#they keep breaking up even when they’re not together

[moneymartin]

nika hcs? anything tbh…… maybe things she’d do in a relationship! :)

gf!nika hcs ✧.*

warnings: suggestive content and smut at the end under the divider :p

afab!r

a/n: anonie this is so kyoot thank u 🥸 kind of long?? i got carried away 😣

my beautiful croatian baby where do i even start with you…

this girl is the definition of ALL THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

defff loves having conversations. could talk to you for hours on end and never ever get tired of hearing you talk

long talks = a good relationship w her

you two 100% play basketball together

promises to go easy but goes absolutely batshit crazy on you when shes playing defense

will literally break your legs if she has to just so she can score when shes on offense

when you guys go to the gym you spot her sometimes and her shirt always rides up andddddd and

ok what i’m saying is you love her abs

they’re great.

LOVES being touchy

esp in public… has no shame whatsoever and isn’t ashamed of it

keeps her hands on yours, grabs your arms, or always holds your thigh when she has the chance

also really super possessive and protective over you. if she sees someone staring at you for more than a second she’ll start to make out w you in front of them so they scram

hugs you in front of them too with her head over your shoulder so she can stare them down while you’re incredibly oblivious to what or why shes doing it 😭

she marks you up in easy to see places so ppl know that you’re taken…

also gave you a bracelet or necklace with her initial on it and a heart charm or something like that😇

when you guys cuddle shes 100% big spoon no debate abt it

loves seeing you all tired she thinks its adorbs 😢

plays with your hair while you try to fall asleep or does it while you’re on the phone trying to sleep

but if she’s in a really bad mood she’ll switch and be lil spoon

makes you scratch her back so she can relax before she sleeps

and you gladly do it!!

love love lovess doing the little things for you

if you’re sick she will cook you up something good asfk for breakfast in bed

babies you the whole time too cause she can’t help herself ☹️

when she’s at an away game and you can’t make it she has this little notepad and writes love letters on them for every day she’s gone (iykwim)

i feel like she’d spoil you too !

mention one small thing and she’s already ordering it off of amazon

if you mention an artist she’s buying you tickets to their concert already 🙇‍♂️

new clothes like every week i swear

acts of service is her thang too

will do the dishes or the laundry whenever you need her to

she doesn’t even say no either like she’ll stop whatever she’s doing and will do what you ask

drives you all over the place even if its in a wholeee different state 🥲

when you can’t make dinner she’ll do it for you

i feel like she’s also very open to trying new things

maybe new foods with you or new date ideas when you get bored of the reused ones

i think she’d LOVE roller coasters

thats probably the one place you two would never get bored of

cooks you croatian food 🥹

in summer she takes you there too and you get to go to all the places she went to when she was a kid there 🙁

loves talking abt her home country. she’s so proud of it

soft dom. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT.

your pleasure is incredibly important to her

she doesn’t care about what she feels, she cares about what you feel

def uses a strap i can tell… she’d use it most of the time

LOVES overstimming you though its something she can do for hours but will stop when it seems like too much and you’re practically sobbing 😭😭😭

rough unless asked to be soft and gentle

service top is what i mean

10000% cusses in croatian 😩

like she’ll be face deep in between your legs and she’s mumbling curses under her breath and its SOOO HOT

when she tops too her face will be right next to your ear and every time she moves she’s grunting something in croatian

honestly i feel like she’d be a scratcher if you ever switched it up

marks and dots of blood ALLLLLL OVER YOUR BACK

you try to show them off afterwards so she knows how pathetic she ended up becoming 😇

MY GOD

I NEEDDDD HER

#be gentle i kinda like these #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl #wbb x reader #wbb x you #wcbb x you #wcbb x reader #uconn wbb x reader

[theotherbuckley]

Love your page! Do you take fic requests? Really wanting an angsty fic where Tommy is hurt and an ignorant hospital worker tries to keep Buck from seeing him.

Thank you for the kind words anon💜 here's the fic:

i thought it would be me

bucktommy | 3.7K | T

Buck really thought he would be the one to get hurt first. He’s pretty sure the universe is out to get him, and he’s had a near-death experience every other year, so he really expected he’d be the one in the hospital.

He should have known his bad luck would lead to Tommy being in that position instead—because that hurts more.

Getting a call at three AM is far less unusual than it should be, and yet, it still doesn’t prevent his heart from working overtime, pounding in his ears as he reaches to grab his phone from the nightstand.

He’d thought Tommy would be home by now.

Buck’s at his place, in his bed, wrapped in his sheet because they had plans tomorrow, and Tommy had told him to just spend the night, that way they could wake up together.

They’ve been dating for a little over four months now—and Buck has his key.

He still can’t believe it. It makes him feel a little giddy every time he remembers—he has to take his keys out of his pocket every time just to stare at them and smile.

With Tommy, everything feels so right. It’s not weird that he’s in Tommy’s bed because it’s just normal. He loves how Tommy enters the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but Buck wakes up anyway. He loves the way Tommy creeps into bed and hugs Buck to his chest. It’s always the best sleep he ever has.

Except tonight, as it’s three AM, and Tommy’s shift was supposed to finish at twelve, and Buck’s alone, in a bed that suddenly feels all too big and much too cold.

His phone is still ringing in his palm.

His hand shakes because he knows what they’re going to tell him, but he wants to delay the inevitable for as long as he can.

It feels like an hour has passed when Buck finally accepts the call. He doesn’t even manage to let out a shaky “hello” before there’s yelling on the other end of the line.

“Where the fuck are you?” Smith’s voice practically growls through the phone.

He’s confused, but the ringing in his ears doesn’t let up. Smith is one of Tommy’s coworkers. He seems like a cool guy, not that Buck’s spent much time around him. Tommy tells him that he’s one of the best, the first person at harbour to really make Tommy feel like he could be himself.

“Uh…” Buck says eloquently, his voice breaking through layers of sleep.

“I told the hospital to call you three hours ago, so where the hell are you?” Smith seethes.

The word “hospital” stabs through Buck’s chest like a knife.

The ringing in his ears reaches its peak until the only thing Buck can hear is “hospital” over and over and over again.

It’s like tunnel vision in his brain—he can’t hear Smith still speaking through the line—can’t think—can’t blink—can’t breathe.

His breaths are too shallow. He tries to ask Smith what he’s talking about, but only a pained whimper leaves his throat.

He closes his eyes, tries to focus on the tinny voice coming from his phone. Then, patting his lips together, he forces his mouth to work, and says, “What—what happened?”

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#purple asks #anon asks #911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #bucktommy #tommy kinard #purple writes #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 show #bucktommy fic

[rynbeerose]

Someone probably had made something similar to this before but here we go:

John Price and Simon Riley’s ‘odd’ friendship

John Price knows with the job he has and how it takes most of his time, that he can’t handle a committed relationship with a civilian. He saw how it was for his parents (his dad was also in the military) and how his mum struggled from being a single parent most of the time because his dad wasn’t around much in his childhood so he doesn’t want to be with someone just to put them in his mum’s position.

