#Disrespectfully you all suck

[commander-diomika]

Ahh, another fandom, another day, another first wade into the tags to block every single person writing X Reader fics.

[rs-hawk]

Kinkmas: Day Three

The Yeti

You’ve always hated camping. Actually, hating it is an understatement. You loathe it. Whoever invented camping can go get fucked, disrespectfully. However, when the rest of your Sorority Sisters beg you to go with them because they want to do “bonding” over Winter Break, you don’t feel like you have much of a choice. With a groan and constant complaining, you reluctantly go with them.

You all have your own tent, which you comment on how that really makes no sense if this is supposed to be a bonding thing, but they tell you even for bonding you need privacy. You’re annoyed, mad, cold, and now kind of scared as the night is coming and they put out the fire because no one is going to stay up with it. You want to offer to, but you’re also too scared to be out of the tent by yourself.

You have a fitful sleep, so when you hear a twig break outside, of course it wakes you up. Your mouth feels dry, and you’re shaking in your sleeping bag. Part of you wants to call out to see if it’s one of your Sisters, but you’re scared of the possibility that it’s not. So, you stay huddled in your sleeping bag, staring at the front of your tent, trying to make out any shape.

You feel relieved when you see that it does look like a humanoid figure. However, that doesn’t last long when you realize how large it is. Your mouth goes dry again, and tears prick your eyes. You purposefully picked the most secluded place. No one else should be out this far.

The figure makes its way to you, and before you could cry out, your tent is ripped open. Before you stands a giant creature with long, white hair, and a soft blue tint to its dark skin. You swallow hard when you see a large cock hanging between its-his- legs, and quiver when you notice it hardening as it regards you.

The creature grabs you, tossing you over his shoulder and covering your mouth with one of his large hands. In a matter of moments, you’re far from the campsite, and approaching a cave. You start squirming, trying to escape the grasp of this thing, but to no avail. You get thrown down on a bed-like nest, your sleeping bag ripped off of your body as the creature shoved a finger down your throat.

You gag and drool around it as you try to push it away, but it’s no use. The creature rips off your clothing the same way he did your sleeping bag, and before you realize it, he shoves another of his large fingers inside of you.

You whine and squirm, trying to escape it. It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and him moving it impossibly slow is still painful. The finger in your mouth pushes deeper, making you audibly gag. That’s when the creature seems to take a bit of care with you. He takes his finger away from your mouth, letting you take deep, greedily breathes.

“Please,” you pant, trying to push his hand away from you. “Stop.”

Of course, he does no such thing. Instead he pushes you down, his fat tongue licking down your neck before he begins to lick and suck on your nipples. Unable to help yourself or stop it, you whine in pleasure. The creature, which you finally recognize as a Yeti from stories, seems to take this as encouragement. The finger inside of you quickens it’s pace as he licks and sucks on your nipples, using his other hand to hold you against him. Your slick finally makes it easier for him to move deeper inside of you.

You let out a chorus of repressed and reluctant moans as he moves inside of you and pleasures you. As much as you hate to admit it, it feels amazing. He starts making his way down your body again, and his large mouth is sucking on your clit. You yelp, bucking your hips against him.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

You groan and whine, panting again as you approach your orgasm. However, just as he’s about to put you over the edge, he stops. You’re about to move to finish it yourself when he buries his massive cock inside of you. A cry bubbles up from your throat as he stretches you impossibly wide, his cock bullying directly into your cervix. You can feel his precum leaking into you as if coating your womb for his cum. You start begging him to stop. It’s too much, but he either doesn’t understand you or doesn’t care.

He repeatedly bullies his cock into your cervix, ramming into you enough to show an imprint of his cock in your stomach. He flips you over, shoving your face into the nest and making him feel so large you feel like you’re going to be split in half. You’re still on the edge of your orgasm, despite all this, so when he starts playing with and teasing your clit, you cum almost instantly. You tighten around his cock, drawing it somehow deeper into you. You grunt and whine as you spasm around him, gripping the nest under you.

In only a matter of moments, he cums deep inside of you, pumping you full of thick ropes of cum. Enough that it spills out of you, but he doesn’t stop. He moans and growls, cramming his cock as far as he can inside of you. All you can do is lay there and take it, and hope that after this, he takes you back to camp.

[izvmimi]

cw: smut, minors dni. brat!reader. angry sex that turns soft. not really infidelity but a little targeted flirting on the part of reader. female anatomy for reader. f! receiving oral. penetrative sex.

“You’re getting way too good at getting on my damn nerves.”

The door to your hotel room is barely closed by the time he starts his tirade, but neither of the Itoshi brothers are particularly known for having any type of manners, and the current state of affairs is that you’ve successfully pissed Rin off the entire night. It doesn’t help that Rin’s kind of a crybaby, and his beautiful eyelashes line red-rimmed eyes right now; in fact his whole face is red from embarrassment, and as you kick your high heels off, he’s glaring at you with aggravation, hands balled into fists.

“So?” you ask flippantly, turning to him with a flourish in your satin, form-fitting dress that seems to practically mock him. You don’t intend to spin that joyfully but it works for you tremendously. After all, Rin takes himself far too seriously and it’s your God-given task to cut him down to size. Flirting with his brother - well, barely so - has worked wonders for you. Rin is now so hot he’s practically ripping his shirt off at the collar as he tries to loosen it, and you plop onto the king sized bed in practical glee. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve provoked him like this and it works every time.

You don’t have to do much. Just a few heavy lidded glances in Sae’s direction, a little too much interest in whatever the asshole has to say, letting your eyes linger on his drink then on the curve of his lips for a little too long, shrugging when Sae disrespectfully asks you, right in front of his brother, if you’re willing to spend time with an actual athlete before declining.

There will be a point in time where Sae’s advances towards you result in his face drenched in sweetened alcohol, but for now, when Rin’s waffling about how much you mean to him despite being desperate for your attention, keeping you on his arm for event after event, you don’t have to be his ride-or-die.

But you can ride him. 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to prove but if you keep fucking playing with me, you’re going to end up biting off more than you can chew.”

He’s a lot of talk and a lot of energy as he tears off your panties, but he’s the one with his face shoved into your folds just moments later, sliding his tongue up and over and along every part of you, lapping up your cream like milk, drinking up your squeals and moans like sweet ambrosia. His arms are practically wrapped around your lower half, dragging your hips up to his face as he sucks and swallows, spitting on your clit the lesser half out of disgust, the greater half out of sheer desire. Face still covered in your slick, and practically drooling, he takes your lips in his mouth again and kisses fervently, pulling your leg around his waist as he descends on you.

“Stop acknowledging him,” Rin hisses. Your back arches as his cockhead presses first against your entrance, missing first before he re-steadies and slips inside you, biting your lower lip as they pull back in a wince. Your fingers claw into his bare back as he claims you, a shudder leaving his throat as he nestles inside you, warm, inviting, his, oh so necessarily his.

“Stop worrying about him,” you hiss back. “Focus on me.”

Your eyes narrow as they meet, but he’s softening as you look at him. The first few strokes into your center are fast, harsh, quick in the snap of his hips, but the next ones, with his eyes slowly filling with adoration as he watches your reactions, the scrunch of your face and the lust in your eyes as they roll back, are slow and tender. 

“Focus on me,” he whispers now as he rolls his hips against yours. “Be mine.”

Be mine, be mine, be mine. He kisses your neck, marking you with each press of the lips, each squeeze of his fingertips on your flesh, and he wishes you would scratch and claw your name into his skin if only it means he’s definitely yours and only yours and you’re only his, forever.

[heizlut]

Hi hello ! I just read you Yhan smut and gosh that was the hottest thing I ever read! I can't help but to think about Yhan and, not only how, he could handle me (you?, us? AHAHA) and even how his cock is big and girthy, ngl, I'm a whore for some FICTIONAL, old, COCK and I'd like to suck Yhan one. ANYWAY....I POPPED IN JUST TO SAY THAT I LOVED THE SMUT. CHEF'S KISSES !!! 🤩💞

omg hi!!!! i’m so glad i’m not the only one simping for this hot beefy older man😮‍💨 i literally cannot get enough of him jsjsjsjs i’ll make this a part two for my original post!

Need Somebody Older (part 2)

ꕀ cw: none this time

ꕀ tags: sub fem!reader, daddy dom!yhan, daddy kink, manhandling (hehe), oral f+m!receiving, age gap (15 yr difference), standing 69, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, slight degradation

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

About a week had passed since everything changed between you and Yhan. In private, he treated you like his little princess while he fucked you oh so disrespectfully, all while cooing sweet, teasing words in your ear.

