#tw for dark thoughts

[f1-disaster-bi]

9 from the angsty romance prompts ("... why can't.. anybody see--that... I'm tired?... ") screams lando before the summer break to me. or just him when he is struggling and has put in so much effort, and time, and loyalty and just breaks down.

On the outside, Lando was smiling.

Everyone around him was laughing.

Max was cracking another joke, elbowing him in the ribs lightly. The parade bus rumbled under them. The sounds of Lewis's interview washed over them. George was waving at the crowds, looking perfectly put together with Alex by his side, grinning and sipping St his drink occasionally.

Daniel was close enough that his arm was pressed against Lando’s, and Lando could barely move without hitting into another driver or member of staff but he had never felt more alone.

As he stood there, falling apart behind his smile and barely holding his head above the waves of his own mind, Lando wondered if any of them had noticed.

Did they notice how his smile faltered? That is was so fake that he couldn't look in the mirror anymore or at pictures plastered across social media.

Did they see the bags under his eyes, the paleness to his skin or the way that his hands shook constantly now as if he was constantly frightened or cold?

Did anyone notice that Lando was a patch work person falling apart at the seams. Unraveling slowly but steadily, hands burned from trying to hold the ropes of his being in place and failing miserably.

Max cracked another joke.

Lando laughed automatically.

It sounded robotic to his own ears. It was grating and harsh. An unnatural sound. Something ripped from the chest of a hollow man but no one seemed to notice a difference.

"Maybe they don't care" , the little voice whispered as Lando chewed at the straw of his drinks bottle and pretended to listen to Carlos talking to him, "Why would they? You're pathic. Pathetic little man"

It sounded so much like his own voice that Lando didn't block it out. He couldn't anymore. He had spent weeks fighting the negative thoughts but Lando was just one person and the world was so much larger than him.

No matter how hard he tried to be better, to do better, Lando kept failing and falling. He kept tripping up, kept disappointing everyone that counted on him, that believed in him. He was failing them all.

He felt like he couldn't breathe but his chest was still rising as the bus came to a stop, jostling them as it did.

Lando moved automatically.

He wasn't in control of his body anymore more. He was a passenger holding on for dear life and trying to survive as he fist bumped the others and followed after Jon who was waiting to collect him.

Part of him wanted to scream as Jon led him through warm ups.

He wanted to scream and ask them why they couldn't see it. Why couldn't they all see that Lando wasn't a real person anymore? How could they not see the ghost he'd become?

Why couldn't anybody see it?

Jon left.

He was alone.

He was always alone even when in a sea a people. The odd man out. The one that's always saying or doing the wrong thing. The one to pity. The one that was childish and impulsive and so prickly that even his friends had backed away so much that they couldn't see what was happening.

He wondered if they'd ever notice. If they'd ever know.

As he looked in the mirror, taking in his dead eyes and his fake smile that made his skin crawl as he slipped into his race suit, Lando couldn't help but whisper to himself.

"Why can't anybody see....that I'm...", he choked on the words he wanted to say, too scared to think them let alone say them outloud, "....see that I'm tired...."

The answer was simple as shaking fingers pulled up his zipper and Lando looked away from himself, ashamed of the shell he'd become.

They didn't see because Lando didn't want to them to see.

A knock at the door.

Another deep breath.

A smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Lando Norris belonged to the people, to McLaren.

He owed it to them to pretend.

[allaboutsaturn]

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

[yourgirlinpieces]

its so hard to believe someone could love me. im always always too much or too little. never enough.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

Ugh scenarios where Bruce is literally suicidal, and has made many attempts, but keeps getting interrupted by his kids and alfred but they don't realise what he was going to do?and they don't know his mental state was that bad?? Sign me up cause I fucking love angst and hurt/comfort