The thought of having someone is great, most of the men his age in his unit are married or at least in a long term relationship with civilians, some of them even have children.

Some who aren’t in a relationship usually would hang out together after their shift, going to the pub to drink or watch football games. But most of them are in their twenties, and the ones who are his age are divorced. John doesn’t feel like he fits with the younglings, so he usually hangs with people his age listening to their ramblings about their kids or ex wives, or some women they’ve been seeing after their divorce. Not always fun.

That’s why he’s stuck to Simon, the only man around his age who doesn’t seem to ever have any relationship either. The two are close and would go to the pub together after their shift. He enjoys drinking with Simon because he doesn’t talk much, even though they would get stares from the other patrons at the pub for Simon’s habit of wearing his balaclava mask everywhere, it doesn’t bother John.

Simon actually prefers staying in his quarters after his shift, he’s an introvert after all. He doesn’t really like going out to the pub with the other lads because they can get very loud, asking questions, trying to make him talk more, trying to make him break his character, trying to make him open up, it’s annoying. But not with John.

John isn’t an introvert, he’s a very social person. He has always been friendly with everyone around the base, kind of the opposite from Simon. He’s only a few years older than Simon, he was there when Simon first got into the regiment, and he was there when the incident that made him the way he is now happened. The two never had any conversations about emotions or feelings, or those mental issues stuff, but for some reason, they kind of just understand each other. Maybe because no matter how tough and stoic John might look, he’s actually pretty empathetic. And they just bonded, they have high trust for one another.

So, that’s why, even though Simon prefers staying in after his shift, he almost never says no when John invites him for a drink or just to hang out at the pub. John knows that they don’t have to converse, never forcing Simon to talk. He’d start small conversations though, asking how his day went, how stuff has been, but he never forced the conversation to keep going if it stops. John doesn’t find the silence to be awkward, and Simon appreciates that he let it be just like that.

Other people might find them odd, though. They’d sit together and drink, not talking to each other most of the time. Maybe because they’re both big men, one wears a scary mask and the other looks like he’s been through a nonexistent divorce. Even their friends at base find the pair odd. But, that’s just their friendship.

#john price #simon riley #captain price #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #ghost cod

[good-beanswrites]

A little something featuring Fuuta and Es after talking about their criminal lack of interaction in fanworks with @waivyjellyfish ! You had such awesome ideas (a few of which I'm still bouncing around in my head to post at some point,) but this one ended up taking over my brain -- I hope you enjoy 😅 Attempting to answer the widely-debated question:

“Oi, why didn’t you hit me?”

Es looked up from their paperwork.

“Prisoner number three. Most people are glad when they’re not struck.”

“Well, I’m not.” 

Es usually left the door open at this hour, in case anyone had any last-minute complaints before curfew. No one usually took them up on the offer. They figured that if there was any prisoner they could count on to complain, it would be Fuuta marching through their door.

“You hit all the other guys. You even hit some of the girls that were giving you trouble. So what? You think I’m too weak? You think I can’t take it?” Fuuta spread his arms. “I can, so show me what you’ve got!”

Es sighed. They put down their pen. They folded their gloved hands together, resting their chin on top. “Fuuta, I’m not going to hit you.”

“Why not?”

“As of right now, I have no reason to. If you’re referring to the interrogations…”

They reflected on the first one they'd shared with him. To be fair, the thought had crossed their mind. It would have been satisfying to give this rowdy prisoner a taste of his own medicine – striking him after such a dramatic charge at them. But Es was always good at reading people. It didn’t take them long to understand Fuuta was the type to lash out first and ask questions later. In fact, that was likely what had landed him in Milgram in the first place. 

Although Es knew they weren’t here to do any reformation, they wanted to try to show these prisoners where they’d gone wrong. So, they resolved to act as the bigger person. They’d prove that senseless violence was just that. By keeping their composure, they’d show Fuuta just how childish he was being. 

That wasn’t my only reason. I guess that's true, my actions weren’t all purely righteous. I still spent the entire time looking for ways to make him squirm… But it wasn’t all cruelty. I really did want to understand. I wanted to help. That counts for something, right?

Es never struck the prisoners out of anger, or as a petty show of power. It was a way to force the prisoner to mind their ego. When they’d gotten a bit too full of themselves, a bit too comfortable with the awful deed they’d committed, Es’ blow encouraged them to feel a bit more humility and guilt. 

By the time the second trial arrived, Fuuta oozed guilt. 

The moment Es entered the interrogation room, it was clear that he needed no lesson in humility. He hugged his arms to his chest. His remaining eye darted around the room in thinly-veiled hysteria. His voice trembled when he spoke. It didn’t require any people-reading skills to hear the remorse that underlaid all of his accusations and threats.

Hitting the others felt like giving a dog a tap on the nose after breaking a rule. Meanwhile, Fuuta snapped and snarled like a stray who’d been kicked time and time again.

Of course, he could never know any of this. Any way Es phrased it, Fuuta would misunderstand it as pity.

Well, wasn’t it? I thought he looked like a kicked puppy – that sounds a lot like pity. No, it was out of respect. Does that mean I didn’t respect the prisoners I did hit? No. I respected them too. Then, what’s the difference?

Fuuta was still staring at them, asking the very same question. What’s the difference?

“Each of Milgram’s prisoners is unique.” 

They were met with an unimpressed glare.

Es chose their words carefully. “Each one responds best to a variety of treatments. Some need attention to be comfortable, while others need time. Some need validation in order to confess. Others, a bit of debate does the trick. Some need a show of force. You –” remind me too much of myself  “– require something else. I’ve learned to change my approach depending on the person I’m dealing with.”

Fuuta’s features flashed with confusion, then shame, then his usual mask of anger. “Tch. How pathetic.”

“Excuse me?”

“So you just change your personality when it’s convenient? You put up fake smiles and fake attitude? Have some balls and just be yourself.”

Es was caught by surprise. “... I am. Those are all pieces of myself. I choose to bring out different parts when it would be most helpful.” 

“Sounds manipulative as hell to me.” 

It makes sense he doesn’t understand. He’s a very clear-cut person, with every aspect of his personality lining up in a way that makes sense. I find that predictability fun. Or, is it something that I envy? Could it be both?

They had no time to dwell on it, as Fuuta was struck with an idea. “Though, if you can do it on command, why don’t you give me the ‘you’ that wants to hit someone?” 

He spread his arms once more, hands gesturing to his chest. Es pretended not to notice him wince. They remained in their seat. 

“What are you waiting for? Hit me!” 

“I will not.”

“You just said you can change your personality on a whim, so let’s see it!” 

“That is not what I said.”

His good eye began to look frenzied. He raised his voice. “You scared? The big bad warden of Milgram, nothing but a big coward!”

“Stop this. You’re acting childish.”

“No! You’re treating me childishly! Let me see the Es that kicked Shidou! The one that slapped Kazui! Treat me like you treated them!”

