#metalcore smut

[sorrowsofsilence]

Louder • Sebastian

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x FemReader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+), unprotected PnV (pls wrap it before you tap it), swearing, slight choking, fem fingering, eye contact. (even if you squint hard enough there is like, no plot, oops)

Prompt: You know what they say, vocalists do it louder.

Authors note: 1/4 of the prompt: “vocalists do it louder, bassists do it deeper, guitarists finger faster, drummers do it harder.” Which member do you want next? ;)

THIS IS A FIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SITUATIONS! I AM NOT IMPLYING THEY WOULD DO THIS / DID THIS / WOULD ACT LIKE THIS IRL. THIS FIC IS JUST FOR FUN, AND DOES NOT INTERPRET THE MEMBER IRL IN ANY WAY. ITS FICTION! THINK OF THEM LIKE AN ACTOR! lol

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d

Well, you know what they say, vocalists do it louder.

“I got the mirror so you can watch yourself while I’m fucking you.”

Noah whispered in your ear as you stood in front of your reflections. He stood behind you, his tall figure looming over you as his chest pressed into your back. You watched as Noah’s eyes traced every curve of your body, absorbing your image with so much desire. Noah’s hands trailed up and down your body delicately, the tips of his inked fingers grazing across the bare skin of your torso, goosebumps rising across your arms with every lingering moment.

Trailing down to your waistband Noah’s fingers tugged at your thong, running his finger suggestively between the hem, watching your body shudder with anticipation, and you felt your abdomen clench through the rush of lust he inflicted upon you. His lips found their way behind your ear. As he kissed his way down, Noah’s hand slid across your abdomen, his long fingers dipping into your lace panties.

You wore them just for him, hoping that when he came home from rehearsal he would notice how your oversized t-shirt would ride up, exposing your lower half that beckoned for his attention.

“You’re not wearing shorts underneath?” He had said, noticing how you sat suggestively on the couch, resting on your side, ass facing the doorway.

“It’s too warm,” you had shrugged, your lip finding its way between your teeth as you bit back a smile, watching Noah’s eyes flicker between your body and eyes. His hair was messy from exhaustion, but his eyes turned dark with admiration. You couldn’t help but notice the way his white t-shirt hung loosely on his perfect body, his short black shorts covering his already hardening self he held you in a chokehold, just by how good he looked.

“You’re so fucking wet, already?” Noah let out a low groan as he stiffened against you, pressing into your body as his free hand crossed over your body, holding your hips into him with his one arm. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

Noah’s fingers ran teasingly through your arousal, slipping the tip of his finger before pulling them back up, barely brushing over the spot you needed most. Your stomach clenched even more in hope, praying he would touch you where you wanted him most.

“Please Noah,” you whispered in desperation, it was almost embarrassing how much control he held over you. “I need you to touch me, please.”

Noah loved hearing you plead for him. He was such a whore for begging and praises from you that he couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips as you mumbled his name, soft exhales being taken from your mouth. Noah loved being wanted, he loved being desired, and he knew that he would get that by teasing you.

“What do you want from me?” Noah’s teeth grazed along your collarbone. Your hands travelled to push his further into you, desperate for any amount of friction.

“Your fingers, fucking me, please,” you began to squirm from the torment, his fingers once again teasing. “Noah please.”

His lips parted into a satisfied smile, his face resting between the crook of your neck as you leaned back into him, letting go. Noah finally pushed his fingers into you, curling them as his palm rubbed against your desire.

You closed your eyes in relief, your body becoming limp from the release of tension.

“Eyes open,” Noah said, and you obeyed, attempting to maintain eye contact with the deep brown eyes through the mirror in front of you.

His absolute favourite was when you watched him worship you. He loved as your eyes became lidded from ecstasy, but you tried your best to fight the urge to close them and succumb to his fingers. Noah loved the way your lips parted gently, eyebrows furrowing.

He played with your body, hands grazing over your stomach and chest, allowing himself to explore what was his; but his arousal got the best of him as he rolled his hips behind you, desperate for friction himself.

Noah rested on his knees, holding you down onto his lap. You knew both your thighs would burn from this position, but this was how he could hit the spot you needed. He slipped his fingers out from you, before pulling his shorts down, barely enough to expose himself.

He was so desperate to be inside your body he couldn’t take the three seconds to remove his clothes.

“Do you want me to take these off-“ you began, ready to pull your underwear down your hips but Noah’s hand pulled yours away.

“On,” he said hastily, tugging the lace to the side, holding it in place between his three fingers, before positioning himself below you.

“Noah I-“ but he was already thrusting into you, your arousal guiding him with ease.

Moans escaped Noah’s lips, his body shuddering underneath you as he began to pant.

You always thought you’d be the vocal one, considering how well Noah has always treated you; but the amount of lust Noah felt as he fucked you left him a complete vocal mess. Nothing turned you on more than Noah’s pornographic moans, knowing that it was your body wrapped around him that made him crumble beneath you.

Your knees and thighs ached as he pounded into you from behind, but the sexual desire of Noah’s body taking over your left you unable to comprehend what was going on.

“Oh fuck Noah,” you cried, and his free hand ran up your chest, wrapping around your throat, his fingers gently squeezing your skin. Noah’s other hand left your underwear, his forearm crossing your stomach as he held you firmly against his body, his pace never ceasing. You watched as he pounded into you, your eyes meeting his in the reflection. The sight was beautiful.

“Oh my god Y/N you feel so fucking good,” Noah’s deep groans vibrated against the back of your head as he caged your body onto his. Noah’s hips thrust upwards, causing your limbs to shake as your body began to warm, climbing towards your release.

“I- Noah,” words were barely able to leave your lips before a loud whale left you collapsing.

Noah grunted loudly with every thrust, pushing into you with his sounds as he released, allowing himself to freely control your body, “fuck Y/N, I love it when you moan. Let the entire neighbourhood know you’re mine.”

Noah’s voice rang through your ears as he rode out his high, gripping your hips, his hair cascading over his face.

You were both left panting, chests heaving as you watched each other in the mirror again, sharing a smile. You loved how even after giving himself completely to you, Noah’s soft side always shone through. He adored you, and everything you offered.

“I fucking love you.” Noah’s face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, face flushing as he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you.

You let your arm fall back and run your fingers through his hair, smiling, “I love how vocal you are.”

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1/4 ;) who’s next?