13 yr old Bruce about to slit his throat in the bathroom, but alfred comes out of nowhere and tells him dinner is ready, he made his favourite cause he saw he looked off recently, and Bruce just goes out calmly and hugs him super tight?? Bruce, about to make a decision to end his life after he's all done raising dick (after he becomes nightwing) and knows that dick is set on the right path now and going to crime alley where his parents were shot to end it but ends up meeting jason instead?? After jason when he tied up all loose ends, closed cases, secured gotham good enough, About to go on patrol for one last time, then after he'll jump off, but then meets tim that evening saying he knows who he is?? Meeting cass just when he was planning to do it cause he genuinely hated himself, but seeing so many similarities between him and cass, knowing she sees them too and scared that after he suicides she'll get those ideas too cause they're so similar? Decides to try to help her?? Meeting nightwing when he was going to jump off cause dick wanted to surprise him from blud and he just thought Bruce was brooding?? getting a call from Damain in the middle of the day when he was about to stage a car crash and listens as damian (mad at him) asks him to come to the school to pick him up cause he got suspended for 2 days for knocking out a student for being racist.

CAN U IMAGINE A CONFRONTATION WHERE BRUCE THOUGHT THEY ALREADY KNEW?? AND HES TAKING THIS CASUAL BUT THEYRE FUCKING NOT??

[ilovejaiyex2]

[wonallofme]

let it out, loser!

tw and tags: boxer!jungwon x fem!reader, smut, no condom, penetration, creampie, squirt, heavy dubcon, no plot just porn, the sex is nasty af, a little of blood (biting lips and fight wounds), allusion to past noncon, insanity from both of them. word count: 1.7k note: hi! i haven't written anything in a long time and just wanted to do something short. this is my first (official) enhypen piece, hope someone here likes it. if you know me from my other blog, you just know the sex i write is not the most sane one. again, this is pure fiction! Please be careful about the tags you wish to block.

credits for the divider: @bernardsbendystraws (link)

The sound of his keys being thrown to the table in your kitchen shouldn’t be that hot. The sound of his bag hitting your floor with fury shouldn’t make your panties get wet. Even more, the sound of his heart beating inside his chest so fast shouldn’t make you excited for what was about to come.

Knowing too well how he, his breath, his steps, his things, sounded when he was angry after a loss, shouldn’t turn you on.

One, two, three, four. You counted the steps he took.

Usually, if he walked around the room, he would be searching for condoms. He didn’t walk that much, so you immediately knew, he would be harder that night.

After all, he needed to let everything out to be himself the next day.

‘’I know you’re awake,’’ he said, making you open your eyes to not pretend anymore.

He didn’t try to be gentle.

His face was a mess, even in the darkness of the night, with the little to almost no light that trespassed your curtains, you could see a faint purple color on his cheek, and a bright fresh red on his lip. Both meant he would leave you hurting too.

You didn’t have to ask what he wanted from you.

You ruffled in your sheets.

You moved them so he could accommodate himself between your legs, and rubbing your eyes from the recent nap you had, you simply let him take your pajama shorts off.

It was better when you didn’t interrupt him.

You don’t hate this version of him. You know that, when the morning comes, he’ll be your nice boyfriend again. He’ll make breakfast and won’t talk at all about the night or his fight. He’ll let you clean his wounds, he’ll give you a silent soft kiss after walking you to class, and then he’ll go to the gym to keep training.

He made it hurt those nights, but he never made it hurt in your daily life.

Jungwon is the kind of boyfriend that makes sure you’re always comfortable while having sex. He leaves soft pecks on your cheek while fingering you, and he asks if you’re okay when he puts it in. He’s so tender, sometimes, you’re the one afraid of hurting him.

So, these times, when he doesn’t ask how you feel, and he just takes, you try to understand him.

A whimper came out of your mouth, totally involuntarily, when you felt his spit touching your entrance.

He was over you, between your legs, forcing them open with his own amplitude, staring at your entrance and how his saliva mixed with your wetness.

For these occasions, that little help was more than enough for you. He almost laughed. A smirk appeared on his mouth, and he let a curse out. Were you happy he was a mess? Was he really that pathetic? Why were you always so excited when he arrived from losing a match?

‘’You’re lucky I’m this kind, crazy bitch.’’

Pressing his tip on your wet clit, he exhaled loudly, looking defeated, before moving it down between your lips, smearing his spit along. He didn’t look at your eyes in this mode. He didn’t dare to look at your face. He concentrated on what he wanted from you, and you tried to find what parts of him were wounded so you could make a list of things you might need.