“I hit them because they said something stupid. They deserved it.”

“Are you fucking kidding? I deserve it too! I deserve it! Come on!”

At the last word, his voice broke. He stumbled to his knees. He let his head drop. He sucked in strained breath after strained breath. Shidou would surely give him a lecture about getting so worked up with his injuries. 

Es finally stood.

They made their way around the desk. They knelt on the floor in front of him. 

“Why?” he wheezed. “Tell me…”

“Fuuta.” 

Should I just go ahead and do it, just to make him happy? No, I want to talk it out. But what do even I say? I'll tell him that I care. I can’t. None of the prisoners understand that I care. Why? Why is it so hard for them to see? I’m trying my best, why can’t they see? 

Es extended their hand carefully. They didn’t know what they hoped to accomplish, but in that moment their thoughts were too loud and conflicting. They needed to do something.

Fuuta saw the gentle intention, and immediately raised his own hand to strike. It froze midair, though whether it was from Milgram’s restrictions or his own hesitation, Es would never know.

Neither of their gestures connected.

Footsteps. Then Yuno’s voice, hesitantly from the doorway. “We heard shouting, is everything alright in here?”

Es retracted their hand.  A beat. Fuuta dropped his, too. 

“Yuno. Yes, we’re fine. Fuuta was just heading to bed. I’m going to walk him to his cell.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I said, I’m going to walk him to his cell.” 

Es stood, nodding to Yuno. When she’d gone, they turned their attention back to the prisoner crumpled on the ground. They made an effort to quiet their ever-racing thoughts. 

“Listen. I know you can handle yourself. I’m not doing this because I think you’re weak. You’re strong. Don’t think for a moment that I don’t see that.”

They held out their arm to help him up. He didn’t move.

“Sometimes you are a bit too strong, if you ask me. I mean, picking fights with your prison warden, really?” They clicked their tongue. “You should be grateful for a superior that gives you second chances.”

At last, Fuuta  took their hand. He avoided meeting their eyes, but his voice had softened considerably from his rant. “The only thing you give me is a headache.”

Es offered a dry smile as they pulled him to his feet. “The feeling is mutual.”

#milgram #es #fuuta kajiyama #i fully intended on writing something silly/sweet so SORRY this was a lot of drama 😭 silly and sweetness coming soon i promise adsfsdf #i really do think es would see themself in fuuta to some degree #something about them being filled with audience voices and fuuta also being a reflection of the audience... idk... #it makes me crazy how much es cares !!!! their line at the end of baptism of fire about how they dont hate the prisoners #and they now have a connection that cant be broken #and they see them all as comrades #it makes me crazy!!! #they have too many conflicting thoughts/feelings of WARDEN DUTY to flat out say 'hey i care about you' #but they do!!!! ;---; #i had some fun writing es' internal monologue like that! i debated on making it specifically a conversation between voices (using 'you' or #third person pronouns) but i think this still gets the idea across well #i know es never actually gave a straight answer to the final question but i hope this still gave a good peek at their reasoning #i genuinely dont think es pities him but he IS a pathetic wet cat in t2 and that definitely influences their actions in some way #i believe your exact words were 'red-haired fucked up dog' and i hope i could do that image justice 😎👍 #drabbles

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Hi hello it me ur em ✨

I’m here to defile your inbox with a request for some Tom, specifically a Tom who has a cute little FWB that supports his entire schtick… to the point where she wants to hand all control to him while they’re together to prove her loyalty. Of course this gets him right randy, so he practices the Imperius curse on her.

But oh no! What is this! halfway through he’s like “okay this is cool and all, but she’s not moaning or otherwise showing pleasure on her end?”

Cut to Tom breaking the fourth wall or some shit when he realizes that a lot of his pleasure comes from HERS. Cue the angsty moment of him becoming extremely conflicted with his feelings and having to decide how to proceed—keeping the Imperius curse active to exercise and cement his control on her, or drop it entirely in a moment of weakness to relinquish her pleasure?

*scuttles back to swamp your DMs with pictures of Christian Coulson*

😈

Your wish is my command my sweet angel face! I made you a long one so I hope you enjoy! ❤️ @marketfreshfics

Under Control - Tom Riddle x F!Reader 🐍

Warnings: NSFW || CNC via the imperius curse || p in v || oral male receiving || object insertion || finger stuff || all characters are aged up 18+ in 7th year || 2,225 words

The astronomy tower was dark and silent, not a soul roamed the desolate hallway this late at night. It was a strong contrast compared to what was going on just behind a seemingly normal wall within the tower. A wall with a disappearing door that led into an expansive space - The Room of Requirement.

Tom lay on the large bed that had been transfigured into the room, a beautiful girl pinned underneath him, their tongues in a desperate fight for dominance. Amongst Tom’s group of friends, which he considered followers more than anything, this was his girlfriend. Tom refused to put that label on her, however; despite his constant need to have her around, and how protective he was of her. She was just a friend; another loyal follower who provided him with certain benefits he couldn’t obtain from the others. That’s all she was to him, or at least that’s what he constantly told himself.

Tom pulled his lips from hers, sitting up to look at her. “Tonight’s meeting went exceptionally well. Everyday my band of followers grows stronger. Everyday we get closer to fulfilling my ultimate mission.”

She smiled at him, her tone playful as she spoke. “Well of course it does, darling. Who wouldn’t want to follow you? You have an incredibly loyal band of supporters here…but don’t you forget, I’m the most loyal of them all!”

Tom chuckled. “Are you now?” It was a hypothetical question. He knew the strength of her loyalty. He just enjoyed playing with her. “Prove it. Show me how loyal you are, show me how much you trust me.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she pondered a way she could show her loyalty. “I have an idea! Why don’t you blindfold me and tie me to the bedpost? You can do whatever you want to me, and I can’t resist. You’ll have full control of me.”

The suggestion made Tom’s cock throb from within the confines of his pants. But as he considered it, another, more sinister suggestion popped into his head. “Full control, huh? I know a better way you can give me full control.”

He stood, turning and walking a short distance to a small table that his wand sat atop. He fiddled with it, smiling to himself before turning back to her, finding her standing as well.

“Being that you’re such a loyal supporter of me and my mission, you’d know that I’ve been practicing my Unforgivable curses. But there’s one I haven’t had quite enough practice with yet - the Imperius curse. Maybe now would be a good time for practice, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You want to…use Imperio on me…in bed?” Her eyes seemed to light up even more now, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Well, that’s definitely a better idea than mine. Let’s do it!”

Tom smiled. “You’re always such a good girl for me. But there’s one condition - you can’t ask me what I’ve done to you once the curse is lifted. Your loyalty means you trust me entirely, no questions asked. Do we have a deal?”

She was a little disappointed she’d never know what sick and twisted things he’d do to her in that state, but she nonetheless agreed. Eager to give the boy she loved full reign over her body. The thought of being in a trance while he completely ravished her, sent shivers through her body, wetness already forming between her legs. Once they both confirmed that they were ready, Tom raised his wand and cast the spell. In an instant, he watched her excited expression turn neutral, a green haze forming over her eyes.

