want both of us, don’t you, baby?”

The two continue to assault your neck in kisses, leaving your mind blank and unable to process the English language. But to get what you want, you need to talk. “Yes,” you whisper. “Please. I promise I’ll be good.”

You would do anything to get them to touch you, taste you, and quench the thirst that you’re suffering from. Suguru grins, pleased with your confession, and uses one hand to tear your sweatshirt off of you, exposing your red lingerie. “Then get on your knees now.” His voice dips into a low and growly territory, sounding so much like a demon.

Quickly, you slink onto your knees between the two men, watching obediently as they unbuckle their belts and slide down their pants to reveal two of your big, throbbing, hard presents just for you.

After taking some time to wrap your hands around their shafts and stroke them, getting yourself used to their lengths and girths, you finally have enough of “introductions” and finally get them in your mouth.

Both of them are warm, throbbing, and thick with arousal. Their balls, heavy with unshed cum, slap against your chin when one slides down your throat, coating your tongue in their salty taste and filling your nostrils with their scent and masculine musk. When one is busy fucking you mouth, the other fucks your hand, their soft groans and grunts about how nice your soft touch feels egging you on.

You alternate between sucking off both cocks…or rather, Satoru and Suguru make you take both of them. They use your mouth for their own pleasure though one is softer than the other. While Suguru is rough and demanding, making you take his cock down your slutty throat, Satoru is slow and steady, rocking his hips against your mouth, verbal and loud about how wonderful your mouth is.

“Now that’s a good girl,” he moans, gently stroking your hair. He stares down at you in adoration, loving how your drool drips down your mouth to coat his cock and balls as you submissively sit on your knees for him.

Suguru side-eyes the white-haired man as he vigorously fucks your hand, his warm skin stretches across the thick appendage of his cock. “Good? Sucking two big dicks at once classifies as ‘good’ to you?”

He stares down at you too, his eyes hooded with lust. “Although she is working that mouth rather nicely. Might even change my mind about bein’ a naughty little slut.” He snakes a hand through your hair and grips it, bringing you back over to take more of his cock.

He gutturally groans as he sinks into your velvety, wet mouth, joyously fucking it and making you gag along his shaft. Satoru tsks, growing harder at the sight of your beautiful face and soft lips being fucked. “Hey, now. That’s no way to talk to my good, sweet girl.”

He gently caresses your face, pushing loose strands of hair away from your sloppy, wet mouth. “Right, baby? Aren’t you a good girl and a good cocksucker for us?”

Suguru slides out of your mouth to let you speak and gulp down some air. “Yes!” you cough out, falling victim to that tickle in your throat from it being stimulated too much. Your throat feels raw and your jaw aches from being stretched out by the two big cocks in front of you.

Yet you’ve never been wetter in your entire life. Your thong digs into your asscrack, drenched in your juices. Suguru and Satoru smell how aroused you are, making them both harder just because you’re so needy for this.

“That’s how I like my girls,” Satoru coos, tapping his cock against your soft lips. “Extra good. Keep this up, cutie, and you may just end up on the Nice List again next year.” He coaxes you to press soft kisses and kitten licks against his cock head, lapping up droplets of his pre.

Suguru hums, not sounding too swayed by your words or actions. “Let’s see how good you really are with this inside you.” He bends down, picking up your rose toy between two long, clawed fingers. “Seems like you wanted to use it anyway.”

Spank!

His big hand slaps you on the ass, the sharp sound echoing throughout the cozy living room. “Ass up, naughty girl,” he growls.

You do exactly as he says, positioning yourself so your ass is tooted up while your face plants into the rug below. You tremble as Suguru glides a teasing claw across your skin, snipping off your bra so it falls off of your chest, exposing your big, soft, juicy tits.

“Don’t forget the lube!” Gojo shouts. “She needs to be comfortable!”

Suguru rolls his eyes, but squirts some of the scented heating lube onto his fingers before he toys with your pussy, stimulating the twitching, gushing little muscle. Your sweet moans drive both men to the brink of insanity, the both of them jacking themselves off as your pussy gushes around Suguru’s fingers.

Moments later after torturous teasing, Suguru finally forces you onto all fours and places the buzzing toy against your sobbing cunt after choosing the setting for you. He watches your gorgeous, voluptuous ass and soft pussy while Satoru fucks your mouth, just as enchanted. “Fuck, baby, look how pretty your pussy looks. Does it feel good?”

His cheeks are flushed from the lewd sight of you oozing and gushing all over the rose. You can’t form one single thought in your blank brain, the buzzing and vibrating from te toy too fucking good for words. “Sa-Sa…Tarou, f-fuck!” you stammer around his cock.

Suguru chuckles, grabbing a handful of your ass to squeeze and jiggle for his own enjoyment. “Little slut can’t even speak. That rose must pack a bigger punch than I thought it did…but maybe, that’s just ‘cause I’ve got it on the highest setting.”

He lets out a wicked cackle as you desperately moan against the high vibrations, feeling them coursing through your veins. The jolts of pleasure are relentless and forceful, taking you on a trip. “Please!” you whine around Satoru’s dick. “Please!”

You hiss in pain as Suguru sinks his claws into your asscheek, nearly breaking the skin. It feels oddly good and intensifies your pleasure. “‘Please’ what, sweetheart?” he condescendingly coos. “‘Please’ taste me? ‘Please’ fuck me? What do you need?”

Satoru slides his dick out of your mouth, keeping a hand on himself to stroke your saliva into his shaft. “You!” you sob, not quite being clear about who you mean. “Please just fucking touch me!”

At this point, both men know that you want both of them. Their hands. Their tongues. Their cocks. Everything. “Now, those aren’t nice words, baby,” Satoru tuts, tapping his cock against your lips and nose. “I’ll need to fuck that mouth into submission, won’t I?”

“And she’ll be taking it,” Suguru chuckles. “Plus somethin’ else in another hole that needs to be fucked into submission.” He takes the toy away from your cunt and slurps your juices off of it before turning it off.

Satoru helps you sit up despite how dazed and confused you are, dizzy from the pleasure. Suguru stares you down, his violet eyes drilling into your soul. “Bend over the couch,” he growls, his voice low and almost demonic. “We wanna see that pretty ass. Now.”

You do as he says and crawl over to the couch because your legs are jelly at the moment, earning some appreciative spanks in response. Once you’re bent over the couch, Suguru snaps the weak string of your thong off with his claw in one single slice.

The thong comes off, exposing your ass to both horny, feening men. You can barely take a breath before you feel the sting of a whip crack against your skin.

Crack!

You gasp at the harsh sensation against your ass, gripping the couch for dear life at the burn. Suguru does it again, sending his leather whip against your ass.

Crack!

“O-Ow!” you shout. Tears spring into your eyes at the harsh fire that licks across your asscheeks. Suguru sighs in a way that reminds you of a starving man relieved to finally eat.

“You cry so pretty for me, little doll,” he groans. “So sexy. You’re lucky I have to share you tonight because I’d fuck you up.”

He cracks his whip again, but not against your skin. However, it still makes you flinch, causing him to laugh at your reaction. Such a sadist.

“Oh, he doesn’t mean that, cutie,” Satoru coos into your asscheeks. He has knelt down to sweeten the red-hot lashes from Suguru’s whip with kisses. “He just thinks you’re too cute to control himself. I’m in the same boat.”

Suguru ghosts a hand across your sobbing slit, humming at the juices that coat his digits. “I bet Ol’ St. Gojo would love to see all of your holes get fucked now,” he whispers. “Ya think, sugar?”

You can hardly speak now, but when both men have their way with you later, you can’t even think of anything to remotely talk about. You have never felt so tortured before until you feel Satoru’s big cock fucking your mouth like a toy while Suguru greedily fucks your pussy with his forked tongue.

The demon is bent down with his face shoved between your asscheeks, greedily lapping away at your pussy. His claws grip your ass and pull each cheek apart to dig his forked tongue more into your cunt, giving you a feel of the cold metal of his piercing against your heated clit.

Satoru watches your lips wobble and your big, brown eyes fill with tears as he fucks your mouth with all the vigor of a man wanting to get his nut, enchanted by the way Suguru looks stuffed in your ass. “Fuck, baby, you look so good,” he moans. “You take that cock so well. Such a good girl for me.”

Between Satoru’s orgasmic moans and Suguru’s sinful tongue, it doesn’t take long for the urge to cum to rise to the surface. The sounds of Suguru’s tongue in your cunt are wet and sloppy like a spoon swirling around in a bowl of Mac n’ Cheese, the tip of his tongue tickling your clit.

“Swugu!” you moan, your words muffled and jumbled by Satoru’s dick. “I’m gwonna cwum!” Luckily for you, the demon is eager to taste the essence of your release on his tongue finally. “Do it,” he demands, growling into your cunt. “Cum for me, sugar. Give it to me now.”

His voice seems to hypnotize you, triggering your brain in a way that makes it shut down. Suddenly, a haze coats your mind as if you are driving in the backseat of a car while someone else is at the wheel, flooring the car through a thick fog. You know someone else is in control and it’s not you, but you’re okay with it.

Maybe that’s because of how fucking good you feel as your orgasm tumbles down onto like a ton of bricks. You whine around Satoru’s dick as you cum, gushing ounces of cum into Suguru’s waiting mouth. He hungrily drinks you in, slurping as much as he can, your juices dripping down his chin.

“Don’t be greedy,” Satoru growls, impatient. “Give me some too. We’re sharing her, remember?”

Suguru looks up at him, his violet eyes ablaze with lust and a feral energy that you can feel in the way he massages your ass. Suddenly, he tears himself away from your cunt and grabs the back of Satoru’s neck before pulling him in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

You gape at the two, watching as they swap spit and your taste between them, soft moans and groans leaving their mouths as they aggressively kiss in front of you. Finally, they pull away and give their attention to you again.

“Good girl,” Satoru whispers, gently stroking your hair. Suguru shakes his head, still not moved. “Not quite yet. She still needs somethin’ a bit more corporal…with lube, of course.”

He gives you a smirk as he crooks his finger at the lube on the floor. The bottle begins to levitate and magically gravitates to Suguru’s hand like a moth to the flame. He squirts some onto his cock and uses his hand to coat it, making it slick and oh-so yummy-looking.

“I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you and fuck this slutty pussy now,” he says, his voice low and breathy. “And while I do, Claus is gonna fuck your throat. And you’re gonna take all of it like the nasty little bitch you are.” He wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes, momentarily rendering you breathless. “Understand?” he growls, his eyes flaring at you.

Satoru hooks a hand underneath your body to play with your clit, coaxing you to answer. “Yes, Daddies,” you moan, delirious and dumb with need. “I promise!”