Ointment, bandages, cold pads, maybe you would have to cook him something nice too. Did you have apples left?

You couldn’t continue thinking when he slid in.

The burning made you leave a hurt sound out. You whimpered again, because of the pain, and hissed when he pulled out.

He didn’t ask you anything. He didn’t kiss your lips to ease it up or apologise in your ear before stopping altogether. You could see his mind thinking of something, and you wanted to suggest him, maybe he could give you more of it? As if reading your mind, he spat on his hand, a long line of drool finding his cock, and some of it spilling on your pussy on the way.

Your legs trembled with the sensation, somehow feeling a rush in your entire body. You wanted it so bad, this side of him, that when he wrapped the back of your thighs to oblige it all the way to your breast, you cried.

Not because of the sudden movement, or because of how challenging the position was, but because you knew he wanted you to feel it all.

And, when he wanted that, you would really feel it all.

‘’Fu-fuck,’’ you moaned when he bullied his way inside again.

Immediately after talking, you bit your lips.

He didn’t like it when you talked. Whether it was to complain or praise him, he didn’t care. He needed you to not talk or make him think or look at your face. He needed you to be, if possible, dead silent to only concentrate on his own thoughts.

Of course, that was almost impossible, so he would press a hand on your mouth if you didn’t behave, and in the worst cases, to mute you, he would press your face down.

Whimpers were acceptable. Broken moans, bearable. But words? No, never.

You wanted to apologize but it wasn’t the right answer, you knew it too well. You know him too well. Or so, you wanted to believe.

He pushed your legs further, slamming inside, pushing the air out of your lungs.

It continued hurting, but you couldn’t care less.

The awareness of him being there, the sound of his breathing, his hisses, the groans, you wanted it all.

A wet echo filled the room with the force he used to fuck you and your wet pussy taking him. Your walls moved to accommodate him, to welcome him with much enthusiasm, just like your hands pulling your legs closer to make it more comfortable for him.

He wasn’t wearing a condom, and just the memory of his cum all inside you made you tighten around him.

Inside your mind, you repeated give it to me, please, because your mouth wasn’t allowed to do it. It felt way too good. The first time, it made you deeply uncomfortable to feel it inside. You felt dirty, disgusting, and you couldn’t believe it had happened. Now, you couldn’t find the words to ask for it again.

You could only hope he lost.

‘’Fuck, why can’t I…? Fuck!’’

His torso raised, his hips aligned at a better angle, and he thrusted harder.

Your teeth were sinking on your lower lip, brows furrowing and eyes closing to not show him how much you were enjoying it. Probably, it was useless to even try to hide it.

Your shirt was sticking to your torso because of the sweat. Yours, his. Fuck, you heard him curse. The lower front wet spot, in no way, was from just sweat.

The spasms were arriving. You felt your abdomen get tighter, and you tried to calculate how much time had passed. It hasn’t been long enough, you concluded. You couldn’t cum, you had to hold it in, for him, because it couldn’t end so fast. For him, that short time was not enough. It couldn’t be enough.

He needed you to hold it. He needed it. He.

You cried. This time, a few tears escaped. You turned your face to the side, and a salty flavor on your tongue distracted you.

You only noticed you bit yourself so hard your lips were bleeding when you felt more of the metallic taste invading you.

Out of the ordinary, he leaned to inspect your face. His hand tactlessly gripped your chin and forced you to face him, and when he saw the drops of blood flooding your delicate lip, under your teeth, he gulped.

‘’You’re such a mess too.’’

His mouth found yours in a second, obliging you to leave your poor lip free. He, first, just grazed them, doubting to do such a soft act with you, before crashing your wound with his.

The kiss, just like the sex, was not delicate at all.

The sting in your lips was not a sensation you were familiar with. His lips were always soft with you, at least until that moment. At much, they would be lustful, making out with you for long periods of time, but never brute.

His fingers stabbed your jaw, and his tongue prodded out.

You couldn’t breathe properly, overwhelmed with his strength, so you opened your lips to inhale some air, an act he took advantage of by barging his tongue into your mouth.