She had been successfully put under the Imperius curse.

Another chuckle left Tom’s lips. She had always been loyal to him, but this was taking their relationship to a new level. The ultimate test of her loyalty was underway, and so far, she was getting a perfect score.

“Strip.” Tom commanded. Without a second of hesitation, she obeyed, removing each article of clothing one by one until she was bare in front of him. “Lay on the bed.” was the next command, which she again obeyed.

Tom removed his own clothes as he approached. He straddled her, bringing his wand up to her neck and slowly running its tip down her body. He teased her nipples and watched them harden before running it down her stomach, stopping when he reached the lower half. As he did this, he’d periodically look up at her, noting her still neutral expression and soft steady breathing. He climbed off the bed, sinking to his knees in front of it. He brought his arms up, grabbing her by the thighs so he could pull her down until her legs were dangling off. He positioned himself between her legs, bringing two fingers forward and running them up and down the length of her wet cunt.

“Such a dirty whore. You’re not even conscious and you’re dripping wet for me.” Tom pushed his two fingers inside briefly before pulling them out, sucking them clean and replacing them with the tip of his wand. He pushed it in several inches, anticipating some kind of reaction from her as the tip touched her cervix. But there was none. He looked up, her face still as neutral as it was moments ago. He began to roughly pump his wand in and out of her, pushing it as far deep as her body would allow. And while he himself was enjoying the act, drunk on the image of his wand deep within her body, he didn’t find himself enjoying it as much as he thought he would. Something was missing, and while he couldn’t identify what, the feeling annoyed him.

Reluctantly, he pulled the slick soaked wand out of her, placing it on the bed. He stood and walked backwards, putting space between himself and the bed. “Get on your knees in front of me”.

When she had assumed her position, he held her chin in one hand, pulling it down to open her mouth as he used his other hand to guide himself in. Both of his hands then wrapped around her hair as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. This was a lot more enjoyable for him, Tom groaning with each thrust. But it still wasn’t enough. The way she’d look up at him with teary eyes, muffled, desperate whimpers falling from her mouth, the occasional gags from her when he was a little too rough - all of it was missing. He was hard, but nowhere near close to release. Tom paused his movements, pulling her hair so that she was forced to look up at him, her hazy eyes locking with his.

“Suck.”

She obeyed, her head beginning to slowly move as she took him in and out of her mouth.

“Moan.”

Soft muffled moans fell from her as she continued, picking up her pace after another command to do so. Tom breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this was the simple solution to his decrease in enjoyment. His hopes would not come to fruition, however, as Tom was left still no closer to orgasm. He couldn’t understand. She was moaning, she was sucking, why wasn’t it affecting him the way it normally did?

“Stop. Get back on the bed.”

Tom remained standing as she resumed her previous position. He tried to grapple with what was happening. He surely thought fucking her with his wand, an object he held to such high value, would have excited him almost to the point of climax, but it didn’t. Fucking her mouth, an act that usually did him in had almost no affect on him. The only thing that was different tonight was her being under the Imperius curse - a concept which alone excited him, but in execution, it was turning out to be a failure.

“Why?” he asked himself. It only took a moment of wondering for him to find a reason, one he hated. “She’s not getting any pleasure out of this. She’s not conscious enough to get any pleasure. But why does that matter? I don’t care if she’s satisfied! She’s moaning, who cares if it’s forced and not from enjoyment? I don’t need her enjoyment to find my own!”

With a huff, Tom marched up to the bed, grabbing her waist and flipping her on to her stomach. He manhandled her ragdoll body until she was on all fours, her ass facing him. Tom then joined her on the bed, one hand gripping her hip as he slid into her from behind.

Grunts filled the room as he aggressively fucked his frustrations into her. His hand still gripping her hip as his other hand gripped her hair, pulling it towards him so that her back was arched. He was getting fed up. His cock ached from how long he had been edged with no relief yet and none in sight either. She should have been moaning his name, screaming for him to keep going and to not stop. By now, she would have been climaxing around his cock, giving him the final push he needed to climax himself. But she remained silent and unenthusiastic.

Tom was reaching his breaking point, but as he continued to thrust into an almost lifeless body, his wand still on the bed, he couldn’t bring himself to lift the curse. Her loyalty was clear, he knew this even before tonight, but he liked the control. Tom was a man who needed to be in control of every aspect of his life. Of the three Unforgivables, the Imperius curse always felt the most intriguing, as it guaranteed him the control he so desperately sought. But tonight, the curse had betrayed him. It was leaving him with a realization he didn’t want to accept. Every time they were intimate, he needed her pleasure and her enjoyment in order to find his own. He couldn’t finish until she had first.

Tom always thought he was the one in control of their relationship, but right now, she was the one in control, preventing him from getting what he wanted, what he needed, and she didn’t even know it. She had power over him, and that didn’t sit right with Tom. So Tom continued to fight a battle he was ultimately going to lose.

Tom growled in frustration as he pulled out of her, violently grabbing her and flipping her over so she was now on her back. He got right back to work, sliding into her with ease and continuing to fuck her as he brought a hand to her face. He stroked her cheek and looked into her hazy eyes as he spoke, voice heavy with desperation.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me mad! Please! I need to cum! Moan for me, cum for me. I fucking need it! I need you!”

Tom let out another growl as he grabbed his wand, practically screaming the spell needed to lift the curse. His pace didn’t let up as he watched the green haze leave her eyes, a moan of his name escaping her as she regained consciousness. Tom felt a weight leave his shoulders as the moan reached his ears.

She took no time in getting adjusted to consciousness, her legs immediately wrapping around Tom’s body, pulling him closer. Tom savored the missed feeling, singing praises of “good girl” and “that’s my girl” in her ears as she continued to moan.

Within minutes, she reached her orgasm, whimpering and clenching around him. Tom found his much needed release immediately after, releasing into her with a loud groan.

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“So, how was it? Did you have fun with me?”

He lay next to her, staring up at the ceiling refusing to look at her. Tom always believed that his pleasure mattered alone. But not only did hers matter, it was needed for Tom to obtain his own. He wondered how he could have allowed himself to become so weak that a girl could have so much power over his body. The control Tom thought he had over her was no more than an illusion. She was the one with the control.

“Now dear, you promise you weren’t going to ask me about it. I thought you trusted me? Now you’re questioning me?” He shot back, annoyance clear in his tone, eager for her to drop the topic.

“Nonono I…I do trust you! I was just curious! I’m sorry!”

He considered breaking their relationship off, ending her with the killing curse right there. A fair punishment for her crimes. But as Tom turned towards her, staring into her eyes, he couldn’t help but remember how good it felt to finally hear her, to feel her after the struggles of the evening. His expression softened.

“It’s fine. All I’ll say is you were a very good girl tonight.” He leaned in, closing the gap between them with a peck on the lips. “Now, get some rest.”