That is all the two need to hear. Moments later, you are being spit roasted by both hunks, two big cocks stretching out your holes and fucking them into oblivion. Satoru uses your throat to his heart’s content, his own slutty moans and grunts leaving his lips as he watches you take Suguru from behind.

Suguru fucks you rough, deep, and hard, sliding as much of his big cock into you as he can, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. He grips your ass so hard that his claws dig into the meaty flesh of your asscheeks, possibly drawing blood, as he grunts and growls, animalistic in the way he fucks. He is relentless and merciless, taking as much as he gives, but you expect nothing less from a demon.

He presses his lips against your ear, his tongue sliding against your earlobe. “Take those cocks, sugar,” he whispers in your ear. “Take both of them like I know you can.”

You have no choice but to do so, your jaw aching and pussy squelching the more you are fucked from both ends. Satoru peers into your dazed eyes that are nearly rolled to the back of your head. “You still doin’ okay, baby?” he worriedly asks. “You look so dazed.” Suguru laughs, loud and mocking. “That’s ‘cause she’s gettin’ slutted out just like she wants to be.”

He gives your ass another harsh spank, loving the way it claps for him, and reaches down to toy with your tummy. You moan around Satoru’s cock as you slowly begin to toss your ass back into Suguru, fucking yourself on his cock as if he was a dildo. “Yes,” he growls. “Fuck me back, naughty girl. Show Satoru how fuckin’ nasty you are.”

Satoru watches on, eyes glazed and cheeks all aglow with lust and astonishment, noticing how your ass, tummy, and tits jiggle with each thrust of Suguru’s dick inside of your wet pussy. “Go on, cutie, fuck him back,” he encourages. “Show me how much you need this.”

You do your absolute best to do just that, egged on by your need to cum and the luscious moans coming from Satoru and Suguru fucking your body. Using it for their pleasure. You can feel Suguru’s cock swelling and throbbing between your pussy walls, stroking them relentlessly until you can feel that urge to cum cresting again. You reach down to frantically rub your clit, pushing yourself to gush around the big, fat cock inside of you.

“Cum for me again,” Suguru growls. “Cum for us again. Make that slutty pussy cream around my cock, sugar.” Like a puppet on some strings, you finally let go and cum for the second time, intense jolts of pleasure coursing throughout your body. You moan loud and wanton around Satoru’s dick as you soak Suguru and your inner thighs with your cum, sticky droplets of it dripping down your legs and his balls.

Satoru watches your face, loving how your brown eyes roll back and your body twitches from the ecstasy. “So pretty,” he whines. “I want you to take my cum too.” Suguru smirks at him, a devious glint in his eye. “Make her do then. She’ll do exactly what you say.”

Satoru begins to speed up his thrusts, rutting into your mouth again and again, his moans growing louder and more high-pitched. Finally, his hips tense and his abs clench as his orgasm takes over, gripping your hair to hold you down on his cock. “Fuck!” he loudly groans as his taste floods your tongue. His spunk fills up your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.

Suguru hums in approval, watching you swallow each ounce of cum. “Mmm, now that’s a good cock slut,” he coos. “You haven’t quite persuaded me that you’re good yet.” He spanks and grips a handful of your ass, sinking his claws into the meaty flesh once more. “Maybe if you take this fat load of mine, I’ll reconsider.”

He ruts into you faster and harder, pistoning you into Satoru who holds your face in his hands, making you look up into his soft, loving blue eyes. “Take his cum, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Just look at me, okay? Look me in my eyes when you take it all.”

You do as he says despite Suguru’s rough fucking, his feral grunts growing louder and warning you of his orgasm. “M’cumming!” he growls. “Gonna give you everything you need!” After a few more earth-shattering, body-breaking thrusts, the demon lets out a low groan and roots rope after rope of spunk inside of your pussy, filling your hole to the brim with it.

You gasp at the warm sensation, another mini-orgasm coursing through you and making you tremor. Your shake and shudder against Suguru’s cock as you both ride out your orgasms one second at a time, Suguru’s thrusts growing sloppier and slower as his high fades. “Oooh, you came again, little doll?” he chuckles, feeling you pulse around his dick. “Such a needy thing. I bet that felt real good.”

Satoru presses a kiss to your sweaty brow and releases your face, allowing your head to lull exhaustively between your shoulders. But Suguru is way less generous. He takes your hair and yanks it back, making you hiss in pain. “What do you say?” he firmly demands.

Against the sting of your scalp and the haze of your three orgasms, you manage to find the words that he is looking for. “Thank you, Daddies,” you breathlessly answer. “Thank you for fucking me.”

Suguru hums in approval, gently releasing your hair. “You’re very welcome, baby,” Satoru adoringly murmurs. “You did so, so well for us. You gave us a Christmas gift too with this body.” He gently wipes his cum and your drool from your pretty lips, committing your features to his memory.

“Mmm, definitely,” Suguru agrees, softly moaning as he pulls his cock out of you, shuddering in delight at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. “But the poor thing looks tuckered out.”

‘Tuckered out’ isn’t even the right word to use for your current state. Your muscles ache and feel as if you just completed an hour at the gym doing cardio and weight-training. Your pussy aches and throbs in a way that makes you crave a nice oil massage and a hot bath to soothe it. Your mind is fuzzy with exhaustion and overall? You just need sleep.

After the duo get dressed, Satoru slowly lays you down on the couch and places a soft duvet over your body. He and Suguru both come over to press a kiss to each of your cheeks as your eyes struggle to keep open. “Sleep well, little girl,” Suguru softly murmurs. “You’ve earned it.”

Satoru’s gloved hand soothingly strokes your brow, coaxing you deeper and deeper into slumber. “Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll be back next Christmas, you’ll see.”

“And so will I,” Suguru chuckles. “Until then, doll.”

The last noise you hear is the sound of sleigh bells fading away into the distance as sleep takes you. When you sleep, you sleep all night on the couch until the next morning when the sun rises on Christmas Day.

When you awaken, you at first believe that last night was just a silly dream…until you find two special gifts left for you on the mantle above your fireplace.

One is a bright, golden jingle bell with “Claus” etched into the metal.

And another is a dingier, brass jingle bell the color of old silver with the name “Krampus” burnt into the metal.

Both reminders of what to be for the rest of the new year.

THE END.

[multicohn]

summary: isack is a big fan of singer y/n l/n.

warnings: a few hate ( not really hate ) comments, one mention about body figure ( nothing weird or anything, but i’ve seen others putting it no matter )

pairing: fem! singer! reader x isack hadjar

genre: smau, fluff, secret relationship

face claim: manon bannerman

author note: in honour of katseye’s comeback! ( this has been in my drafts for ages cause i wanted to expand the comments but for the LIFE of me could not — enjoy anyways 👍 )

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visacashapprb: lessssgo! your first garage playlist of ‘25 just dropped 🔥 #F1 #VCARB #AusGP

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user: ateez? skz? aespa? i know i picked the right team

user: PLAYLISTS ARE BACK! LETS GO 🗣🗣

user: y’all are the reason my music taste has changed 😭

user: trust vcarb to bring the diversity

user: Y/N MENTIONED?!

| user: oh isack hadjar you are my favourite rookie rn

user: why does every choice EAT

user: okay vcarb i see you 👀

user: might just switch teams

user: isack with ( song ) by y/n l/n? HELLO???!!

| user: he’s a big fan!

| user: really?

| user: yep! there are some eps on campos’ yt ( his old team ) and chasing the dream where he’s listening to her music

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youruser: who’s letting me cook rn?

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user: NEW MUSIC?!!?!

user: THE OUTFUTS??? GIRL HELLO

user: y/n proving that she is indeed the princess of pop

user: DO I SEE A ROYAL CONCEPT

user: okay but the last pic is so gf coded

user: THE DROUGHT IS OVER LETS FKING GO 🗣😭🔥🙏🕺😍

user: here before isack

| user: who?

| user: he’s an f1 driver who’s a big fan of her!

| user: oh

user: body tea

| user: my dream body fr

isackhadjar: so excited!

| youruser: !!!

| user: who is this random man

| user: he’s an f1 driver

| user: back off

| user: wait he’s actually kinda cute

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youruser: photodump

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user: A MAN

user: NO I THOUGHT SHE WAS WLW 😭💔

user: I CANT DO THIS

user: girl you aren’t slick

user: im actually sobbing rn

user: clutching my shirt as i bend over with tears in my eyes and sobs threatening my throat

| user: stealing this.

user: my girl never stays in one place

user: I know we’re all freaking out over her no longe evening single BUT HER CAT IS SO CUTE

| youruser: THANK YOU ( his / her ) name is ( cat name )

| user: YN BABE WHO IS THAT MAN

| user: YN PLEASE I CANT DO THIS YOU WERE MY LOSR HOPE

user: goodbye my delusions. ill miss you

user: three and five being taken by her bf and the others were probably sent to him first 💔

| user: hey so commenting is an option which you shouldn’t have done!

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user: japan?

user: i love japan

user: mv shoot?

user: F1 IS IN JAPAN? SUZUKA GP?

user: have fun!

user: so jealous!!!!!

isackhadjar: can’t wait to see you :)

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f1: a star has arrived at the paddock

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user: WHO IS THIS DIVA

user: THE OUTFIT??? OH SHE DEVOURED

user: need to know where she for her jeans from

user: need a pic of her and lewis

user: who’s this?

| user: y/n l/n! she’s a singer :)

user: just another clueless celeb 🙄

user: here’s an idea! invite people who ACTUALLY know about f1!

| user: isack hadjar is a fan of her 🧍 he probably invited her

| user: what if she is a fan of f1? what do you know about her?

| user: get my queens name out of your nasty mouth.

user: okay but who’s garage is she in?

| user: racing bulls 🙏

| user: guess we’ll have to see

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visacashapprb: admin wanted to gatekeep but got yelled out for doing so 😔

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user: SHE IS WITH RACING BULLS

user: admin please tell me if isack is still breathing

| visacashapprb: can confirm that he is

user: isack you better pull through.

| user: the points are calling his name

| user: hadjoints 🙏

user: deserved.

user: oh she’s stunning

user: her hair though 😍😍

user: admin you were fav, but you wanted to gatekeep this pic of my gf? bottom of the pyramid 🫵

| visacashapprb: NO

user: a literal angel

user: the way she’s glowing 😍😍

user: no clue who this was before, but my heart jumped out of my chest when she appeared on screen during free practice

user: isack i completely understand you.