In front of others, you remained as flirty as ever while he tried to retain his gruff and strict mannerisms towards you, not wanting to reveal his risqué relationship with you.

That was until you had the utter audacity to call him daddy in public...

You beam up at him after one of your usual training sessions in the simulator (one that didn't end in defiling the space like last time), finally able to use your new gauntlets under his guidance, "That was a good session, daddy~"

Yhan freezes, eyes quickly glancing around as other people walked by before he grabs your upper arm and leans down towards your ear.

The calmness in his voice is eerie and you knew you fucked up, "You're real damn lucky no one heard that, babydoll... I'm off at 6 and if your pretty little ass isn't back here waiting for me, you'll really be in for double the punishment." Your demeanor flips a switch, heading straight into your submissive mindset as you nod.

Satisfied with your answer, Yhan releases you and straightens back up with a quick tilt of his head towards the exit of the area, "Get moving then." You give him a playful salute as you leave, making him roll his eyes. Gods, you really push his buttons, but he really can't seem to get enough of you.

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Hours pass and you head back to where you agreed to meet Yhan, dressed so cute in a pretty pink sundress and makeup that has you looking like the sweetest little thing.

Something about being with a man so much older than you had you acting even more feminine than you ever would have before, not that Yhan was complaining. You made him feel like he was young again with the way you acted.

His tired eyes trail over your approaching form, breath hitching in his throat as his expression softens ever so slightly. But only for the briefest moment before hardening his gaze, reminding himself you were in for a punishment tonight.

Yhan meets you halfway, trying so hard to stay strict with you as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, "Don't go looking at me all sweet, babydoll. It's not gonna change my mind."

You huff a breath, feigning disappointment when really your pussy was already getting wet thinking about what he had in store for you. At your huff, Yhan sighs deeply before placing his hand on the small of your back, directing you to keep walking.

It was a simple gesture that anyone outside of the relationship would view as fatherly, but you both knew otherwise.

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The second Yhan has you in his home, he grips your jaw and pushes you up against the wall. Your glossy lips part in a soft gasp at the action. A stern look crosses his features and his voice is low and gruff, "You know better than to call me that in public, sweetheart."

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you squish your thighs together, "I'm sorry, daddy..." Yhan scoffs, tightening his grip on your jaw before leaning down inches away from you, "Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time." He releases your jaw, his calloused hand trails down your neck til it reaches your breasts covered by the soft material of your dress.

You squirm under his touch and his heated gaze, letting out a soft whine when he squeezes one of your covered breasts in his large hand. A growl vibrates through his chest as he squeezes a little tighter and pushes you further against the wall.

A whimper escapes you at the actions, fingers gripping onto the material of his shirt as you plead softly, "Daddy..." The corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a smirk before both hands trail down your curves, fingers toying with the hem of your dress, "Mmm, don't think playing sweet with me will get you out of trouble, babydoll."

Your cunt aches with need, desperate for his touch. When his hands finally trail up to your ass, he lets out low groan when he finds you bare for him. He gives it a harsh slap before lifting up you dress, exposing your wet pussy.

Yhan's fingertips lightly run over your slit, teasing over your clit and careful not to apply any of the pressure you were so needy for. A wicked grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in your squirming reactions. "You think you can just walk around like this?", he demands, his rough fingers dipping between your folds to feel just how wet you are, only to pull away.

Your breath hitches at the sudden absence of his light touch, body trembling with anticipation and need. A whimper slips past your glossy lips as you try to follow his retreating fingers with your hips. "Daddy... Please...", you beg, squeezing your thighs together in frustration, "I need you..."

His gruff laughter rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends tingles straight to your soaked cunt. "Oh, you do, do you?", he teases before his stern demeanor returns, "This is a punishment, sweetheart. You'll do what I tell you and take what I give you." Yhan leans in close, his facial hair scratches against your soft cheek as he whispers, "On your knees. Now."

You swallow hard, glancing up at him before nodding. Slowly, you sink to your knees in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. Yhan's eyes roam over your submissive form, taking in every detail of his pretty baby on her knees for him. He reaches down, caressing your cheek gently, "Good girl..."

Yhan undoes his belt, dropping it to the floor with a metallic clink. His eyes never leave yours as his fingers unbutton his pants and lower the zipper, pushing his pants and briefs down. His girthy cock springs free, fully erect and throbbing with need. Pre-cum glistens on the tip, a clear indication of just how utterly affected he is by you.

He gives his cock a few lazy strokes before smearing his tip across your lips, smudging your lip gloss, "Show me how sorry you are. Suck it." Your heart flutters in your chest as you open your mouth, your lips wrapping around the tip. You moan softly as the taste of his pre-cum mixes with the strawberry flavor of your smeared lip gloss, tongue swirling around the head as you suck gently.

Yhan groans above you, head tilting back as his fingers sink into your hair, guiding your movements. His grip tightens as he forces his cock deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water from the sudden force, unable to pull back.

You do your best to relax your throat to accommodate his length as he fucks your throat. The pace isn't brutal, but deep and slow. Every now and then, you swirl your tongue around his shaft or flick it over his sensitive underside.

Each time he bottoms out in your pretty little mouth, his coarse pubic hair tickles your nose and he grunts loudly. His cock throbbing as you struggle to take what he gives you.

Yhan's eyes take in how much you squirm, so desperate for his touch as your arousal drips from your aching cunt and onto the floor below you. A lazy smirk plays on his lips and he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You're such a sight to see; eyes all watery and lips all wet with a trail of saliva that connects with the tip of his flushed cock before it breaks.

"Stand up", he commands, eyes full of primal lust for you. You stand on shaky legs that tremble with desire as you look up at his rugged features. One hand reaches out, tugging at the material of your pretty pink dress, "Strip for me, babydoll." Slowly, your fingers hook onto the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor.

Yhan takes in your almost bare form, hungry eyes locked on the lacy white bra that holds the tits he's so fond of. His breath hitches when you unhook it, letting it slip down your arms and to the floor. Your breasts bounce slightly as they're freed from their confines, nipples already hardened from anticipation.

He takes off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His muscles ripple as the cool air of the room hits his rugged body, scarred from battles of the past. Your eyes practically roll back at the sight, drinking in the view of his broad, hairy chest and trailing down to the happy trail that leads to the coarse hair on his pelvis above his throbbing cock.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Yhan takes a step towards you, his cock bobbing with its own weight. The musk of him is intoxicating as it floods your senses. His large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hardness presses against your belly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a rough kiss.

Your mind goes blank as Yhan explores your mouth with his tongue, tasting every inch of it while one hand travels up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rubbing over your pert nipple. The combination of his taste and touch sends sparks shooting through your body. You whine softly, chasing after his lips when he pulls back slightly.

Heavy breaths fan over your lips as he speaks softly, "Don't think your punishment is over yet, sweetheart..." With a quick motion, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you upside down with practiced ease as you squeal. The tip of his cock presses against your lips as you cling to his hips.

Yhan chuckles, holding you firm in his strong grasp as he takes a good look at the soaking pussy exposed to him, "You're lucky I want a taste of this sweet cunt." His words send jolts of arousal through you, your dripping cunt only inches away from his mouth. Yhan's hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh, making your wet hole twitch. Suddenly, he dives in, licking roughly at your soaking slit.

Your mouth opens in a sweet moan as he devours you hungrily. His tongue delves into your tight hole, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon.

Yhan takes advantage of your parted lips and thrusts forward, shoving his cock into your hot mouth yet again. He groans into your pussy as your lips wrap around his length, tongue licking at the head.

The vibrations from his groan and the stubble of his facial hair against your cunt adds another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.

Feeling your mouth stretch around his girth, Yhan grunts, his hips bucking involuntarily. He pushes deeper into your mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls pushing against your nose.

Yhan's tongue continues its assault on your dripping cunt, flicking over your sensitive clit as you squirm in his grip. He sucks on your folds, teasing your opening with his rough tongue.

The mix of your sensations is almost too much- the taste of your tangy sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your arousal, and the warmth of your mouth and throat enveloping his cock.

Your throat works overtime, trying to accommodate his size. Your gag reflex kicks in, sending shivers down your spine as he bottoms out in your throat.

Despite the discomfort, there's a strange satisfaction in being able to take your man's whole length. Yhan lets out a husky groan, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you swallow him down.

His movements grow more frantic, his thrusts become harder and faster. Drool pools at the corners of your stretched mouth. It's disgustingly lewd, but it drives both of you wild. You tighten your lips around his girth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him greedily as he fucks your throat.

Yhan's moans grow louder, adding to the lewd ambience of wet squelching and gagging. Your cunt clenches around nothing, juices flowing freely as he laps and sucks at your swollen clit, desperate for release.