Tom’s anger with himself was beginning to recede as he watched her fall asleep. He felt a flutter in his chest as he grappled with the foreign feeling that was festering within him. Tonight, she had offered to relinquish control to Tom, but in reality it was Tom who had relinquished his control.

And deep down he loved it.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #tom riddle #tom riddle x you

[whiskygoldwings]

Hi there ! I have finally decided what to ask you for the kiss roulette xD so would a fox/echo with either 26 or 40 inspire you ? (I'm devouring everything you gave us already btw it's amazing)

Well Hasta! Since you asked what was up with me and all the angst today, have some fluff!!

Not that you'd expect it with the prompt I chose out of those...

26 - A kiss while one or both parties is crying

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When Fox read the report, he’d cracked the datapad’s casing. The loss of Echo had felt like a knife in his ribs, and he hadn’t really ever stopped mourning him.

So when Rex had sent him the Top Secret report, even though Rex still struggled to be civil with him after the Fives incident, Fox hadn’t known whether to truly believe it.

He hadn’t really thought Rex would do that to him, however much bad blood there currently was between them. But he also hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to believe it. Good things simply didn’t happen to Fox. He’d learned that lesson the hard way so many times.

Rex had commed him to say they’d be landing at the GAR spaceport today though, and Fox, a mess of nerves, dread and hope couldn’t have stayed away for anything.

The shuttle lands with a thud, and Fox nearly gags. He doesn’t dare to hope. Doesn’t dare to believe. If he lets himself believe Echo’s alive and it’s not true… Well…

He’s well aware Bones has the other Commanders keeping an eye on them. They’ll need more than that if this proves to be false.

The ramp begins to descend, and Fox’s fists clench. The material of his gloves keeps him from carving little crescent moons into his palms. He breaths through his nose, trying desperately to keep his composure.

And then…

Echo steps down. He’s changed from how Fox remembers him. Bone-white, gaunt, with shadowed eyes and a tightness round his jaw. His arm abruptly changes to cybernetics just below the shoulder, and while his legs are clothed and armoured, Fox knows they are prostheses too. Echo walks stiffly, legs swinging a little wide, like he isn’t quite used to them yet.

It hits Fox like a speeder. Echo’s alive. He’s alive. And he’s standing at the bottom of the shuttle ramp, eyes locked on Fox, chin tipped up, tight, anxious pride in every line of his body.

Fox takes one step, then two. He’s running before he knows it, and Echo’s face breaks.

Fox sweeps him into his arms and lifts him from the floor in a grip so tight he knows he’s leaving bruises. Echo’s laughing and crying in his ear, lips pushed into his temples so hard it rings in Fox’s skull. Fox buries his face into Echo’s neck, hiding his own tears from everyone else, dragging in the scent and taste of Echo like the sweetest, most delicious nectar.

They stay like that for several minutes, just holding and whispering painful words until Fox finally manages to ease Echo down. He can’t let the younger man go, still fears he’ll burn away like smog if he isn’t touching him. But Echo leans into him, and brings their lips together in the most perfect kiss Fox will ever know.

They’re crying, and laughing, and holding onto each other like they’ll float away if they don’t. And Fox is both terrified and excited for when they finally pull apart and the world rushes back in.

But Echo’s in his arms. And Fox feels the wound in his heart begin to scab over at last.

#commander fox #arc trooper echo #star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #marshal commander fox #cloneshipping #my fanfic #fluff #kiss prompts

[bimbocoreblonde]

ok so

dyou remember my previous ask? you've written it so well and im so in love

so i was thinking what if we do a part two, after a few dates or so, with K (kisses) and N (nights)??

already giggling :))))

Sequel, sequel, sequel!!!

(never been great at writing kiss scenes, but...hey, practice makes perfect, right?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) and N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) for Colt!

Dates with Colt were the best dates you had ever been on.

You had both agreed to keep it low-key while the film was finishing shooting, your dates not much different from how you had hung out as friends – but tonight was your first date since filming had finished and both you and Colt had made your way back to your respective homes in LA.

You didn’t know about Colt, but you had been so excited you hadn’t even bothered unpacking your bags, focused instead of doing all the date prep you could possibly think of. You’d gotten your hair touched up at the salon, gone for a wax, bought yourself a cute new dress that you hoped Colt would like as much as you did.

Now you were perched nervously on your sofa, watching the clock on your phone screen, waiting for Colt to knock on your door.

Luckily – although probably not by chance – the second the clock turned from 18:59 to 19:00, there was a light knock on the door of your apartment.

You basically leapt up from the sofa and sprinted to the front door, pausing only to take a deep breath before opening the door with a smile.

If you had thought you were happy to be going on this date, then Colt’s expression put you to shame. He beamed down at you, wearing a smile so wide you were certain it was hurting his cheeks – but it was entirely genuine. You knew Colt, knew he couldn’t fake an expression that earnest, and it made your heart flutter to see how over-joyed he was to see you.

“Hi, um, these are for you.” Colt said after clearing his throat, breaking a silence you hadn’t even noticed and gently nudging a beautiful bouquet of all different kinds of pink, orange, and yellow flowers: “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, Colt.” you cooed, inhaling the sweet floral smell rising from the bouquet: “They’re gorgeous.”

“So are you.” Colt murmured, managing to sound entirely honest and sweet even as he looked appreciatively at the high hemline of your dress.

You grinned cheekily up at him, making sure to put a little more sway in your step when you turned to find a glass of water for the flowers – laughing when Colt let out a quiet wolf whistle.

You grabbed your coat, and followed Colt out to his truck, allowing him to help you up with a big, hot hand on your hip before he closed the door behind you and you watched as he hustled round the front of the truck, and was next to you in less than a moment, beaming as he turned on the truck and some classic rock started playing through the speakers as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Despite your faux-pleading during the journey, Colt refused to tell you where you were going on this date, only crowing that you would love it. You assured him that that was never in doubt, but you still had no idea where you were going until Colt pulled into a queue for –

“A drive-in movie?” you gasped, bouncing up and down excitedly in your seat.

“I remember you saying that were a romantic staple.” Colt smirked, obviously proud of himself - and rightly so: “And since they’re showing The Notebook, another entry on your list of romantic staples, I knew you’d love it.”

You resisted the urge to squeal – but only just. Instead, you leaned in to press a long kiss to Colt’s cheek: “You’re the best.”

“Well, I don’t know about that…” Colt replied modestly, although you could see how pleased he was by the comment.

You just couldn’t believe how sweet he was.

The quiet dates while you were working together, this date now you were no longer co-workers: the flowers, the drive-in cinema showing your favourite movie, the way he pulled a blanket out from the truck bed before he went to the concession stand…he was just perfect.

How you had managed to win him over, you’d never know, but now you had, you weren’t ever going to let him doubt how much you appreciated him.

The moment he returned with your drink and popcorn, you pounced: pulling him into the truck and taking the snacks away from him, resting them on the dashboard.