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f1: isack hadjar scored his first ever points in f1 with a spectacular p8 👏 #f1 #formula1 #japanesegp

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user: HELL YEAH

user: FINALLY

user: deserved

user: HADJOINTS

user: the only thing that keep me interested the entire race

| user: real

user: THATS MY ROOKIE OF THE YEAR

user: y/n was in the garage and he knew that he had pull through

user: I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU ISACK

user: been a fan of him since f3! so glad to see him get points

user: ISACK WDC WHEN????

youruser: good job isack 👍

| isackhadjar: thank you y/n 🥹

| user: isack…

| user: down ASTRONOMICALLY bad ( me too )

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youruser: mv just dropped! shoutout to racing bulls f1 driver isack hadjar aka my issy who is the inspiration behind this album. i love you so much ❤️💙🤍

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user: WHAT THE HELL????

user: dude scored points and got hard launched? isack is winning life rn

user: YN I COULD YOU BETTER

| isackhadjar: no you can’t.

| user: 🧍‍♀️

| user: LMAO

user: ISSY? SHE CALLS HIM ISSY 😭😭

thomasdriver83: very offended that i knew nothing.

| isackhadjar: 🤷‍♂️

| thomasdriver83: im going to jump you.

| sami_meguetounif: *we

isackhadjar: my beautiful girl 🫶

| youruser: my handsome boy 🫶

user: from fan to boyfriend — talk about something straight out of a movie

| isackhadjar: i took my shot and it worked!

| user: wish i had your luck

user: how long have you’s been together?

| youruser: a year now, but we’ve been friends for a while :)

| user: A YEAR

| youruser: yep. we wanted to keep things a secret which is why it’s only coming out now

| isackhadjar: it wasn’t my choice ☹️

| youruser: i’ll make it up to you 🙃

| isackhadjar: 👀

| user: OH!

isackhadjar: i love my girlfriend guys

| youruser: i love you so much

| user: OH MY SHAYLAS 😭😭😭

| user: girl you were JUST praying on yns breakup

| user: i’ve changed. they are everything to me now.

[koveragewithkiera]

"Branded"

Modern AU (Smoke x Annie Coded)

I saw @margepimpson ‘s post for Sinners Fanfic Ideas and this immediately came to mind. It’s between Smoke and Dee (OC), but I really wanted to write about this cute little scenario. It’s short and probably a mess lol, but I’m gonna start putting some full-time work in if you guys are interested.

WC: >1k

Characters: Smoke, Dee, Annie (mentioned), Stack (mentioned), and Bo (mentioned once lol)

Enjoy! :)

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Smoke’s head pounded heavily the second his mind regained consciousness. His eyes roll back in pain the second he tries to open them, and his mouth tastes like the flesh of an expired corpse. Fortunately, someone had made the brilliant decision to shut the curtains last night (likely Delilah), otherwise the light of the afternoon sun would’ve clocked him right between the eyes.

His limbs were sprawled out dramatically as if he’d fallen asleep the second they hit the mattress. His Dolce sports coat was shed at some point during the many festivities of last night, and he silently prayed it made its way back to the hotel with him. He borrowed it from his brother, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been up for and hadn’t yet found the energy to move with how sensitive everything felt in the moment, but his bubble of peace was interrupted abruptly as Dee bustled through the door of his suite.

“Rise and shine, Mr. Future Annie Moore! I already let you get a few more minutes of sleep.” Her voice is oddly cheery, and Smoke’s eyes clench in immediate pain and irritation.

He lets out a deep groan, “Dee, what the fuck…”

Dee walks over to the curtains, mercifully only opening one side, but Smoke still hisses as if the sun burned his very skin. “Shit!”

She chuckles as she turns his way, hand on her hip, “Come on ‘fore I have to drag ya ass off myself. We got ballroom practice in two hours, and I can’t leave here until I know y’all niggas is up and at ‘em.”

Smoke finally finds some sense of balance as he slowly swings his legs over the side of the bed. He leans his head down into his hands, praying for Annie herself to give him strength.

Dee leisurely walks up to him with a glass of water and three ibuprofen, handing them to him with an amused look on her face. He has to swallow a bit of bile that threatens to escape as he lifts his head up to her, taking both with gentle movements.

She snickers at the sight of him, shaking her head lightly, “This gotta be the worst it’s ever been for you.”

After he’s done taking them, he clumsily places the empty glass back into Dee’s waiting hand. “Y’all must’ve tried to kill me.”

She just shrugs it off with a small grin, “Just wanted to see you have fun. Not like that ‘Last Night of Freedom’ bullshit, but in the ‘You Get to Stay Out Past 1 AM’ way.”

Smoke finally notices the stark difference in the state of the two of them, and he can’t help but throw a glare her way. “Why you ain’t half dead?”

Dee rolls her eyes at the question, “Nigga, I’m dealin’ with cramps right now. A headache is the least of my worries.” She grabs onto his arm, throwing it over her shoulder to help him as he comes to a stumbling standing.

She groans as he places a good bit of his weight onto her, “I forget y’all heavy as fo'-wheelers. I tried to help Stack get up too, but he just fell right over.”

Smoke eases up on her a bit as they both slowly tread him over to the bathroom.

Dee pats him on the back when she gets him to the sink, letting him lean on it for support. “Good job—“

Smoke winces harshly, and the both of them are taken aback for a moment before Dee lets out a guffaw.

“My bad, I forgot about ya back.” She gives him a lighter pat this time.

Smoke turns to her with scrunched eyebrows, his eyes a mixture of confusion and concern. “What’s wrong with my back?”

Dee’s eyes widen in surprise before shining in clear, devious delight. “Oh, please tell me you remember.”

His voice drops lower, concern turning into distress. “Remember what, Dee?”

“Maybe…” Her words trail as she holds back her laughter, “Maybe it’d be better to just show you.”

Dee gestures for him to remove his button-up, and hangover be damned, he quickly unbuttons it before tossing it to the ground. He turns his back to the mirror, and the second his eyes meet the reflection, he freezes like a deer in headlights. It’s only then that Dee lets her laugh release fully, tears falling from her eyes as she leans on the wall for support.

Right there, spanning from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, is Annie’s name written in an intricate twist of Old English lettering.

Smoke is completely speechless, his face ranging from emotion to emotion until he finally settles on a small smile, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Dee coos a bit at his smile before shoving his shoulder, “You just the biggest damn loverboy, I swear. Stack made us stop to get matching tattoos, and the only thing you wanted to do was get branded for life.”

Smoke lets out his own small chuckle before asking cautiously, “Shit, what if she don’t like it? It’s big as fuck, Dee.”

Dee swats at his arm, shutting down his worries immediately. “Boy, hush. All them tattoos you got, she’ll probably just be surprised it took you this long to do it.”

“Well, she damn sure ain’t gone expect all this. This thing is damn near a mural.” His complaining falls short as his voice softens the more he sees of the tattoo.

Dee hums with a light giggle as she pulls her phone out, “Bo and I helped ya with the design of that one, but this one,” She turns the phone around to face him with an amused grin. "This was all you and Stack’s idea.”

The photo shows the small area right behind Smoke’s right ear. Written in a pretty cursive font with a slight curve to its structuring is “Mrs. Moore".

“When I told the guy you was gettin’ hitched, he threw this one in for free.” Dee smiles proudly as she adds with a shrug, “That, and he thought I was cute.”

Smoke brushes a finger over the area with another look of surprise. “She either gon’ kill me or gimme one helluva weddin’ night.”

“Aight now, loverboy.” Dee scoffs disgustedly before pocketing her phone. “Gone head and shower cause if you late, you ain’t makin’ it to nobody weddin’ night.” She throws him one last strict look before heading off.

Smoke simply shakes his head before returning to the mirror for a moment. He’s completely forgotten about the initial sickness he’d been dealing with, and he can’t help but feel wonderfully overcome with a sense of pride over his “branding”. The start of his day is flipped on its head, and he finally gets ready with a newfound pep in his step.

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Let me know what you guys think! I’ve already played out the night before a bit in my head, so if you guys would be interested in seeing that, I’d be more than excited to write it. I love the twins so much, and I really do enjoy writing about them and a little sister!

If I start writing more, I’ll put a masterlist together and if you wanna be tagged any future posts, let me know!

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: situationship!rafe cameron x afab nerd!reader

cw: angst undertones w/ a hopeful ending, black cat!coded reader x whatever rafe would be, suggestive action in the shower & mentions of off screen nsfw (cum and thigh fucking but the latter is a bit more graphic lol) , class differences, rafe is pathetic and weird, implied drug use, rafe beats a man but you can decide if he killed him, reader has implied mental health issues and low self esteem, ambiguous feelings on rafe’s part (he said ily but he could be lying), dark content themes, rafe calls reader kitty in both a mean way and a pet name way, if the thing with reader’s first crush sounds too real that’s cause it is 🤫, started my period while i was formatting this (i just thought y’all should know)

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“Hey, babe, would you be a good kitty and let me in?” Is what you’re greeted with when you swing open your screen door. Rafe Cameron looks pleased as punch, all things considered, soaking wet due to the pouring rain and no doubt high as a kite.

The slurred speech doesn’t alarm you as much as the river of blood flowing from his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, what the fuck?” You try to sound harsh but the fuck is noticably softer than your other words and Rafe smiles, more blood drips down his chin.

You look over his shoulder to see his bike on its side in the dirt, it’s raining and you just know he’ll be pissed to see the mus clinging to it tomorrow. But for right now, you have an injured situationship to patch up.

He stumbles as you struggle to yank him aside, and he sways but collapses on your couch. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to lose your shit immediately. The audacity of this man to waltz in on you barely alive and expect some twisted kind of comfort, after everything.

“I was studying you know, textbooks are expensive so don’t start getting your blood on them.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I know.”

Rafe grunts but keeps his body away from your books. That’s the least he can do, the bare minimum. You sigh and walk over him, kneeling in front of the couch. His eyes are dazed and unfocused as you brush the hair away from his forehead, but his fingers twitch.

“Why did you come here, Rafe? To me?” You whisper, tired and unamused.

You’re startled by his harsh cough, his fingers twitch in your direction again, “ ‘Was nowhere else, wanted you.”

Isn’t that good enough?

You blink dumbly at that, but you have no answer for his crazed ramblings so you slap your knees and make your way to the bathroom. You procure a wet washcloth and some measly bandages, he would just have to deal with it. Rafe’s eyes drag towards you when you kneel back in front of him and bring the cloth to his mouth.

You avoid his stare as you sop up the copious amounts of blood, praying that this wouldn’t need a visit to the hospital. In some ways, you’ve seen too much blood since Rafe Cameron decided to make a mockery of your existence. The gaggle of rich girls he used to have on each arm disappeared but he excused it by detailing his plans to lead you on in front of his friends, checking to see if you were in ear shot.