Unfortunately for you, Yhan pulls out of your mouth as he ceases his attack on your pussy, adjusting his grip on you as he puts you back upright.

Hungry eyes take in your pathetic face, mascara smeared and lips glistening. A wicked grin spreads over his features, "Aww, did my babydoll wanna cum?~"

You pout, eyes all glossy and cunt soaking wet, "Daddy....", you whine. Yhan rolls his eyes before walking over to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread and cock twitching against his abdomen.

Your eyes trail after him and he pats his thigh, "Come here." You obediently go to him, straddling his lap as your cunt rubs against his length. Yhan grips your hips, halting your movements as he clicks his tongue in disapproval, "Such a needy slut I have..." You whine at his degradation, desperate to provide your aching clit with some friction.

His hand slaps your ass, making you yelp and arch your back. The arch exposes your breasts a little more, a view Yhan could certainly appreciate. He squeezes your hips, a subtle warning to listen up. "If you wanna cum, you're gonna do all the work", Yhan's tone is firm as his eyes captivate yours.

"Yes, daddy...", your voice is soft as you sit up, lining his tip up with your wet hole. Slowly, you sink down on his cock as your pretty features screw up in pleasure, his cock stretching you out so deliciously. You grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you begin to ride him.

Your rhythm is slow at first, rolling your hips as you fuck yourself on his cock. Yhan's hands trail up from your hips, over your curves and settling on your bouncing breasts. His rough fingers run over your pebbled nipples, pulling and pinching as your walls clench around him in response.

You quicken your pace, riding him with more urgency as his dick hits the deepest parts of you. You're brought closer and closer to the edge each time you lower onto his cock, "Fuuuck.... Your cock is so deep...", you mewl.

Yhan lets out a breathy grunt as he continues to tease your nipples, "You gonna cum on daddy's cock, babydoll?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, his words pushing you ever closer to your peak.

Yhan smirks, gripping your hips once again, his voice low and husky with desire, "Then cum for me." Without warning, he thrusts up into you, hard. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum", he growls, head thrown back against the couch cushion and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

Your orgasm rips through your body as he fucks up into you. Your cunt clenching impossibly tighter around his girth, spurring on his own release as your juices soak his cock. A primal growl rips from his throat as he reaches his limit, hands squeezing your hips and the muscles of his legs tensing.

Hot ropes of thick cum coat your insides as his cock pulsates within you, hips bucking involuntarily as you both ride out your highs. You collapse against him, breasts pressed up against his hairy chest as you bury your face in the crook of his.

Heavy panting is all that can be heard as Yhan hold you close against him, his cock softening inside of you and not yet ready to leave the depths of your heat.

He presses a little kiss to your temple as his fingers run through your hair in a soothing manner, "Are you sorry for earlier, sweetheart?", he coos. You nod against him, too tired to even lift your head. "Yes, daddy...", your voice comes out so soft, making his heart clench in his chest.

He lets out a deep breath as he keeps you close, "You have no idea what you do to me..."

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a/n: this was long as fuck (almost as long as Yhan's girthy cock🥴)

[chrollohearttags]

did the girlies move on from zeke or not cause i’m jumping on the thirst train 🚂 (it’s something about the jaegers chile… i’m telling you)

i’m just thinking about the MEAN mating press zeke would put you in 🧎🏾‍♀️like you’ll be telling him you’re not flexible then five minutes later your knees are touching your ears like what happened omg-

ion know but we bout to wake it up cause I’m still very much there! 🤞🏾likeee they’re both fine (and freaky) as hell but that zeke? Oh that’s a nasty ass mf, I’m telling you! Imagine thinking he’s gonna hear that shit. Ezekiel will wear you out and not care.

content warning: mating press cause hello, spit kink, foot play, vibrator use, bulging and size kink, finger sucking, spreader bar used, slapping, rough sex

zeke has a nasty habit of always pushing you past your limits. He managed to do things in bed that no other man has ever been able to do. Or rather..allowed to! No matter how toxic he was because the dick was always top tier. Who else would you let come over in the late hours of the night, throwing you onto your own couch; legs pinned back to the top of the couch as he ate you out. Sucking sloppily on your clit and spitting on it so disrespectfully..begging you to fuck his tongue as he buried it deep within your cunt.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bend my legs back that far? The fuck is wrong with you? Gonna make me catch a cramp..”

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t act like you can’t take it.”

something he’d prove to be true when he took you to the bedroom, where dispelled any talk of you not being able take it. Flat on your back with his frame towering over you and a spreader bar parting your ankles. In his hand was a vibrator wand, lying on top of your clit and inside of you was his thick cock, pressing into your skin..thanks to the incredibly rough fucking that was ensuing. The bed frame was rocking and beating against the wall and you two were making so much noise, you were certain your neighbors would be filing a complaint.

“Oh God…yes, stretch this pussy!”

clawing your nails into his arms and back, tapping at his abs to fein him off as you stained them with your sweet juices after yet another nut. But that wasn’t doing a bit of good. As he was buried to the hilt in that tight little entrance. Swollen balls slapping against your asshole. All he could do was laugh because he was going to have his way and not come up out of that pussy until he damn well felt like it! Your eyes would meet in a furious gaze; the two of you fucking as if you absolutely hated each other. And maybe that’s why it was always so goddamn good!

“Begging me to keep fucking you but pushing me away? Make up your mind, baby.”

“You’re a real man, make me take that dick. Unless you’re scared.”

and little did you know the dormant fire that you had set ablaze inside of this man! He’d double down on those strokes, turn the speed up higher on that toy and keep pounding you until he was damn near burrowed over your body. He made it abundantly clear that he was going to break you and breed you, even if it took all night. “Testing me—I swear you love trying my goddamn patience. But I’ll show you..” patting your cheek with heavy slaps and even shoving his fingers into your mouth, only after spitting down into it.

“You’re my slut. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this. Don’t forget it.”

[shotmrmiller]

i almost got carried away at the end.

18+mdni minor smut-ish.

Simon loves to use toys with you and then some.

Simon doesn't care about using toys with you. Bullet vibrator? He'll lay it flat and circle your clit with it as he folds you in half. He'll never pressure you into anal but if you want a plug, he'll buy you a glass one with a pink heart crystal at the base. He pulls on it while you're on your knees, just stimulating that ring of muscle. A little rose clit suction? He uses that on you specifically while sitting between your legs and watching you, pumping two thick fingers of his, curling into your g-spot.

"Is that it, eh? Look at that face, sweetheart, you're goin' cross-eyed" he lets out a hiss, "You gonna come? I can feel how tight you're squeezin' my fingers. S'alright, I got you." and he'll shift to get on his knees, removing the toy and using his own mouth to suck instead, and your fingers pull on his hair as you moan out your climax, rutting your pussy against his mouth as he dips his tongue into your hole to swallow your sweet nectar.

He'll even buy a cock ring with a vibrating bunny ear clit stimulator, and make you cockwarm because he wants to watch you squirm and rut yourself against it, your cunt leaking down to his balls, dripping onto the bed. The occasional grind, deep inside of you, but he doesn't move past that. He'll wait out 3 orgasms of yours with his cock in you before thrusting a couple of times, too far gone, and spurts ropes of thick cum inside (his pleasure is yours which is why he doesn't last very long during this)

But the one thing he won't budge on is dildos. And if you bring up how you really want to try DP, he'll use a plug of different sizes, just to test it out. If you are very sure you want it, he'll offer to bring in a friend. He trusts them with his life, and he knows they'll never hurt you, he knows they'll stop if you use the safe word, no ifs ands or buts.

Price: You sure about this, Simon? A'right, I'm honored that you trust me with your wife this intimately. <- says this then disrespectfully fucks you, lying down with you on top, kissing you like you're his wife and sucks love bites on your neck as Simon takes you from behind.

Johnny: Really? Bonnie said tha'? Count me in, then! I hae always wondered wha' she tasted like. She willnae regret it. <- complete unhinged fucking like he wanted you for himself, definitely asks to take your pussy because he wants to feel the entrance to your womb, secretly wishing you'd give him some bairns. 2 minimum.

Kyle: That's quite the offer. If she's absolutely sure, as are you, I'll take you up on it. She's a pretty little doll, can't say I'm not considering myself lucky. <- this man will spit in your mouth and make you fuck yourself on his cock because if you want it, then you gotta take it. He's watching you fuck yourself stupid on him and all he can think of how you're an absolute vision— something his dreams are made of.