Colt looked surprised, but he didn’t get a chance to ask what you were doing before you flung your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

You never would’ve known you’d surprised him by kissing him; his hands instantly went to your waist, gripping tight enough to send a shiver down your spine, but no tighter, even when he used that hold to ­lift you – while still kissing you, the casual show of strength setting off butterflies in your stomach – into his lap.

He kissed you gently: one hand raising to rest on your cheek so he could tilt your head to the side, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

The kiss was sweet and hot and Colt tasted like toothpaste, but you barely noticed when he nipped at your lip before licking away the sting.

Not to be outdone, you nipped him right back – and a little rougher – shivering slightly when Colt moaned softly in response – and then moaning yourself when he abruptly pulled back:

“The movie,” Colt said half-heartedly, as if he was worried about you missing the film, even if he wanted to keep kissing.

But you weren’t missing anything, not when it was to make out with Colt: “You’re way better looking than Noah Calhoun anyway.”

#colt seavers #colt seavers fanfic #colt seavers fanfiction #colt seavers x reader #the fall guy fanfiction

[plugnuts]

I cannot get over the the fact that when Kyle asks to borrow Stan’s charger Stan just completely deflates and becomes SO sad. He just accepts that this is how it is and slowly gives his charger to Kyle knowing that Kyle was just going to leave right after. I can’t get over it, I can’t, why did they make it like that?

#bits of banter #South Park #Stan marsh #Kyle broflovski #style #sp style #sp stan #sp kyle #I CANT STOP THINKING AB IT #they keep breaking up even when they’re not together #WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?? #Stan already has depression why do they keep making him more sad? #and the fact that it wasn’t even really RESOLVED? like??? #when are they going to be besties again #when #sp spoilers #s26 #south park spoilers

[deadandphilgames]

oversharing in the tags time :)

#i think it’s time i go back to therapy #i keep having recurring nightmares about my ex best friend #or dreams where she reaches out to me. and explains why she cut me out #backstory. in high school had a lesbian toxic situationship with my #bestie. THEN i had another one. which kinda overlapped? the first one was open but also just messy #anyways. jade and i were like together for a year. then she got a boyfriend one day and i had a breakdown #it happened just after high school and i was sooooo … unwell. wasn’t out to my family felt like i was gonna die etc etc #(this is all pre dnp btw) anyways next year i found dnp. a couple months later she broke up with her bf #and we sorted dated for a while (this whole time we’d been just friends and i was still not really over it but hiding it) #and then she dated ANOTHER guy. they broke up and she had a breakdown and moved 9 hours away. i went #to visit her for a month. we like kinda dated again then and i thought we could make it work. then 2020. no travel #so she started dating a guy. didn’t tell me. even though we spoke every day. she moved in with him #then she breaks up with him mid 2021. i started dating my gf. but Jade was clingy and it was awkward #she started dating a sketchy guy who was homophobic. i went and visited her a few times #start of 2023 she tells me she wants to make more of an effort cause he didn’t like her friends so she cut everyone out. then she ghosted #in feb 2023. we had tickets for #mcr in march. i had to text her cause she’d blocked me on messenger and said im going to the concert whether she’s there or not #she said ‘yeah no worries! you can take someone else in my place too 😎’ she used that fucking emoji #and I haven’t spoken to her since. I think she quit her job . and that guy was not a nice man #so I still worry about her #writing this all down makes me realise she was a bitch and I deserve better #but I just want closure. it isn’t fair she replied so casually to my text when I said ‘you’ve blocked me’ #it isn’t fair she HAS MY SIGNED COPY OF DANS BOOK #anyways. I need therapy to get over this #and I haven’t even written about my family issues (im #out and they’re supportive but my god they fucked me #up as a kid) #if you read this hi 👋 hope you are having a lovely day #don’t get in lesbian situationships!!!

[scoreplings]

cringe fail moment i got a lil nostalgic over my ex tonight. but then i remembered he was pathetic. godbless

#i was like auau… i miss him he was probably my soulmate 💔 im alone forever now (<- dumbass. u have a bf and many friends) #‘why did i ever break up with him :((‘ #thought for about five minutes about the reasons i broke up with him and was no longer nostalgic #lmfao. remembering the time he had be come to his house then hid in the bathroom and scream-sang mitski for an HOUR while i just kinda. #sat there #remembering the time he had me walk forty minutes to his house then didnt answer the door and let me sit on the porch for about a half an #hour before i gave up and left #none of these were even reasons we broke up 😭 #GOD… remembering that there was honest to god MOLD in his room at all times #like he would leave food sitting around until it molded and just. keep it there. #the amount of time i spent trying to clean his room for him. insaneee #plssss he used to tell me he was a psychopath and incapable of caring for people #so it really wasnt his fault when he treated people bad 😭😭 bro that isnt how it works #you are still choosing to be a shithead #so very not over him yet if you couldnt tell. despite the cringe fail patheticness of him he was unfortunately very hot and charismatic when #he wasnt being a man baby #and we were together for yearsss. so. it’ll be a lil while longer before i stop moping #but thats so funny. cringe of me to care about him still #even his mf boyfriend doesnt like him 😭😭 they used to complain about each other to me DAILY #idk why they’re together but im assuming he’s pulling the same ‘if im single ill kill myself 🥺’ thing on them he pulled on me #shitty of me to assume that but i make 0 good assumptions of this mf

[scientia-rex]

A lot of younger people have no idea what aging actually looks and feels like, and the reasons behind it. That ignorance is so dangerous. If you don’t want to “be old,” you aren’t talking about a number of years. I have patients in their late 80s who could still handily beat me in a race—one couple still runs marathons together, in their late 80s—and I lost someone who was in her early 60s to COPD last year. What you want is not youth, it is health.

If you want to still be able to enjoy doing things in your 60s and 70s and 80s and even 90s, what you want to do, right now, is quit smoking, get some activity on a regular basis (a couple of walks a week is WAY better for you than nothing; increasing from 1 hour a day of cardio to 1.5 will buy you very little), and eat some plants. That’s it. No magic to it. No secret weird tricks. Don’t poison yourself, move around so your body doesn’t forget how, and eat plants.

If you have trouble moving around now because of mobility limitations, bad news: you still need to move around, not because it’s immoral not to, but because that’s still the best advice we have. I highly recommend looking up the Sit and Be Fit series; it is freely available and has exercises that can be done in a chair, which are suitable for people with limited mobility or poor balance. POTS sufferers, I’m looking at you.

If you have trouble eating plants because of dietary issues (they cause gas, etc.) or just because they’re bitter (super taster with texture issues here!), bad news. You still want to find a way to get some plants into your body on a regular basis. I know. It sucks. The only way I can do it is restaurants—they can make salads taste like food. I can also tolerate some bagged salads. On bad weeks, the OCD with contamination focus gets so bad I just can’t. However, canned beans always seem “safe,” and they taste a bit like candy, so they’re a good fallback.