There’s nothing you did, in your mind. You stuck to yourself and somehow invited the attention of some psycho. That’s the hardest part of the situation, you can’t pinpoint a true beginning. You can only remember being in this murky middle, devoid of an ending. Rafe does have a pretty face though, unfortunately, the water from cloth making his skin glisten. You’ll throw the rag out after this, there’s no point trying to get the stain of blood out of anything.

Eventually, you’re done with the first part and have an excuse to turn away from him. You get back on your feet to reach for the bandages but a groan coming from behind stops you. You turn around and freeze when Rafe buries his nose into your lower stomach, barely brushing the top of your mound over your pajama shorts. He hisses through his teeth in pain as he pushes your shirt up with his bloodied knuckles.

“Rafe Cameron, what the hell are you-“

“ ‘Smells good as fuck, love you.”

You refuse to admit that you love him too, you can’t give him that. Okay, now shit’s really getting out of hand. He dips his head to get closer to your pussy but the second you see the tip of his tongue touch your shorts, you direct his face back to your stomach. You’ve never gone further than ‘will they-won’t they’ type touches with Rafe, but you just can’t give in no matter how much you lie awake at night thinking about it.

“All this is because of you, you know that? You fucked me up and made pummel the crap outta that guy.” The vibrations his clumsy words send through you gives you a serious case of the shivers, so you distract yourself by running your fingers through his matted hair. Because of course there’s blood on his head too. You’d usually chalk what he’s saying up to drugs and insanity, but with Rafe you just never know.

“What?”

“He said maybe I should lay off you so he could have a piece instead, and I just…. lost it. Why should some chump get a part of what’s all mine?” He says with a startling amount of clarity, voice flat and low.

You don’t designate him with a response, and truth be told he doesn’t want you too. You stretch for what in actuality is a $3 dollar package of hello kitty bandaids and rip the white coverings off a few of them. He makes god awful sounds as you apply them to his mouth, head, and hands. The mess in his hair probably isn't his but your conscience won't let you leave it alone. Something foreign to your head and your heart won’t let you leave him alone.

You decide to put the knife in your back all on your own and look up into his eyes. They’re too half lidded to get a clear reading on them but you’re afraid to rely on the emotions underneath the surface. You used to be scared that he couldn’t feel anything. Now, the idea of Rafe Cameron believing he’s in love is far more terrifying.

He’s a bit ridiculous with My Melody, Kuromi, and Keroppi all over himself, you can’t help the small smile that comes over you. You quickly flatten it before he can get too pleased with himself but the fingers curled against your tummy spasm as they spread out to caress your skin. Rafe has an unreadable look on his face as he smears blood over your womb, but you think if you step away he’ll lunge at you.

“I can help you wash the blood off in the shower.” Saying that is in no way a promise of commitment or change, but it might be the closest you ever get.

You’re used to scraps, scraps are fine.

And well, for much you pride yourself on being perfectly fine being alone, it’s achingly human to crave being loved more than anything else. You wander aimlessly because you won’t go where you’re not wanted, and for the longest you’ve been wanted nowhere. But here you are, obsessed over by someone who everyone wants.

Maybe you’re sick of trying to make all the right decisions if this is where it gets you, cold and alone. Is it so bad to not care anymore? It couldn’t be worse than when your first crush told you he loved you and then had a baby with your bully, you reason. Or when he dated one of your friends and she would “joke” about marrying you when you were alone.

The short trip to the shower is awkwardly silent, you have to lead Rafe and make sure he doesn’t trip. You stare more than any Twilight character as you help each other strip. You try to avoid the bruises on Rafe’s torso, but he chuckles about how “You should see the other guy, kitty.”

So you don’t back away when he slows the trajectory of your calloused hands and drags them up his body. Your nails are bitten unevenly, some leave scratches on his abs and some don’t. It’s exhilarating to see Rafe Caneron’s thread come undone, to watch as he tilts his head back and sighs. You rest your hands on his pecs and kiss the hollow of his throat before you can stop yourself.

You won’t mention the squeak he tries to stifle with the back of his balled up fist.

You step away from him to be vulnerable in return, his satisfaction is much more evident this time around. He rips your camisole in two and unhooks your bra too well, clearly having had practice. He cups your breasts in his hands with tenderness that you’d think is out of character for him. Rafe doesn’t even honk them in the dude bro way that you’d always assumed he would. No, he… massages the flesh in his palms between slow squeezes.

“Don’t see why you’re so insecure about these, I like them just fine.” He huffs, bending down to motorboat you before pulling you in the shower through his grunts of pain and exertion.

You notice that he doesn’t steal a glance at your pussy, almost like he’s scared of seeing it bare and puffy… and wet.

You like to feel like a boiling lobster in the shower, so you turn the dial the same direction as always. You’re worried that Rafe will hate the sting but when the water hits, he moans with an open mouth, eyes shut tight. Before your next breath, you’re pushed against the wall and now the blood’s in your mouth as you're taken into a french kiss right out the gate.

You go with it against your better judgment, until Rafe pulls away to pant against your collarbone. His next kiss is softer, shy like it’s an unknown thing to the two of you. His lips glide and mesh with yours as the water trails down in between your slick bodies. You feel like you’re going to pass out but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You open your eyes to see the water at the base of the shower run red, and you lose yourself in the swirling motion until the pop of your honey scented shampoo bottle lid snaps you out of it.

“Turn around kitty, ‘said I'd help you scrub down.”

He’d be embarrassed if you said it, but it’s obvious he’s never done this before. He’s like a bull in a china shop gathering you up in a loose bundle and sloppily spreading the soap throughout it. You stay silent, preferring to bask in the absurdity of it all.

Washing Rafe’s hair takes less time, but like he did when you were cleaning him up earlier, he chooses to stare at you the entire time. You scratch his head to really work the shampoo in there and get the dried blood out, he latches onto your wrists and lets his eyes drift shut. He makes it inconvenient to help him when he kisses your jawline, but you allow it.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good with your hands.” Rafe whispers with a wry grin, pecking your mouth and dropping to his knees. Your pomegranate body wash in his uninjured hand. The amount he squirts onto the dollar store loofah on his other hand is a touch too generous.

You have to replace the hello kitty bandaids when the originals fall off after Rafe steps out of the shower minutes later, he insists on it. You make him lean against the bathroom counter and watch as you take a second shower to clean out the cum, he wears a petulant frown the whole time.

You’re bent over that same counter when you’re back in his orbit, teary eyes wide as he fucks your plush thighs.

The rain turns into a thunderstorm outside.

[alien-grave]

“WhY DiD EaRlY FaNdOm LiKe BiLlDiP So MuCh WhEn BilLfOrD AnD DiPciFiCa WaS RiGhT ThErE”

If you were an actual og fan you’d know Ford didn’t exist until literally the last half of the second season. Things between the protagonist (Dipper) and the antagonist (Bill) were being built up and most people like the idea of enemies to lovers type dynamics that are angsty. A lot of ppl also resonated with Dipper as a character in general and then you have sexy bill art going around for a character ppl already liked and gravitated towards due to his charisma alone (charisma goes a long way as you can see ppl still thirsting for a triangle). Everyone likes a charismatic villain.

And regarding dipcifica, it’s simple. Most ppl, especially queer ppl, aren’t interested in shipping a Hetero ship that in my opinion was already kind of being hinted at in canon. That’s boring. I feel like either y’all weren’t there, or you just forgot the sheer level of general agreement the fandom had that Dipper was queer coded (trans and gay). Lots of young trans ppl (like myself) saw ourselves in Dipper.

Basically, no one owes you an explanation on what they ship or why. Canon doesn’t make a ship valid or not valid to ship. Ppl are allowed to play around with future aus, and if you still feel the burning need to go off on one of the biggest ships of the fandom you decided to invade or return to (Billdip) then please go touch grass and do something productive. No one cares what you ship and you shouldn’t care either. You’re not entitled to these characters. Instead of complaining and behaving like a 2 year old, go support the artists and writers that create content for the ship you do actually like.

[flightlessangelwings]

While we’re in Latino Heritage Month, let’s stop assuming your reader doesn’t know/speak Spanish in your reader insert fics. Especially if you’re writing for Pedro’s, Oscar’s or other Latino characters please.

EDIT: After some criticism of how this was originally phrased, let me change it into a question/request instead- Can we as writers please try to be more inclusive with our reader insert fics so poc and others can feel represented and see themselves too? Including taking out a quick throwaway line about reader not understanding Spanish. (Keeping the original phrasing above so anyone who missed the post to begin with can still see how I originally phrased it)

If you have a throwaway line of “he said in Spanish that you didn’t understand” or something similar, just take it out. Have something like “you didn’t hear” instead and let the reader interpret how they want. Or use italics to indicate Spanish. Or have the translation right there without mention of anyone translating for them. Simple. Or if you don’t want to/feel you cannot change it, then please have something in with your warnings so Latinos/poc can skip it if they choose.

And let me tell you why this is so frustrating (even for me as someone who is not a fluent speaker). It’s because Latinos look to these characters and actors for representation. We see ourselves in them. And when you clearly do not have a Latino person in mind when writing, you’re saying we don’t belong here. In a space where we should feel welcomed and celebrated. Representation matters. Inclusivity matters. Please try to be more inclusive with reader fics so we can all enjoy and immerse ourselves in your writing.

ALSO EDITING TO ADD MORE FROM A REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY CLARIFICATION: (under a cut for length)

This is nothing new, poc have been asking for years now to be inclusive in fics and yet it’s still a battle. We’re not asking for a lot, and certainly not asking anyone to change their style or creativity or anything like that. Literally simple edits: take out the word “blush” don’t mention hair, don’t mention not understanding Spanish, not making reader blood related to a white character, etc. Literally tiny things that would not change the story at all but make a world of difference.

Here’s an example too: a few years ago it was not common for writers to label the gender of their reader as it was usually assumed the reader would be a woman. But, people advocated to label readers as f/m/gn/whatever to be more inclusive and asked writers to strive for gender neutral readers when possible so that more readers felt seen and welcome. Now it’s a common thing to do. Why is making the readers race ambiguous any different?

Yes sometimes posts like this come across harsh, but know that they’re not meant to be. Poc aren’t trying to demand anything, we just ask to broaden your langauge when writing reader insert so more can see themselves in your work. It’s incredibly frustrating to ask for inclusivity and be met with hostility and rudeness in return and a refusal to think about poc so yes sometimes the wording gets harsh out of that frustration. But I encourage y’all to focus on the message more and maybe think about why poc in fandom get snippy like this. We do need to have an open conversation, yes. Just look in the comments at the Latinos and poc who are upset by the exclusion and feel hurt by it. How you you white fans feel if roles were reversed and none of the fics included you? Not fun, right?