Ps. sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written since I Was Always Yours. Writers block is a bitch. BUT I have a mini story that was requested in the works (hoping it’ll work out!) but I thought these would be quick and easy, AND I could do one for each member! :p

[tusks-and-claws]

I’m Not What You Need (But I Am)

Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary:  “When you sit there/acting like you know me/acting like you only brought me here to get below me”

You have a concern to bring to Miguel, but when he hears what you really think of him, he doesn’t let you off so easily

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, kind of missionary idk what to call it, dominant Miguel, brat taming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, choking, sort of strangers to lovers, maybe a little bit of a hatefuck if you squint, reader is a Spider person, def a bit out of character

Wordcount: 3.5k

Find on Ao3 here :3

"Why are you coming to me with such trivial annoyances?" Miguel O'Hara asked you from the platform of his lab, at least ten feet above you. He was tapping on various screens, not giving you eye contact. It felt purposeful, pointed. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to know when fights broke out. Keeping the peace and all that." You felt yourself growing warm, anxiety fluttering in your stomach. 

"What I want," he said, his tone growing short. "Is for people to sort out their own bullshit, so I can worry about what's important. Which, if you haven't noticed, is much bigger than you and I and some stupid fight in the lobby."

As soon as he said it, you knew he was right. But he was still being an asshole. You were only trying to help.

You put your hands up in defense. "I just thought you'd wanna know." Then whispered under your breath "douchebag," as you turned to walk away.

But your progress was halted by something tugging at your wrist. You looked down to see what it was, and closed your eyes, quietly cursing yourself. Neon red webbing. 

"You wanna run that by me again?" Miguel asked. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat. "Nothing, it was nothing. I'll just leave." 

You tried to pull free, but he was reeling you in, like a helpless fish on a hook. "Oh, no," he said, sounding somewhat amused. "No, I heard you. 'Douchebag,' eh? Not very creative. But…" he paused when you were closer, close enough that he could look directly down at you. "I want to hear you say it again. Face to face, this time."

You frowned. "How can we be 'face to face' when you're so high above me?"

He wagged a finger at you. "You've got a point there." In a sudden flash of tingling, your Spider sense triggered. But Miguel was too fast, he'd been doing this for far longer than you had. In an instant, you were wrapped in neon red and being hoisted upward onto the platform. He planted you right in front of him, putting his hands on his hips and leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. "Happy?"

You huffed. Why was he like this? A self-satisfied grin played at the edges of his plush lips as he scrutinized you with bloodshot eyes. Finally registering how close he was, and how huge he was, you started turning red. He could throw you around like you weighed nothing, couldn't he? He had just lifted you up here with hardly any effort. You'd never thought about another Spider like this. Sure, you were all strong, but there was something in Miguel's upper body that you couldn't free from your thoughts, something in those massive shoulders, something-

"Well?" He asked, breaking your trance. "I don't have all day."

You met his eyes. They looked so tired. You didn't want to insult him anymore. You wanted to leave and pretend like the thoughts you had about him never existed. 

But you knew what he needed to hear. 

"Douchebag," you repeated. 

He smiled, and it was humorless. "It's nice to know that this is what people think of me. That I did this for all of us, and everyone in our worlds. And the word that comes to mind when people talk to me is…?" He raised an eyebrow prompting you. 

"...Douchebag."

"That's right!" He pointed a finger at you. "I don't ask for much. I ask for people to listen and respect the operation. And that means respecting my time, too, eh? No more coming right to me with petty fights that people can solve on their own." 

You just stared back up at him, hardly registering his words. Respect time, no more fights, whatever. His hair looked so soft. 

"Got it?" He asked, starting to sound frustrated again. 

You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it."

"G-got it." 

"Good." He patted your shoulder. What an odd gesture. It was very nearly caring. "Let's get you out of here." He flexed his hand, talons coming free. He quickly swiped at the webbing he had wrapped you in, the strands snapping and falling to the floor in shreds.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. His brow furrowed. "Listen, I know I'm scary, but I'm just doing my job."

You shook your head. "I'm- I'm not scared."

"Are you not? Dios mio, I can hear your blood pumping." 

His heightened senses were going to be your death sentence. The longer he stood staring at you, the worse your thoughts became. But you couldn't bring yourself to move away from his attention. You crossed your arms, trying to make yourself small so he would stop looking at you. 

He raised an eyebrow. "What, do you wanna be friends or something?"

No, you thought, I want us to be something different. 

Despite your best efforts, you blurted out, "no, in all honesty, I've never really liked you that much." Why did you say that? What was wrong with you? 

He cocked his head, his eyes widening, processing what you just said. He started to nod. "Oh, wow. Great. Thank you so much. What a productive conversation. And you're still here because…?"

"Because you getting the last word in is infuriating to me." You couldn't stop yourself. You knew this was bad, but you couldn't stop.

"How do you think I feel? You came here for the sole purpose of bothering me and now you won't leave me the shock alone." He pointed at you again, forefinger lightly jabbing your collarbone. "You. Can. Leave. This is my lab, you little brat." He spoke the words through gritted teeth, and you could just barely see his elongated canines, gleaming and sharp in the light of the lab's computer screens. 

Oh no.

You stood there, just blinking at him. You've never seen someone so annoyed looking so attractive at the same time. It wasn't fucking fair.

He suddenly started, the anger from his face vanishing, confusion taking its place. "Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "That's why your heart is pounding?"

Fuck.

"What, uh… what do you-"

"Don't play dumb with me.” He placed a gloved finger under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. “I can smell that you're turned on. Is that why you came here to bother me? So you could gawk at me? And maybe I'd fuck you if you were lucky."

You backed up, nearly slipping off the edge of the raised platform. Miguel reached out and caught your hand, pulling you in close to him. Unconsciously, you splayed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His body was so warm and inviting, and you were drawn into it like a little planet circling a blazing sun. 

What was happening, what were you doing?

"Is that what you thought?" He asked, seeming to echo the questions you asked yourself, his voice growing more quiet as he looked down at you.

You quickly raised your hands away from him, closing them into loose fists and crossing your arms again. "No," you said, truthfully. 

"But you're thinking it now." He nodded. "Aren't you?"

After a pause, you nodded too.

"I really need to hear you say it." He probed.

"I'm…. I'm thinking about it now."

"Oh, are you? Thinking about what?"