If you smoke and you have tried quitting a million times and you’re just not ready to, bad news. You still need to quit. Your body needs you to try and keep trying. Your brain needs it, too. Damaging small blood vessels racks up cumulative damage over time that your body can start trying to reverse as soon as you quit. I know it’s insanely, absurdly addictive. You still need to.

You cannot rules lawyer your way past your body’s basic needs. It needs food, sleep, activity, and the absence of poison. Those are both small things and big asks. You cannot sustain a routine based on punishment, so don’t punish your body. Find ways to include these things that are enjoyable and rewarding instead. Experiment. There is no reason not to experiment—you don’t have to know instantly what’s going to work for you and what won’t, you just need to be willing to try things and make changes when things aren’t working for you.

You will still age. Your body will stop making collagen and elastin. Tissues you can see and tissues you can’t see will both sag. Cushioning tissues under your skin will get thinner. You’ll bruise more easily. Skin will tear more easily. Accumulated sun damage will start to show more and more. Joints will begin to show arthritis. Tendons and ligaments will get weaker and get injured more easily, as will muscles. Bones will lose mass and get easier to break. You’ll get tired more easily.

But you know what makes the difference between being dead, or as good as, in your 60s vs your 90s? Activity, plants, and quitting smoking. And don’t do meth. Saw a 58-year-old guy this week who is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t quit whatever stimulant he’s on. I pretended to believe it was just the cigarettes, and maybe it is, but meth and cocaine will kill you quicker. Stop poisoning yourself.

Baby steps; take it one step at a time; you don’t need to have everything figured out right now. But you do need to be working on figuring things out.

#the attending dr. kristophine

[inkoutsidethelines]

Thinking about how I would write an adult Scooby-Doo series, because I think it can be done.

The first thing I’d do is make the characters actually be adults.  Still young, but adults, in the mid to late 20s range.  Mystery Inc. is a private detective type business that they run together.  In this universe, the supernatural/ghosts/etc are real, but not necessarily common, so when they take on a case, the culprit might be a person disguised as a monster, or it might actually be a real ghost.  The stakes can be higher; sometimes a bad guy is legitimately trying to kill them.  Sometimes the mystery they’re trying to solve is a murder.  Sometimes they actually get hurt on their cases.

Fred: the core of Fred’s character should be that he’s incredibly kind.  Like, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind.  The “Fred can’t talk to potential clients because he might take a case for free and we need to eat” kind.  He’s an honest and good person and sometimes gets himself into trouble because he assumes other people are too.  While he’s not very good at reading people or noticing ulterior motives, he’s brilliant when it comes to mechanical or engineering type stuff, so he’s the one who keeps the mystery machine running, builds their gadgets, and of course, designs the traps.

Daphne: she comes from old money, and her parents absolutely despise her life choices, to the point where they haven’t officially disowned her, but they have basically cut her off, so she doesn’t actually have access to any family money.  Growing up wealthy has granted her a variety of skills, including speaking multiple languages, horseback riding, and fencing.  She’s very into fashion and jewelry (even if she can’t afford it anymore) and has extensive knowledge of both that can occasionally provide a vital clue in a case. And even though her parents have cut her off, Daphne still has a wide network of contacts she can ask for favors sometimes, because she’s personable, and people tend to like her.  Daphne is also very emotionally intelligent, and is usually the one who can spot when someone is lying to them.

Side note - I ship Fred and Daphne, so I think I would start them off as an established couple for this universe.  Dating, engaged, married, I don’t care.  They are stupidly in love, ride or die for each other.  There’s no will they, won’t they, no worries about cheating.  They are in a healthy, happy, loving relationship, and no one (not even Daphne’s disapproving parents) are going to mess that up for them.

Velma: she is the forensics nerd who sometimes gets super excited about the wrong thing at the wrong time (”He was mummified in seconds? That’s so cool!” “Velma!  His wife is standing right there!” “Oh.  Sorry.”).  She’s not purposely insensitive, she just gets laser focused on her work and forgets to filter herself sometimes.  She’s also the one who can get so fixated on solving whatever mystery they’re working on, she’s willing to bend or maybe break laws.  Is breaking and entering really so bad?  Not if it gets them answers.

Shaggy: he is still the comic relief, but he’s the comic relief by being the only person in the group that actually has common sense.  He manages the business’s finances, he’s the only one who knows how to cook, and the others tease him for being a coward sometimes, but Shaggy maintains that if a ghost with an axe is coming for you, running is the only sensible option.  He should also have a range of random knowledge that sounds useless, but sometimes saves the day (ex ventriloquism, origami, the history of spoons, etc).

Scooby: as this is a universe where supernatural creatures exist, Scooby is an ancient eldritch type being that took a shine to Shaggy when he was a kid, and took the form of a talking dog to befriend and hang out with him.  Aside from the talking dog bit and not aging, he never uses his powers in a way that anyone notices.  The audience is not told upfront that Scooby is an ancient eldritch being; it should slowly be hinted at throughout the series so the audience put it together, but the characters never realize it.  Scooby genuinely considers Shaggy to be his best friend, and cares about the rest of the gang too.

#ink speaks #scooby doo #i like the vibes of a grown up scooby doo #where they're part of a mystery solving business #it needs to be a monster of the week type deal #so that it can play around with the character dynamics #because i think that's fun #long post

[lilithland]

imagine you wake up in a dark room, scared and confused, your hands are tied together above your head, your legs are spread apart on a metal bar

you look down and are horrified, all of your clothes except your panties have been removed, you’re freezing, your nipples painfully hard

you go to scream but find a ball gag in your mouth, you start struggling against the chains, sobbing

a large man walks in

“oh, is my cocksleeve finally awake?”

you look up at him and he takes in your disheveled state

“i’m gonna turn you into my perfect little fuck doll and i’m gonna start by breaking in your tiny cunt and tight ass”

you struggle against the chains more and he groans at the sight, he approaches and you realize just how absolutely humongous he is, you’ve never been more scared in your life

he pulls your panties to the side

“is my dirty whore already wet?”

there’s no way

but as his fingers start to slide between your juicy lips you can feel how leaky you are

he slips two massive fingers inside of you, already creating a stretch

he goes slow, finger fucking you like he has all the time in the world, your stomach fills with dread because he does have all the time in the world, you’re completely at his mercy

he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan around the gag causing drool to drip onto your exposed tits

you’re humiliated and horrified with yourself, you leak around his hand

he painfully twists one of your nipples causing you to groan, drip, and drool again

he adds a third finger in without warning and it feels like you’re about to be split open

he fucks his fingers in and out of your crying cunt at an abusing pace until suddenly they’re gone

you moan around the gag, dripping more at the humiliation of your own body’s betrayal