[infamous-if]

"The ROs are fully fleshed people (well, I hope) with their own thoughts and feelings" (i would like to clarify ahead of time, idt you should put up w it)

i think that because the ROs are their own people with thoughts and emotions, and that this doesnt revolve around MC because the ROs have their own actions, people start to think that their MC is a loner because they see the other characters super put together (um. as they should, its chapter two??) and this makes people feel bitter/annoyed because they feel like since they control everything abt MC, that MC is a loser because they dont APPEAR to be as composed as the other ROs and characters are, and it pisses them off (which sucks because, how lame can u be? its literally the second chapter. do people break down crying to you at ur second week of friendship? no babe, they dont)

so, in short, you write your OC's so well that when the other people get to compare the ROs to MC, they feel like MC's a loser because they know ALL of MC's feelings, and forget the ROs are their own people that ren't gonna relay all their thoughts and emotions out for MC

this is not meant disrespectfully <3 if it seems rude my bad

hahaha thank you. I realized that I think the root cause of most of the complaints? disappointment? comes from things that people would only know if we weren't in MC's POV. A lot of this is one-sided, because we don't know what the other characters are thinking. All we see is MC's inner turmoil so it makes it seem like MC is the only one struggling, which...I mean I showed that Rowan is going through his own inner struggle when they had their talk, so I did want to show that it's not just MC who feels a bit out of their depth.

The story is always going to feel biased or leaning a certain way because we're in MC's head. MC has no idea what the other people are thinking/feeling (aside from the POVs and even then, I have to sanitize it so I don't spoil the routes).

If people expect a power fantasy or a wish fulfillment story where the characters fawn over MC, please don't haha. I don't like those, and I don't like reading main characters who are perfect. MC is not the center of any of their worlds, and they have a lot of problems that MC has no idea about yet.

Once the romance starts, it'll be different obviously, and they'll start treating MC in a way we haven't seen before, but they're still their own people!

I think the only RO who thinks about MC to an extreme is Seven Lawless....surprise surprise.

It wasn't rude at all! Very insightful and you're right! ^^

[muwapsturniolo]

bitch why the fuck do you repost everything? i read it and get confused on why you wrote it but reposted it yourself, stop reposting shit!!

I woke up to fucking pee at 3:11 am and now I gotta cuss somebody out.

So lemme get this straight….you’re mad because I repost fics or whatever the hell I can repost, on an app where you are suppose to repost?🤨🤨🤨 hoe gtfo my face with this stupid ass shit. This literally is the whole point of tumblr. And fuck you mean you get confused as to why I write it? Bitch it’s all fanfic! If I did write it what the fuck you gonna do about it? You mad cuz what I’ve been reposting hasn’t been smut? You mad cuz I’m reposting other writers works? And if you telling me to stop reposting, I really hope to whatever fucking god or spirit you believe you not out here reposting shit either.

Disrespectfully, shut the fuck up and suck my dick hoe!

[chaotic-mystery]

You’re DBF vs. BFD comparison now has me feigning over almost getting caught

(A/N: disrespectfully I would do anything to almost get caught with dbf! Joel)

Moaning and panting echoed from the kitchen, spilling into the empty rooms around the house. Your face was cheek down against the cold kitchen counter, your panties around your ankles. “I missed you so much baby” his words muffled against your back as he buried himself deeper inside. “Fuck, darlin I can feel you squeezin’ my cock. Did ya miss how hard I fuck you, hm? Miss how good I make you feel, baby?” He let out a low groan as he stood up and wrapped an arm around your waist and slid his hand down.

You whimpered and squirmed under him as he played with your clit, begging him for more through gritted teeth. “You like that baby doll? Like when play with that pretty lil pussy when I fuck you?” He pulls your shoulders back to stand you up and turn you around as he lifts one of your legs up, repositioning himself at your entrance. He slips in and he moans your name with a slew of curse words following.

“I wanna see that gorgeous face when you cum for me sweetheart. I wanna see how I break you” he muttered before pressing his lips against yours, maneuvering his tongue into your mouth. He let your face go after a few more sloppy kisses and you laid back against the counter, your lower back arching perfectly with the curve of the ledge. He pushed your shirt up completely and exposed your breasts, running his hand all over you and your nipples. Joel pinched the hard buds and you giggled softly, eyes closed in pure bliss. You reached out and dragged your nails down his chest, whimpering and wanting more. “Joel, I missed you so badly. H-harder please I want you to ruin me.” he squeezed the pillowy breast in his hand as he thrusted harder into you, when suddenly you both heard the back door opening to the house. “Honey? Ya still here?” Your dad called out down the hallway. “Y-yeah I’m in the kitchen!” Your voice was shaky as you tried to collect yourself.

He quickly took you off the counter and pulled his pants up, your shorts not getting buttoned as your dads footsteps got closer. You turned to your now cold dishwater where you originally were before Joel came in and started fondling you.

Joel sat on the stool you were just getting fucked on, when your dad came in dripping in sweat and covered in grass. “Joel, buddy the hell you doin here?” Your dad chuckled and shook Joel by his shoulder. “Jus’ in the neighborhood thought I’d come see what you were up to, but you were out mowin, figured I’d wait til you were done” you rinsed off a plate and set it in the strainer, fighting a smile because you knew the real reason why Joel didn’t go see him out back. He was too busy getting his cock sucked, you thought to yourself. “Well I hope she was bein a good host to ya at least!” Your dad joked as Joel nodded, “Oh she was, don’t worry.” You dropped a coffee mug in the strainer and turned to the men behind your back, making some stupid joke about it being slippery. “Let me go wash up and then we can talk, give me ‘bout 15 minutes, k?” Joel patted his back with a grin and your dad went upstairs, you instantly looked at Joel.

The water to the shower turned on and Joel patted his lap, hooking his thumb on his belt buckle. “Come ’ere baby, let me finish what I started. I’ve got 14 minutes now.”

[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 17 — SHOWER SEX

PAIRING: beomgyu x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, possessiveness, marking, overstimulation, shower sex, usage of nicknames, a hint of fluff.

WC: 666 words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! I really hope that you like it! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated and happy! iloveyou all <3

If someone ever told you that Beomgyu would be rude to you then you would have laughed in their faces.

Choi Beomgyu was one of the sweetest boys you had ever come across, his smile was beyond beautiful and he looked at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. He was mischievous, not to mention how he was head over heels for you.

You never thought a day would come when Beomgyu would treat you disrespectfully.

You’d be lying to say you didn’t like it.

“You are mine. Do you understand it?” He spoke with such a deep voice, sending shivers down your spine.

You were pressed against the cold shower tiles, Beomgyu’s hands around your waist pulled you even closer to him, his torso pressed against your back. Your mind had stopped working the very moment he got into the shower with you, turning you to face him, his hand on your neck tightening as he spoke with his lips brushing against yours.

He was your roommate, with whom you had hooked up a few times, enough to call your relationship a friends ‘with benefits’ one. Somehow, midway your fucking sessions, he had grown to develop some feelings for you, the same one which he poured out once you got home from the get together.

He wasn’t pleased to see you get cozy with your ex, laughing at his words and giving him a hug. It should have been normal, considering how you had a mutual breakup, however, to Gyu it was something that made him jealous for the very first time.

And he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“G—Gyu! I’m yours,” you screamed out, bodies wet with the shower turned on, warm droplets of water caressing your body.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear, baby,” he smirked, spreading your legs with one hand, pressing his cock against your back as he kisses your bare shoulder, sucking and biting it hard enough for it to bruise and form marks.

He chuckles when you try to grind against his fingers which so teasingly played with your wet folds, a sigh leaving your mouth as he roughly shoved his fingers inside your pussy, hands firm on your hips to support your figure.

You whined, “please fuck me, mark me and do everything you have to! I belong to you and you only!” You screamed out in desperation, he had been teasing you for half an hour straight.

Your legs grew weaker, moans came out broken and Gyu loved every second of seeing you falling apart on his fingers, he didn’t let you breathe for even a second before he pushed his dick inside of you, overstimulating your clit by rubbing it alongside.

The shower made everything sloppier, which you found to be hot, especially when Gyu kept on calling you such filthy names, making you clench around him helplessly.

Your head tossed back at the feeling, resting on his shoulder before he wrapped his arm around you in a secure manner, fucking you faster with a groan leaving his lips.

Just when you were about to have your second orgasm, he slid his cock out of your pussy, turning you around and pushing your back against the wet tile wall, slamming his lips onto yours in a rushed and possessive kiss.

He pushed his cock into you once again, bottoming out and hitting your g-spot perfectly with how he kept his pace fast and steady, his lips on your neck yet again as he nipped on your skin.

You shake, moaning out his name as you reach your second orgasm for the night, eyes closed and lips bitten as Gyu filled you up with his cum, the water falling on you both as you breathed in hard.

“I’m never letting you go, you’re mine forever,” he spoke, eyes soft as he pulled you in a gentle kiss.

You smiled into the kiss, lips brushing against his as you confirmed.

“I’m your forever, Gyu.”

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[slasherscream]

black girl high femme reader request here 👄💅 can we get a black!reader who's aesthetic is super girly y2k w/ crazy ass boys gang. Maybe she's got a little attitude but is sweet w/ the boys?? Thank youuuuuu 🧡

A/N: oh god yes i LOVE y2k as a black girl and i want to do a fashion wardrobe reboot when i have the money, don’t care if it’s just a trend i love it

crazy ass boys gang + black!reader who loves y2k fashion

billy loomis: First off he loves brats, he really does. He doesn’t know what it is about that little attitude of yours but it gets to him. The way you dress is what first got him eyeballing you. If we’re being frank, how feminine you were made him think you’d be the perfect victim (problematic? uhm, yeah.) Local man who doesn’t know how to separate extreme attraction from his murderous urges please stand up. He started talking to you and decided he was going to go on a few dates with you first though. You’ve gotta know someone in order to make their nightmares come true when you’re killing them! But he fell in love with you instead >:((. He’ll be angry about that for a while, honestly.

josh washington: Thinks you’re a baddie. This is the highest compliment since he’s always around baddies. He can’t help it, it’s the natural order of things. He’s rich, funny, outgoing, and popular. He attracts hot people in droves. He’s only ever got eyes for you though. Thinks your attitude is well-deserved. If he looked half as hot as you he’d have an attitude too. Likes to watch you get ready when you two go out. Also likes adding new pieces to your wardrobe. The reward is watching you look so good (plus the kisses, those are great too.)

stu macher: He likes mean people so he peeps your attitude quickly and it makes him go ‘awooga’. You’ll assume it was your looks but no, it was your resting bitch face. He really likes your makeup. Loves it when you do a lip-liner and colored gloss look. Always chases you around trying to make out with you because he likes the shine of it getting smeared everywhere. Gets you a lot of accessories and designer things. You stay decked out in baby phat and baby phat equivalent. Also, he loves to match.

jd/jason dean: Isn’t that impressed with aesthetics. He’s been all around the country and observed all sorts of cliques. Still, he appreciates your dedication to one particular look. Bonus points if where you live no one else is doing it quite like you. If you’re not afraid to stick out, that will definitely grab his attention. Dressed to impress even though you’re just going on a quick snack run to 7/11? It makes him smirk. You’re a little high maintenance, and it’s not typically what he’d go for, but there’s something about your Queen Bee attitude that keeps him locked down forever. 

kevin khatchadourian: As disrespectfully as possible, he does not care ☠️. Secretly he does like that Eva hates the way you dress (she is ever so slightly prejudiced, if not ever so slightly full-on racist.) This is something you have in common as she also hates the way he dresses. Doesn’t like it when you give him attitude but doesn’t care how you treat other people at all. Probably prefers it when you’re mean to other people. The smaller your circle is the more time you have for him. Is noticeably kinder to you when you’re being sweet to him though, so keep eye-rolls and teeth sucking to a minimum for your own sake. 

nathan prescott: Tries not to be obsessed with you but he is. You make him froth at the mouth. He takes one look at you and demands you start hanging out with his crowd so he can always have you around but pretend he’s not that interested. You see right through him and probably ignore his ass, just for a laugh, just because you can. This makes him even worse and bruises his ego. He’ll break before you do and it won’t be particularly romantic but you can’t expect much when it comes to Nathan and romance. Gift giving isn’t so much his love language as it is a compulsion because he’s miserable at showing his affection any other way. Loves the way you look but is not confident enough in his taste to buy you clothes on his own. Throws his wallet at you and demands fashion shows once you get back from your shopping spree. Some of your date nights involve him just taking pictures of you and instructing you how to pose. It relaxes him. 

sebastian valmont: What’s better than one bad bitch? Two bad bitches. You two look so good together it’s sickening. You don’t match, but the opposing styles you have wind up looking very sleek side by side. He loves shopping and always pays for the trips. Will even get you two personal shoppers that will bring clothes to you so you can have “lowkey” dates at your mansion. You two are high maintenance together. Equally bratty. He loves that he can be bitchy with you but also loves that he can be sentimental and soft as well. Because of the circles he runs in, people have said one or two nasty things about you behind your back, like calling you a gold-digger. He has ruined more than a few people’s lives over these comments. Tells you about it too because he needs you to know he’ll take care of you in all regards. Romantic king. 

david mccall: You’re definitely not the first black girl he’s dated. He’s got “I regularly date black women” swag. He knows all the drills. Likes to spoil you rotten and get you to go soft for him. He likes your hard-ass persona too though. Parades you around because you’re literally the catch of the century. You two are attached at the hip because he’s toxic. There are no more girls only nights. He’s always playing body-guard. Upside, he looks hot when he’s staring people down for looking at you too long. You can always wear what you want because he’s always ready to fight. Sits and feeds you food while you get your nails and hair done and never complains no matter how long it takes. The only thing he does afterwards is fawn over the way you look and pay the bill. Again, he knows the drill. 

sparrow!ben hargreeves: Is very focused on appearances since he’s always lived in the limelight. He’s always put together so he needs a partner who is on the same wavelength when it comes to looking good. Knows you’re not dating him for his fame because you give nasty ass looks to the paparazzi whenever they interrupt dates. It honestly makes him laugh, which is hard to do. He loves your mean little attitude when it’s directed at other people. Do not get snippy with him or y’all will be yelling at each other anytime and anyplace. Apologizes to you with expensive gifts. You make him use his words anyways and it enrages him, but he’s addicted to you so he says he’s sorry through gritted teeth. (He thinks the thousands of dollars of Off-White clothes he got you should have sufficed as a “sorry” but he keeps his mouth wisely shut.)

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[agendabymooner]

baby said ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

"i'm not afraid of you being vulgar, but why are you so vicious?"

summary: lester and danny ARE NOT in love. OR go dumpster diving in the comments section of daniel and lester as they continue to love each other, disrespectfully <3 (and is danny serious about his proposal?)

content warnings: it's literally just danny and lester being messy in twitter and instagram (bit of thirst tweets incoming), brief use of explicit language, some shitty proposals because i don't know how relationship transitions work lol, simp!lester and simp!danny. maneskin members appearance in the comment section.

note: demon time but it's daniel ricciardo this time. just so you guys know, this series is not done in order. i'm just posting certain headcanons that i can come up with as my brain keeps functioning. by the way, have you checked out my toto wolff fic yet?

let me know what you think!!! enjoy xx

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ethaneskin wow loressandro hows it like being the hottest out of the two of you liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

danielricciardo please suck up to her on her page thx

loressandro i was going to say my boyfriend is actually hotter than me but nvm i guess 🙃

redbullracing she's a beauty she's grace 😇

scuderiaferrari she still wouldn't go to your paddock even if you say that to her face 😜

maxverstappen1 when she doesn't look like a hellhound for once 🤯

user1 and ur the one to talk 💀

loressandro i love u liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you should marry me

loressandro you should ask me in person

danielricciardo okay i'll see you tomorrow :)

loressandro okay safe trip :)

user1 mA'AM?

user2 y'all I-

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tillywolff omgggggg!!! congratulations mia cara!!!

landonorris let the ipad kid be the ring bearer 👉👈

danielricciardo try harder then maybe we'll allow it

charles_leclerc welcome to the fifth circle lester !! liked by loressandro

loressandro thanks! dante didn't disappoint at all!

user1 WE DIDN'T THINK HE'D ACTUALLY DO IT WTF

user2 danielricciardo bestie when you say shit like that online you wouldn't actually do it.

danielricciardo i like to fuck around and find out.

user3 lester allie? nah, rizz-ter rizziardo. liked by loressandro and danielriccardo

user4 rizzter arizzandro-rizzardo liked by loressandro

loressandro this one takes the cake.

ethaneskin wooohooooo i hope that 2015 ticket was worth it liked by danielricciardo

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redbullracing we'll hold the reception in our paddock

scuderiaferrari you're not the first to try and snatch our italian paddock princess from us

maxverstappen1 congratulations!

pierregasly getting my suit ready what's the dress code?

loressandro nobody said you were invited tho???

pierregasly your gift from me will be nothing but disappointment.

carlossainzjr so will you finally admit that you searched for her twitter username after seeing her at their eurovision performance?

loressandro what.

user1 daniel ricciardo you are F U C K E D big time lad

danielricciardo hahaha that was meant for our 20th anniversary tbfh sorry babe.

user2 that's a nice ring! is that the one that you stole from my grandma? that's in her will i think.

danielricciardo i promise i'll find a way to feed your family

user3 there was some grave robery thing going on in our city. weren't you here yesterday?

danielricciardo i dunno what you're on about...

landonorris i lost the twitch money in my bank account. it says there was a purchase from a jewelry store. didn't you ask if you could borrow my card the other day?

danielricciardo i already paid you back?

bonus !!!

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pierregasly you are so thirsty.

loressandro AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT MF

user1 i want her energy.

user2 i want the vibe that she gives.

user3 i want someone who'll hype me like her

user4 i want her.

danielricciardo oof same!

danielricciardo man i can't wait to smother my face with a neck pillow. liked by loressandro

user5 JAIL!!! PUT THIS MAN TO JAIL!!!

[chrollohearttags]

toxic!armin is the type of person that lacks values and a sense of responsibility. To him, he is always skating through life with no plan or pause..letting the chips fall where they may. Meaning, he also has little to no regard for others and their obligations. Something you learned quickly, once you began ‘dating’. Which was translation for him bumming around your house. “Arminnnn..oh my God—fuck.” “Yeah, I know. I know…this dick feels good, doesn’t it?” Nodding your head in response. Because at the moment, he had your leg hiked up on the bathroom counter; positioned in front of the mirror with a hand around your throat because you had just styled your hair as he fucked you from behind. Hitting it from the back, and killing your shit. Which is something you’d normally appreciate, seeing as how sex was all he was good for. But yet again, here he was getting you entangled in his nonsense. You had to be at work in less than thirty minutes and attending an important business meeting to boot. Having just gotten promoted and doing wonderful things. That meant nothing to him though..not when he was lying across the bed, still in his boxers as he aimlessly glared at the TV..watching you get dressed for the day. You couldn’t even make it to your outfit when he spotted that sexy black lace bra and panties and couldn’t resist his urges. Hoping to help you start your day off right by kneeling in front of you, making a trail of kisses down your stomach..not even bothering to take those panties off as he ate you out through the thin material. Nibbling and feasting at your soaked cunt as if he were a man starved. Sucking on that clit and reaching up to grope your breasts through the bra cups. “Baby…shittt! I don’t have time for thisss.” Drawing your moans out in whiny huffs. “You’ll be fine. Just a few more minutes, promise.” Letting those pretty blue eyes glare up at you. Not helping matters any when he started telling you how good you tasted or how much he loved you. Disrespectfully devouring your pussy before spinning you around to post up at the mirror. “I just want you to see how beautiful you look today.” Tugging those underwear to the side as he begged to only stick the tip in. Knowing it was a blatant lie, you went along with it anyway. Bouncing back and forth on his cock, impaled from those rough strokes. Having already made you come once..forming a puddle underneath your unsteady, trembling feet. “I’m gonna be so late messing with you…but you fucking this pussy so good!” Crying out for more as you clawed the marble countertop. Feeling that tip poke at your sensitive core..and just as you felt as if you were reaching yet another climax, Armin beat you to the punch. Releasing a loud cry and his load; housing it inside of your needy cunt. That’s when he’d lean forward and whisper to you..nibbling at your ear.

“Just wanted to send you off with something special, sweetheart. Have a good day at work.”

[ginsengkitten]

Cinnamon Girl by gingsengkitten

☆ Slash One-Shot

☆ Angst/Light Fluff

☆ A/N: Thank u to @d3vilstower for the idea! <3

Sorry if this is written jumpy, it’s just a one-shot so :P

☆ Synopsis:

Y/N decides to introduce her secret rockstar boyfriend to her high brow parents, and gets a rude awakening about love, power and corruption.

☆

Y/N didn't mean to make things difficult. She didn't mean to cause trouble. To upheave tradition, cause chaos. It seemed at every turn of her life, given the opportunity for the balanced structure laid out before her by her parents, and their legacy, her heart would lean in the opposite direction. This pattern followed her all her life.

While most people would kill for the wealth and stability that she came from, she would kill to escape it. The soulless, loveless game. Maybe that's why she first fell for Slash. Maybe it was just some silly escape. Or maybe it really was true love. The sleepless nights of stolen kisses, late night drives, the reckless thrill. Her parents would kill her if they knew the extent of their relationship. To them, slash was an invisible figure in her life. "Stacy" she’d tell them when she left the house. She knew lies were easier than the truth. They both knew that. But these days, the love seemed harder and harder to conceal. That's why tonight Y/N and Slash had planned to tell them. Right to their faces. Maybe they'd understand, maybe they'd just think the two were young dumb kids. maybe they'd get a heart attack and drop dead. Whatever the risk, it was one they both were willing to take for this.

-

"You've got this baby. We've got this." Slash gave Y/N a tender lingering kiss on the cheek, he saw her apprehension. She nodded and poked into the den where her parents sat pretentiously in front of the large fireplace.

"Momma, Daddy, I'd like you to meet someone very special to me." Y/N fiddled with her fingertips nervously. The reality was staring her down suddenly as her father looked up from his paper, peering over his spectacles. Y/N ducked around the corner and took Slash out by the hand. It was as if all the air was sucked out of the room in that instant. In that moment, they both knew, this was a mistake.

Her parents suddenly became alert and upright. Maybe Slash should have worn a button up or something? No, she didn't want him to change himself for this. They said nothing and the silence stung. Y/N smiled nervously. "Momma...Daddy.!" She pleaded politely for reply, a "don't be rude!" urgency in her voice.

"What a precarious name that is....slash...hm.."

"Yes he's a very talented musician mama, it's a nickname, all artists have them. In fact, he's in his own band-"

"I know who he is." Her father abruptly cut in. "You know....." He began as he stood up out of his chair. Seemingly towering over everyone in the room as he puffed his cigar- a crude judgmental look pierced through Slash.

He continued. "I met a man in a rock band once....Very curious man. Talented too." He walked slowly over to slash, obviously eyeing him down. "But the poor soul seemed drawn to the wrong crowd...." He came face to face with Slash, almost puffing cigar plume in his face disrespectfully so. ".....I didn't hear from him for years until recently! It was the craziest thing you ever did see. This talented, talented man-MUSICIAN, I see him laid up outside the Kmart off Santa Monica. Begging for two dimes to rub together. Poor sad soul really."

He continued his awful monologue

"I'm a music lover myself, slash. Oh yes. But obviously you know that's no career right? Of course you do!" He gives a boisterous false laugh. Y/N sank into herself completely in shock and horror.

"Daddy! Stop it!" Y/N yelped out angrily. She turned to her mother to look for support but only received an equally blank stare of disapproval. "Slash, it was lovely to meet you dear but I've got a crossword I'll be needing to finish before bed. Best you get going."

Y/N stared her parents down in disbelief at just how arrogant they were being. So cold and so rude. She huffed and grabbed slashes hand and stormed out. "Come on Slash. We're leaving."

"You take that girl out that door I'll have your sorry ass arrested for kidnapping!" Her mother screamed out immediately.

Y/N halted at the threshold. Slash stood on the front porch, waiting for y/n to join him. He looked at her longingly, seeing the hesitation in her eyes. She's just a girl. Could she really walk away like this from everything she knows? "Y/N...?" Slash uttered. Y/N continued her pause. "Slash- I - my uncle - he's the head of police."

"Y/N it doesn't matter!"

"Yes it DOES Slash he could arrest you without proof or anything!!!"

"Y/N please-" slash begged.

"You take that girl one step further I swear to god I'll have your name plastered all over the country!" Her father bellowed out as he followed behind into the the front foyer.

Y/N was torn. She knew the power her family held. They really could have him arrested. They could ruin him. Even over this. She stood in arrest in the doorway. Turning her head back and forth.

"He's TRASH Y/N you will NOT be leaving here with that boy!"

The hesitation confused Slash. To him, the decision was obvious. He didn't understand the extent of which her family could hurt him. Y/N hadn't considered this fact. She thought somehow she could get away with something she wanted like she had in the past. She was spoiled. They did give her what she wanted. Just not this apparently.

"Forget it." He dropped Y/N's hand and backed away slowly in hurt.

"Slash please. Please you don't understand!" She started to cry out.

"You ever show your face here again you'll be sorry." Her father barked out.

"Slash please-" her cry was weaker and defeated. Everything within her gave out. She clutched the door frame in tears as she watched him walk away. He didn't understand. How could he? He didn't know the world of old money and the twisted games of power that came with it. Y/N didn't understand the extent of it either-until tonight. She was in utter disbelief. "How could you?!" She turned to her parents in total anger. "How could you be so cruel?! You don't even know him! What do you know about love?!" She cried out angrily. Suddenly her mother slapped her across the face. Every stood in shock as Y/N held her face distraught. Y/N ran upstairs and locked herself away in her room.

-

It had been a month since she saw Slash. Each time she called, each time she drove by, no answer. Nothing. Was this for the best? Maybe it was best he was protected from her family?

Slash took an impromptu trip to LA, where he would spend the next month drowning in alcohol. Roaming his usual stomping grounds. 'He's TRASH!' Echoed in his head relentlessly. It could not have gone worse. Was that expected for a guy like him? Was this for the best? Maybe she did deserve better? Maybe it was for her own good that he didn't continue to throw off her life plan laid out for her so perfectly. Who was he to intervene in their family? Maybe he just needed to stick to what he knew best....

The two hearts yearning for each-other but the reservations of doubt planted harshly within them from that night kept them apart as designed.

Not hearing from Slash only furthered this doubt for Y/N. Fine, he didn't want to fight for her? Maybe he didn't really love her then....

That mixed with the added affirmations from her parents continued to dig at her. She became a shell. If it couldn't be Slash- then it didn't matter anyways. That's why about two months later, on the evening of her 20th birthday party, when an old family friend, Derek, had asked for her hand in marriage in front of all her friends and family in the ritz and eyes of her parents, she agreed. It was a thrill of a night for everyone except her. She played along but all she could think of was Slash over and over. But she had to let him go. He didn't want her anyways. He didn't fight. He walked away right? That was him. She relayed these white lies to herself daily to soothe her yearning and bring her back to the reality she now faced. Marriage.

Derek was a snobby aristocratic heir to a local fortune. He was semi tolerable and had the money and connections that mattered in a world like theirs. What was love for anyways? Did mother love daddy? Is this just how it worked? How it was supposed to be? Y/N blinked out of her usual trance to find herself perched up on the stand in front of the mirror at the bridal shop. The beautiful white gown falling down around her body.

"You look STUNNING!" All the girls squealed with glee. While they all fell over her, she let out a false grin, but she floated above herself, watching from afar. None of it felt right or real and yet here it was.

And at the exact opportune moment, as she appeared giddy with excitement, surrounded by a parade of women, slash had found himself accidentally watching it from afar through the large store window that displayed the show room. The unfortunate coincidence of timing in which he had decided to return to town. His voice caught in his throat. That solidified reality then and there. Something inside him fell apart completely. He didn't know that Y/N was being married off against her will. At the expense of being homeless and shunned by everyone she knew. That if she had tried to protect him. He didn't know the power struggle that had plagued her all her life. To outsiders it seems to simple. To him, it seemed so intentional. Seemed so.....clear.

-

That wouldn’t be the last time they met. Another month passed by and Slash would find himself stung frozen at the sight of Y/N as she sat perched, alone at the end of the bar. Well past midnight. Slash swallowed his pride at one last chance at her presence before he lost her forever. He sat himself down next to her. She lifted her gaze up and over to meet his face. Both their hearts frozen in time. Every emotion, every look, touch taste- all flooding back in an instant. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked. Y/N paused for a moment to ponder this offer. Bending boundaries in her head to make this seem okay. What was wrong with two old friends catching a quick drink? “Sure.” She accepted. The silence was thick. With so many things left unsaid, yet neither dared ruin things further with more irrelevant words. “Seen you around town.” He said. She stared forward. “Oh yeah?” She stared onward still, almost too afraid to face him. For if she looked too long, she feared she might feel every thing she’s tried so hard to forget. “Bird said you’re engaged..” he continued. Y/N stood firm but felt nauseous at that statement. “It’s true. I am.” She replied, dead in the throat. She took a swig of her drink. Slash eyed her sallow movements. Silence still heavied between each word.

“Is he good to you?” He almost begged to know. That stung. Y/N turned to face him. Face her fears. Slash never fought for this. He didn’t fight. He didn’t come back. While it would have been a real shit storm if he did, why didn’t he? “Yes, Slash. He is. He’s a gentleman, he’s - he’s diplomatic, he’s-“ slash almost chuckled at Y/N fighting to express her satisfaction for her fiancé. He didn’t buy it. “-and he’s rich-“ slash added. Y/N flustered at slashes jab remark. “Well- I mean- yes but that’s not important.” Y/N defended. Slash scoffed “ Oh please.” He rolled his eyes and sipped his drink. Tears welled in Y/Ns eyes. She knew he saw through her. She felt silly and fake.

“Does he make you laugh?” Slash asked seriously.

Y/N turned back to face him. Tears streaming down her cheeks. “He doesn’t make me cry.”

With that, She stood up, placed a small kiss goodbye on his cheek, and left. There she was-gone once more. Gone forever. It took him every bone in his body to not chase her down. He couldn’t. She didn’t want him anymore remember? Slash clenched his jaw, if he didn’t, his eyes would also well with tears that stung so harshly. He couldn’t allow himself to slip. He couldn’t indulge in his pain. It would be too much.

So he sat, and he sipped.

-

Another week passed and Y/N found herself staring again at the stranger in the mirror before her. Commotion around her, muffled to a high frequency pitch. Staring endlessly into herself. Maybe searching for some sort of understanding of this all. A veil is placed upon her head and she comes to. “Stunning. My stunning daughter.” Her mother teared up at the sight of her daughter on her wedding day. Beauty waterfalled from Y/N at every inch. Everything seeming so perfect, and yet, Y/N could barely muster the energy to stand up. When the soul grieves so deeply, it takes all the ounce of strength from the body. Leaving a lifeless vessel in its wake. A vessel, is what Y/N had become.

She stood, arm linked in her fathers. And suddenly from the dressing room hours earlier, she now felt her feet shuffling forward- down the aisle. Staring ahead. Almost through her husband to be. The crowd rising to her entrance. Light whispers and gasps of endearment. She looked so beautiful and yet, felt so ugly inside. All of this was wrong. With each step she took forward, the urge to collapse became stronger. She held back tears, to which any onlooker could assume were from happiness. The tears fell anyways. They begin streaming mascara down her cheeks. Why did this feel wrong? Why did this feel like she was walking to her grave? She reached to alter to which her father handed her to a prideful Derek. No tears fell from his face, in stark contrast, he couldn’t help but express a look of shock and slight disgust as he saw her face from behind her veil, revealing to all in sight a completely tear and makeup streaked face. “Are you-okay?” He whispered half heartedly. Y/N paused. It was happening again, she was floating outside her body, witnessing it all from above. And suddenly hearing herself shout

“RUN!”

“FUCKING RUN!”

Slashes face appearing in glimmers upon her fiancés face. A shock of lighting shot through her.

“I can’t-“ she whimpers out a dead small mumble. The priest and groom lean inward in a confused look. “Dear, what was that?” The priest requested.

“She’s uh- she’s just got the jitters! Poor girl.” Derek chuckled nervously speaking on her behalf.

“I- I can’t do this.” She repeated louder. Shaking her head she stepped backward. A buzzed confusion beginning to spread like wildfire through the room as the ceremony wasn’t starting.

“Excuse me?” Derek chuckled arrogantly.

“I don’t love you. Derek. I’m sorry. I have to go now.”

The silence of the room broken at the sound of the bouquet hitting the floor. Gasps erupting, but Y/N could only hear or see one thing, slashes face in her mind, and the door to the chapel. Chaos and confusion rips through the chapel, everyone stands at their feet, heads turning as they watched her sprint to the door. Y/N heaving, sobbing, gasping for air. She exited through the large wooden doors and the fresh air almost choked her itself. She let out a breathy laugh/sob/sigh of relief and sorrow. Not even calculating her plan of action, just feeling the sweet release of that room. Of all of this. She continued her way down the hallway, out the main door, sunlight bursting upon her. The air had never felt so cool and calm and crisp. She knew exactly now with full clarity where she needed to be. As she began her journey to what she wanted, she halted in shock to find it no more than feet in front of her. Slash sat parked in his convertible black Buick riviera, smoking on a cigarette. His face expelled equal shock as hers. A mere beat goes by before she catapults herself into the passenger seat.

“Drive!”

-

“Are we considered fugitives?” Y/N asked. Head rested on slashes chest as they slow danced in an empty dive bar off the highway. Her dress still enveloping her frame. Slash laughed and tilted her head up to look at him. “I’m not sure doll. Would you like to be?” He gave an earnest look of jovial seriousness. If that was her wish, so be it. Y/N let out a wide, devious grin and pulled his cigarette from his mouth, taking a puff from it. Slash held her face in his large hands tenderly, about to lean in,

“Yes. I think I’d like that.”

[billluver0124]

"Time is Running Out."

synopsis: After dealing with tom's manipulative behavior, y/n has enough; Leaving their relationship. But is it really that easy?

WARNINGS!! manipulative tom, verbal abuse and simple angst themes!

Imagine being controlled throughout your entire relationship; being told what to wear and what not to, you weren't allowed to go out with your friends because your boyfriend "doesn't trust you" even though you've done nothing to run their trust for you. But they get to go see the entire world because of their band while you are stuck at home, like a dog in its cage. That's exactly how y/n felt throughout her entire relationship with tom.

She felt like a puppet and he was the puppet master. he controlled every little thing she did. She couldn't go out unless it was with him. She couldn't wear what she wanted to because tom didn't want other guys to see her. He never showed her an ounce of intimacy in public, he only showed it at home, or showed none at all. And if she ever disobeyed tom's "rules", she'd have to deal with tom saying things like "you don't even care about me do you? if you truly loved me, you wouldn't do things like that" She began to grow tired and irritated from his frequent behavior. It was now time for her to go live her life, with or without tom in it.

Tom walks into the house, closing the door behind him. "I'm home." he says coldly. He doesn't hear a response back, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "y/n? where are you?" he yells, waiting to hear a response from her. She walks out of their bedroom, a suitcase in her right hand and her purse in the left; Her face cold and ungracious. "where the hell do you think you're going?" "i'm leaving" she says coldly, looking dead into his dark brown eyes. How could he be so beautiful, but so toxic?

He bursts out laughing, almost a menacing laugh. "you're funny, but now's not the time for jokes hon'." he mocks her, her grip on her suitcase becoming tighter as she walks closer to the door. But tom blocks her from doing so, "you don't just get to leave y/n, i'm not letting you bury us away" "yes i do tom, and i will." y/n places her hand on the doorknob before getting shoved to the ground. "you're not leaving me, got it?" he spats disrespectfully at her, but she doesn't get frightened. In fact she gets up and slaps him across the face, a stinging red hand marked tom's left cheek.

"You realize that you suck the life out of me right? you fucking exhaust me and i'm tired of being 'yours'. " she spat back at him, matching his vile energy. "where are you even gonna go? you have nowhere, no one cares about you but me." he grabs her shoulder firmly, the shine in his eyes leaving; a matte look now formed. "wherever the goddamn wind takes me, as long as its away from you." the hostile look on her face secretly frightened tom a bit, was she really being serious about this? "you realize that you're lucky right? i could have any girl in the world but i chose your ungrateful ass" "if i'm so ungrateful, then find another girl who's willing to deal with you. god tom, being with you is exhausting don't you get that?" Y/n scoffs as she shoves tom out of the way, opening the door to the world she had a right to see. "Have a nice life tom, go fuck yourself" she says coldly before slamming the door shut.

It has now been a month since that event happened, she left town and bought an apartment the next town over. She made new friends and she feels free-er, until today happened. She was at the bar with her friends when one of them shows up later than the others. With tom right next to her, holding her wait close to him. "hey guys! i wanted you to meet my new boyfriend, tom." "hello ladies, its very nice to meet you all"

Tom looks straight at y/n, his eyes sucking her soul out of her body all over again. "i-i'm gonna go to the bathroom" she gets up out her seat, practically sprinting towards the bathroom. She fumbles on the sink counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Then she felt the hot black tears run down her face. why is this happening to her? she was supposed to have escaped him already, but she cant. She slams her fists on the counter repeatedly, her knuckles began to open and bleed. "s-shit!" she hissed in pain, until she hears the door open. "tom." she says coldly, like his own name was something vile. He notices her bloody hands, "let me help y-" "no, go away." she moves his hand out of the way, turning on the sink and helping her own wounds. Tom smirks, his tongue dancing around with his lip ring; he had her right where he wanted her.

"c'mon meine schatz..don't be like this.." he says as he snakes his arms around her from behind. "tom, no." y/n protests, pushing him away. "this, us isn't a thing anymore. i left for a reason and you know that reason very well." her voice was cold, she stood her ground. "yes i know scha-" "don't call me that. im not your schatz." Tom was hurt by her words, and with that he grabbed her by both wrists; pinning her against the wall. "oh but you are y/n. you always will be my woman." he traps her in a passionate kiss, which y/n falls into; returning the kiss back.

He lets go of her hands, sliding his hands down to her ass, squeezing it. A small moan flew out of y/n's mouth, her hands gripping his black cornrows. he finds his way to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her sweet spot; more moans pouring out of her mouth. "see baby? you miss this as much as i do..." his voice was bleeding with lust all over it. y/n snaps out of it, pushing tom away from her. "no, this is wrong. youre with alexia, im not yours anymore." "im not letting you burying this, burying us y/n" he grabs her hand. "it's us against the world" y/n pulls her hand away, "no tom, its me against you. i loved you tom, but i cant any longer"

Before she walks out of the door, she turns to look at him one last time. "Alexia is a really nice girl, go love her and stop loving me." she walks out of the door, grabbing her stuff and leaving the bar as well. As she began to walk home, she felt the tears run down her face. Why did this have to happen? She walked home with her body full of regret. Will she ever escape him?

AUTHORS NOTE: new post since my last story flopped :( but i js realized that my stories are so long 😭 anyways hope you enjoyed!!

[majestyjun]

mills i want to hear ur nastiest, dirtiest, roughest, most disrespectfully lewd thoughts about taehyun PLEASE. i know he’s so rough in bed and he’s got the strength to toss his favorite girl around. I NEED HIM UGHHH pls share any hard thoughts at all >.<

oh. so taehyun’s dirty secrets are aired… LOL sorry i got a bit tired to write a full version fic but here’s the hard thought version :< (kinda similar)

taehyun’s dirty secret, the dark desire he keeps locked up in the recesses of the mind, away from the prying eyes until he’s alone in his room, able to allow his imagination wander to the places he often keeps quiet. oh, wonder if they’re pretty… or downright filthy about you~?

taehyun loves feeling in control, a sense of pleasure and assurance derived from pure dominance; sexual and non sexual. to be completely dominant without even a second of hesitation, to claim total possession to the brink of ownership, to have complete faith and trust in him, no matter what. and even deeper, his secret desire to be the one with intelligence, the one who makes decisions without every asking input… a sick pleasure at dumb, stupidity from his darling partner, how it strokes his ego to be so in control of such an unintelligent princess. to never question his decisions but to always ask the dumbest questions, always so unbelievably oblivious but giving into his dominance in all aspects. how he’d like to control your diet, your wardrobe, your entire life to revolve around him, being his most darling pet of total obedience.

taehyun’s deepest desire, is to have a partner who cannot live without him, cannot exist without him for even a second. so be his beautiful, darling pet, who comes at every beckon and is such a pretty doll of a cocksleeve. if he desires you, so it be. spreading your legs open while you’re asleep, cunt always dripping with his cum and arousal, fucking you awake to his total pleasure as you cry and wail into the sheets his name, begging to cum but can’t until he says so, because taehyun knows what’s best for you… and knowing you’ll come undone from the pleasure derived from his free use and dominance… without even having to stimulate your cute clit, crying into a beautiful mess under his control when he spreads your legs further, examining the mess of cum seeping from your cunt, asking if you pleased him with teary, expectant eyes,,, and the pure ego he feels from kissing your forehead and calling you his good girl, so obedient for him, falling asleep because he tells you to in his arms, taehyun knows what’s best, after all.

and taehyun who decides your wardrobe, from the skimpy numbers at home to the more conservative clothes outside, he has unquestioned decisions. so pretty doll of his, act all confused when he throws you on his bed, dress so small and covering near nothing by his choice. never resist when he tightly restrains your wrists together, rub your cute thighs together, unable to hide the arousal staining your panties from his existence. fingers clinging to the sheets, whimpering his name as his hot breath tickles your sensitive thighs, pretty tears welling up when he bites down into the soft flesh… always make eye contact with him, doll. sucking dark marks of possession down your thighs, so dangerously close to your puffy folds, but never quite~ and beg for him like a dumb bimbo, never knowing what’s best for you, only thought in your pretty head of him. eagerly crawling on all fours as he leans against the headboard, ordering you so easily to suck his cock, please him. and taehyun gets off on seeing you so sloppy, so dumb and utterly useless at pleasing him, so messily and desperate as you bob your head without a rhythm, needily sucking on the head of his cock, gagging on his length and swallowing the precum on your tongue. let him teach you better, shouldn’t he~?

sorry :< have to end this one here bc every time i write a paragraph after it deletes immediately ?? tumblr being ridiculous but it won’t let me write more than this ??