You had no way of using your brain at that moment. His tongue inside your mouth stealing your little air, his entire weight sinking you to the bed, his shoulders maintaining your legs up and against your chest, his cock balls deep inside you. It was all too much. Your head was too dizzy to remember exactly at what point you had your orgasm.

You remember your legs shaking, and an embarrassing loud cry muffled with his mouth against yours.

Also, you remember the broken moan he left out, and his hips reassuming a brutal pace that makes you roll your eyes with the mere memory. His long cock had hit a spot that made you lose yourself, and your pussy, so sensitive with how he had continued using you, had the most intense orgasm you ever had.

The clean gush finished wetting the front of your shirt, splashing his abdomen and making a pod slide down onto the bedsheets. Sadly, he didn’t care that you were trembling and bawling because of it. He plunged back inside, biting your cries and mixing both bloods while trying to find his own orgasm.

He left it out all inside you.

When you felt his warm cum invading you, you passed out.

After that, all is black. You try to move your body, finding it uncomfortable and painful. Still, you turn your head, finding your boyfriend’s naked back beside you. From the way his breath is calm now that he’s sleeping, you deduce he’s back to normal after finding his release.

Your shirt is different, clean, and the bed sheets are blue instead of white, so you know it’s not the same set from the night before.

At the sensation of his cum leaking out of you, you wonder if changing your clothes and sheets was the only thing he did to you while you were unconscious.

[heyitslouiseeeee]

#68

when love finds me again, may it be with someone i never have to heal from.

[deeeaahh]

[thedepressedkiddo]

"The most terrible loneliness is not the kind that comes from being alone, but the kind that comes from being misunderstood. It is the loneliness of standing in a crowded room, surrounded by people who do not see you, who do not hear you, who do not know the true essence of who you are. And in that loneliness, you feel as though you are fading, disappearing into the background, until you are nothing more than a ghost, a shadow of your former self."

- George Orwell, 1984

[120daysofsodomm]

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

DAVE LIZEWSKI catfishing you. He’s seen you around, he’s heard you talk about the kind of guys you’re into. It’s hard to ignore you when you pass by him, hard to forget the smell of your shampoo as it unfurls under his nose. It took him ages, but he finally got a hold of your information, and slowly establishes a friendship. He’s getting the dirty details on you while you think you’re being charmed by a 6’4” hockey player who’s into books like Pride and Prejudice. He’s in your IM’s hearing about how you like to suck it, how you cup balls for a massage while you make yourself gag on purpose. You like it when your nips are bitten, held between teeth while you ride it. All night he thinks about your naughty little secrets, confessing to him what you’d let him do to you if you meet up. Anything, you say, I’d let you do whatever you wanted. And his hand strangles his boner, jacking off to the imaginary sight of you taking it up your pretty asshole—the one he’s gotten pics of when you bent over for a shot of your open and wet pussy.

[lifeisweird2002]

I be checking my phone like I mean something to someone

😂silly fucking me 😂

[yourgirlinpieces]

yeah alcohol is cool but have you ever been someone's first choice? me neither. pass the bottle.

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Unbothered

[venusbyline]

Omg, imagine you're twin to either Jacaerys or Lucerys (your choice) and, obviously, they adore you.

you're their sister. The apple of their eyes. The main actress of ever single wet dream they have since they reached age and your body started to change.

Maybe you're used to sleeping sandwiched between them. Maybe it's summer. Maybe you took off your nightgown because it's hot. Maybe Luke and Jace take it as their opportunity to explore you, maybe they chicken out after just touching your tits. Maybe you woke up because Luke and Jace are hard against you.

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⚠️: SMUT & DARK CONTENT. female!reader, dark!Jacaerys Velaryon, dark!Lucerys Velaryon, Targcest (older brother/younger sister & twin brother/twin sister), non-con somnophilia, non-con touching, underage dubcon (no specific mention of reader's, Jacaerys' or Lucerys' ages tho), sexual tension, dry humping, naked cuddling, spooning position, body worship, tits playing, reader is Lucerys' twin sister. no use of y/n.