You swore under your breath, doing a poor job of hiding a scowl. You should've known he wasn't going to make it easy for you. 

"Thinking about you fucking me." You grimaced after admitting it, waiting for him to mock you and disown you. 

He smiled. "That's funny. I thought I was a douchebag." 

"Fuck you, man!" You threw your arms up into the air, turning around and preparing to hop down from the platform. 

“No no no, come on, now,” he said, grasping your wrist with a large, warm hand. His grip was surprisingly gentle. “Why don’t you give me a chance to change your mind?”

You looked him in the eyes, and there was a small spark there. You sighed, unable to deny the reaction your body had to him. You wanted him. And he was offering himself to you. What reality was this where that was even possible? Not ten minutes ago, you were hardly closer than strangers. “Okay,” you said, offering him a small grin. “Don’t fuck it up.”

“Oh, I won’t.” In another swift movement, he swept you up into his arms and laid you down on your back on the lab floor. He was above you, arms on either side of your head, boxing you in. You could hardly see anything past those vast shoulders. You swallowed. He raised one hand to your head, petting your hair. “Look at that. You really are so pretty. Couldn’t help thinking it even when you were pissing me off earlier.”

You furrowed your brow. “I thought you wanted to change my mind, asshole, is this-”

He cut you off as his hand lowered, skating down your side and brushing against your breast before traveling even further. You exhaled shakily, trying to prepare yourself for this. Miguel O'Hara was touching you. Miguel O'Hara was going to fuck you. 

When he reached the curvature of your hips, he fondly squeezed, humming to himself. "Soft… so soft. You wouldn't want an asshole like me to eat you out, would you?"

Your brain short-circuited at how blatant he was. "No, I- I would, I really fucking would, Miguel."

"Oh, are we on a first name basis, now?" He hooked a clawed finger into the fabric of your suit, ripping a huge gash into it so he could access you. That… that was your good suit. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from quipping back at him as he scooted downward, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lining himself up with your pussy. You threw your head back in anticipation, screwing your eyes shut. How was this real? How was-

You gasped as his tongue made gentle contact with your sex, slowly and carefully licking a long swipe from your opening to your clit, like he was savoring the first taste of you. 

"You taste even better than you smell, amor." 

Fuck, he was savoring you. You trembled beneath him, your hands tentatively reaching down to tangle with his hair. And it was even softer than you thought it would be. 

"That's it," he encouraged. "Hang onto me." 

You listened, your grip on his hair tightening. As if that were his cue, he brought his tongue back to your aching pussy, lapping at the wetness that was all but dripping from you. Your body immediately felt too hot on the metal floor, and you were convinced that you were beginning to melt under the warmth of his tongue. The almost-penetration was sending you spiraling; he was giving you nothing that you needed while somehow simultaneously answering your every secret desire. You needed that mouth on your clit. Your greedy, aroused body needed more, more. You had him all to yourself and he was teasing you. It wasn't fair. 

You whimpered as you gripped soft locks of his hair, waiting for him to take the plunge. Waiting…. And waiting. But he just kept lapping contentedly at your entrance, just barely dipping his tongue inside. The feeling was pleasant but infuriating. What was he trying to do? Did he want you to beg for it?

Oh.

…He couldn't be serious. 

But that was the only conclusion you could reach. After all, he'd been asking to hear you say things this entire encounter, prompting you to be vocal. All you had to do was swallow your pride. 

"M-Miguel…?" You asked, your voice quiet.

He stopped, picking his head up slightly, looking at you from under his thick brows. "Mm? What is it?"

"Please, um… please…." Your voice caught in your throat. Why was this so difficult?

"Oh, you're begging me now? What could you possibly be begging for… Isn't this what you wanted?"

You narrowed your eyes as he held your gaze with that lackadaisical expression. 

"Please," you started, feeling humiliated. "Please suck on my clit."

"Good girl. All you had to do was ask." In no time at all, his mouth was back on you. He zeroed in on your clit, taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into the wet warmth of his mouth, sucking on it just as you needed. The feeling was so intense and you couldn't suppress any of the noises that escaped you. And the noises he made didn't help in the slightest. He was humming as he worked your clit, the gentle vibrations of his voice adding to the overstimulation. He stopped for a moment to instead use his tongue, and the pointed attention was delicious.

"How are you feeling, amor?" He asked without fully pulling away from you, his voice slightly lisping from the contact. 

"Good," you gasped, feeling like you were getting close to the edge. "So, so good. Please keep going."

"Tell me when you're going to cum."

"Yes, yes I will." 

He continued his efforts, mercilessly devouring you, a cacophony of wet sounds rising to meet your ears. You could feel your orgasm building, your body singing. He was playing you like an instrument. That warm, pulsating feeling was building deep inside your core, threatening to burst apart with every second. 

Your grip on his hair tightened. "Miguel, I'm- I'm gonna-" 

Your back started arching and you closed your eyes as… nothing happened. He pulled his head away from you. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you from between your legs, one of his eyebrows raised. 

"Wha- what?" 

He smirked. "Oh, this? It's nothing... It's just that douchebags usually don't care about making women cum."

Your jaw dropped open. This again? You gritted your teeth, your clit swollen and thrumming with your pulse. You needed release. 

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice desperate. 

He raised his eyebrows, amused. "Oh, wow, that was fast." His tone was so matter-of-fact.

"I'm sorry for calling you a douchebag and an asshole, I was wrong about you. Please let me cum." You spat the words out so quickly that you hardly registered what you were saying. 

"How could I say no to that?" He returned to you, gripping your thighs more firmly than he had before, shamelessly moaning into you as you started to curl up off the hard metal floor. Your orgasm was so close, it was right within your grasp. Your breath started going ragged as you held onto him for dear life. In a white hot burst of pleasure, you came, swearing loudly as Miguel drank up every bit of you, letting you ride your orgasm out on his skillful tongue. He slowed down right as you did, matching your pace perfectly until you were a heaving mess on the floor in front of him.

"My turn, now," his voice came through the fog, it sounded distant. But you could feel strong arms lifting you up and all but dropping you onto your back on one of the lab's computer consoles, its screen turning off in response. He dismissed a section of his high tech suit, his manhood coming free. You couldn't help but gawk at him. His body was unreal. From the small window he created, you could see hard lines of muscle carved into golden skin. Your head started spinning again. 

He began pumping his hard cock as he looked down at you, spreading your legs further open with his free hand. "See how easy it is to get what you want when you aren't being a brat?" The way his muscles flexed through his tight suit while he worked himself was maddening. You wanted- no, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him inside you. 

You nodded your head, answering his question. 

"So, tell me what you want." 

"I want you to fuck me," you answered, still panting from your orgasm. "I want to feel you so badly. Please, Miguel."

"You're a fast learner," he purred, bringing his cock to your folds and lubricating himself on the mess you two had made. He slid over your slick entrance, his head touching your aching clit as he moved up and down. "I'll fuck this pretty cunt for you, since you asked so nicely." 

He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of you, inch by thick inch. You moaned, the feeling of finally being full was luscious, he was pressing at your walls from all angles. At last, when he was in up to the hilt, he stayed there for a moment while his large hands found your waist. 

"My God, look at you. You took all of me, and so shocking well. You," he exhaled, seemingly taking a second to compose himself. "You feel so good." 

"Thank you," you whispered, breathless. He was praising you. It was… nice to hear. Stubbornness be damned.

He chuckled to himself. "Please and thank you? You really do learn fast. You've earned this, amor." And with that, he pulled himself out of you, slamming back in with a hard slap. Over and over, he fucked you with the entire length of his cock, hitting spots inside of you that you weren't sure even existed. "Lemme hear you, I wanna hear it all."

You obeyed. "O-oh my God, Miguel, fuck. It's… it's so good. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you."

Thanking him fueled his fire; his grip on your waist tightening, red eyes sparkling wildly. "Good girl, that's it… watching my cock disappear inside of you… it's making me crazy. You like getting fucked by someone you hated before all this? You wanna get filled up by someone you don't even like?"

"Yes, please." Your back arched into him, the pressure from his unwavering thrusts overwhelming you. The feeling was impossibly perfect, your body tingling from your head to your toes. He really did fit inside of you so well.  

"You'll get it, baby. Keep being good for me, you'll get it." 

As he continued, his hands roamed your body. Groping at your breasts, resting on the soft slope of your stomach. You grabbed one of his traveling hands, a rogue feeling overtaking you as you brought it up to your throat. 

His eyes widened in disbelief. “Y-yeah? You want me to choke you?” He sounded excited.

“P-please,” you huffed, grabbing onto his forearm.

“Holy shit, you’re something else.” He began applying gentle pressure to your airway as he kept fucking you. It was the perfect amount of constriction; suppressing your breath intake just enough for your head to feel pleasantly airy. He was good at that, why was he so good at that?

Between the way he was pounding you and the way he was choking you, your muscles started to bear down on him.

"Yes, yes, squeeze that cock. Good girl. You’re gonna get what you want.” 

You clenched down on him, your orgasm rocking you to your core as he fucked you through it. It hit you in giant waves, crashing over you and pulling you into the undertow. You felt completely drunk on it. The warmth of it was everywhere in your body, all the way up to your fingertips. Your head swam, your eyes rolling back into your head. Miguel swore to himself, his tempo becoming more irregular. He released your throat, hands flying down to grip the console. You thought you could hear it cracking. 

“God, you’re tight. I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Yes,” you rasped, your body shaking. 

He growled as he came inside of you, bearing his fangs in clenched teeth once more, and you could feel his cock twitch followed by the heat of his seed as it stuffed you full. He lingered over you, his eyes looking frenzied as his gaze flicked over your face, his chest heaving with every recovering breath. 

You released a deep sigh, smiling tenderly at him. “Thank you, Miguel.”

“You, uh,” he started awkwardly, running his hands through his hair. He still hadn’t even pulled out of you yet. “You earned it,” he repeated. 

He took a short, unsure step back, as he pulled his length free from you. You could feel his cum leaking from you upon his release. There was so much of it. 

He held his hand out to you to help you up, and you grasped it, smiling again as you got to your feet. 

“I’ll clean this mess up, but you.…” He scanned your frame. “...I’ve got a pair of pants on one of the lab chairs down there.” He pointed toward a particularly cluttered section of his space. “Bringing them back would be a much better excuse to see me than a fight in the lobby.”

[4rtificialfolio]

LORD HAVE MERCY HOLY SHIT

📸 // bryan kirks

[lil-bitchy-bride]

I wil never shut up about them

[memobread]

sub! wes borland smut *as requested*

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contains: bondage, spanking, 69, assplay, overstimulation, choking, mirror kink, mommy kink, NBC Hannibal reference, all that good stuff <3

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...oh my fucking god...

You could only gaze in awe at the beautiful boy tied on all fours, helplessly splayed on your bed, his cock nearly purple with how painfully erect it was, twitching rapidly.

"...wes...you look fucking gorgeous..."

He gave you a shy smile, which drove you balls-to-the-wall insane. You pounced, mounting yourself behind him and gripping his neck from behind.

"Oh god, Mommy, please!..." Wes whined as you caressed his soft, plump ass.

The term only turned you on even more. You stood up and faced him towards the adjacent mirror, gripping his jaw as you knelt beside him.

"I want you to see how beautiful you are, my prince..."

Wes's dilated, deep hues fixated on the mirror, contemplating how lucky he was to be in that position; all tied up with a sexy dom ready to drive him nuts.

"...i bet you like that, don't you?..." Wes snarked nervously, his cock throbbing and face flushed.

You hummed in disapproval at his cockiness and gave a harsh smack to his ass.

"Didn't I tell you to not try dominating me? It's just useless when you're all tied up and slutted out like this."

You clicked your tongue, walking around back to his beautiful ass.

"We need to do something about that little attitude of yours."

You gave another smack to Wes's ass, earning a strained whimper from him.

"Count with me, beautiful..."

"o....one..."

You could see his cock leaking precum when you prepared for another smack.

*smack*

"tw......two!...."

*smack*

"Fuck!...th...three..."

*smack*

"Oh my g....four!..."

*smack*

"Mommy, please, fuck!....five....."

"You're already halfway done, baby...you're doing so well..."

*smack*

"AAhhhh, ah, s...six..."

*smack*

"Seven! Fuck!!"

*smack*

"Ei......ei...eight..."

*smack*'

"Nine! Ni...nin...ninngh..."

"Just one more my sweet..."

You bit your lip, preparing extra hard for the last spank.

*SMACK*

"TEN!! FUCK, TEN!!!"

Wes was face down, red, burning ass up, panting into the sheets; this was your design.

"You did so well, my love...now it's time for your reward...."

You spread his cheeks, unveiling a tight, pink center waiting to get railed.

"Fuck..."

You grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and let it drizzle on Wes's hole, causing him to whimper at the cold, water-based gel on his sensitive area.

"Oh god, Mommy...please...lick me..."

You obliged with a dark chuckle, diving down and licking a stripe from his balls to his hole, collecting lube on your tongue.

"Hhhh....oh fuck, please, please, please, mommy, that feels so good..." Wes begged, his voice shaking and cracking with raging pleasure.

You turned around on your back and slid your head under his spread legs, face-to-face with his throbbing member. With the most evil of intentions, you took the tip into your mouth, sucking on it hard.

"Oh my fucking god, please, please, please, mommyyyyy!!! You make me feel so good...your tongue....your fucking to- shit!!!"

You took him farther and started teasing his hole with your fingers, swirling your tongue around on his cock while you sucked. More pleads and praises spilled from Wes's pretty lips as you pushed your fingers inside, reaching deeper and deeper. It did not take long for you to start going faster, hollowing your cheeks and pumping your fingers in and out.

"MOMMY!!! FUCK!!!!"

Wes's loud moans and whimpers turned you on so dangerously, they could get you wet during your grandma's funeral.

"FUCK, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!! I'M CUMMING!!!"

Hot, salty, white spurts of cum shot down your throat as you moaned at the taste, not letting go of his cock. He whined loudly when you kept sucking and fingering him, twitching violently and nearly screaming. Before you knew it, you had him cumming again and again, his voice hoarse from all the begging.

"Please....please let me eat you out..."

Your cunt dampening at the thought, you sighed.

"Fine, but only if I get to touch you too."

After taking off your panties, you turned around and slid under him feet-first so his buried head would reach your flooding pussy. As soon as he came in contact with your wetness, he immediately started lapping it all up, reveling in how delicious you were. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and you continued fingering and sucking him off. He groaned desperately and blessed your clit with sloppy kisses and strong licks. The jolts of pleasure made from his tongue and lips caused you to choke out strained moans on his cock. You went faster out of pure desperation and euphoria, both of you already nearing your orgasms. Wes buried his flushed face between your folds and shook his head violently from side to side, slurping your cunny loudly.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum..." You moaned before jerking and working his wet tip and pounding your fingers into him.

"OH FUCK, YES, FUCK YES,, FFFFFFUUUUCKKKK!!!"

Both of you came hard on each other's faces, desperately lapping up each other's juices. Wes was panting and giving your quivering cunny sweet, reassuring kisses.

"Oh my god, that was amazing..." Wes panted with one last kiss to your sweet little bun.

You nodded, panting as you got up and undid Wes's restraints. When he was all set, you tackled him in a big bear hug.

"I love you so much, Wessy..."

He hugged you back tightly and kissed your bare shoulder.

"I love you too, Y/N...you treat me so well..."

[spicywhenspeaking]

Star-Crossed Connection Masterpost

A fake dating romance AU

paring Nick Folio x Original Female Character Seraphina Holloway

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

Tags are open!

❤️‍🔥 : smut

Chapters: one two three

[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Good For You

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Oli Sykes

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI, praise kink, spit kink, spit as lube, oral, anal (unprotected)

Word Count: 1.4k

When Noah first found out that he would be performing alongside Oli Sykes, his nerves kicked into high gear. Oli was a fucking icon. A metalcore legend. Whatever he did, he did it well. Always. People had been comparing the two of them for a while. And now, Noah was getting to perform with him. The perfectionist in him took over; he couldn’t fuck this up. He would never live it down if he failed to match Oli’s energy. He would never let himself live it down. The pressure was on.

What surprised Noah however, was how natural it all felt when the time finally came. He felt comfortable. The two of them interacted on that stage like they’d been doing it for lifetimes. Noah had left that stage feeling proud and in awe… as well as a bit flustered. 

Once the show ended, Noah found himself alone with Oli as they reflected on their performances from that night. Oli was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, as he spoke to Noah, who was seated in a chair not too far from where he was standing. Noah hung onto every word Oli said, staring intently with a faint flush on his face. The familiar warmth of arousal spread through Noah’s body as he took in the power of Oli’s stance, his tattoos, his sweat-dampened hair. It was almost overwhelming. “You did good, pretty boy,” Oli said, fixing his gaze on Noah. 

Noah instantly felt his cheeks begin to burn as his breath hitched and he shifted in his seat. Oli picked up on it immediately, looking Noah up and down with a smirk. “Oh,” he chuckled under his breath. He straightened his stance slightly. “C’mere, pretty boy.” 

Noah’s eyes went wide and his heart rate quickened. Who was he to disobey? He pushed himself out of the chair and stood in front of Oli, unable to look him in the eyes. 

Oli lifted his hand to Noah’s face, gently gripping his chin and turning his head. “Look at me,” he murmured, an amused lilt to his soft voice. “What’s got you so flustered, hm?” Noah’s mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. His heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of his chest. He exhaled, his breath trembling as he stared, speechless. Oli’s long, tattooed fingers caressed Noah’s jaw with a feather light touch. “C’mon now,” he cooed. “Why don’t you use your words like the good boy I know you are?”

Noah’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head and he couldn’t stop the quiet whimper from escaping his parted lips. “You do,” he whispered, voice shaking.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it, love?” Oli smirked. Noah shook his head, his face on fire. “I got a pretty thing like you all flustered?” Oli teased, thumb stroking Noah’s cheek. Noah whimpered in response, nodding slightly. Oli tilted his head as his other hand grabbed Noah’s hip and pulled him flush against him. “Well, we should do something about that then, yeah?” 

“Yes, please,” Noah breathed, melting into Oli’s touch. “Mmm, good boy,” Oli hummed, leaning in. “So polite.” He pressed his lips to Noah’s. 

Noah whined as he kissed back, hands moving to rest on Oli’s shoulders. It started out slow, lips gently gliding along each other while Oli continued to gently caress Noah’s face. When Noah felt Oli’s tongue slide against his bottom lip, he groaned, allowing Oli to slip his tongue into Noah’s mouth. The hand on Noah’s hip moved to his ass, gripping harshly through his pants to push him impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. Noah couldn’t help but grind into Oli as his tongue explored his mouth. 

Oli pulled away and began to kiss down Noah’s neck. He was careful to not leave any marks, despite how much he wanted to. He moved his other hand onto Noah’s ass and began to knead the flesh as Noah continued to grind into him, desperate pants leaving his lips. “Oh, sweet boy,” Oli murmured against Noah’s skin. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?” 

“Y-Yes sir,” Noah whined. “Please,” his voice broke slightly. He was even completely sure what he was begging for; he was already so far gone. 

“Please what, love?” Oli teased, trailing his tongue up Noah's neck to his pulse point. “Use your words.”

A whine sounded from Noah’s throat. “Need you,” his breath hitched. “Need you to take care of me.” 

“Yeah?” he cooed. “I’ll take good care of you, baby. But first, how about you put that pretty mouth on my cock? Make it nice and wet?”

Before Noah could even process that his body was moving, he was dropping to his knees. His trembling hands struggled to get Oli’s pants down. Oli looked down at Noah with a smirk as he quickly unfastened his own pants and took out his cock to help. Noah was nearly drooling as he took Oli’s cock into his eager mouth. Oli groaned at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth as he watched him take more and more. He threw his head back as Noah hollowed his cheeks around his length and traced his tongue around the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Such a perfect mouth, pretty boy.” Noah moaned around his cock at the praise, causing vibrations to shoot through Oli. His hips bucked involuntarily and he heard Noah gag. Noah didn’t let it stop him, in fact, it motivated him more. Oli knew that if Noah kept this up, he’d be coming much sooner than he’d like to. 

Oli eased Noah’s mouth off of his cock before he could make him cum. “Stand up,” he demanded. Noah didn’t hesitate. Oli made quick work of getting Noah’s pants off. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall, love.” Again, Noah didn’t hesitate. He made sure to arch his back and push his ass out, eager to please and be taken care of. 

Oli groaned as he pulled Noah’s cheeks apart to see his fluttering, pink hole. He tapped the head of his spit soaked cock on Noah’s hole, reveling in the needy whimpers coming from him. He then began to rub the head along the puckering muscle, “Are you ready?” 

“Please,” Noah whined. “Need it. Fuck. Need you.” 

With that, Oli slowly began to push into Noah. He let out a long groan at the tightness around his cock, forcing himself to go slow so as to not hurt Noah, who was already trembling with his head dropped between his shoulders. Once Oli was fully inside, he stayed still for a moment, rubbing the soft skin of Noah’s ass. “You’re doing such a good job for me, sweet boy,” he breathed. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move, yeah?”

Noah’s breathing was heavy and shaky as he whimpered out an incoherent response. About a minute passed before Noah started to beg. “P-Please, Oli. Please move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, holding Noah’s hips with a death grip. Noah let out a series of high pitched, whiny moans as Oli fucked into him like it was the last thing he would ever do. “Taking me so well,” Oli grunted, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that had Noah trembling. Noah’s moans got increasingly loud and high, his hole was clenching and fluttering uncontrollably around Oli’s cock. “You gettin’ close, love?” Oli grunted. 

“Mhm,” Noah whined, nearly sobbing. “S’close.” 

“Stroke that pretty cock for me, love,” Oli instructed, not letting up on his pace. 

Noah took one hand off the wall and grabbed his weeping cock, shuddering as he began to jerk himself off. Not even a minute later, Noah was exploding into his hand, tears streaming down his face as he moaned. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” he sobbed, spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled onto his hand, the floor, and the wall. 

Noah’s orgasm immediately triggered Oli’s. He buried himself deep into Noah as he came with a grunt. He slowly pulled out once he came down from his high and helped Noah to stand. “You did such a good job, pretty boy,” Oli cooed, stroking Noah’s hair as he leaned into him. “Let’s go clean you up, yeah?” 

Noah nodded sleepily and allowed Oli to help him clean up. A small satisfied smile spread across Noah lips; the night went better than he could’ve ever hoped for.

[slxshrfvcker]

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST

!!The masterlist for @slxshrfvcker !!

Requests: OPEN

Note: NSFW content will be bold & italic, with the red ‘SMUT 18+’!!! DO NOT click if under 18.

Scream

Billy Loomis

Metalcore Fan S/O

Jealousy, Jealousy ~ SMUT 18+

Stu Macher

Metalcore Fan S/O

POLY!Ghostface

Caught Like A Fly ~ SMUT 18+

I'm Bad At Life ~ CAUGHT LIKE A FLY PT 2 (SFW)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal Lecter

Metalcore Fan S/O

Ten Years Of Hannibal~

Will Graham

Metalcore Fan S/O

Ten Years Of Hannibal~

POLY!Hannigram

Halloween

Michael Myers

Metalcore Fan S/O

American Psycho

Patrick Bateman

Metalcore Fan S/O

[cinnamon-galaxies]

Request rules

Requests are currently open!

(This list only applies to stories. I don't take any art requests at the moment. If I ever decide to open art requests there will be a different set of rules!)

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Basic information:

❥ All of my works (so far) are x reader and I probably won't write stories featuring any OCs that aren't my own. If any of my stories ever feature one (or more) of my OCs I'll state it on top of the description.

❥ All of my stories are written in second person unless stated otherwise.

❥ I prefer to write female or gender neutral reader (but don't hesitate to ask me about male reader requests).

❥ Requests might take some time to write (I attach great importance to my personal space/private life—self-care is very important for me!).

❥ I like to write song-fics but I probably won't take any requests because my music taste is different from the average (further information below).

{Masterlist}

List of Fandoms/Characters I'll write (will change/grow over time):

❥ Hazbin Hotel

Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar

❥ Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

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There are specific rules that determine what I will/won't write. But sometimes there are exceptions, so feel free to ask—I won't bite!

What I WON'T write:

ABORTION - I hope this one explains itself.

ABUSE - if the character is the one inflicting anything crucial to the reader or the other way round (especially in romance or with children as victims); talking about it is okay; sometimes side characters "harming" the reader/other characters might also be okay but I can't really tell you what's okay and what's not because it really depends on the case (the kind of abuse/how detailed/the plot/identity of victim & perpetrator/circumstances/etc.). Abuse is a very crucial topic that won't trigger me but might trigger other people and I also don't support any abusive actions at all nor will I ever romanticize them! I'd see less issues with this topic if the story's intention is to spread awareness! So don't be afraid to ask! I will tell you if it's okay or not).

CHEATING - neither the character doing it to the reader nor the reader doing it to the character (only exception: unwanted/forced/arranged and loveless marriage with a side character—not to be confused with unhappy marriage).

GORE/BODY HORROR - I don't mind blood or violence but I won't write anything that's too descriptive.

HATE/DISCRIMINATION - I don't support any kind of hate or discrimination and never will. My blog is a safe space for all kinds of people in this world. However, there are a few exceptions such as discrimination in a historical context or as a character background that shaped their personality. I might also write discrimination to spread awareness or if a side character is discriminating another character but gets to feel the consequences of their actions. So feel free to ask me and I'll tell you if I'll write your request or not!

INCEST - explains itself.

OMEGAVERSE - I neither understand it nor feel comfortable with it.

RAPE/SEXUAL ASSAULT - mentions are okay (f.e. to spread awareness) but actual descriptions aren't.

SMUT - I might post smut that comes from my own ideas but don't take any requests at the moment because I've never posted something like this ever before. So it might probably change over tim. (I'll write spice and suggestive stories though as long as they ain't smutty.)

SONG-FICS - I really like to write them myself but I probably won't take requests since my music taste isn't average and I don't like most popular music. I will make exceptions though if the requested songs somehow meet my taste/mood (I prefer dark wave, post punk, synth pop, metalcore, and rock/alternative metal in general. I listen to pop as well but only to specific songs/artists, such as Lana Del Rey, Lady Gaga or Rihanna. So feel free to ask—maybe we meet a common ground, even if it's not my taste of music! This rule might also not apply to instrumental music!)

SUICIDE/SELF HARM - talking about it/mentions are okay (f.e. awareness or Chara term background) but I won't write any scenarios of characters actually committing to such actions!

What I WILL write:

ANGST

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (AU)

BLOOD/VIOLENCE - but only up to a certain point (consider the rules above. I also won't write detailed gore and body horror)

BREAK-UP

CHARACTER DEATH

FAKE RELATIONSHIP

FLUFF

FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP

FRIENDSHIP

HEADCANON

PARENTAL RELATIONSHIP

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

PREGNANCY

SPICY/SUGGESTIVE - as long as it's not smutty

ANYTHING ELSE THAT ISN'T MENTIONED - of course there might still be some topics/themes I won't write about that aren't on the list yet. In this case the rule sheet will be updated!

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I may decline a request if I don't feel comfortable with it but in this case I will inform you. If that's te case, please don't take it personal! I also still have to explore my writing preferences and boundaries (f.e. I don't feel comfortable taking smut requests at the moment because I've never posted smut ever before. But this will probably change over time). If you're unsure if I will write you request, feel free to ask! 💞

[foxytoxx]

Masterlist

I made a little masterlist of my work in case you my dear reader would want to explore the deep dark corners of my feral (and lowkey horny) mind.

❤️❤️❤️

The Night Before (Astarion x F!Durge) - Morella has been gone for a while and it unnerves Astarion when he suddenly finds her in a compromising situation.

Caught between the Devil and the hag's lair (Astarion x F!Durge) - During a rescue mission, Morella is caught off guard by her vow to Haarlep.

❤️❤️❤️

Ravaged Series (Astarion x F!Tav (Durge Resisted) Monster Hunters

Chapter 1 - Prologue - The best adventures start with a party.

Chapter 2 - Pursued - They had been hired by the town Guard of Mistbreak to investigate a missing person case. (M-see tw)

Chapter 3 - Devoured - Morella let Astarion pull himself out of his own mind through her. (SMUT, 18+!, MDNI)

Chapter 4 - Haunted - A day of preparing for the road ahead, clouded by grief and uncertainty.

❤️❤️❤️

I also have an Astarion inspired Spotify playlist if you need some more pale elf tunes 🦇(MetalCore, Pop, Dark Pop, Indie Rock, Industrial Metal, BaddieCore and more...)

[sorrowsofsilence]

Faster • Karlsson

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).

Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

PART TWO HERE

Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d  @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking

Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.

The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.

You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.

“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”

You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.

You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.

Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.

For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.

Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.

The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You’d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.

Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.

You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.

Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.

Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.

“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.

“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.

“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”

You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.

“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”

Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”

He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.

“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.

“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.

Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”

You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.

“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.

“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.

“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.

“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.

You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.

You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.

Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.

You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.

Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.

Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.

The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.

“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.

“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.

Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.

Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.

“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.

Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”

He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.

“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”

“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”

The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.

You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.

Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.

A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.

You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”

Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.

“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”

Part Two ;)

[familiarscarsxelectrichearts]

thank you to the lovely @if-you-got-a-heart-at-all for the tag 💜💜

Last song: Wraith by alt. Australia is killing it with music right now and alt. is currently my emotional support Australian metalcore band.

Last movie: 65. Not a terrible movie and if you're into Adam Driver I think you'll enjoy it.

currently reading: all these smut prompts our lovely BO fic authors are giving us... and working through the Red Threads Of Fate by @callingsergeantbarnes, I'm behind I'm sorry!

currently craving: coconut berry red bull... I have already worked through my weekly stash and I refuse to leave the house in this heat 😔

tagging @transmutethegold, @throwingmetothelions, and @callingsergeantbarnes

[windhamsrotunda]

Meet The Writer! (Mostly for my new followers 🖤) face reveal:

Name: Shar (or call me Shar-Shar)

Age: 19

Birthday: 5/23 (I share birthdays with Bray Wyatt, aka Windham 💞)

Zodiac sign: Geminiii

Favorite wrestlers: Bray Wyatt, Erick Redbeard fka Rowan, Brodie Lee (RIP), Wardlow, Jungle Boy, Alex Reynolds, Shanky (WWE), Nathan Frazer (NXT), Madcap Moss, Marko Stunt, Brian Pillman (RIP), Bret Hart (90s era), Adam Cole, Edge, Christian Cage, Roman Reigns, Cora Jade (NXT), Rhea Ripley, Shayna Baszler, Marina Shafir (think I spelled her last name right, she's from AEW part time, used to be in Shayna's group in NXT), Jessamyn Duke and Anna Jay.

Favorite music: Metalcore, Deathcore, Pop Punk, Pop, sometimes rap, Seattle Grunge, (my music is all over the place lmfao)

How long I have been on here: Since around March / April of 2020. Used to be known as brodieleesclothesline on here before Brodie had died 😭

What I do on here: I mainly like and reblog, other times I will do silly rants and make wrestling fanfics. I take requests!

