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deliriousgrl-writes · 4 months ago

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Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he’d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

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etherepaar · 1 month ago

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There is no separation. Assumption = reality.

There is no separation between your assumptions, your beliefs, your manifestations, and your reality. Not metaphorically not conceptually. I mean literally. They are the same thing. You assume something is true, not to make it true, not to force it to happen, but because it already is. You’re not trying to influence reality. You are BEING reality.

There’s no step one: assume step two: wait step three: receive.

That’s separation.

That’s delay.

That’s a lie we were taught to believe.

Think of a mirror

When you lift your hand, does the reflection wait? Does it pause for a moment and think about whether or not it should reflect you?

It just reflects instantly. Because the mirror isn’t separate from you it is you in reflected form.

Your reality is the exact same way. The moment you assume something reality mirrors it.

You are the origin. You are the cause. The assumption is the effect. But they happen in ONE act.

And this is the thing most people are still waiting still checking the mirror. They assume something and then they wait for the proof. But babe, that’s not an assumption. That’s doubt in disguise.

You don't smile hoping the mirror smiles back you smile because you KNOW it will reflect that smile you trust it without needing to double check you don’t call yourself delusional for smiling before the mirror moves. you just do. Because you know the mirror moves with you.

That’s what it means to live in the state of the wish fulfilled. You become the version of yourself who already has it not to get it but because you do have it. Not in some faraway future. Not if the universe allows.

Right now. Because you decided and reality obeys that decision without hesitation.

Assumption is manifestation. They’re not separate. They never were. You are not faking it you are not pretending you are not lying to yourself.

You are BEING and the world has no choice but to mirror that being. Stop waiting stop watching the mirror.

Smile now. Assume now.

BE now.

Because the truth is: you already have it. You already are it and the mirror has already reflected it.

This clicked for me after reading girlblogga’s post on X. It was the reminder I didn’t know I needed.

- etherepaar

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trashytracktales · 2 months ago

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T, HEAR ME OUT: THREESOME WITH LANDOSCAR

tbh, Lando would definitely have the freakyest kinks, to the point where Oscar just sits there shocked like "you want to what??"

First of all,

Now, here are some of Lando’s depraved suggestions after Oscar asks YOU WANT TO WHAT 😧:

18+ content ahead.

“Have her sit on your face while I fuck her from behind.”

“Make her suck you off while I eat her out. I wanna see her try to beg with her mouth full.”

“I want a video of her wrecked, stretched and dripping, just for us.”

“Put a vibrator in her during dinner with the team and control it with my phone.”

“Cuff her wrists to the headboard and blindfold her. You tease, I fuck. Then we switch.”

“Flip a coin? Winner gets to use her mouth. Loser has to just watch until she begs for him too.”

“You hold her legs up. I want to watch her face while I fill her up and you watch it drip out.”

“See how long she lasts with both of us wrecking her from opposite ends.”

“Fuck her while she’s laying on your chest. You hold her still and I whisper how pretty she cries.”

#pit stop asks #ask box #trashy track tales #landoscar #landoscar x reader #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #ln4 #op81 #lando norris x oscar piastri x reader #ln4 x op81 #lando norris x you #oscar piastri x you #guess who's ovulating #🎀#im just a girl #minors dni

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leejenowrld · 3 months ago

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nsfw links for jeno and o/c?

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mmmm baby i had a little too much fun with this… now i’m horny as fuck. <3 i tried to find videos realistic to how they fuck, focus a lot of the scenarios here :)

link one — his cock sinks so deep inside you that your whole body arches, your walls clamping around him like they’re trying to keep him there—tight, pulsing, soaking wet from how long you’ve been teasing him. he groans the second he’s fully inside, head dropping against your shoulder as your breath stutters and melts into his neck in a shaky moan. your fingers dig into his chest, grounding yourself while he grinds in slow, filthy circles, hips rolling like he’s savoring every second, like the stretch, the wetness, the depth is driving him insane. he’s panting in your ear, hot and ragged, voice caught somewhere between worship and desperation as he mutters, “fuck, you feel unreal… you were made for this—made for me.” his hands grip your thighs, dragging you closer, forcing you to take all of him again and again, and all you can do is gasp as the pressure builds, your body trembling from how full you feel, how deep he is, how perfectly he fucks you like he needs to feel you fall apart around him just to survive.

link two — his hand wraps around your throat, not tight at first—just firm, claiming, thumb pressed to your pulse like he’s counting how wrecked he’s making you. he fucks you slow, deep, every thrust dragging a whimper from your lips until he leans down, breath hot against your cheek, and squeezes harder. “moan for me,” he mutters, voice low and thick, “let me feel how much you need it.” and when you do—when you gasp for him, legs shaking, cunt fluttering around his cock—he groans like he’s addicted, like your throat under his hand is the only thing keeping him sane.

link three — you begged him to just hold you—to stop touching, stop teasing, just cuddle—voice small, eyes half-closed, already turning in his arms to press your back to his chest. and for a minute, he did. wrapped around you warm, breathing slow, hand resting soft on your waist like he’d finally listen. but then his palm slid up, cupped your tits, slapped one hard enough to make you jolt. you whined, tried to wriggle away, and he just laughed—low and mean—before spanking your ass under the covers. “this what you meant by cuddle, baby?” he growled, cock already hard against your lower back. and then he pushed inside you from behind, slow and deep, hips grinding as he spooned you close, one hand choking you gently, the other still slapping your tits every time you moaned.

link four — he drags you down onto his lap with both hands gripping your hips, voice rough in your ear as he mutters, “sit the fuck down.” your ass lands flush against his thighs, his cock splitting you open, thick and deep, the stretch making you cry out. he doesn’t let you pause—just pulls you down harder, grinding you in slow circles before lifting you and slamming you back down again. “bounce,” he growls, watching the way your body moves for him, the way your moans crack every time his cock hits that spot. your back arches, his name slipping out like worship, and he just laughs—dark, breathless—his hands guiding you faster, rougher, your ass smacking against him with every drop. “fuck, look at you,” he groans. “made to take this cock.”

link five — you suck his cock like you need it—like your mouth was made for it—head bobbing slow at first, then faster, deeper, your lips stretched wide around him, spit dripping down your chin. you moan around him, loud and wet, fingers between your thighs, sliding through your own slick as you work him deeper down your throat. your hand wraps around the base, the other still teasing your cunt, sticky with arousal, moaning just loud enough for him to hear how needy you are. he groans, watching you from above, his hand tangled in your hair, eyes dark and low. “fuck, baby—look at you. so messy for me. so fucking desperate.” and you are—eyes watering, jaw aching, sucking him harder, faster, sloppy and hungry, because you want it all. every twitch. every drop. every sound he makes when he loses control in your mouth.

link six — your ass is up, face buried in the sheets, jeno gripping your hips so tight you’ll feel it for days as he fucks into you from behind—deep, rough, possessive—his pace punishing like he’s proving something. your mouth’s stretched wide around the cock of the guy you both picked earlier at the bar, the one jeno let you flirt with while his hand was on your thigh. now you’re choking on him, drool slipping down your chin, moaning around his length while jeno growls behind you, “take him, baby. show him how good my girl is.” your body jerks with every thrust, spit and slick everywhere, used from both ends, completely owned—just how you like it.

link seven — jeno flirted too much tonight—smiling at the waitress a little too long, saying things a little too soft—and now he’s tied to the headboard, wrists straining against the sheets, flushed and aching, completely at your mercy. you’re straddling his thighs, dragging your fingers lightly down his chest, down his abs, grazing over his cock without touching it properly. he’s twitching, leaking, already so needy he’s whimpering, eyes wet and voice broken as he begs, “please, baby, fuck—please just let me feel you.” you coo at him, kissing down his neck, grinding slow against him without letting him in. he’s moaning so loud now, thighs trembling, hips lifting uselessly off the bed—so desperate he’s crying, repeating your name like a prayer, like if he says it enough, you’ll finally let him in. and when you finally do, when you sink down slow and tight and he lets out a wrecked sob, you smile and say, “flirt with someone else again and i’ll make you beg for hours.”

like what you read? — check out my jeno college au ‘𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔’ synopsis — jeno forces his way into your life, first by pushing into one of your college projects and then refusing to leave. as mark’s best friend, you’ve always hated jeno—arrogant, reckless, and everything mark isn’t. but what starts as reluctant tolerance spirals into a secret affair fueled by lust, obsession, and the thrill of keeping it hidden. as lies and jealousy pile up, your connection becomes a dangerous game that pushes you to confront how far you’re willing to go—and how much you’re willing to lose—for the one person you swore you’d never fall for.

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keepingsweetly · 14 days ago

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What's it like being a vampire?

not very fun :( i miss the sun, and normal food doesn’t taste as good, and i look SCARY.

#🎀.asks #miss being normal :(#but it was worth it to stay with my brother!#vampirism #coquette #ooc:#roleplay blog #proshippers please interact #antis dni

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lilac-dreamxxz · 5 months ago

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can you please make a good match with this pfp (like highlight that match 🤍

‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ░ . ˚ ⌣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀666

(｡>﹏<｡)⠀⠀⠀⠀amour⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᝰ✿ .ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— lilac .ᐟ.ᐟ

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editcord-at-25 · 2 years ago

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May I ask when the mod applications results be released?

I believe it will be at the end of next week! Feel free to correct me, Mod Ena ^^

#🎀.mod mizuki #🎀.asks

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sellieloves · 4 months ago

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I hope you don’t mind me requesting this but can you please sketch out Redpastry having some fun playing with chiffon pls :3

this req is so cute huweee 🥹🥹

and ofc i dont mind hehe :3

#cookie run kingdom #crk #red velvet cookie #pastry cookie #redpastry #🎀 sel art #💌 sel asks

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missdollcouture · 1 year ago

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can you make a really nice, smooth, productive morning routine please!!

p.s i love your blog sm!!

thank uuu! 💗

CREATING THE ULTIMATE MORNING ROUTINE

having a good morning routine starts with having a good night routine. none of this will be possible without a sustainable night routine

WHAT TIME SHOULD I WAKE UP?

the time you wake up depends on the time you go to bed. it is advised for you to get 7-8 hours of quality sleep each night. for example, if you wanted to wake up a 5:OOAM you would have to be in bed by 9-10:00pm, figuring out what time you would like to be up in the morning is all up to you and your preference

WHAT TASKS SHOULD BE COMPLETED IN THE MORNING

having a perfect balance of tasks in the morning is key to having a beneficial morning. things i recommend doing in the morning includes; movement of some sort, journaling, making sure your space is clean, doing some sort of activity to stimulate you mind, and making yourself look presentable.

MOVEMENT: implementing some sort of movement in your morning routine has several benefits. you'll notice it will increase your productivity throughout the day.

JOURNALING: adding journaling to your daily routine will boost your mood and energy throughout the day. starting your day with gratitude will overall improve you view on life.

CLEAN SPACE = CLEAN MIND: starting off your morning with a clean room ultimately gives you a clear head space for the day ahead. whether you decide to clean your room the night before or in the morning, it is super beneficial to have a clean space.

MIND BUILDING ACTIVITY : starting your day off with a mind building activity leads to better concentration, reduced stress, and an overall better mental state.

LOOK GOOD FEEL GOOD: getting ready in the morning and making yourself feel presentable ultimately boosts your confidence leading to better performance in daily activities, including: school, sports, etc.

#girlblogging #girl blogger #missdollcouture #pink pilates princess #self care #it girl #my asks 💌#improving her #self improvement #becoming her #morning routine #prissy girl energy 🎀

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sematarygirls · 4 months ago

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How did mean!pogue!reader and rafe met? I feel like even when they get tgt she’d def be #ihatemybffinalboss 😭 I love her characterrrrrr

⠀ ⠀⠀♯┆Mean!Pogue!Reader Meets Rafe.ㅤ ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎she is the pioneer of the #ihatemybf movement ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . violence, drinking, smoking. ̼ ₊

THE BONFIRE CRACKLED, orange light dancing along the ground, casting shadows as it collided with the bodies of kooks and pogues alike. Music blared through the clearing, vibrating the ground as people danced and chatted. You were stood by the kegs, watching JJ do a kegstand with Kiara.

You snorted as JJ came down from the kegstand, stumbling slightly before throwing his arms up like he was a champion as he whooped loudly. "That’s gotta be, like, a world record or something," he slurred, grinning.

You scoffed, arms crossed as you shot Kiara a look that said you'd both be dragging his ass home by the end of the night. "Yeah, for killing the most brain cells in under a minute."

Kiara rolled her eyes, passing him a half-empty Solo cup that he'd bestowed upon her before attempting his stunt. "I give him ten minutes before he’s face down in the sand."

"Ten?" You raised a brow, eyeing him. "You’re being generous. I say five."

JJ pointed a finger between the two of you, swaying slightly. "No faith. No respect. I am a... legend—" He took a step, tripped over a log, and went sprawling into the sand.

You exchanged a look with Kiara before bursting into laughter. "Thirty seconds," she corrected, shaking her head.

"I just don't see what she sees in you," a nasally voice sneered from behind the three of you. JJ rolled over onto his back in the sand with a groan, looking towards the voice, your eyes following his.

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes as you saw Topper sauntering toward you with a cup in his hand, Rafe and Kelce watching from behind him with smirks on their faces. “And yet, here you are, breathing the same air as us. What, Figure Eight not fun enough for you?”

He scoffed. “I just don’t get it. Kiara could’ve had everything, but she threw it away to hang out with trash.”

There it was. The word that had you seeing red—trash.

Your fist swung before you could think twice, knuckles colliding with his jaw in a way that sent a shock up your arm. Topper stumbled back, cursing, but before he could even react, you shoved him, making him fall back due to his already unsteady feet, his back colliding with the sand and sending his beer all over him. "Run back home to mommy, Thornton.

Laughter rippled through the crowd, people gathering around to see what went down. Pogues cheered on, egging on the violence with shouts of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" while Kooks looked on with sneers, as if they'd expect no less from a Pogue, even though Topper was the one that had technically started it by running his mouth.

Topper groaned from the ground, rubbing his jaw as he glared up at you in a mix of disbelief and anger. "You crazy bitch!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Topper," you sneered, shaking out your hand. "You had that coming."

"The fuck is your problem?" A second voice cut through the crowd, stepping into the little circle that had been created. Rafe Cameron's blue eyes, filled with disdain, looked onto yours as he adjusted his backwards hat on his head.

"Got something to say, Cameron?" You asked. tilting your head and daring him to insult you like his little lapdog had. "Don't think I won’t knock you on your ass just like I did to your little boyfriend over there."

Rafe scoffed, taking a step closer into your personal space as if testing your boundaries. "You got a real mouth on you, Pogue," he spat the word "Pogue" like it was poison on his tongue, like it was a dirty word.

Your lips curled into a grin, unaffected by the venom in his voice. "And you got a real ego on you, Cameron." You your eyes scanned him for a moment, sizing him up before meeting his again, unwavering. "What, mad I hit your little bitch first?"

Rafe's jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He'd never hit a woman, but you made him really really want to. You two glared at each other, both of you daring the other to make the first move, your faces inches apart.

"Yo, are you two gonna fight or fuck!" Someone yelled, making the people snicker around you. The comment made your jaw clench, the idea of sleeping with Rafe of all people absolutely revolting.

"Sorry, I don't do charity work," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch. You'd definitely have to ice them as soon as you got out of here, but you were determined to not show weakness in front of Rafe.

"Trust me, even if I was desperate enough to fuck a pogue, it wouldn't be you," he rolled his eyes, though his ego took a little hit at your words. He wasn't used to being rejected by women, especially not Pogues, and especially not in front of a crowd.

Your fists balled up, opening your mouth to fire back a comment before Kiara grabbed your arm, tugging you away from him. "Let's just go. He's not worth it." You hesitated but nodded, knowing she was right. Topper was probably gonna run off and tell his mom about the fight, so it was in your best interest to get out of there without any more altercations.

"Yeah, that's right, run off!" He called after you, a victorious smirk on his face as he watched you retreat. It took everything in you not to turn around and punch that look off his face, but you somehow managed.

"This isn't over, Cameron," you spat, holding up your middle finger as you and Kiara helped JJ up and out of the crowd toward The Twinkie, which already had John B in the driver's seat.

Neither of you would get over this, and you both knew it

notes .ᐟ and so began the mean!pogue!reader and rafe rivalry... not edited again 🙈

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