The night was hot at Dragonstone, especially for you who had flown with your dragon just a few hours before try to sleep. Even after a fresh bath and with the windows open enough to let the breeze in, nothing seemed to help.

You shifted yourself a little impatiently, that long, loose hair adding more discomfort when it touched the pillow.

On each side of the bed lay your brothers. Jacaerys, the older one, slept like an angel with his face turned to the corner of the chambers, since you were moving so much that he ended up having to let go of your waist. Lucerys, your twin brother, was turned towards you, one hand under his own face and watching your obvious annoyance the whole time.

"I will not be able to sleep if you keep tossing and turning, sister..." Lucerys murmured softly, not wanting to be an idiot, but recognizing that he will not concentrate on falling asleep if things continued the way they were. "It is unbearably hot tonight." Seeing the drop of sweat running down your neck to the neckline of the nightgown, Lucerys felt his cheeks begin to heat up. "Jace and I can go back to our own chambers if you rather."

Your twin brother's suggestion made you sigh and shake your head. "No, Luke. I like sleeping next to you and Jace." You grumbled, shifting once again before feeling the older boy beside shifting to look at you and Lucerys, his brown eyes barely open due to the drowsiness.

"You should take off that nightgown then."

Jacaerys' words caught both you and Lucerys off guard. The two of you widened the eyes, confused about what had just been heard there.

"What? None of you have never slept naked in the summer?" Jace mumbled, sleep starting to dissipate as well as your resistance and embarrassment.

"Well... I did, but never with someone else around like this." You defended yourself, though, receiving a confused look from Lucerys, his face flushed with the image you put into his mind.

Ever since the years had passed and your body started to change, Luke felt that his love for you was no longer something pure and was almost turning into an obsession. You invaded all his dreams, they are always about the taste of your lips on his, what it would be like to be able to run hands between your tits, squeeze them together and suck both of them...

He even daydreamed about what color your nipples and cunt were.

Seven Hells, he would do anything to be more than just your twin brother.

Incestuous relationships were not unusual among House Targaryen at all. Marriage between family members was so common that everyone was already sure that you would marry one of your brothers. Perhaps it would be Jacaerys, since he was the eldest son and you were the only daughter. Or perhaps it would even be Lucerys, since you were twins. Either way, uncertainty ran through him for now, and the three of you were still quite young for Rhaenyra to even consider thinking about which would be the most suitable betrothal.

Both of the Velaryon boys shared an obsession towards you. A muse in the eyes of your brothers, being loved and adored in different ways by the two of them. Jace was more clear about what was going on inside his mind, not even trying to hide how much he had been attracted to you since the years have passed. He was the one who suggested that all the three of you should start sleeping together in the same bed, he was the one who made slightly obscene jokes to make you laugh, he was the one who always hugged you from behind while you slept, caressing the softness of your hips.

Meanwhile, Lucerys was your sweet and gentle twin brother, so shy that any look from you was a reason for him to run away back to his chambers, needing to use his own fist to pleasure himself, jerking off and picturing that it was your tight little hole around his cock.

He was the one who had to settle for lying in front of you, watching his older brother delight in the spoon position during the nights. A sight that often made him feel jealous and aroused at the same time. The way your lips parted to sigh when Jace breathed very close to your ear in his sleep...

It was no news to the brothers how many times they woke up from wet dreams, their white linen pants stained with the consequences of their desires.

And yet... Neither Jacaerys nor Lucerys ever imagined that they would really be in that situation, with you actually considering starting to take off the nightgown, fingers playing with its ties as the seconds passed.

"You do not need to worry. It is just so you can rest more comfortably between us." Jace said with calm voice, although Luke could tell he was controlling himself from simply pulling the fabric himself against your will.

"Will not it be weird for you, brothers? Having a naked girl in the middle of the bed?"

The boys almost had to hold back their laughter after that silly question. Weird would literally be the last word they used to describe the possibility of seeing their sister exposed like that in front of them. They had those dark desires for so long that everything now seemed like a dream come true. "Of course it will not be weird. You are my baby sister." Jace managed to keep his voice steady, licking his lower lip and then lifting his neck enough to get a better look at his younger brother. "And Luke does not mind either. Do you, brother?"