What I write about: anything really (fluff, smut, and angst, sometimes song!fics) except any triggering topics (s/h, suicide, any dark topics, p!ss kinks, any wrestlers that's deceased, or been accused of anything terrible, example: Theory. I just don't like him and he gives me bad vibes).

Might post an updated rules upon fanfic requests or something amongst those lines, because I think it's necessary.

[lil-bitchy-bride]

My man y'all

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Kim Aehwa. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Winter - aespa. ✦ Data de nascimento: 01/02/2001. ✦ Idade: 22 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Atenciosa, carinhosa e inteligente. ✦ Defeitos: Insegura, autodestrutiva e impulsiva. ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Editora de Vídeos Autônoma. ✦ Twitter: @EF01AE ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Uma caixinha de surpresas: Aehwa pode tanto se esforçar para passar despercebida, quanto pode decidir ouvir Bring Me The Horizon no talo sem fones o dia inteiro. É simpática, mas pode ser encontrada fumando em áreas permitidas frequentemente.

TW’s na bio: menções de transtorno dismórfico corporal e transtorno alimentar, transtorno de personalidade narcisista, depressão, tentativa de assassinato e de suicídio, borderline.

Biografia:

Kim Aehwa acredita que ninguém realmente lembra muita coisa da própria vida, então ela não acha um grande problema ela não se lembrar de nada antes dos seus 15 anos. Mas sabe-se que traumas abalam a estruturação de memórias e Aehwa tem uma coleção desses. E tudo, como na grande maioria das vezes, começa com seus pais.

Aehwa era a filha indesejada, o acidente, a criança que tirou o sonho da mãe e que foi odiada por isso. Mas sua mãe, Kim Narae, uma bailarina outrora promissora, via potencial na filha. Só precisava que ela fosse assim como ela: comportada, educada, bonita, perfeita. E que dançasse balé tão bem quanto. E faria isso acontecer por bem ou por mal. E foi por mal. Muito mal.

Mas como ela se lembra pouco ou distorcidamente e a história não é nada bonita, sejamos concisos no que ela de fato lembra: Aehwa tem em seu passado um pai ausente, uma mãe que a odeia, três tentativas de suicídio e internações, borderline, um diagnóstico de anorexia nervosa enraizada em comparações e vivências cruéis, e uma tentativa de esfaquear a própria mãe – fato este que ela tem que lembrar, pois é o maior segredo de sua família e também porque é impossível esquecer toda a maldade que a mulher já lhe fez tentando transformar uma criança na continuidade de seu sonho fracassado. As únicas coisas boas que ela tinha na infância e adolescência eram a música, sua guitarra e seu irmão mais velho, Hyeonwoo.

Por conta de tudo isso, por volta dos dezoito anos, ela e o irmão se mudaram para os EUA assim que ele voltou do serviço militar, uma vez que era simplesmente impossível que Aehwa e a mãe ficassem perto uma da outra sem ninguém temer pela vida de qualquer uma das duas. As duas realmente se odiavam e fariam qualquer coisa para não terem que respirar o mesmo ar.

Deu certo... Por um tempo.Foi na Graduação em Cinema que descobriu sua paixão na edição de vídeos. Com os veteranos de vários cursos na faculdade, ela formou uma banda de cover de metalcore chamada ODDPOCALYPSE, na qual além de ser guitarrista, ela também era responsável por chocar todos sendo dona de uma voz fofinha e também conseguindo dar berros assustadores. Conseguiu um estágio que se transformou em um emprego na área no final de 2022 e se dedicava muito, pois conciliar os horários de aulas, ensaios e trabalho era massacrante. Mas pelo menos ela não tinha tempo para pensar. Teve seu primeiro amor, que foi um fiasco completo. Assim como estava sendo seu trabalho, sua banda abandonada e então, tudo estava ruindo.

Para coroar todas as suas falhas se empilhando e acumulando, poucos dias antes da sua formatura, Kim Narae finalmente conseguiu, um dia, driblar as milhares barreiras que Hyeonwoo colocava entre as ela e sua irmã e conseguiu contato com a filha. Sua intenção era perturbar Aehwa e conseguiu de tal modo que ela sequer pôde comparecer à graduação, pois teve de ficar internada após atentar contra si mesma.

Hyeonwoo descobriu que a família deles pretendia se mudar para Pohang em Março ou Abril de 2024, então conversou com um amigo médico e com Aehwa. No fim, foi decidido que ela voltaria para a Coreia, para se esconder no lugar menos óbvio possível e, por isso, ficaria anônima e quietinha dentro dos muros de Acropolis. Teria supervisão médica 24h por dia, 7 dias por semana. E poderia continuar trabalhando com edição de vídeos autonomamente, focando a carreira em MVs de K-pop e criadores de conteúdo, assumindo um nome "artístico" – tudo que ela edita, é assinado como Swan – e tentando, pela última vez, viver uma vida próxima do normal, onde nem seus transtornos e nem seu passado fossem tão presentes.

[spicywhenspeaking]

Bad Omens

Series :

If I’m There : Noah X OFC Natalie

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind

I Dare You : Noah X Reader

part one / part two

“You what?” Noah puffs out, shaking his head like he doesn’t understand what I meant. “I said, I dare you.”

Star-Crossed Connection : Folio x OFC

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

one shots :

Noah ->

Lost & Found : Noah

Smut/Fluff

you’re surprising your husband Noah while he’s on tour! It’s literally just SMUT

Crush Crush Crush : Fluff

you’re Folios sister and you have a crush on Noah and Noah keeps asking you about who you like with no idea its him.

Heater’s out : Fluff

just some fluff about you and Noah dealing with a power outage during your weekend getaway. 

Backstage Fun: Smut

Noah F+$KS

Lake House Vacation Smut/Fluff

Noah missed you after months apart and couldn't wait any longer....

Folio ->

High Folio 👋🏼 : Folio X Reader  : Fluff

this fic is 420 friendly and includes the recreational use of cannabis 🍁

Kissing

wine drunk and kissing

Jolly ->

Käraste Smut based on a moodboard from @madomens

Nicholas ->

Hired to kill but falls in love Fluff based on a moodboard from @madomens

Love Confession Prompt Fluff You and Nicholas confess your love in the rain ☔️

Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough. Fluff surprised Nicholas on tour and you missed being in each other arms