And to those who say write it yourself: I do. I’ve been a x reader writer for years now and I do strive for inclusivity in my work. But I’m only one person and this is bigger than any one person. This isn’t about what I personally find acceptable or what I personally what. It should be a collective effort among writers as a whole to strive to include as many as possible in their works and not white code your readers. It’s not about demanding writers write it a certain way, it’s about asking writers to consider others who don’t look like them who also want the immersion and the escape that your fic brings.

[justaweirdo1-blog]

Can you pass it?

Platonic? Tim drake x reader

Summary: an encounter with robin leads to you offering a hit from your joint?

Warnings:stoner reader and stoner time drake, use of drugs, slight assault, curse words

This is my first ever fanfic and I’m not an expert on Tim drake I just know he is stoner coded fs, as am I and honestly the strain names are real and I have tried them. And I basically wrote this as if it were me smoking with Tim. Wrote this high too and did not proof read either so Hope you enjoy!

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Being robin was a tough enough job but to also have to juggle school and Wayne enterprises was more than what Tim asked for in life. But when you have a brain that functions the way Tim’s does you just kind of get used to the non stop thoughts and constant need to solve cases. Not to say he doesn’t desire a break every once in a while it’s just that he can never feel relaxed enough to take a breather.

That was until about 2 hours ago before his world changed.

He was out on patrol doing his usual rounds in his assigned quadrant when he spotted you, you were heading into a dark alley looking uneasy and suspicious and it was pretty obvious he needed to follow you to make sure you weren’t in any danger. When he got close enough he was able to recognize you, having been assigned partners for a science class. He didn’t know you that well since he had just transferred to Gotham high 2 months ago. He was already growing tired of it since he barely even attended school, truthfully he was ready to drop out .(Ik it’s canon in some comics that Tim drake drops out but correct me if I am wrong pls!)

But back to them, why would his lab partner be walking down an alley in a dangerous part of Gotham? He’s running over roofs to get to the one that leads to that alley and when he spots you he leans over the ledge to listen in on your conversation.

Honestly what were you thinking it’s almost 1am and you’re alone walking the streets of Gotham defenseless. You knew you should have invested in that taser your friend told you to get but at least you had some pepper spray left maybe about 2 sprays left. Pretty disappointing that you’re almost done with it considering all the bad encounters you’ve had before with goons or robbers who would do anything for money.

You always hated this part of being a stoner yes it’s fun to get high and all but the anxiety you get from having to buy from shady guys was definitely not worth it but you usual source wasn’t in town right now and you just had the worst shift of your life. So safe to say you really needed this right now.

As you walk deeper into the darkness just a faint light flickering in the corner of a building, you approach the man who you assume is the one selling? Honestly your not to sure but you had your heart set on this new strain it was something about bee jizz? And a Bugatti flavor. You could never get behind the crazy and yet unique names they came up with but it is exciting to pick flavors and see which one taste best.

Your heart is basically beating out of your chest and you could probably pass out from the anxiety you’re feeling right now. But you suck it up because you have been looking forward to this all day and you already placed an order at your favorite taco spot and made sure your iPad was fully charged so you were set for the night.

Deep breaths…. And you break the silence.

“Are you Jake?” The guy just nodded his head while looking you up and down. Oh no you thought to yourself please don’t try anything. He pushes him off the wall he was leaning on and asks what you wanted to buy while trying to close the space between y’all. “Please back up I’m just here to buy bud sir.” You made sure to sound serious and brave even though you were shaking inside.

Tim listening to you from above was ready to step in but stopped when he heard you were buying weed. It’s not uncommon for teenagers to try drugs even most of his hero friends had tried it at least once. He always turned it down because Bruce has a strict no drugs policy, plus he just never really wanted to try it since he had his coffee and tea as his source of getting through the day

“Yeah I’ll give you what you ordered but uh how about you give me your number first beautiful.” The dealer said as he took another step forward and tried to grab your waist. You stumbled back on some trash on the floor and almost fell before regaining your balance. “You can’t just grab someone like that it’s gross honestly!” You stated while giving him a look of disgust, he didn’t take that very well..

“Listen here bitch I sell to plenty of addicts and i know most are willing to do anything for what they want so stop being a brat and give in”

Geez could this guy be any more of an asshole? But having had the shittiest day already you were fed up with this jerk so you took matters into your own hands.

“Listen dickhead just give me the weed and I’ll give you the money and leave me the fuck alone.” You handed over the money just wanting to be done with this. But once again maybe this guy is just an idiot and genuinely has like only 2 brain cells and he tries to take a swing on you. “What did you say bitch?!”

Tim drops down into the alley ready to help you when you move sideways and hold out your foot and let him stumble to the floor as he loses his balance. Which surprised Tim, he didn’t expect you to act quick. You proceed to hold him down and rummage through his backpack to take what you came to get feeling so over this interaction. And you become even more upset when he didn’t even bring what you wanted.

“You didn’t even bring the right bud dumbass ugh. And I’m taking extra for the inconvenience.” You chuckle as you put the weed away in your bag. Feeling successful for the night .

“Woah you handled that pretty well.” You spin around so fast to see who just said that, when you lock eyes with robin. “It’s not my drugs I swear!” You say quickly knowing damn well you’re lying. “Oh really because that’s not what I heard” robin said getting closer and tying the dealers hands up before he could run away. “Well I uh- it’s helps me sleep okay” you say while trying to walk away. “Please don’t snitch on me like don’t tell Batman? I’ll even let you take a hit.” The sentence just leaves your mouth without a second thought and once you realize what you have said you immediately take it back.

“Omg did I just offer drugs to robin?” You say out loud and Tim just chuckles to himself. You just stare at him did you just make robin laugh?

“Ive never tried it “ he states looking a bit hesitant.

“Oh really like not even once?” You ask in a sort of curious tone. Tim paused he never felt the need to get high and has been offered hits from his friends many times before, so why did it sound so tempting when she asked if he wanted some?

He was thinking so hard he forgot he was having a whole conversation with his lab partner. “So is that a yes? You seem like you deciding on whether to say yes or no which I take as a yes!” He stares at you and sees how you’re a little excited he can’t help but smile at you.

He remains silent unsure of how to answer he doesn’t want to say yes for the image of robin but Tim drake doesn’t want to say no. “I won’t tell anybody if it matters I can keep this as our secret okii!” He keeps eye contact with you and knows you aren’t lying and it eases him maybe he should agree.

As you felt like he was about to turn down your offer he blurts out “I’ll agree but you really can’t tell anyone alright I’m trusting you with that.” He spoke in such a calm yet serious voice. “I promise robin” you said in a reassuring tone.

As you are heading out the alley ready to roll up as you make your way to the taco place you feel robin grab your waist and next thing you know your standing on the a random rooftop. “What are you doing?” Tim asked a bit confused.

“I’m headed to pick up some tacos I ordered I was gonna roll as we walked” you said so casually.

“Yeah there might be a problem with that “ he said gesturing to his robin suit.

“Ohhhh right right I forgot” you stood for a sec to think.

“Okay I can walk to the taco place to pick up my order while you get there with your grapple thing, and then we will meet on the roof right across the taco spot and we smoke before eating. Alright?”

He nodded his head in agreement “ okay but I could get us both there with my grapple if you want so you don’t have to walk and it’ll be faster?” He asked.

You nodded eagerly you got excited again the sooner you get there the sooner you can eat your food. And it was way faster you were there in 5 min, it freaked you out at first but then you got used to the swinging.

“Okay I’m gonna go grab my order I’ll be back and then we can light up”

He nodded his head as he watched you walk towards the taco place. When you return he can smell the tacos and his stomach growls loud then silence fills the air . You start laughing a little and you just see robin get a little embarrassed at the sudden noise that came from his stomach.

“Good to hear you are hungry because I got you some food too. You are probably gonna get the munchies after we finish .” You pull out the weed you just got and your grinder, you place the little nuggets in the container then placing the cover you begin to twist the circular object . Tim watching so intently at you methods and each step you take to make this. Then you pull out your rolling paper and start forming a cone carefully packing the grinded flower into the paper as you lick along the paper to seal the joint twisting the end.

You hold the joint between your lips softly while you pull out you lighter and use your other hand to cover the gustily wind. once you got it lit you take a deep inhale and hold it for a few seconds before releasing a cloud of smoke as you exhale.

“Here” you hold over the lit up substance to robin. He’s not sure exactly how to hold it and it’s obvious he’s never even held a cigarette. “Do you know how to do it?”

“No I don’t, I don’t know the first thing about any of this stuff.”

“That’s fine I’ll teach you, so put it between your lips and you are going to take a small inhale since it’s your first time I don’t want you coughing. Then when it’s in your mouth make sure to inhale it into your lungs so that it can take affect, then exhale slowly and you will see the smoke come out.” You watch as he does exactly as you said and notice how he reacts to seeing the smoke leave his mouth.

He coughs regardless but it wasn’t too bad. “Why can’t I stop coughing? Did I do it right?” You can’t help but giggle as you say “ I coughed my first time too but you get used to it and soon you won’t cough.”

“how do I know if I’m high? Will I feel it?” You nod at him and explain the euphoric feeling it gives you and the way you feel the world go silent.

“You will start to feel a bit of a rush in your head and then notice that time seems to be going slow but then you will be overcome with a wave of calmness. At least that’s how it feels for me, so relax and you will soon feel it kick in.” You smile at robin hoping he will help him ease his stiff posture.

And soon enough after a couple more passes between the vigilante and you, you see him slowly start to sway himself while letting out a giggle here and there. “I think I can feel it now” he turns towards you and he can’t stop his giggles which turn into pure laughter. “I don’t even know what I’m laughing for but this just feels funny I like it” he says.

“That’s good and I hope you’re hungry now because we have some of Gotham’s best tacos right here.” You begin to open the food and glance at robin practically drooling over the food. “Here’s your food! hope you like it!” And he absolutely fucks those tacos up and you have to say there were amazing as always. Y’all somehow end up watching a Disney nature documentary about bears which you were both so invested in.

Once you felt your high coming down you knew his would be coming to an end too, so you start packing up your stuff and look at the time on your phone and notice it’s 4am.

“Oh shit I need to get home like right now!” You had school in the morning and a very important lab test that you couldn’t afford to fail if you wanted to pass this class. “Are you coming down from the high because I was hoping you could take me home please!” You pleaded him.

“I can feel it going away did something happen? What time is it?” He checks the time and sees the time and also begins tot freak out because his patrol was now over and he forgot he turned off his comms so he hopes Batman didn’t check in on him which he knows is impossible knowing Bruce.

“Oh wow it is late I need to report back to Batman, but yes I will take you home first!” And after you tell him where you live and why you need to go home he couldn’t help but wonder why he never spoke to you sooner. You were funny and nice to be high with, he wondered if he should ask if y’all could hang out again.