With his heart pounding in the chest, Lucerys shook his head. "I do not. It will be fine, sister."

Lucerys and Jacaerys had remained awake, wide eyes and dilated pupils ever since their sister agreed to take off the nightgown. They did not even move, as if in a silent agreement not to disturb the girl's sleep, not to wake you up before they had enjoyed every minute of the beautiful sight in front of them.

Neither of the princes were devotees of the Faith, but they mentally thanked the Seven for making this possible to happen after so much waiting.

You were lying on your back, looking like the personification of The Maiden. Your dark hair covered the view of your nipples, leaving only the skin of your mounds exposed.

However, what made the boys' mouths salivate the most was the fact that you had your half legs open during the sleep, revealing your intimate part. Your pretty cunt had a thin layer of hair, a slightly musky but also sweet scent emanating from your core and making Jacaerys' and Lucerys' cocks harden further.

"It is the hour of the wolf..." Jace whispered to the younger boy, finally breaking the silence between them. "So she will not wake up for a while."

Lucerys swallowed hard, not knowing if he should follow his older brother's line of reasoning at that moment, even though his arousal was overtaking any rational and noble thought.

He should stop his brother, tell him that what they were about to do was wrong and disgusting, that he would never touch his twin sister without her true consent. He wanted to tell him that he would never do something like that.

But the only thing Prince Velaryon could say was: "What if she wakes up?"

"She will not." Jacaerys assured, moving closer and wrapping his hands around your hips, turning you carefully so he could stay glued to you like he always did. The feeling of having a naked female form against his pants was hot that he had to bite the lip to keep from moaning loudly or grabbing your ass. He needed to control himself so he could do what he wanted.

Although Jacaerys was in a battle with his self-control, he raised the head to get the younger prince's attention. "What are you waiting for? Put your hands on her."

Put your hands on her... Lucerys had to hold himself back from uttering a reprimand or flicking his brother's knee. His heart rate increased at such crude words, imagining how his twin would react to all of that — you were resting innocently, oblivious to the dark desires present inside both of their problematic minds.

The absence of sounds in the chambers was broken once again, as Lucerys lay on your side and ran his hand around your waist, the two brothers holding you like a prize and receiving a sleepy and confused moan in response. A sweet little noise, which would easily be difficult to hear if they were not completely silent at that moment.

They had you in different ways, Jace focused on holding you by the hip and Luke focused on holding you by the waist. As much as the physical proximity was kinda familiar, neither of them had ever shared such a intense level of intimacy with you until then. The heat from three bodies together and intertwined tightened their boners even more inside those linen pants, so desperate to feel every part of you, every inch.

While Jacaerys was aroused by the sensation of your backside so close to his groin, Lucerys felt his mind go into a frenzy at the feeling of your perky nipples brushing against his chest when he pressed it closer to your body. "O-Oh, shit..." He almost cursed himself at that boyish whimper. It would not be surprising if Jace made a joke about it tomorrow.

Each of the boys brought a hand to your breasts, letting their minds run wild as they enjoyed the softness of those mounds that fit well their palms, as if they had been made to please both of them.

It all seemed too perfect, exploring that female chest right there next to them and biting their lips to stifle any sounds of appreciation they might accidentally let out. They worked hard to keep themselves quiet, to keep secret the disgusting act they were about to commit — a dirty stain on the princes' false noble personalities.

What kind of brothers take advantage of their sister's unconscious body?

That was what snapped the boys out of their haze of pleasure, their previous perverse thoughts causing brief simultaneous headaches when they realized the gravity of what they had done. The line they had allowed themselves to cross.

Even if they took their hands off your breasts, the damage was already done, your eyelids fluttering open in confusion at the feel of two thick and hard things. Neither of them had realized until then that they had been grinding against their sweet sister all this time while letting their dark instincts speak louder. Jacaerys had not noticed the hard, clothed cock against your ass and Lucerys had not noticed the hard, clothed cock against your warm folds. At least not until you gasped for answers.

"W-What are you two doing?"

Answers that would not be easy to explain.

[feeling-likeastranger]

I don't know what it's like to not have deep emotions

Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely