#I don’t bite🫂

[elizakai]

HOW DARE I- I just realized I hadn't been following you, HECK I SWORE I HAD BEEN anyways I've finally developed the courage to come say I FUCKING LOVE YOUR ART?! It's so flipping pretty I CAN'TTT Literally screaming clawing over the way you draw Dust /pos Like oh my god LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO PRECIOUS I WANNA EXPLODE- POINT IS, your art and oc's and headcanons are just so heckin scrumptious /vvvvpos THANK YOU FOR EXISTING AND FEEDING US, absolutely amazing art, you're extremely inspirational. I hope to be able to draw like you some day, and develop my own amazing style

BRO. YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME💔🫂

Thank you so much you are very very sweet :))

Hhhhh idk what to say just know I’m on my hands and knees eueueuing😭

You make existing more meaningful🌙🌸

[artscheese]

Hey, I met you before in some servers. Can we please be friends? I been struggling to find some and almost have no friends to chat with. I been alone like hell for a couple years. If not, can you please at least give me advice on how to get friends? Also, i'm anonymous because i'm too scared to reveal myself. I would appreciate you responding to this. I'm trying so hard to be nice.

Idk who you are anon I’m sorry ;-; but, I’m not too great at advice because I also struggle with friends and loneliness but what I always seem to do; whether it’s online or irl is that whenever people are in a conversation, I tend strike something that I know that is related to the conversation,,, it’s gonna be awkward and weird at times but overtime people are going to know you better! And then overtime and time you’re going to have a select group of people or a person that can soon grow into a friendship. Really hope that helps!! 🙏🙏

[jolapeno]

DO YOU WANT ME TO HOLD YOU?

javier peña x f!reader summary: javi offers comfort when you need it the most. warnings: none, just comfort on a bad day.

Just thinking about Javier Peña realising the moment you'd taken a seat at your desk that you’re different today. Something wrong, different. That you’re weighed down, sad.

There’s no snark, for one. No bite. There’s an absence of comments about the fact he’s wearing the fucking-red-devil-shirt. It niggling, bothering him, irking him as he tries to solve if you’re being quiet with him, or everyone.

It’s confirmed an hour later, when you make no snide comment to someone else—one you’d usually quickly jump on—that it’s a wider thing than just him.

He struggles to admit that he misses it, your sarcasm. practically hearing it in his head in the same tone you use when it’s just the two of you—there when he's walking you into his place right to the moment before he’s pinning you to his sheets.

And it takes him a moment, another half an hour before he can pull you into the file room, a hard stare reflecting at him.

This where you bring girls when you want a workday fuck, Peña?

He smirks, leaning against the door—taking it because it’s something. Better than nothing. Jaw slides to the side as he folds his arms, waiting, and waiting. Clearing his throat when he sees your façade falling.

“You needed a minute.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes at the idea. Fidgeting, likely feeling exposed—making his pulse quicken, as he hopes he’s not wrong, not overstepped. The air is so tense and silent, it's loud when he scratches at his jawline, when he runs his palm over his face.

“I’m okay.”

And he kicks off from the door. A considerable gap is still there, but the hard expression from earlier is gone, vanished, leaving behind evidence of a bad night's sleep and a head full of voices sketched across your face.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

You pull your head back, just slightly. Staring, before your eyes dart to the side, bottom lip quivering, blinking, likely swallowing back the lump in your throat as he takes in a heavy breath.

“No,” you whisper.

“Do you want me to hold you, hermosa?”

He watches it shift. Watches it arrive. The tremor first as your resolve begins to snap, to crack right down the middle as angry, tear-filled eyes meet him. He suspects there's hard-to-swallow thickness there in your throat as you nod, and he’s quick, arms engulfing, wrapping—clinging to put the parts of you together as you shudder and break.

It’s crushing, heart-wrenching. hand cupping the back of your head to his shoulder, other around your waist—a familiar place, but today’s circumstances are foreign.

Sob, after sob ripping through you, drowning out his own heartbeat. and then you cough, clear your throat.

“Gonna wet your shirt.”

He smiles, soft, light, just in the corners. “Don’t care.”

You hiccup, cling a little tighter, turn your head on him so you can look up, and he can see your swollen eyes.

“People will think you care.”

“Doesn’t sound all that bad…”

“Javi…”

He snorts, airy, gentle. pressing a kiss to your forehead, not loosening his hold on your hip. “Now I know something’s wrong, only call me that when you’re bouncing on my—”

Your hand firmly slapping his chest makes the rest of the words dilute. As he rests his head against yours, not letting go, not until you do.

jo needed comfort today 🫂 written on phone, so sorry for errors my loves.

[6okuto]

AFTER BECOMING YOUR BOYFRIEND

gn!reader | bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kageyama, yamaguchi, sakusa

BOKUTO can't stop grinning and kissing you. his hands are stuck either cupping your face or holding your hips. he plants quick pecks to your lips and feels his heart rate pick up at your laugh. "i'm really your boyfriend," he repeats, convincing himself he isn't dreaming.

AKAASHI's entire body relaxes as he says "thank god." he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder and huffs a laugh at himself. you bring your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. “did you think i’d say no?” “i was scared you would,” he murmurs. “and i don’t think i could bring myself to try returning the gifts.”

ATSUMU excitedly changes your contact where he already put a heart next to your name to be your new title: "MY PARNTNR/BOYFIRND/GIRLFJEND" (awful spelling included and vital). he adds emojis like 😁🫂💯🔥 before taking a screenshot to send to his group chat. he won't talk about how he almost sent it to you and nearly had a heart attack.

OSAMU texts to ask “when did you know you liked me?” later that night. he bites his lip and his eyes shoot lasers into the dots that show you’re typing. an embarrassed smile appears on his face when you say “when u apologized over and over after almost hitting me with a ball the first time we met :) u were cute” because it really was a cringe-worthy introduction, but at least you both liked each other since the beginning.

IWAIZUMI can’t stop thinking of getting you a gift. thinking of giving you a gift every once in a while wasn’t unusual, but he tries really hard to get a hold of himself when he realizes he's scanning every store he walks past for something you might like. he fails, obviously, when you end up getting a gift every time you meet up for the next few weeks.

MATSUKAWA blurts out "seriously?" after you say yes. he tries to ignore how his face heats up when you tilt your head and laugh. you’re still laughing when he pulls you into him as if to hug you, only to start tickling you. he jokingly threatens, “don’t laugh at me, i’m your boyfriend,” when you yelp and hit his side.

KAGEYAMA can’t stop replaying the moment you guys officially start dating in his head, even and especially while practicing. he’s setting the ball when he thinks about how you smiled and suddenly forgets what he's doing. his face is red from being flustered and the volleyball smacking him on the forehead.

YAMAGUCHI, when he has the time, marks down the date in his calendar. butterflies flutter in his stomach as he types out "WE’RE DATING !!!!!! :)) " in the notes. it's been less than a day and he's already (over)thinking of what to do to celebrate the closest, reasonable anniversary, whenever that is. in a month, probably, he thinks.

SAKUSA’s glad he has a privacy screen protector because if anyone noticed how often he opened your chat to reread your texts he’d never live it down. there’s a small smile under his mask at your silly flirting memes, and just the thought of how your “take care of yourself!” messages are with him as your boyfriend in mind.

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[empress-simps]

Can I request a fic with Remus (I love him), with a shy fem!reader girlfriend? House doesn’t really matter, but Hufflepuff might be fitting lol. She wants to meet his group of friends officially for the first time (she’s dating Remus and she hasn’t yet), but she’s too anxious despite trying to hype herself up for it? Maybe Remus comforts her

Darling, this is such a cute request! 🫶 Also, who doesn’t love Remus? We all do, no questions asked (I would do anything for him and Regulus). I absolutely love to write for this man, and I think Remus with a shy s/o is stinking cute. Thank you for requesting! 🫂 (Not edited so there may be grammatical errors or typos lurking around)

Loving Yellow and Black

Pairings: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader CW: Language and mentions of smoking.

In many ways, you were different from his friends.

You were polite, kind, and willing to help others- basically what everyone thinks of when they picture an ideal Hufflepuff student. Not saying that James, Sirius, and Peter were rude or anything like that, but there was just something gentle about you that Remus saw. As for them? They’re a rambunctious mess, a bit rough around the edges.

Remus found it quite charming, you try your best to blend in, be a wallflower so your student life at Hogwarts would be smooth sailing. Although, to Remus, no matter what you do, you stand out effortlessly. When he first expressed his interest in you, you were hesitant and cautious. You thought it was just one of the many other pranks that he and the other marauders had planned on other students.

“Go out with me, Y/n?” Remus asked nervously, after a week of him approaching and befriending you.

“Erm…” You looked around, making sure he was talking to you. “Are you talking to me?”

So, he did everything he could to make sure you know that he’s serious about you and that you won’t feel anything but that.

Slowly but surely, the hesitance and doubts started to go away as you got to know him better. You learned that he loves chocolates, his eyes would light up when you bring him chocolate frogs whenever you and your friends would go to Hogsmeade. His eyes having literal stars as he took in the sight of you, and how his laugh would make you smile as he whisks you away from your common rooms to hang out (snog) in the Astronomy tower and bringing you back just before the clock strikes twelve.

You bring out the best versions of yourself when you’re both with each other. Remus helps you to be a bit more adventurous, making you try things you never even thought of doing, such as sneaking out past curfew. Remus was your many firsts.

Remus found himself being more patient and calmer than before, maybe your nature rubbed off on him like how his rubbed off on you.

“Moony, are you smoking… you know?”

Remus nearly choked on his breakfast one morning. He turns to look at Sirius, eyes wide with shock. “Just why would you think that Padfoot?!” Sirius shrugged, putting his arms up as if he was surrendering. “Geez, just asking a question, don’t get your knickers in a twist, Moony.”

“I’m not smoking, or doing whatever you think I’m doing, you sod.”

Remus grumbles while James just laughed, “Alright, there’s our original Moony.”

“You seem calmer recently, Moons. We were just curious.” Peter shrugs, taking a bite out of his pancake, Remus raised his eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, it was like you turned into a saint. You don’t even scold James and I anymore for our boxers strewn across the floor- “

“Hey! Shut it, what if Lily hears?!”

“Mind you, we are in the great hall eating breakfast, Padfoot.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Quiet down, people are looking.”

It was just a matter of time when your friends found out you’re dating Remus and managed to keep it under their noses for a few months.

“Y/n! How could you? We trusted you!” El, one of your friends shrieks dramatically, plopping down her bed, making you furrow your eyebrows. “Erm… is there something going on?”

“of course there is! Why did you keep it a secret?” She whined, pulling you next to her.

“Keep what a secret?”

“You and Lupin!”

“Oh, erm…” You trailed off, trying to fight the blush forming on your face. Your other friends started to tease you, “So it’s true!”

“Yes.” You confirmed with a nod, your hands over your face as a poor attempt to cover your blush.

“Alright, we need to know if the bloke is good enough to date our Y/n.”

It quickly became known to other students within your house that you were dating the witty marauder. Of course, this kind of news spreads like wildfire across Hogwarts; even reaching the three marauders who were in the dark with their Moony’s love life. They need to meet you as soon as possible and didn’t even let Remus have peace and quiet until he asked you if you were okay about it.

“So, they found out about us.” Remus bit his lip, looking nervously. You blinked, “Well, it was bound to happen, my friends were… vocal about it.” She chuckled as Remus cracked a grin.

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m guessing they want to meet me?”

Remus nodded, sighing. “Sorry angel. I tried to tell them- “

“It’s alright, honey. I figured it would be good after my friends also demanded you to meet them.”

To say that you were terrified would be an understatement; you felt like you were going to throw up in your shoes, break out in a cold sweat, or even stumble because damn it- your legs are shaking, as if you’re going to collapse under your own weight.

Well yeah, you were the one who kinda brought it up, but it still didn’t lessen the nerves you have. You wanted them to at least be civil towards you and to recognize your relationship with their friend. You were thinking of what outfit you should wear a week prior to the meeting, and you carefully planned out how you would respond to the possible questions they’d have. Call it over thinking, but you were just preparing for every single possible outcome.

“Alright, I can do this.” You chanted, looking at the mirror then at your watch, only 30 minutes before Remus arrives in the Hufflepuff common room. You checked your hair, smoothing it out as you checked yourself for the umpteenth time.

“Merlin, Y/n. You’re acting like you’re meeting the Prime Minister of Magic.” El commented, shaking her head. “You’ll be fine, if they don’t like you… then they better prepare themselves for a Hufflepuff’s wrath.”

Remus casts a glance worriedly at you, fixing your black and yellow scarf on your neck. “Darling, it isn’t that cold out, you don’t have to practically cover your face with it.” He chuckles, kissing your reddening cheeks as you huffed, “It would be a great help when I meet your friends.” Grinning, he pinched your cheeks, making you glare at him.

“They’ll love you. Don’t worry too much, yeah?” He whispers, before giving your forehead a kiss, at this point, Remus and the cold weather’s mission is to make you look like a tomato.

You gulped nervously, fiddling with the ends of the scarf. “But… I…”

To be honest, you are kind of expecting them to be disappointed when they meet you. A Hufflepuff girl, fairly average, wallflower, and a goody-two-shoes. Quite boring, in your opinion. Remus’s gaze hardened, as if scolding you. “I know what’s going on your pretty mind, darling. Just be yourself.” Squeezing your hand in his, you made your way to the Gryffindor Tower and to the dorm room he and his friends share.

“There you are, Moony!” James smiled as he opened the door to their room, his smile widening as he casts, a glance at you. “You must be Y/n! Come in!” He excitedly ushers both of you inside the room, you gave Remus’s hand a squeeze, he looks at you and squeezes back. You took a glance at their room, there was Sirius laying down lazily on his bed, Peter sitting on a random beanbag on their dorm room, and Lily sitting on her boyfriend’s bed, beaming a smile in which you returned; albeit a little more nervously.

“Any second further than that and I’d thought Moony was lying about finally getting a girl, isn’t that right, wormtail?” Sirius grinned, teasing Remus before standing up and giving you a hug. Which made you widen your eyes and stiff up, but recovering quickly to hug him back, pulling away after a few moments.

“Nice to meet you, love. I’m Sirius.”

You smiled shyly, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n.”

“Remus, tell me again how’d you manage to get someone as gorgeous as she is?”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Sod off, Pads.” Sirius just laughed, smiling as he looks at you and Remus together.

“Hi Y/n, I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.” Peter smiled politely, holding out his hand which you took, shaking it. “Nice to meet you too, Peter.”

Lily smiled, pointing at her boyfriend. “That one’s James! Don’t pay attention to him- “ cue a protest from James, who’s pouting  “-and I’m Lily, so glad there’s another girl in the group! They’re driving me crazy!” She practically bounced off her feet and hugged you, making you stumble, and Remus put a hand on your back to support you.

Okay, this wasn’t what you expected. Quite far actually.

Your heart fills with warmth as you allowed a smile to appear on your face, looking around, seeing how they felt so comfortable with you already. Sirius was busy bothering Peter, who shoos him away, complaining that he’s being annoying even when you’re with them. “Have you got any shame left with you, Padfoot?”

“Hm, last time I checked none.”

James was trying to get your opinion on how to pull off one of their pranks, and Lily scolding him not to drag you onto his shenanigans.

Remus pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, he whispers. “Welcome to the family, darling.”

[aurorawritestoescape]

THE BURGLARY

written with @milla-frenchy

Pairing: burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller

Summary: two men break into your house and take more than just your valuables.

TW: 18+ mdni. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NON-CON. Smut. Violence, suffocation, knife/gun play, penetration with a gun, mfm, bondage, degradation, praise, oral (male receiving), a depraved game, butt and pussy slapping, unprotected piv, creampies, cum eating, swearing.

Word count: 4,6k

A/n: @milla-frenchy and I wrote this fic as our contribution to Dead Dove December by @romana-after-dark. Romana, thank you for hosting this amazing event celebrating dark fic! @milla-frenchy I had so much fun writing with you! I love you, baby!❤️🫂Dividers by @saradika-graphics

If you’re sensitive to any of the warnings, do not read the fic! We don’t condone the actions of the characters. It is all fictional!

MILLA’S MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the sound of water filling the tub is calming and hypnotizing. You’re wearing nothing but a pink robe, soft and warm. You untie it and open it wide before your gaze travels down to your breasts. You cup them gently and rub the nipples with your thumbs. They perk up at the touch and you flutter your eyes shut as the waves of arousal are spreading through every nerve in your body. One hand leaves your breast and glides down to caress your tummy and then mound. You dip your finger in between your folds and swirl it around your slightly wet clit. When you open your eyes, the mirror reflects your blown pupils back to you. You contemplate getting your vibrator from the drawer and using it in the bath. Your husband is away on a business trip and he won’t be back for a few more days but the idea of waiting for him to satisfy your desire excites you so you take a deep breath trying to calm down.

You take the robe off and hang it next to the sinks. You turn around, come up to the already full tub and bend over to check the water temperature. This is when he grabs you.

The iron grip of his hand is holding your wrists behind your back. His bulge is pushing in between your naked asscheeks. He’s big and strong and you’re helpless against him. He’s keeping you bent over the full bath and then pushes your torso down. Your head is submerged in the tub and you scream and thresh about but your cries are completely silenced by the water suffocating you. Your attempts to break free are fruitless. His fist is clenching your hair and it burns like hell but the pain in your burning lungs overshadows everything else. You’re trying to free yourself from his hold, to kick him and push him away but his beastly strength doesn’t let you.

You’re about to black out when he lifts your head by your hair and your mouth finally takes a life-giving breath. You cough and cry trying to get as much oxygen as he lets you and exclaim, “No, no, stop it, please!”

He growls and pulls your torso up and flush against his chest. You’re covered in water droplets, already cold and shivering but for another reason. The stranger might kill you and the thought makes you tremble and beg for mercy,

“I’ll give you everything, I’ll do anything! Pls let me go..”

You’re crying and screaming but he’s deaf to your pleas. You feel his breath on your cheek and he bites it. He doesn’t break the skin but the pain makes you wail. The man shakes your body and laughs, “Silly girl, the louder you scream the harder it’ll make me.”

Your back is pressed to his broad chest and your whole body is shaking as if electricity is going through every part of you.

“I saw you touching yourself, little slut. Made me hard like a rock,” he bucks his hips into your ass and you feel his clothed hard-on. “I coulda just taken what I wanted and left. But now I think I’ll take this pussy too.” He slaps your mound a little harder than a lover would and a whine escapes your lips.

“Started without me?”

You feel even more terrified if it’s even possible when you hear another voice.

“Nah, just gave this pretty slut a wash. Don't wanna touch her husband's crusted cum on her. We gonna leave our own.”

“Right, brother.” They laugh and you feel you might be sick. It can’t be happening. The sobs are shaking your body as you’re trying to turn your head to the side so you could see the new man.

“Please, let me go,” you plead, hoping the other intruder will be kinder to you.

The first attacker yanks your whole body to the side, turning you away from the tub so you’d face the second man. Your tears make his image blurry, resembling a dark shadow. He’s wearing all black and his face is hidden behind a balaclava. He sounds younger than the other one and is not as huge but he’s still bigger than you. He comes up close, takes your wet cheeks between his gloved fingers and pushes making your lips pout. You mewl and they both laugh. His other hand darts to your mound and he grabs your pussy squeezing your flesh with his harsh fingers. You whine and he looks at the other attacker over your shoulder, “She’s so soft and pretty. Can’t wait to use her.”

His accomplice hums in agreement, pressing his covered chin to your cheek and rubbing your delicate skin with the material of his mask, “need her to open the safe first.”

The second man agrees and steps out of the way while you’re being pushed to the door and into the master bedroom. You walk clumsily but as soon as you reach the doorframe you push all your weight to the side making your capturer crash into the door. Startled for a moment he eases his grip on you and you launch forward. The wetness of your body helps you to slip out of his hands and you’re running out of the room and along the hall crying for help as loud as you can.

Thoughts rush through your head as you realize that you need to get out of the house. So you race to the stairs but as soon as you reach them a hand grips your hair and pulls you back. It hurts and you try to break free but the man overpowers you with ease, drops his weight on you and you both fall on the floor. He grumbles and you realize that it’s the second intruder. He grabs your hands and ties your wrists behind your back with a rope.

“Stop, please, no!” you cry out, feeling pain in your scalp and body but the ache is dull as all your senses are fully focused on survival.

“Slippery bitch!” the younger man spits out and having restrained your hands, sits up on the back of your thighs panting heavily. He slaps your naked asscheek and you sob, tears soaking the carpet.

You hear steps and the first man comes up to you from the side. “Nice try, little slut,” he mocks you, pushing your shoulder lightly with the tip of his black boot. He orders to take you back to the bedroom.

You’re sitting on the floor in front of the safe in your walk-in closet. The men are towering behind you not afraid of you running away as your hands are securely restrained and you look and feel exhausted from the nerves and your attempts to break free.

The bigger man crouches next to you and his gloved fingers grasp your hair. Like a puppeteer he turns your head to him and rumbles, “Password, sweetie.” You begin saying the numbers immediately not seeing the point in protecting your valuables while your life is at stake.

“Please, take everything, just let me go… please,” you beg with a shaking voice but a carnal grin flashes in the opening of his balaclava and panic grips your heart.

“Open your pretty mouth, sweetheart,” he coos at you with a fake care as the other man chuckles and you see him bringing a knife to your face. It looks like a switchblade. You start pleading and crying again, horrifying images flooding your mind. Not waiting for you to calm down, the intruder turns the knife handle up and inserts it into your mouth.

“Hold it,” he orders, “just imagine it’s your husband’s dick. Bite it real hard, I’m sure you’re mad at him for leaving you alone now.”

He pushes your head down to the safe and you bend over awkwardly trying not to fall, knife between your teeth.

You hear the other man’s voice, “Press the buttons for us, princess, come on,” his voice is soft but it makes your hair stand up.

You sob and the knife nearly falls out of your mouth but you clench your teeth around it more tightly and bring the blade to the buttons.

“That’s our girl,” the first man mumbles, as his hand in your hair keeps you from falling.

You push the numbers with the tip of the blade and hear beeps. “You have a nice ass, baby,” the second intruder comments, apparently ogling your butt while you are bending over. You hear a click of the safe door and they push you out of the way hurrying to get their hands on the things they came for. At least you hope they came just for that.

You look up at them, wondering what they're going to do to you. You still hope they will leave, now that you've opened the safe for them.

You try not to panic and focus on your breathing. You can see their dark eyes through the openings of their balaclavas. They look at each other communicating without a word, and then the bigger one turns to you.

“How much time do we have?” he asks his accomplice, his gaze locked with yours.

“Half an hour, easy,” the other man replies.

Your hairs stand up and your breath catches in your throat. You feel that your brain is trying to convince itself that they are not going to hurt you more. You don't dare imagine what they are capable of.

The younger one grabs you by both arms and forces you to get up.

“We have plenty of time to have a little fun,” he laughs, dragging you towards your bedroom. You try to resist, but in vain. He turns around and pushes you against the wall. His hand grips your throat and you watch him in fear as he removes his balaclava. He has brown, shoulder-length wavy hair, and a mustache. The fact that he is uncovering his face terrifies you. These men don't care if you can describe them, and you wonder if you will make it out alive.

He brings his face closer to yours, to the point where your noses could touch, and leans his pelvis against you. You feel his hard cock on your lower belly and the last hope your mind was trying to cling to is now gone. He tilts his head to the side and smiles, looking at you. You hear his brother laugh behind him and say “you’re a fuckin’ psycho, Tommy.” He takes off his balaclava as well, and his face appears behind his brother. He has short, brown hair, a light beard and a mustache. You try to memorize their faces, in case you can describe them to the police. Later.

That “later” fades away when Tommy moves closer to your cheek and slowly licks his way to your cheekbone. You start shaking like a leaf and he laughs, unties your hands behind your back, and grabs your arm before tugging you after him. He pushes you onto the bed, where you fall on your back.

You try to get up, but the other man pulls a gun out of the back of his jeans and points it at you,

“You’re starting to piss me off, sweetheart, so I’m gonna set things straight. We'll fuck you and then we’ll leave. If you struggle, you'll turn us on even more. If you scream, we'll fuck you harder. Do I make myself clear?”

His icy voice, his words stop you and you lie down again. He hands the gun to Tommy and says “I’m gonna need my hands.”

You widen your eyes when he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. Thick. Much too big.

“Oh, sweetie, judging by your reaction, your husband has a small dick,” he says, laughing again. His brother chuckles too and adds, “She’s so not ready for our cocks, Joel.” He grabs your legs and pulls them towards him to lay you down.

Joel approaches the bed, slowly jerking off, and kneels on the bed at your side, before bringing his cock closer to your face, “Now you’re gonna suck me off, sweetheart. And after any dumb move from you, my brother will blow your brains out, ok?”

You nod. Your only hope now is that they end this quickly. You try to put aside another source of anxiety that is gnawing at your heart - their uncovered faces.

Joel taps your face with his cock twice before you part your lips slightly, and he says "Sweetie, open wide, or it ain’t gonna fit". You hold back the tears that are stinging your eyes, and you open your mouth wider. He slides the tip into your mouth, and you round your lips around it. He doesn't wait any longer, and sinks into you, holding your head in his hands.

He stops halfway down his member, then pulls back, before thrusting in with one stroke, making you choke. You hear Tommy laugh and can no longer hold back your tears as panic overtakes you and amplifies your suffocation. “Stop it, Tommy, you’re scaring the little thing!” Joel says with a chuckle.

He pulls out of your mouth and releases your head, and you feel Tommy get between your thighs. You murmur, “No, please”, but Joel adds, “Come on, sweetheart, my little brother needs to get his dick wet, too, right?”

Tommy rubs his cock against your folds, then against your clit. His tip rubs it several times, and to your horror you feel your pussy getting wet.

“Little slut is so wet for our cocks, Joel, can you believe it?”

“They always are. All fuckin’ whores.”

Tommy pulls back a little and looks at his cock, before slowly pushing it into your pussy, and growls "Fuck...she's tight, man." You wince as you feel your folds parted.

“Point your gun at her. I’m gonna fuck her throat, I don’t want her to do anything stupid.”

Tommy cocks his gun at your head and starts fucking you, thrusting deeper. Joel grabs your temples with his hands again, and his erect cock sinks in your mouth. He grips your head tighter, and quickly fucks your mouth, grunting. Your saliva pools against his member, and he is thrusting deeper and deeper, at the same pace as his brother is fucking your pussy. His cock hits the back of your throat, and he suddenly pauses, holding your nose pressed against his pubes.

“Don’t move, sweetie.”

You try to calm down, your mind in shock at what’s happening to you. In your home, where you should be safe. He finally pulls away, before thrusting in again, yet not going all the way to your throat.

“You’re taking us good, baby”, Tommy says, leaning over you and pressing his nose to your neck, the gun against your temple.

Still fucking your mouth, Joel tells his brother,“Stretch her with the gun. The handle. Let’s see if her little pussy can take it. Afraid I’ll split her in two with my cock.”

You want to scream, your mouth full of Joel’s cock, but only a vague moan leaves your mouth.

“And I’m the psycho?” Tommy laughs, pulling out and sitting up.

Joel pulls out too, and moves away from you with his hard cock in his hand, watching Tommy position the handle of the gun at your entrance with one gloved hand, and pressing your stomach with the other to hold you against the bed. He pushes gently and you cry out, “No, please stop, it won’t fit!”

“We’ll make it fit. You’re wet enough to take it.”

He keeps pushing, and the tip of the handle sinks into you.

“Say ‘thank you’ to Tommy for stretching you, sweetheart.”

You feel like you're going to pass out. You look at their faces, their eyes fixed on your pussy dilated around the gun, and you try to relax. A part of you wants to rebel and fight, but the other one takes over, knowing that you have no way out of this.

“Look, Joel, she's dripping. Good that we’re using the handle, she woulda ruined the barrel with her wetness,” Tommy comments and they laugh again degrading you.

“Ok, pull it out. She’s ready. Gonna fuck her now”, Joel says and adds, “Get on all fours.”

You don't move, too scared at the idea of what happens next, and Tommy points the muzzle at your forehead. Your tears start to fall again and you finally turn around, exposing your ass to Joel and standing on your hands and knees on the bed.

“I forgot that you had such a nice ass, sweetie!”

“Please… don’t do that”, you whimper with sobs in your voice.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna damage your ass. Don’t have the time for that. There’s one more thing we’ll have to do, after we’re done with you.”

You don't have time to ask or even think what they want to do next, Tommy is already on the bed pressing his cock against your mouth. Joel grabs your hips with his hands, and thrusts into you in one swift move. You suffocate under the intrusion, and Tommy pushes his cock in between your lips.

“Come on, baby, be a good girl and let me fuck this wet hole of yours,” Joel mumbles opening your thighs wider and begins fucking you with quick thrusts. Then he slides his hand down to your clit and you try to shake your head, but Tommy holds you tight, his cock buried in your mouth.

Joel coos at you, “Come on, sweetheart, wanna feel your pussy squeeze my big cock.”

You try to resist, but his finger slides against your clit perfectly. You tell yourself that it will end faster if he gets what he wants and let your mind retreat, and the emotions in your body take over. You feel your orgasm building, and your pussy begins to contract.

“Tommy… little slut is clenching my dick so hard, and she hasn't come yet”, he groans with a smile.

Tommy pulls your hair with his hand, and pushes his cock into your mouth one more time, before pulling out, gloved fingers clasped around his shaft. You moan, and cum on Joel's cock while your eyes roll back and your legs are shaking. He’s groaning, feeling your spasms around his cock, “Fuckin’ hell, little slut must be so bored with her husband.”

Tommy’s carnal gaze is sliding down your body and he looks manic when he lifts his eyes at Joel and asks with a smile, “wanna play like that time?”

Joel looks back at him, pulls out of your crying pussy and chuckles, “you’re fucking crazy, brother.”

“Why?” Tommy mumbles running his gloved hand through your messy hair. He looks right into your eyes drinking your fear and his cock twitches.

“The last one wanted it. This one looks too gentle.”

Tommy leans over you bringing his face so close you smell cigarettes on his breath and tells Joel,

“She might surprise us, brother. I’m sure she’s freaky. Aren’t you, princess?”

He grabs your pussy and you gasp. Your gaze darts to Joel who watches his brother’s fingers massage your wet folds and begins stroking his cock,

“Fuck, yeah, let’s do it. If she chokes my cock till I come… might spare her.”

You hear his words and sobs are about to break out of your chest but Tommy senses it and places his free hand over your mouth, “we’ll play one game, princess and then we’ll leave, deal?”

He’s waiting for the answer but you can’t agree without knowing what this psycho means so you just stare at him with fearful eyes.

He straightens up glancing at his brother, “Fuck, I forgot I don’t have to ask cos I have this,” he takes out a gun from his waistband and waves it at you.

“On your mark, brother,” he says to Joel and the bigger man grabs your legs and pulls you roughly on the bed towards him. His cock pushes between your folds and you moan.

“See! The whore loves it!” Tommy points at your with his gun, triumphant smile on his face and you feel a tip of a cock thrust into you. Joel’s huge member parts your folds again and you plead for him to stop but he doesn’t hold back as its head jams right into your cervix after a couple of deep and hard thrusts.

“Hey, hey, Joel. You’ll come too soon! Where’s fun in that?”

Joel pauses his movements deep inside you and you look at the men with confusion and fear twisting your face. What game are they going to play with you? And are you going to survive it?”

“Ready?” Tommy asks and you catch your breath waiting for the worst. Then Tommy leans down a little and slaps your pussy with his leathered palm, just a few inches from the place where his brother’s cock is buried deep inside you. You cry out when the pain catches you off guard and to your horror realize that it’s quickly mixing with pressure. Joel grunts shutting his eyes for a second and then opens them to glance at his brother, “Fuck, you were right. She’s squeezing me real good. Fucking chocking my cock, little slut.”

You sense your walls contract around his girthy length and you hate yourself for it. “That’s just one”, Tommy warns as he lands another blow to your tortured pussy. “Two,” he counts and you mewl, your eyes rolling back while Joel’s groaning through his teeth and plants his hands on the bed at your sides.

“What is it, brother? She’s so pretty and sweet that you’re about to come already?” Tommy mocks the man and Joel looks up at him with a pained and angry expression.

Tommy backs off with his hands in the air still chuckling and then comes back to slap your clit again.

As soon as he says, “Three” you feel warmth filling your pussy up as Joel is coming with a long growl grasping your hips leaving white marks on your soft skin. He starts thrusting into your core again pumping you full of his spend and you feel sick when your core is tightening. You won’t come. You won’t give it to him.

“Holy fuck, princess, you have a magic pussy. To make my bro bust a nut just after three slaps!” He laughs and takes your head in his hands kissing your mouth. First as a joke he pecks your lips but after parting from you for a second he comes back for more as his tongue pushes between your lips. You freeze when he’s stealing another part of you, licking into your mouth while his brother prolongs his climax with short thrusts into your swollen pussy.

Finally Tommy parts from you and straightens up grabbing his cock. “Fuck, Joel, my turn. This bitch is so hot.” He looks into your eyes while Joel pulls out his semi hard cock, and you feel his cum leaking out of your stretched hole and slide down to your asshole.

The men switch positions and now Joel is standing over you while Tommy gets on the bed between your shaking legs. He sits on his heels staring at your hole and says in a calm but stern voice, “Squeeze it out, princess.” It’s so sick that you’re blinking at him until suddenly he directs his gun at you and repeats his command a little louder, “I said squeeze out the cum, little slut!”

You swallow loudly and tighten your muscles. With a satisfied grin he’s watching a string of milky liquid flow out of your hole.

“We need to hurry up,” Joel rumbles, zipping up his pants.

“Yeah, yeah��” Tommy replies, seemingly deaf to his brother’s words, his gaze fully focused on your pussy.

Still having his gloves on he brings his hand to your folds and pushes two fingers into your hole. Then he takes them out and climbs over your body. Without a word be pushes the leathered digits between your lips,with an order, “Clean them up, princess.” You do as you’re told, tasting Joel’s bitter cum and leather on your tongue.

“Good slut,” Tommy half praises half degrades you watching your tongue swirl around his covered digits.

“Fuck, Tommy, come on!” Joel hurries up his brother and the younger man finally listens, gets between your thighs and pushes his cock in with a growl. He slides in easily, your pussy wet with Joel’s cum and stretched out well.

“Come on, baby, let’s win this thing,” he says and you mewl, knowing what’s coming next.

Joel’s hand hits your pussy harsher than Tommy’s and you jolt from the pain. The younger man is hissing through his teeth looking at your swollen reddish folds. He shivers and grips your hips tighter. “Fuck you’re choking my cock, baby!”

Joel doesn’t wait long to stroke you again and a tear slides down the side of your face. Tommy shuts his eyes tilting his head back and as another slap lands on your poor clit you moan and squeeze Tommy’s cock so well it pushes him over. His balls tighten and he shoots his cum deep inside your core. His seed mixes with Joel’s and it’s too much cum for your poor pussy so it leaks out of you in globs pushed out by Tommy’s cock still moving inside you. When he stills panting heavily, he pulls out and announces, “Three-three, bro! Guess we’re both suckers for her pussy”. He tucks his cock away hastily and when he’s ready he leans over your swollen mound and gives it a peck, whispering, “killer-pussy!”

Joel is already gathering the things they’re taking with them and you’re lying not moving a muscle wishing for them to forget about you and leave. But soon Joel comes up to the bed and you see a phone in his hand. He reaches to your face and you flinch, “Shhh, sweetheart, it’s gonna be over soon. Just wanna take a few photos, for the memories,” he mocks you with a smirk trying to fix your messy hair and wiping your face with his sleeve.

“Give me, I’ll do it,” Tommy appears from behind Joel taking the phone from his brother. He directs the camera at your face and commands, “Smile, princess, show us how happy you’re that we’re leaving.”

You smile weakly and he takes a few photos of you splayed on the bed, marks covering your skin. He makes you open your legs and takes a photo of your pussy leaking out their spend on your marital bed. Then he’s checking the photos and mumbles talking to you ,

“You’re a great fuck, princess. Can’t believe your asshole of a husband gets to have you whenever he wants…he’ll have a hard time filling your pussy after we stretched you that good,” he laughs and adds, “we might come back for more one day.” He says it in a seemingly benign manner looking into your eyes but you see a threat rooted in his words. “Keep your little mouth shut and forget our faces or these pictures of you will be everywhere. Surely your hubby will have to say bye-bye to his political career. You got me?” His gaze is serious and intent and you nod hastily.

Your heart is beating fast when you see Tommy take black bags from Joel. Will they keep their promise and leave you alive?

“Take care, princess,” you hear Tommy’s voice as he puts his balaclava back on and walks out of the door. Joel doesn’t say anything. With his face already covered he heads to the door, stops right outside and turns his head to you. He brings his gloved finger to his lips in a silent sign, and then leaves as quietly as he came.

Thank you for reading!

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!❤️

[marycorcaroli]

sanji's kinks.

nsfw, 18+.

req ♡: Would I be able to request you to write Sanji’s kinks 😉 you absolutely don’t have too but I like you content I think you’d come up with a fun one

mary ♡: thanks for the request, hope you enjoy it 🫂! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes 💗

rules ; masterlist.

pussy eating ! ! — sanji loves to lick you. just feeling your taste and the way you twitch when he gets to the right point makes him cum in his pants. he's too stupefied by you and doesn't care who says what. he also loves it when you sit on his face! it's a whole show for sanji. please him and ride his nose.

punishments — he loves it so much ! i'm 100% sure sanji would like to punish you for your disobedience. he would just sit there and jerk off while your wrists rest against the headboard of the bed. you were so brave and teased him all day, you touched his dick all the time, left him horny and then just walked away? oh god i think sanji will make you a whiny fool who only wants to be on his dick. so you don't get your hopes up sanji will fuck your underwear and spill it all over. more ! ! sanji will make you tell him exactly what you want him to do to you, or else you won't get anything :(

praise kink - sanji may call you the worst slut, that you're just a hole for his cum, but he won't forget to praise you. tell you that you're the nicest girl who's working so hard for him. stroke your head and kiss your temple if he realizes he's gone too far.

"baby, you know how much o love you, don't you? you're wonderful, and so is your pussy that squeezes me so hard."

"how did I live without you?"

"i've never had anyone better than you, you're perfect, there's no one else like you, and i'm lucky, because you're mine now."

breeding kink - he'll fill your cunnie with his warm cum and won't let a single drop slip away. sanji wants to see you with that cute little belly with his baby in it. his. the thought of it literally blows his mind and he'll destroy everything in his way to fuck the shit out of you and make you a beautiful mommy for your kids.

threesome - he wants nami to lick your pussy while he fucks you in the full nelson position ♡ that's just his dreams, but if you agree to it, it'll be great! sanji will definitely fill you in that despite who you're in a threesome with, he only thinks of you and loves only you.

size kink — you're so tiny next to him, sanji thinks you'll break as soon as he touches you. and so he applies that to sex. as you lie there, your eyes rolling with pleasure, he towers over you and he's...so...huge? sanji breathes languidly, his eyes full of lust and he can't hold on any longer, so he pounces on you like an animal.

riding — sanji wants, no, he demands, that you ride him as hard as if your life depended on it. he chuckles when you say you're tired, but he won't let you stop. sanji will move you with the help of your hips and thrust in even harder as you your moans fill the whole house.

marking — sanji wants everyone to know that you are his. he can lose control and leave your skin covered in his hickeys and bites. he loves the way you react and tell him "it's okay, i liked it, too much" oh my god, it's a treat for his ears. he won't mind if you do the same to him! scratch his back with your claws and he'll be the whiniest boy in the world.

anal — isn't even a kink, it's more of a temporary infatuation. he likes your ass, he likes to eat your ass, so what's the problem with fucking? and he'll do it, by first warming you up and then whispering a few affectionate words to get you ready. if you like it, you'll have anal sex every day, and if you don't, that's fine! your opinion is more important to sanji than some sex.

[softsturn]

imagine being best friends with matt, and you guys text 24/7, and one day you decide to get risky because youve had a crush on him forever - and if he gets the hint, and thinks you wanna fuck him then he gets the hint - if he doesn’t and thinks it was a simple accident, never for him, then he thinks it was an accident and nothing is seriously ruined

so you get on your favorite mini skirt, posing infront of the mirror sitting down and **ever so slightly** opening your legs to reveal your glistening folds, snapping a pic and sending him a photo. “dont forget to match me for our lunch date!” you send an innocent text after, making sure to seem normal as you possibly could.

he immediately opened it, typing for a while but didn’t reply. you wonder if he finds it weird, and get worried and insecure, but he sends a “did you mean to send me that?” after a minute, and you smile to yourself - “of course? i want you to match me.” you reply innocently, and he hearts the message. you wonder if he did find it weird.

once you get to lunch you guys sit down next to eachother, chris and nick across the table as he sat down next to you, smiling.

the restuarunt was actually quite loud, and chris had airpods in, nick finding the bathroom as Matt turns to you, smiling. “are you wearing underwear?” he whispered, your smile fading as you widen your eyes, turning to him, “no? you dirty slut”, he began and put his hand on your thigh, glancing at you with hopeful eyes as you nod, but he shook his head. “words, baby.”

u can decide what goes on from there lel 🤺🤺🤺

miniskirt - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: read the request

⩩ warnings: fingering, light degradation, exhibitionism

⩩ a/n: i really hope i did this request justice!! i could probably do a part two of this, just leave ideas if thats something you’d want. also thanks so much for all the support on my last work!!!!! 🩶🫂

You and Matt have been best friends since forever, befriending him and his brothers in elementary school, and the rest was history. You were close with all three of the boys, but the bond you shared with Matt was different. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, always wanting to be near one another, and when you couldn’t be near each other, you were on your phones texting and calling each other. The two of you are each others comfort, he’s your home, your lifeline, and you’re the same for him. Navigating the very fine line between platonic feelings and something more isn’t always easy, especially not when hes as handsome as he is and you’re both so familiar with each other.

You wanted to make a move, you wanted him to know how you felt, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. The fear of losing him was debilitating, you’d rather have him as your best friend than nothing at all. However, you’ve found yourself on the floor, adorned in your favorite miniskirt, posed in front of your mirror with your legs slightly open. You weren’t wearing any panties, exposing your pretty pink cunt. You snapped a picture, mind running wild as you debate if you’re really ready to do this. Clicking Matt’s contact, your thumb hovers over the send button, you bite your lip, and nervously press it. Quickly following up with an innocent text, trying to mask the intensity of what you’ve just sent. “Don’t forget to match me for dinner tomorrow!!”

He immediately opened the text, and you feel your stomach knot as you wait for his reply. He could either get the hint, and do something about it or, he could chalk it up to being accidental, which would be slightly awkward but nothing would be seriously ruined between you two. The seconds feel like hours as you watch him type, but he doesn’t reply. You internally curse yourself, his silence triggered insecurity, fearing that you’ve just ruined your most cherished friendship. In the midst of your despair, your phone finally dings with a notification from him. “Did you mean to send me that?” he inquired. You take a deep breath, trying to craft the perfect response. Smiling to yourself as you text back feigning innocence, as if you don’t notice the risky picture. “duh? i want you to match with me.” He hearts the message, leaving you uncertain, casting doubt as you prepare for dinner.

Collecting yourself, you complete your makeup and style your hair. Opting to go without panties, you're left in the miniskirt and a crop top. As you head out, thoughts of your text exchange with Matt linger, and the anticipation of potential awkwardness looms. Arriving at the bustling and noisy restaurant, you cringe at the sensory overload. Seated at the table the triplets reserved, Chris, with his AirPods in, offers a smile before returning to his phone. Nick greets you and gives you a side hug as he heads to find a bathroom, leaving you practically alone with Matt as you take a seat beside him in the booth, Chris across from you, along with Nick's empty space.

"Hey," Matt whispers, a smile playing on his lips as he takes in your appearance. You respond with a sheepish smile, exhaling nervously as his eyes linger on the familiar skirt from the earlier picture. You swear you detect a flicker of lust in his gaze as he observes the miniskirt showcasing your thighs. A teasing smirk crosses his lips, leaning in closer, his breath caressing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you wearing underwear?" he whispers.

Your smile fades, eyes widening as if the air has been sucked from your lungs. You hadn't anticipated him bringing up the picture, especially not here and not like this. Turning slightly towards him, jaw slightly dropped, you're rendered speechless, unable to trust the words that might escape. He releases a low, breathy chuckle at your bewildered expression, checking if Chris is paying attention. His gaze returns to you, and he licks his lips. "I’ll take that as a no? Such a slut..." he taunts, his hand finding your thigh under the table, giving it a small squeeze, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Raising his eyebrows, eyes filled with anticipation as you nod to confirm your lack of panties, he shook his head as he coaxed, "Words, baby."

"No, I'm not wearing any underwear," you mumble sheepishly, biting your lip. His hand moves up painfully slow, his eyes attentively tracing every reaction to his touch, as if committing your responses to memory. This situation was beyond what you expected when you sent that picture; now, with his hand creeping up your thigh, you're uncertain how to proceed. He smiles at your sudden shyness, leaning in closer, his lips brushing over your ear. "Atta girl, you listen so well."

"Matt, we're in a restaurant," you whisper sternly, though your voice wavers. Squeezing your thighs shut, you guide his hand away with your own, shooting him a warning glare. Despite the growing desire between your legs, engaging in this here, with Chris across the table and Nick likely to return soon, feels too risky. Matt revels in the thrill, enjoying watching you squirm as you attempt to stay unfazed by his persistent touch. "Which is exactly why you're gonna be quiet for me. Can you do that, baby?" he says softly, the smug smirk on his face almost challenging you.

Your gaze shifts to Chris, engrossed in his phone with an empty spot beside him awaiting Nick's return. Returning your attention to Matt, you scan his sharp features and nod. "Yes, I'll be quiet," you agree, slowly allowing your thighs to open once more, anticipating the touch of his long, slender fingers. His eyes glint with adoration as his hand resumes its journey up your thigh, slipping tantalizingly under your miniskirt. Moving with agonizing slowness, he watches as you shudder with each upward movement. His fingertips graze over your core, and he chuckles slightly at the frustrated sigh escaping you. The anticipation is maddening, and in a less public setting, you'd have surrendered to him entirely. He swipes his index finger through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp as one of his cold rings meets your sensitive skin. "Fucking soaked," he mumbles, and you impatiently huff, growing tired of his teasing. "I'm so close to doing it myself."

He grips your chin in a possessive, and dominant manner, forcing you to meet his gaze. "One day, I'm gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours," he grunts, using the opportunity of no one watching to steal your lips in a kiss, swallowing the moan that escapes as two of his fingers slide into you, stretching your tight walls. Breaking the kiss once he senses you can keep quiet, or at least try, his fingers gradually start pumping into you, the restaurant's bustling atmosphere and loud music drowning out the slick, wet sounds. One of your hands clutches the booth seat, the other clinging to his knee, your lip tucked beneath your teeth as you attempt to stifle your whines and whimpers.

Suddenly, Nick returns from the bathroom, causing your eyes to widen and your face to flush. Matt halts his movements, but he keeps his fingers inside you. The thought of being caught, especially by his brothers, is paralyzing. As Nick rejoins, Chris diverts his attention from his phone, engaging in conversation about new video ideas. Matt nods along, feigning interest, and gradually resumes pumping his fingers into you. You shoot him a panicked look, to which he only smirks.

A waiter arrives with appetizers ordered by the boys before your arrival, and takes your orders. While Nick and Chris indulge in the appetizers, you find yourself indulging in a different sensation—Matt's fingers exploring you in enticing ways. Balancing the act of appearing normal becomes challenging when your best friend is treating you so intimately. Refraining from joining the conversation, you grab an appetizer, bringing it to your mouth as you attempt to eat. Matt's sees this and his fingers quicken their pace, causing a small moan to escape you. Chris raises an eyebrow, shooting a questioning glare your way, prompting Matt to ease up as Chris starts to speak. "You okay, Y/N?"

Eyes widening, you choke slightly on your food, hastily nodding at him. "Y-yeah, the appetizer is just really good," you mumble sheepishly, and Matt snickers. Chris gives you a strange look but returns to his conversation. You're tempted to hit Matt for embarrassing you, but his fingers remain deep inside you, making you completely defenseless. Your knees attempt to shut, shying from the intensifying sensation in your stomach, coupled with the fear of being discovered like this. Matt's foot nudges yours over his, bringing your leg slightly onto his lap, compelling you to spread. Leaning in to your neck, he whispers into your ear, "Can you keep quiet if I let you cum, hmm?"

You nod desperately, but Matt narrows his eyes, halting his finger movements entirely. A silent whine escapes your lips from the loss of momentum, and your eyes plead with him to continue. "Words," he mutters harshly, taunting you. You try to calm yourself, the last thing you need is to accidentally moan and give away what's happening under the table. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, you manage to say, "Yes, please," in a hushed voice.

Amusement plays across Matt's face, finding it entertaining to watch you struggle to hold yourself together. He resumes his movements, slowly pumping his fingers inside you, rebuilding the knot in your stomach. "Good girl, cum all over my fingers, princess," he murmurs as he pulls back. His gaze returns to his brothers, maintaining the facade of genuine interest in their conversation, but his focus is solely on you and the desire to make you feel good. His fingers thrust mercilessly inside you, his thumb tracing circles on your swollen clit. The overwhelming sensation brings you dangerously close to the edge. With your elbow on the table, you bring your head to rest in your hand, covering your mouth to conceal the lewd moans threatening to escape. Matt curls his fingers inside, providing the extra push needed. You bite down on your hand, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed as you come on his fingers. A muffled moan escapes your throat, but blinded by bliss, you don't care. Nick and Chris glance over, offering worried looks.

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" Chris asks, confusion etched on his face. Matt's fingers gradually ease out of you, your breathing slightly heavy as you attempt to regain your senses. "Yeah... I think I'm just having a really bad migraine," you mumble, feigning discomfort as you rub your temple. Chris and Nick nod understandingly, offering sympathetic looks. Matt pats your knee thats on top of his own and smiles slightly at his brothers. "I'm gonna take her home, just box our food and bring it home with you guys later, i’ll Venmo you for an Uber," he says, ushering you out of the booth. The two boys bid you farewells, and as Matt grips your hips, pressing himself up behind you, to them it seems like he's ensuring your safe exit. In reality, he's forcing you to feel the hard bulge desperate for relief in his pants. He kisses the top of your head and the base of your neck. "We're not done," he whispers, gently guiding you out of the restaurant towards his van, leaving your mind racing with thoughts of what he has in store for you.

[stursweet]

dream

matt sturniolo

pairing : f!reader x matt

requested : “idk if this is too much / weird asf but could you maybe do one where the reader is having a dream (winks repeatedly) while sleeping next to matt and you like moan or something so he wakes you up and teases you and then makes you feel better… idk i’m a whore sorry you’ll make it sound better”

warnings : sexual content .. major warning ho .. not proofread

an: me writing for matthews fuckass (rare sighting) please enjoy even tho this is a fucking mess and i’m high🤗 i love you guys so much 💖🫂 knowing that y’all bitches take the time out of ur lives to read what my dumbass is typing means so much to me (corny but true)🤗💖 hope this feeds the matt girls cause y’all ferocious.. also i LOVE this request thank you anon baby i hope you like it even tho this trash as hell

his hand travels down your stomach, slow and taunting - his fingertips cold and harsh against your skin. your pulse is in your ears; your blood sits in your cheeks.

“tell me how bad you want it,” he whispers, lips pressed against your ear - his mouth moving to bite, suck, and kiss the sensitive skin on your neck and collarbones.

“i- i want-“ you struggle, his fingers suddenly dipping underneath your waistband.

“you can beg better than that.” a slight smile rests on his lips.

“please, please - touch me, matt - please,” you whine, followed by two of his fingers thrusting into you without warning. he curls them perfectly ; hitting your spot repeatedly, watching you writhe and thrash underneath him.

“don’t cum yet, baby. gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

a hand on your shoulder, shaking you. your eyes fly open: the room is pitch black - silent and calm. your heart pounds in your chest, and you become uncomfortably aware of the sweat on your neck and back. out of breath, panting, you turn your head to look at him.

his lips are twisted into a smile. he moves his hand slowly to your back, rubbing in soft circles.

“what’d you dream?” he asks, tone thick with taunt and play. you cover your palms with your hands, shaking your head.

“no, tell me, baby.” he instructs, continuing the gentle rub of his palm to your back.

“i don’t remember,” you reply. you feel the bed shake slightly - he’s laughing.

“don’t be shy now,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep. the realization hits - you’d woken him up with your whines. you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment.

“please touch me, matt, please!” he mocks you, laughing beneath your hand when you reach over to cover his mouth.

“what were we doing?” he questions. you shake your head in reply - embarrassment wiring your mouth shut.

“if you wanted me, you could’ve just asked, baby.” he whispers, his voice carrying a slight rasp.

“come here,” he instructs, sitting up for you to straddle him.

complying, you move to sit on top of him - your legs on his sides. he moves his hand to slide up your thigh, slow and taunting. you watch him as he drags his eyes up your body, drinking in the sight of you in only his shirt and a thong.

eventually reaching his hand to your center, he runs his fingers over your thong, breath hitching at the wetness he’s met with.

“soaked,” he whispers, leaning up to pepper kisses on your jaw. with his thumb, he begins tauntingly slow circles against your clit, reveling in the whimpers and whines that escape your lips.

“more,” you whisper, swiveling your hips down onto him in desperation.

“yeah?” he asks. “you want my fingers inside you?” he taunts, watching you nod frantically. instantaneously, he pulls your underwear to the side; pushing two fingers into you. the sound of your wetness is impossible to ignore.

“you hear that? how worked up you are for me, princess?” he taunts against your skin, slamming his fingers deep inside of you; up to his knuckle.

you nod, squeezing your eyes shut - pressure beginning to spin wildly in your abdomen.

“i’m -“ you choke, unable to speak through his merciless thrusts.

“cum for me, baby - all over my fingers.”

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday 🫂

Here’s more from my pet names 10 + 1 fic. I accidentally made this fic more emotional than I was intending but I mean this 10 + 1 seems to be going all over the place ups and downs and I actually like that. You kinda get a glimpse into their lives at different points which is cute. Anyways please enjoy I need the support to finish this.

“Thomas? Like, you call me Evan?” Buck tries, again, choosing to ignore Tommy’s remarks because this is important he needs to come up with a special name just for them.

Buck notices the way that Tommy freezes slightly at the name before simply shaking his head. “Not, Thomas,” Tommy says, an unreadable expression drifting over his face replacing the soft look from before. His eyes glaze over slightly like he’s remembering something he’d rather not, before he shakes his head and blinks himself back into the present.

“No?” Buck asks, because he’s always too curious for his own good.

Tommy opens his mouth but pauses. He stares down, away from Buck, biting at his tongue softly as he thinks over his words. “My, uh, my dad used to call me that.” Tommy clears his throat, coughing lightly. “He—he wasn’t a good man,” Tommy admits.

“Oh,” Buck says. He wishes in that moment that he was better at words. That he could communicate that he may not fully understand but that he’s here, that he knows shitty parents and that he loves Tommy always. He’s stuck though, they haven’t said I love you yet and he’s not sure that now is the right time, but he doesn’t know how to say anything else without giving those feelings away.

“I—I won’t call you that,” Buck says, giving him a soft smile. He takes Tommy’s hand in his own, squeezing softly, trying to put all of his affection into that touch. It's all he can think to do right now. He hopes that’s enough.

Tagging for WIP Wednesday <3 (tell me if you want to be added or removed)

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[dokries]

as you are

pairing: lee seokmin (dokyeom) x gender neutral reader

genre: comfort, established relationship

word count: 363

warnings: reader is very insecure about themself (they mention feeling like there’s something inherently wrong with them), crying, reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight near the end (but it’s not super relevant! you can pretend you don’t see it being about reader and just seokmin ‎♡), dk is a Very Sweet Boy, a kiss on the head

author note: you are loved ‎🫂

masterlist

“hey, seokmin?” he looks up at the sound of your voice and smiles encouragingly.

you clear your throat, turning towards him as he puts his phone face down on the living room table. “yes, my love?”

when you open your mouth before closing it a few times, seokmin chuckles and takes your hands in his, always with that ever present smile on his face.

“do you ever feel…ashamed of me?” you ask hesitantly, watching for the immediate frown that takes over his face—guess that smile can be replaced after all.

seokmin squeezes your hands, and looks at you in shock. “why would i ever be ashamed of you? i love you, and that will always be true.”

“i just…i’m not good enough to be with you. heck, i’m not—” you pause as your throat closes up, and seokmin wipes the tears as they fall gently, pulling you into a hug.

“i’m like something that was manufactured wrong, something you immediately want to throw away.” you quiet after this, the only sound in the room being you taking in short breaths to try to calm yourself as seokmin rubs his hands over your back soothingly.

after a few calm moments, he speaks, voice gentle, though there’s a firmness lying underneath it. “you are not ‘manufactured wrong’. you never have been, and you never will be.”

seokmin squeezes you comfortingly as you bite back a sob before sighing softly into your hair. “i love you as you are, and that would be the same even if you were ‘normal.’ i hope you know that i’ll love you, no matter what your limitations are.”

you sniff as another onset of tears come on, and seokmin holds you for as long as you need, his own eyes watering as he pats your back again. “i love you so, so, so much. and i wish you could see yourself in my eyes.”

“even if both of us have bad eyesight?” you crack, voice hoarse, sniffing as he laughs mockingly.

“very funny.” seokmin sighs again, and kisses you on the head. “i would get surgery just for you then, so you could see yourself as clearly as i can.”

[sukiipjs]

˚₊‧꒰ა SUKIIPJS MASTERLIST ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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🦢 -> smut - 🫂

🥥 -> fluff - 👥

🕊️ -> angst - 👤

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| : ̗̀➛ CHRIS STURNIOLO

❧ oneshots :

look at the moon 🫂:👥

only you 🫂

shower 🫂:👥?

road trip 👥

positive 👥

be quiet 🫂

❧ series :

none yet…

❧ other :

nsfw alphabet

bf!chris headcanons (coming soon)

random pictures 2

| : ̗̀➛ MATT STURNIOLO

✿ oneshots :

let me help 🫂:👥

here with me 👥

bite me 🫂

from the start 👥

rain like bullets 👥

stop being a brat 🫂

truth or dare 🫂:👥

✿ series :

none yet…

✿ other :

nsfw alphabet

bf!matt headcanons (coming soon)

random pictures 2

| : ̗̀➛ NICK STURNIOLO

✮ oneshots :

carnival 👥

get to it 🫂

pink in the night 👥

make you mine 🫂

painted nails 🫂

photo booth 🫂

my boy 👤:👥?

i don’t want to 👤:👥

get off 🫂

am i dreaming 🫂

✮ series :

blondie pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 👤:👥

✮ other :

nsfw alphabet

bf!nick headcanons

snaps you’d get as nicks bf

random pictures 2 3 4 5

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° .

[jacesvelaryons]

could you do a tom blyth social media ai where sadie sink is the faceclaim!?

hi my love, of course. i hope you like it! please continue to comment, like, subscribe send me requests or just hit my asks to let me know how i’m doing.

sorry this took so long 😭

auburn hair (tom blyth x actress!reader social media au)

masterlist

requests OPEN

yourusername

new do, who’s this?

liked by tomblyth, justinbieber, chloebailey and others

alexconsani what’s ya name B.O.B so they calling you BAWB

↩️ yourusername i hesitated on the bob until you talked me into it now you do this 😭😭u make me sick

ayoedibiri wifey in white

↩️ yourusername ilysmm

hallebailey so nice to see you again after so long girl!

↩️yourusername absolutely it’s been too long! let’s catch up for brunch

tomblyth you look angelic darling. wish i was there with you that night.

↩️yourusername wish you were there too babe! love you

tomholland2013 nice to see you mate xx

↩️ yourusername long time no see!

thehollywoodreporter

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we report actor tom blyth @/tomblyth and actress y/n l/n @/yourusername being very cozy and intimate at last week’s annual hollywood gala dinner. the two have since quietly confirmed through their agencies that they have been in a committed relationship for over a year and ask for everyone to respect the privacy of their romance.

fans82 the joint net worth of this couple must be CRAZYY 💀💀

↩️username123 can they adopt me actually

user9711 so glad tom feels comfortable being so public with her when he used to be so scared showing anything from his private life

usernamehere I love them actually

random167 they deserve their happy ending

tomblyth

liked by mayahawke and others

let's go back.

rachelzegler looked like so much fun while I was recording all day 🙄

↩️ tomblyth next time for karaoke rach!

coreymylchreest best time with the lads

↩️ tomblyth time of our lives

horatio.james gotta do it again

yourusername from before my hair grew out

↩️ynfan111 your hair clips are so cute girlie!!

↩️ yourusername thank you 😅 tom put them up like that for me

yourusername

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going on a trip.

tomblyth my favourite ginger

liked by yourusername

↩️

jennaortega auburn locks with flaming hair>>>

↩️ yourusername love you my angel

troye my best girl

↩️ yourusername best boy>>

↩️ troye second to your man ofc 🙄

ashleyjliao the sweetest couple

↩️ yourusername thank you for introducing us to one another ❤️🫂

↩️ashleyjliao I better me maid of honour and godmom to your first child 😝

↩️ rachelzegler gotta fight me for that 😏

oliviarodrigo how does your hair grow that fast 😭😭

↩️ yourusername I don't know but it just does lol

tomblyth.fansite

liked by yourusername

croissainticles video posted today after the austin festival!

yourusername damn it’s like i’m not even here 😒

↩️tomblyth offered you one and you said you didn’t one until you took a bite out of mine

justins.croissants we glad he loved it! we'd like to sponsor you @/tomblyth for a sponsored post about our fresh croissants.

↩️ tomblyth this is the best time of my life actually

↩️tomblyth.fansite I'm crying I know he's so excited of like the free months of croissants or something

yourusername

don’t worry about me we got challengers at home 🤭🍽️

liked by sophiewildee and others

tomblyth.fansite I'm crying he looked so baby 😭

liked by yourusername

↩️ yourusername I know right 😂😂

tomblyth baby not this photo 😔

↩️ yourusername can't help you look so cute 🤭🤭

danielwebber good god who is this

nuriaavegaa oh my 😅😅

[joocomics]

pairing: bf!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: fluff cw: none

a/n: my small birthday gift for @xhfics 💕 happy birthday, bestie! i wish you lots of happiness and blessings 🫂 enjoy your day~

Seungmin gives you the last bite of his piece of cake and smiles with delight at how much you ended up loving the cake he bought for you. You’ve been together for two and a half years, yet he still takes forever to pick out gifts for you sometimes, despite knowing you better than anyone else; better than himself even.

It’s 1:30 in the morning - your birthday, and he surprised you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, an amazing cake and a special necklace that from this day forward, will always be with you. Despite the late hour and the long workday he had, he doesn’t look tired. The happiness on your face is fuelling him with energy and joy, and nobody can tell that he’s been recording till midnight for the new album.

“I love you so much.” He says, running his knuckles against your cheek. Every motion of his hands are gentle, radiating affection exactly like his voice.

“You just said that a minute ago.” You chuckle as your fingers play with the necklace that’s now hanging from your neck.

“One time isn’t enough.” Seungmin smiles a bit before focusing his gaze on your lips. “I also need to kiss you again.”

He didn’t knew it’s possible, but his love for you keeps on growing, and on special days like this one he feels so grateful to be able to experience them with you.

At that moment, your eyes shift their attention too, to his mouth as he continues to speak more quietly.

“Did I already say that too?” He jokes, leaning forward even more.

“No,” your one hand crawls up his chest only to rest on the side of his neck like an invitation. “But you don’t need to, you can just kiss me.”

Seungmin lifts up your chin slightly and presses his soft lips against yours. He accepts your invitation by giving you a long, deep kiss that feels familiar, but extra sweet and meaningful for both of you.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

[bullet-prooflove]

Okay so how about : We took a polaroid i put it in my wallet - for Jack Dayton?

Sending hugs!🫂

Tagging: @soultrysworld@kmc1989@livingonthehems@tess-love@mandy426

Companion piece to:

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Cartier - Jack tries to build some healthier habits to vent his stress.

Bali - A vacation in Bali leads Jack to make some life changes.

There’s a polaroid in Jack’s wallet, it’s black and white, slightly blurry. It’s of a woman clad in black negligee, her back arched in ecstasy, her face is tilted away just out of the shot. There’s a man inside of her, his palm gripping her thigh as he fucks her with the camera in his hand, he’s out of shot too.

It’s Jack’s favourite picture of the two of you, a moment of pure unadulterated bliss.

He pulls it out when he has to travel for business, when he’s alone in a hotel room in a different country without you pressed against him and he touches himself. He’s always struggled coming without pain, it’s easier now though since he’s been with you, he doesn’t have to cut himself to get off. He just thinks of the sensation of your cunt  gripping him, your teeth biting down on his shoulder and he’s already in the throes of pleasure, spilling his release all over his fist.

It’s never been this easy, he thinks as he rinses himself in the shower. He’s always struggled with intimacy, even with himself but you, you’ve unlocked something deep inside of him. He feels worthy of affection these days, deserving of it.

He’s surveying the room service menu when his phone starts to chime, he smiles as your name appears on the screen.

Amélie…

Your mother was spirited and French, she’d raised you in the US as a single parent.

He checks the time and does the math. It’s 8pm in Tokyo and Chicago is fourteen hours behind that makes it 6am where you are. When you appear on his phone you’re sitting in his bed back home, you’re lying with your head propped up on his pillow, your hair is loose and wild. He gets a little thrill knowing that he’s your very first thought when you wake up.

“I miss you.” He says softly. He’s been out of your presence for a couple of days now and he feels the absence acutely. He wishes he was laying beside you right now, holding you, loving you.

“I miss you too.” You say and he can tell you mean it from the sincerity in your voice. “Have you been looking at our picture?”

“I did.” He says, feeling that flush of heat rush through him again as your thumbs slip under the slender straps of your camisole. You  guide them down your shoulders, the silk slipping from your skin as you whisper.

“How about a live show Mr Dayton?”

Love Jack? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

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[strniohoeee]

hey, can you do some fluff like yn has anxiety, and Matt helps her, thanks @stupendousoperatorwolfathlete

Tightening

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is suffering from anxiety silently until Matt takes notices and talks with her🫂

Warnings⚠️: None just mentions of anxiety. I would say this is more of a blurb because it’s really short, but hope you enjoy still🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: I’m God- Clams Casino, Imogen Heap

It’s what

I think

Bite tongue, deep breaths

I was sitting with Matt watching The Breakfast Club when suddenly my thoughts started to race. This has been happening to me frequently. I would wake up feeling anxious and sick, and I would try and focus on something else. It would work for a while, but then that feeling came back

These last two days I’ve been suffering from the worst anxiety of my life. I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was causing it because my thoughts were just constantly racing. I felt the feeling creep up behind me working its way from my stomach up to my heart and chest and then into my brain

My breathing would quicken, and I would shut my eyes as my hands began to shake. I tried my best to calm myself down doing everything Matt would tell me to do in instances like this. Usually it would work, but these last two days it hasn’t been working the best

I sat next to Matt glancing over at him to make sure he couldn’t see me freaking out. I loved Matt, but I hated being a burden as far as my anxiety. He had his own anxiety to worry about, and I didn’t want mine to affect him at all

My breathing began to pick up, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My hands began to shake and my stomach began to turn. I tried my best to calm myself down. Shutting my eyes and breathing in through my noses

Suddenly I let out a sigh that I didn’t mean to, and Matt instantly looked over at me concern written all over his face

“Are you okay?” He asked pausing the movie

“Yeah I’m good, sorry” I said in a whisper

“That was an anxious sigh, I know you babe. What’s wrong?” He asked me turning towards me more

“I’m okay I promise” I said giving him a smile

“Talk to me” he said grabbing my hands to stop them from shaking

“I’m not so sure. I just have been feeling really anxious these past two days, and for no reason. I don’t want to burden you with this” I said shaking my head

“This isn’t a burden at all if there’s anyone in your life who can really help you it would be. Don’t ever feel that way” He said smiling at me with sad eyes

“I know, I just hate this feeling and I wish it would go away” I said swallowing thickly

“Well what’s on your mind?” He asked me

“I don’t know, I always feel like I should be doing more with my life, I feel like I’m slowly becoming a failure and I feel like you’ll leave me because you’re going to get bored. And then I think about the future. Where will I be? What will I be doing? Are you there with me? It just keeps my mind racing” I said letting a tear slip

Matt wiped my eye

“Baby I will never leave you okay. You’re not a failure and you never will be. You have done so many amazing things and you continue to do amazing things. And as far as the future goes, you can’t control that okay. You have to stop worrying about controlling what’s out of your hands. We just have to live everyday one by one and see where the wind takes us” he said giggling at his corny little metaphor

“You’re right. I’m sorry there’s no reason for me to be this way” I said giggling too

“It’s normal okay. Every human being feels this way from time to time, and that’s okay. Never struggle with this alone I will always be right here for you I promise my love” he said pulling me and hugging me

“Thank you Matt truly for everything. You make everything better” I said pulling away from the hug and kissing him gently

“I love you too. Just how you’re my rock I’m your rock too” he said smiling at me

“I love you” I said blushing and looking away for a second

“My beautiful girl what would I without you” he said pulling me and snuggling me in closely

“You’re too good to me” I said nuzzling in closer to Matt’s chest

He placed a kiss on my forehead, and unpaused the movie. Matt and I finished the film and decided to go for a drive to enjoy the scenery and get something to eat

It was so crazy to me how Matt made me feel so safe, and instantly was able to make me feel better about myself.

He’s the love of my life.

The End

I hope yall enjoyed this one! And I’m sorry it was short, but I’m not too sure how to make something like this lengthy. I also have two other imagines like this on my page, so I don’t want to get redundant🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