You both land in front of your home it’s a lower class house a little outside the city. “I know you have to go but I wanted to say, I enjoyed your company tonight and if you ever want to get high again or not up to you we can meet up and I hope we can be even friends maybe?” You hoped he would say yes

“I had a good time tonight too it was my first time getting high and the tacos were so good it was like my tastebuds were enhanced and I could taste every ingredient. Oh and that documentary was amazing I can’t remember the last time I was relaxed enough to watch a whole movie in once sitting and I was so focused but the colors I liked the feeling.” He could keep going but he really needed to leave.

“So I take that as a yes to another sesh? “ he nods as you pull out your phone to exchange contacts, you tell him to text you whenever he wants to smoke and you’ll be there.

“Well bye robin see ya later?” “Bye”You wave to him before walking inside and as soon as you close your door robin is off to the bat cave and if hoping Bruce already turned in for the night. He knows this is impossible but he’s manifesting right now. Once he gets to the cave he sees Bruce in front of the bat computer like where else would he be.

So he tries to sneak behind and head up the stairs and as soon as he thought he was in the clear Bruce clears his throat and Tim freezes.

“Where did you go tonight? You didn’t answer your comms and you’re late. So what were you doing?” Getting questioned from Bruce whether or not he did something wrong always made him feel like the end of the world.

“Oh I was helping out someone and just got caught up I turned off my comms because I didn’t want to get distracted you know.” Bullshit he knows it Bruce knows it, there’s no way Bruce was buying this excuse and he had cameras all over Gotham he had to have caught him doing drugs. Tim starts to feel a bit weak in his knees how could he be so reckless what would be punishment no more robin? He was thinking of the ending possibilities of the worst outcomes.

“Ok just let me know when you’re turning off your comms so i know you’re fine.” No fucking way. No way Bruce believes him “oh okay I’m off to bed I’m tired i will write my report tomorrow. Goodnight” Tim slowly turned away hesitant as he headed up the stairs before Bruce spoke once more. “Oh and I would love to meet her when you are ready Tim.” B gave Tim a smile.

Then it clicked all. He stayed composed and shook his head as he continued to walk upstairs. He can��t believe it Bruce did see him with you but obviously didn’t watch long enough to see him get high. This is great for him although now Bruce thinks he has a girlfriend but he was fine with that as long as he got to smoke again and have an excuse to cover up this time.

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Part 2?

**Pls lmk if you like it my intention was platonic Tim x reader but if anyone wants them together I can totally make that happen. Pls know this is my first post and I love feedback but be nice pls!! **

[mercury2venus]

CHAPTER 5

HONOR CODE

Warnings: SMUT. They getting nasty again y’all. MDNI.

The weekend rolled in and all I could think about was Monica’s question. How exactly did he get my address and who the hell gave it to him without asking ? I valued

my privacy and hiding things from me has never sat right with my spirit especially when that shit is coming from a man.

Yet my questions were derailed when Kyle called and asked me if I would like to come with him to Paris. Caught off guard, I said yes. Now here I am doing the complete opposite of what I said I was going to do.

Joining the fucking mile high club.

Kyle had me face down ass up as he pounded me from the back mercilessly.

I felt his hand find a home in my hair to pull me up to his chest

“ Look out the window darling.” He moaned into my ear

I glanced towards the sky, suddenly my view was cotton candy clouds and the orange hue from the sun began to bathe our bodies in its essence. I looked up at Kyle, his skin now the color of marmalade and his eyes were as if God himself took the earth and placed it within his orbs.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered.

Kyle kissed me deeply. He brought his mouth to my ear,

“I’m going to count down from 5 and when I reach the number 1 you’re going to cum. Understood?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes focusing on the sweet torture he was delivering

“ Aht aht, I didn’t say close your eyes, give me direct eye contact Mecca.”

I opened them quickly to see his already staring into mine.

“ Five”

I watched the waves crash within his irises, storm clouds gathered then

“ four “

Mountains roared and for a second

“ three”

I heard trumpets blaze. I felt the bottom of my stomach tighten and ti—

“ two”

The clouds began to collide with the ocean no longer separated by the earthly plane and

“ one.”

I let out the sluttiest moan of my life, it felt as if it came from my damn soul.

I couldn’t stop cumming and Kyle? He fucked me till tears wet my cheeks and he filled up the condom up to the brim. By the end I was deluded. Kyle kissed my forehead and praised me. Before I could respond I was out like a light.

Kyle woke me up as we landed, I took in my surroundings remembering I was in fact on a plane and now, in Paris. We took a town car to the Ritz Paris hotel. I tried my best to not look around in wonder, but that proved to be the hardest part. I felt like royalty. And Kyle definitely treated me like I was. In our room the bed consisted of Italian silk sheets and the duvet? Egyptian satin filled with duck feathers.

I need to get rich by tomorrow because god damn.

“ Do you like it ?” Kyle asked me.

“ Do I like it ? Honey, if I could afford to live here I would.”

“That can be arranged.” He said curtly

“Woah slow down a bit Ky.” I laughed. “We’re still going through the motions baby”

Kyle let out a breathless laugh, he could get so shy sometimes. “ Yeah, I know I apologize. “ he mumbled, rubbing the back his neck.

“ And since we are going through said motions please explain to me how you know my address ?” I finally asked.

Kyle looked confused, “Your secretary ? “ he responded.

I narrowed my eyes, “ Candy knows better than to do that.”

“I’m sure she does but I believe this particular woman’s name is Vivian” he said as he raised his brow.

I titled my head and began to think. Vivian..Vivian. Then it hit me.

Vivian was my temp for about 12 weeks while Candy was on maternity leave. She was a fucking nightmare. The girl was as ditzy as can be and Monica almost beat her ass for trying to push up on her man ! I damn near cried when Candy came back. Hell, I even gave her a raise. Honestly this makes sense from her but him? I need more.

“ Vivian was my secretary almost a year ago, what did you even use it for? “ I asked

“ The coat I sent you Mecca. You know we had this conversation the night we met.. I designed it with you in mind…why the sudden distrust? He said softly. He looked a bit hurt.

He was right. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it earlier. Here I am doing the most and the finest man breathing has me in Paris, and is at my beck and call. What the hell am I doing ?

“ I’m sorry Ky… I – I just don’t want to move too fast. My heart is delicate and you have it all, but me? 1 wrong move and I can lose everything. I can’t afford for that to happen. “ I explained.

Kyle motioned for me to come closer, he pulled me onto his lap and caressed my cheek. I sunk into the feeling of his warmth. He smelled like heaven and felt like home.

“ It's fine. But I should be the one apologizing, I know how you are and once I got to know you I should’ve told you. I don’t want you to feel as if I’m keeping secrets or I can harm you. I want you to always feel protected with me Mecca Ali. I'm truly sorry. Can you forgive me?” He searched my eyes.

“ Of course, “ I smiled.

Kyle let out a breath of relief. “ I think we should get some rest. “ he suggested.

“ After we break this bed in, “ I said softly. Kyle smirked and pulled us both down.

“ As you wish.”

I looked out the window noticing we had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. Kyle followed my eyes and chuckled. “ Want to try the balcony again like our first night ? “ he asked.

“And let all of Paris know who this pussy belongs to? “ I giggled

“That’s exactly what I have in mind. Now strip.”

tag list ❤️ : @kaylalb @rawflwrs @blyffe @rose-bliss

[northlight14]

Since it’s the first day of Pride, thought I’d share something that I’m very passionate and opinionated about, that being

What Makes for “Good” Aromantic and/or Asexual Representation

Essentially I’m just sharing my own personal standards for when it comes to aro and/or ace rep. And you’ll notice a lot of this is the bare minimum. You’ll also notice how very few pieces of media actually do any of these. This isn’t to attack any particular creators (though some will be mentioned as being bad at this sort of rep not as an attack but as an example). Think of this as more for any aspiring writers or creators who want to include aro or ace rep in their work. Because idk about y’all but I’m kinda tired of just settling for the sort of rep we do get

And of course I don’t speak for all aro/ace people and some may disagree with me and that’s ok! These are just my personal opinions based on experience

1. Say it, don’t code it

A lot of asexual and especially aromantic “representation” is just coded but never explicitly stated. Characters will show disinterest in dating or even repulsion in some cases (see Saiki from Saiki K or Senkuu from Dr Stone). And while that’s all well and good, I barely even count that as representation

Showing a character is aromantic and/or asexual is fundamentally different from showing a character is gay or bisexual. And that’s because it’s a LACK of attraction, not the presence of it. You can have a character show interest in the same sex and nothing more really needs to be said because that’s you telling your audience what that characters preferences are. But you can’t have a character just reject another character and expect that to have the same effect because it’s not as if allosexuals/alloromantics are attracted to every person they meet

Now in the cases of Saiki or Senkuu where they say repeatedly that they’re not interested in sex or romance without actually using the words, I’ll concede that that’s slightly better than Viktor from Arcane just rejecting Skye and then the creator trying to claim he’s asexual after the fact. However, I still don’t think this is necessarily good representation even if it is better. That being because there is a long history of characters who start off saying they’re “not interested in dating” and then changing their mind. Or fans interpreting them as being gay instead or their close friendships actually being romantic. The easiest way to avoid this is just to use the words “aromantic” and/or “asexual”

This doesn’t mean you have to write a whole coming out scene either. It can be as simple as a casual mention or a pride flag hung up somewhere. But it should be said

2. State it in the piece of media

One of my biggest pet peeves about aro/ace rep is that it will be confirmed but only outside of the media itself and rarely in canon. Frankly I think more characters are confirmed outside than they are inside. Let’s go over two of main ways this just doesn’t work

It’s easy to miss. I didn’t find out about Viktor apparently being asexual several months after confirmation. And I’m pretty sure a lot of fans still don’t know

It creates discourse. A lot of fans simply won’t accept it because it was confirmed post canon or outside of canon. Or there will be accusations of it being fake or people trying to make excuses as to why they should be allowed to ignore it and so on

The only exception to this rule I have is that if your setting is maybe a fantasy world or historical setting where those words don’t exist then yes, it makes sense for it to not be stated in canon and instead confirmed elsewhere. But please for the love of god don’t just confirm it after the fact or else it just looks like a JK Rowling “Dumbledore is actually gay!” thing

3. Learn what it means to be asexual or aromantic

This might be one of the biggest “the bar is on the floor” things said in this post and it’s honestly depressing how many creators I’ve seen that have made me feel the need to say this. If you’re going to have a character be asexual or aromantic, you should know what those words mean. Like I’m literally asking for the bare minimum of research here

Do you know that asexual and aromantic are different things?

Do you know what either of those words even mean?

If your answer is no, for the love of God Google that shit before writing it. I’m so tired of creators saying shit like “this character doesn’t want to date because they’re asexual”

4. Let our representation be diverse

Some aces/aro’s are POC. Some are disabled. Some are trans. Some are asexual but not aromantic. Some are aromantic but not asexual. Some are not fully aro/ace but on the spectrum somewhere like demisexual, greyasexual, librasexual, aceflux, and so on. Some are sex/romance repulsed and some are sex/romance favourable or indifferent

We’re as diverse as any other community with a wide range of experiences. And yet a lot of the rep we get is very white, usually just sex repulsed asexual or aro/ace, and able bodied. Now as a white aro/ace able bodied person myself I can’t exactly speak a lot on this but I do encourage any writers to seek out and learn about the experiences of others in my community that don’t look like me

While on this subject, remember it’s not unrealistic to have multiple aspec characters in your media. I’m only 20 years old and so far in my life I’ve met a total of 10 others who also identify as somewhere on the ace or aro spectrum. I promise we’re more common than you think and having multiple characters be somewhere on the spectrum would absolutely help in not just depicting the community as a monolith. Great example of this is Bojack Horseman who didn’t want to make Todd’s childishness seem like a byproduct of his asexuality and so added Yolanda who is also asexual but the opposite of Todd personality wise

5. Let your aromantic characters not be asexual

You wanna know how many non-ace aromantic characters I can name?

None.

Literally non. Zilch. Zero.

And I can make a pretty good guess as to why that is as well. Because sexual attraction without romantic attraction is so heavily demonised or made to be “promiscuous”. And this is something that needs to change. Aromantic people, for starters, didn’t choose to be aromantic. They aren’t “players” trying to get with as many people as possible, or lead people on, or break peoples hearts or whatever the fuck. They’re straight up just living their lives. Some might have a QPR and some might not. Some might engage in casual sex and some might not. Some might still date and some might not. And non of these things are bad

Aromantic people deserve representation just as much as asexual people, I cannot understate this enough

6. Let your aromantic characters be loveless

I’m not a loveless/aplatonic aromantic so again I can’t speak too much on this. However, I do see a lot of the time people trying to make being aromantic more palatable by saying “they can still feel love!” And “they can still have close bonds with their friends”. And look, that’s true for a lot of us. But it also alienates a lot of peoples experiences. Being an aplatonic aromantic shouldn’t be villainised. They aren’t cold or heartless. They just experience things differently and that’s ok. They deserve positive representation just as much as the rest of the community

7. Try to avoid stereotypes

This one is pretty simple. Don’t make your only ace or aro character the robot or the villain or the super childish side character. Some aces are super outgoing. Some aromantics are really emotional

Another part of this is let your aromantic characters be romantic and let your asexual characters be sexy. As I’ve stated before, these identities are on a spectrum and some ace people might still wear revealing clothing or even have sex. Some aromantics might love romantic media or even still choose to date. Non of this takes away from their identity and if you go this route just make sure you’re doing your research

Like, I’m speaking from experience here. I’m fully aro/ace but I still love shipping and romance in media. I’ve also listened to my friends about their sex lives. Like guys, sex is weird to me regardless of its missionary or hardcore BDSM. Not every ace is gonna be comfortable hearing about that but again, we’re not a monolith

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I do have more I could say on this but I’m gonna end it here. If there’s anything I missed lemme know and also I’m willing to answer questions as long as they’re genuine, polite and respectful. Aphobia will be deleted

And of course, Happy Pride y’all🏳️‍🌈💚💜🤍🩶🖤

[saturns7moon]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS P2 ٩(˘◡˘)۶

hihi everybodyyyyy, astro observations p2, let’s gooo 😋.

personally!!! i’ve seen that a lot of venusian influence within a family can show instances of having health issues linked back to sweet foods. like for example, my taurus mother is a pre-diabetic, and she’s told me that it generally runs throughout our family. i don’t have diabetes but i’ve noticed how me and my siblings have a really bad sweet tooth. eating too many sweets makes my (7H taurus moon and mars, sidereal libra sun and rising) tooth ache, the youngest (taurus rising, sidereal pisces stellium) has been scolded a lot for eating way too much sugar as well. same as i, lol.

now question for my fellow taurus placements. how do u feel about cooking? are you good at it?

i’m crying, right after i wrote this, i was scrolling on tiktok and there’s this video of this woman, meg deangelis, who says that one thing that she can never understand is when people say they can’t cook, and she’s basically saying how it baffles her. i had an inkling, so i searched up her chart and she’s a taurus sun and aries venus 😭. taurus people are commonly stereotyped to liking food a lot, which makes sense since taurus is the more down-to-earth side of venus, and venus is about comforts, and taureans find comfort in food! aries is ruled by mars, aka planet of war and what-not, and i’ve found that aries placements mixed alongside taurus placements love to cook in the kitchen because the kitchen is known to hold sharp cutlery in there, which commonly used whilst cooking.

i was listening to criminal by britney spears earlier today, and i swear that song is so so 7H mars coded. like falling for someone that isn’t the best of the best or people being against who you love like. i still can’t word it properly, but if you’re a libra rising/taurus rising/7H mars (scorpio/aries/venusian mars can count as well depending on aspects!!) please listen to the song (specifically whilst watching the music video🧍🏾‍♀️) or read the lyrics and tell me you understand what i’m talking bout 😭. like i know y’all would get it 😭‼️

^ also “why try” by ariana grande feels the exact same to me toooo omg.

having an afflicted 3H, 7H and 11H is literally my villain origin story. like it’s either i have no friends, i get bullied/outcasted or i go through the WORST friendship breakups ever like oooooh whoever has it out for me did a good job bro 🤧🤥.

(i have a 3H capricorn chiron, 7H moon and mars, virgo rules my 11H, and my mercury (sagittarius) is afflicted, i was never gonna win bro 😭)

a mutual of mine on twitter said something that i completely agree with, and it’s basically saying how having any ill feelings towards someone like, for example what she talking about, beauty can really damage ur venus personally. like, people who are severely racist for example, do y’all see how they age or look so ugly because they were berating how other people look specifically. or people who hate on women are just naturally nasty to be around. they don’t have to be physically ugly (they usually are tho) but you can tell by how they treat women what rewards and punishments they receive in life.

does that make sense? let me know guys 😭.

i absolutely love when i have my venus return/when venus is in capricorn because i feel so so pretty which makes so much sense considering in sidereal astrology i’m a libra rising ruled by my sagittarius venus, like i love all things venus, and when venus is in capricorn/sidereal sagittarius, i feel so good. which makes a lot of sense on why i don’t really care for or feel irritated when mars returns to taurus (or sidereal aries) because aside from the fact that i never really related to being martian ruled, my natal mars is literally retrograde, so yeah mars returns are not my favourites at ALL 😭.

(actually i take it back it’s not that i feel irritated? i just don’t think anything significant happens to me during my mars returns. i probably need to go check personally in my own time, but yeah. i just backtracked since in both my tropical and sidereal chart, i’m martian and venusian either way 😭.)

what’s ur favourite planetary return?

“bedtime story” by frank ocean (unreleased!!) is the most scorpio venus ass song i’ve ever heard in my life…i love it so so much sigh. the poetic, angsty, yearning that a scorpio conjures up because who could honestly be better at being so deeply consumed by emotions than scorpio? (many many other signs but it’s not about them rn!!)

yknow a while back i did a part one for sos the album by sza as the signs, and i haven’t made a part two but would y’all like another part!? or would you like me to do this with other albums? let me know pls 🧍🏾‍♀️.

this is probably common knowledge amongst other astrologers, but i definitely believe that virgos, specifically the risings, are so mean to their selves is because their 12H is ruled by the sun, and whilst the 12H is the shadow side of ourselves that we choose to hide from, as much as they would like to hide, virgos have their shadow side constantly in their face as the sun shines so hard on everything they aren’t ready to touch or aren’t ready to see. whether it’s their selves personally or others around them, there’s an underlying sense of dread that they live with because they know that no matter where they run, their mind will always remind them of what they choose to hide underneath, which results in the fear that people/society (scorpio 3H) will see the absolute worst of who they truly believe they are, and judge them ruthlessly for it (aquarius 6H).

one thing i’ve noticed is whilst saturn in pisces has been transiting my 5H, is the romantic side of my life has been lacking so much 😭. like coming april would make a year since i last had a crush on someone, which is funny to me since i used to crush on ppl so often. however, it makes sense since saturns main themes are about structure, discipline and what you want to create in the long-term, and i’ve noticed that i don’t just want to even have small crushes or what not on others because not everyone meets my standards (structure) and i want my first relationship with someone to mean something and to become something (long-term plans involving relationships) and nobody around me has given me that, so the lack in my love life is mainly just because i’m sticking to my standards and they haven’t been met yet 🤷🏾‍♀️. saturns job is to make you understand what you truly want and what you don’t want or what isn’t benefiting you, and since saturn had gone direct back in november, i’ve definitely been noticing this, especially since we’re in a saturnian season rn (aquarius) and valentine’s day just passed lmao. so just to give an example or help you understand how saturn has been impacting you, let’s say saturn is trainsiting your 9H and you’re in education, maybe you’re realising the course that you’re on isn’t for you, or your long-term plans just don’t mesh well with what your studying for yknow or you could realise how you’ve started building more around your education in regards to what you want in place for you in the future.i’m also using that example since saturn is currently trining my 9H and i’ve realised university is definitely not what i want to go through with after i graduate college tbh.

thinking about how majority of my planets are in my 1H-7H axis (1H sun and jupiter, 7H moon and mars) and how i genuinely can have the choice to create multiple identities 😭. to explain, when i was born, my mum gave me three names. mae, lola and the last one i don’t wanna disclose lmao, but i saw a tweet a while back talking about how your name(s) can definitely link back to your birth chart, and remembering this again makes me love astrology a whole lot more tbh.

(actually i lied i have 4 different names, but that name is very very close/similar to my younger sisters name as well and i can never tell the bloody difference 😭, but y’all get my yapping.)

feeling tired or like u can’t be bothered to do shit???? the moon is most likely void of course or your mars/moon is negatively aspecting (square, opposite, conjunct) transit mars/moon. when the moon is void of course, it’s basically just a period of time (usually less than a day i believe) when the moon is literally like not aspecting anything in the sky, so she’s wandering around until she transitions into another sign. usually astrologers say that during this time, it’s difficult for ppl to make plans or have any motivation to do anything as ppl are less likely to make solid decisions about anything in general, to summarise, it makes ppl lazy 🤥!!

having 1H synastry with anyone depending on the planet is so interesting to watch from an outside perspective, because you can either see two people adore one another’s energy or be completely revolted by one another. like for example my best friend has my younger sisters aquarius stellium in her 1H and it’s hilarious to me how much those two dislike each other, and then not too long ago my best friend told me how my sister reminded her a lot of herself at my siblings current age and it just clicked for me lmao.

i’ve noticed that people with a mix of aries, gemini with a small dash of water in their chart have such a hard time processing their emotions or are just very abrasive when it comes to their emotions, putting practicality over emotions most of the time, leaving people to perceive them as quite emotionally stunted or selfish to be honest. i’ve noticed that it’s commonly believed that these types of people don’t really care for others as much as people care for them, leaving a lot of miscommunication within these relationships, especially if the other person is water heavy compared to them.

hi yes this is long overdue, i’m very very sorry, i just lost motivation to continue with my stuff and life unfortunately has been a mess to keep up with! i’m not gonna promise anything new cus knowing me i’ll probably dip for awhile again, but hopefully you all liked these observations and pls leave ur thoughts and opinions in the replies, i always enjoy hearing what you guys have to say :)

okay bye bye, lots of love, lola <3.

[ghost-1-y]

you're beautiful

pairing: obanai x reader

content warnings: MDNI, slight manga spoilers (what's under obanai's bandages), sexual content, penetrative sex (m! receiving), pegging, sub!Obanai x dom!reader, reader is female-coded, praise k!nk, body worship(?) idk y’all it’s intimate

a/n: a lil kinktober drabble for y'all bc i felt like it! kind of was inspired by @/xxsabitoxx's "kinktober side quests" but also my brain has just been filled with obanai brainrot recently and i needed to do something about it; this is how i actually hc obanai (as a subby baby rather than a dom like he is in "Depths" hehe) (also y'all can thank @crazycatlddy for filling my head with obanai brainrot)

divider credit: the beautiful @/benkeibear (apparently this is the color theme i'm going with for obanai, just kinda took it and ran with it lolol)

“Mmph– please,” Obanai whimpered against the sheets, his clothes and face bandages long forgotten on the bedroom floor, face pressed into the mattress and ass sticking up in the air as you sunk your strap into him.

He was such a pretty sight, his milky skin glowing in the moonlight that softly shined through the window, hair scattered and messy as it spread across his face. You leaned down to brush his hair back and gather it around the back of his neck, leaving soft kisses along his cheek before trailing down to his jaw.

“Such a pretty boy for me,” you whispered hotly into his ear, “don’t you think so, baby?”

Obanai shuddered, he was not quite comfortable yet with his looks, yet the way you spoke to him – how gentle and soft your voice was, made him want to believe every single word that dripped out of your honeyed mouth.

You received a small moan in return, causing you to smile against his neck as you slowly fucked into him – he had learned to take your strap so well, and you loved watching him squirm as little mewls bubbled up from his throat. 

“M-More–” he asked, his voice quiet. You hummed as you started to move your hips back and forth, slowly fucking moan after moan out of his sweet mouth.

You wished he could see the beauty of it. You, bent over his small form, knees digging into the mattress as your skin pressed flush against his back, reaching your arm up towards his face to softly brush the scars that lined his mouth with the pad of your thumb. Obanai tensed, but soon relaxed into your touch, his eyes closing as you gently traced the rough patches of skin.

“I love you,” you whispered, “and that means all of you – including what you may not love about yourself. I still find you beautiful.”

Tears prickled in his eyes, his heart aching from the sweet words that graced his ears, but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as you picked up the pace between thrusts, causing his mind to nearly go blank as you fucked deeply into his tight hole.

The walls rang with the soft sound of Obanai’s whines, drool seeping out of his mouth and pooling onto the sheets beneath. His eyes rolled back as you thrust into his prostate, sparks of pleasure floating through him as tension built up in his gut. With a strangled moan, his orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting out his release and dirtying the linen beneath.

You pulled out of him, only to leave kisses along his back – starting between his shoulder blades and moving down along his spine.

And for once, Obanai felt beautiful.

[agendabymooner]

twentieth sommer of love ! toto w. x ofc (supermodel!ofc)

summary: by celebrating the couple’s twentieth anniversary, fans recalled the time supermodel irish sommer announced that she got married to her boyfriend of one month toto wolff— who coincidentally was ‘the man that could have been’ all those years ago back when they were still some youngsters in vienna. OR there’s a reason why irish sommer dubbed herself ‘the bitch of the runway.’

content warning: (childhood?) friends to lovers trope, mentions of previous marriages, 4 year age difference, use of explicit language, mentions a lot about toto’s younger days (canonically he was spicy), brief introduction to ofc (irish)

note: i’m not fully back!!! but i’ve got this little thing in mind so enjoy xx

ALSO check out the newest alphabetical masterlists!!!

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

WHY IRISH SOMMER CALLS HERSELF THE BITCH OF THE RUNWAY by mercgirlie ellie

tagged anselwolff, irishsommer

liked by lewishamilton, georgerussell63, mercedesamgf1

user1 smash, smash, smash…

user2 if they can make it to twenty years i bet we can last for thirty 🤩

user3 ALFIE DROP YOUR DAD’S CC NUMBER FOR THE FUNNY!!

user4 alfie what’s your dad’s social insurance number 🤭🤭

user5 since you have an extensive digital footprint do you wanna add your dad’s finances into that too?? 😳

user6 what if we like- 👉👈 go drink the most expensive champagne with your dad’s card on the tab?

mercedesamgf1 mom and dad! 🥰🤩 liked by alfietorger

tagged alfietorger, irishsommer

liked by mickschumacher, lewishamilton

❣ anselwolff don’t ask me what my dad’s card number is 🤧

user1 drop your mom’s number please 🙌

user2 give us your mom’s card info instead

user3 is your mom single

user4 can your dad fight?

user5 tell your dad to pull up at the parking lot i want to fight him

user6 i love your mom. does your dad love her?

user7 y’all need to touch grass 😭 liked by anselwolff

irishsommer happy to have you boys celebrate with us and your siblings ❤️ liked by anselwolff

alfietorger thats cool and all, ma, but if we see either scot or august not following the dress code again it’s actually on sight this time 🙄 liked by anselwolff

anselwolff yeah dad literally said to wear something for the restaurant but the other two got to wear a casual outfit??? 🫠 favouritism if i see it

mercedesamgf1 if i only cared that much 🤭 -gus wolff

user8 bro is sassy toto 2.0 😭😭

anselwolff i’m legitimately going to fight you the next time i go to a race, gus.

mercedesamgf1 is- is that allowed? 🤕

bonus !!!

the wolff kids

alfred 'alfie' torger wolff

ansel christian wolff

augustus 'gus' cameron wolff

scot elisabeth wolff

[bakugous-princess]

Tell ur girlfriend (bf)

you were on the floor on your knees infront of Hyunjin. You were giving him head and you could definitely tell that he enjoyed it. His moans were loud and needy 

“Fuck..come on..please..” 

You couldn’t help but feel wet whenever he begged you like this, just the sound of it could make anyone cum. You moved your hand faster on his dick, it was hard to fit him in your mouth entirely so you would use your hand for extra pleasure. He grabbed your hair somewhat pulling it making you move your head a certain way and when he pulled your head closer he pushed you all the way down on his cock. You could help but gag as his white warm strings of cum coded your throat a pretty white.

“Holy shit…Mmmm baby..” 

He said softly stroking your hair as he finished, his chest fastly moving up and down. You slowly pulled away from his dick leaving a string of saliva as you pulled away..

“Let me see baby..open your mouth..” 

You opened your mouth to show him that you did indeed swallow his cum. He smiled softly and gently pulled you up giving you a gently kiss on the lips “good girl..” he said with a smirk after he pulled away. 

“Hyunnie..please..” you said softly as you looked up at him you couldn’t help it anymore you needed him so badly. He understood immediately and put you on the hotel bed putting you on all fours and lining your entrance with his dick and he slowly eased himself in as the nice big stretch felt really good. Your phone kept ringing and ringing, hyunjin looked over at it and it happened to be your boyfriend. He smirked to himself and gave you your phone 

“Here..answer him princess..I want him to hear you..and listen to me making you mine..” Hyunjin said with a smirk. You could help but smile a bit, you were tired of this so called boyfriend because of how clingy and annoying he was but you answered the phone away 

“Hello?..” 

“Babe where are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere” there was no real sense of urgency in his voice but before you could say anything hyunjin started thrusting wildly.

“F..fuck Hyunjin!..” you moaned loudly and Hyunjin smirked 

“You hear that?.. she’s no longer yours Bud.. she’s all mine..” Hyunjin said proudly as he continued to thrust wildly earning beautiful moans from you. Your boyfriend or should I say ex boyfriend got really upset and started to curse the two of you out but before he could go further with the insults you spoke up 

“Listen.. I’m breaking up with you..” and before he could answer you hung up and blocked him 

“..Finally..you’re all mine baby..” 

A/n: I’m sorry y’all I got distracted and forgot about the song popular but I got tell ur gf by Lay Bankz😭 love ya and make sure you eat and drink water!❤️

[pixie-dvsst]

Hey gang, I wasn’t supposed to get involved in The Drama™️ but N*rmal made her 6th account in the span of a week so I though I’d share my thoughts on the whole thing (with photographic evidence) 👍

TW: NSFW stuff, mention of twincest, usage of slurs

So I guess y’all are familiar with The List™️ (pls go give everyone on this list a follow they’re very awesome sauce <3)

So we are on this list bc we apparently either are predators or support predators. Which is pretty funny considering N*rmal’s entire premise is derailing (no pun intended) everyone’s posts to comment on the engine’s “sexiness”.

Also… whatever this is

Moving on

She claims that we support pedo’s, which is not only false, but also EXTREMELY harmful. The reason for this is that we defended two users that make NSFW art which is censored, properly tagged, and posted on Patreon ONLY accessible to 18+ folk (and SHE’S the one that took their art and posted it on her accounts for everyone to see). If she REALLY cared about protecting minors from NSFW stuff she wouldn’t make a post defending literal TWINCEST of Bill and Ben (who are minor coded I believe)

If she cared about protecting minors from NSFW, she also wouldn’t interact with a person known for not only stealing art, but also making NSFW of logos. She also wouldn’t tag a post with “minors in fandom need to sit the fuck down”.

Additionally, she constantly claims that we are harassing her. Which is, you guessed it, also false. Most of us have her blocked, or haven’t interacted with her at all. Meanwhile, she’s the one that called someone a literal SLUR and said some disgusting things about another user

Also here are her alts, in case you want to block them:

This is hopefully the last post I’m gonna make on this, please do not send her harassment just block and move on.