“don’t worry, you’ll be filled right back up little girl”

you struggle against the chains more, frantically shaking your head back and forth as he pulls his dick out

he’s huge, you don’t even think the tip would fit, let alone his entire length

“don’t worry sweetheart, daddy’s gonna make it fit”

he approaches you and starts to rub his tip up and down your pussy lips, collecting your juices and causing you to leak even more

despite your wetness, when he does finally decide to push his tip in, it doesn’t go in first try

he grabs your hips and slowly forces his tip into your unwilling hole

when he finally shoves his tip inside you want to scream, already feeling torn open

“look at your girl juices running down my cock, you’re just begging to be stuffed full babygirl”

he takes his time feeding his cock into your inferiority hole inch by excruciating inch

just when you think there can’t possibly be more cock he forces another inch in

his tip touches your cervix and you thrash around wildly, accidentally forcing yourself down on his dick a little more

you feel impossibly full, like your fuck hole is going to rip in two

“i think that’s as far as you’re gonna take me tonight princess, tsk tsk, we’ll have to keep cock training you until you can take my full length”

he grabs your chin and yanks it so you’re forced to look at his cock crammed in your impossibly tight pussy

there’s at least two or three inches that aren’t sheathed in you

you clench around his cock when you see just how torn apart your pussy lips are, you sob harder, feeling absolutely ruined

he pulls his dick all the way out until just his tip is left inside, he slams his cock back into you without warning, setting a brutal pace as he r4pes your tight whore hole

he grips your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop around with each thrust

he removes one hand from your hip and starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past the gag

you’re so overstimulated, the line between pain and pleasure blurring

you feel your cunt fluttering around his cock, he does too

“that’s right squeeze my dick baby, you love being my cocksleeve, you love that i chose you to kidnap and to r4pe, eventually you’re going to be begging me to r4pe and breed your holes over and over again everyday”

his words disgust you but your body doesn’t care

you cum so hard you see stars

he pulls his dick all the way out and you scream around your gag, drool running all down your body by this point

he harshly grabs your jaw and forces you to look down at his dick covered in your cream, the proof of the orgasm you just had

“look how much my dirty fuck doll enjoyed being r4ped”

you clench around nothing, your pussy is gaping so much you don’t feel his cum leaking out of your abused hole

“now let’s see if we can use some of this cum to get into your tight ass, i want to see both fuck holes gaping by the end of the night”

#bimboification #bimbo training #use me pls #bimbo doll #dumb slvt #dumb wh0re #corruption kink #daddy's good girl #dumbification #r4p3 kink #r4pepl4y #r4p3b4it #r4p3 fantasy #r4p3 m3 #send me threats #rough cnc #cnc kidnapping #cnc k!nk #nsft concept #c0cksleeve #c0ckslut #cvmdump #cvmslut #cr3ampie #wet and creamy #size k!nk #size difference

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CONTENT CREATION (CL16)

pairing: charles leclerc x f!reader

summary: when ferrari hire a new content creator to help their social media presence, fans start noticing a certain friendship developing between her and their star driver.

*face claim: dina denoire (but please imagine her as you see fit)

scuderiaferrari just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

liked by 209,885 people

scuderiaferrari we’re all smiling and relaxing on media days📸

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user who is taking such good photos when did ferrari care about their social media

user okay loving all this content we are getting lately but what changed admin

user charles wearing white jeans gives me anxiety

user ferrari cooking something

ferrari just posted a reel ੈ✩‧₊˚

liked by 451,209 people

scuderiaferrari charles’ comments after the race have left us craving something 🍕

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user SO THAT WAS A GIRL’S VOICE RIGHT.

user IS THE NEW HIRE A GIRL

user so you DID hire a new media person… i knew all this content was too good to be true

ferrari just posted a tiktok ੈ✩‧₊˚

84k likes, 1.2k comments, 1k shares

video captions:

[carlos: is my person attractive?

charles *laughing*

carlos: that tells me everything!

charles: yes she is!

carlos: is it y/n then?

charles: i’m saying nothing]

ferrari charles and carlos play who am i featuring the members of our ferrari team!👀

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user CHARLES WHAT DO U MEAN UR SAYING NOTHING.

user WHO IS Y/N AND WHY DOES SHE HAVE CHARLES LAUGHING LIKE THAT

user okay but carlos knowing he was immediately y/n from the way charles blushed👀 what does he know that we don’t she must be hot

user admin give us a y/n reveal💳💳💳

ferrari just posted a tiktok ੈ✩‧₊˚

39.8k likes, 415 comments, 890 saves

ferrari what time do our team arrive for our meeting?

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user THIS IS THE FAMOUS Y/N???? SUDDENLY I UNDERSTAND CHARLES

user UMMM WHO IS THE GIRL

user double checking their team on the website it would appear she’s the content creator👀

user the one charles keeps mentioning???

user wait what time did the meeting start😭

yourusername 5… some of us were late

user IS THIS HER ACCOUNT BC IF SO…???? IM PANICKING SHES SO HOT

yourusername hi😭😭 yes this is me!!!

user oh my god she’s so hot

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yourusername first few months of many travelling the world have been a dream. grazi ferrari❤️

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user FINALLY FOUND UR ACCOUNT IVE BEEN WANTING TO SCREAM ABOUT HOW HOT YOU ARE FOR AGES

user was so focused on you i didn’t even notice the photo of charles

charles_leclerc no photo credits?

yourusername WAH WAH WAH

user how does it feel to liVE MY DREAM

yourusername pretty incredible tbh

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[video captions:

CARLOS: who is most likely to be late because they overslept?

CHARLES: *laughing* probably y/n. she’s always late. i don’t think i’ve seen her be on time to a single meeting yet. she’s also notoriously hard to wake up and sleeps through her alarms and being shaken!

CARLOS: *teasing* you speak from experience, no?

CHARLES: *laughing* i’ve definitely struggled to wake her up a few times!]

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charles_leclerc enjoying the summer break

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user IS THAT Y/N?

user so ferraris content creator gets to see charles shirtless ? where do i apply

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user GET HIM

user not to be that person but if they went on holiday together that means they probably shared a hotel room right…

user oh they’re totally doing it

user can’t blame her at all i would too

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yourusername some well deserved time off🫶

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user UMMM THE SECOND PHOTO??? ITS GIVING BOYFRIEND

user BESTIE WE ALL KNOW UR TOGETHER JUST MAKE IT OFFICIAL‼️

user this is confirmation in my head

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[video captions:

CHARLES: y/n how do i look?

Y/N: you look alright.

CHARLES: just alright? oh my god my heart is broken.]

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user WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR HEART IS BROKEN CHARLES WHY IS HER OPINION SO IMPORTANT TO YOU👀

user oh so they spend the whole summer break together and now they’re in love????

user charles and y/n just announce you’re dating already i beg

user a whole formula 1 video and the first thing charles thinks of is to ask for y/n’s opinion… yeah we’ve lost him guys

user fr and i can’t even blame him have you SEEN her

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yourusername thanks idiot for mentioning my name constantly on the internet. glad to know i’m always on your mind (you’re on mine too)

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user OH MY GOD I KNEW IT

user TEARS THEYRE SO CUTE

user not ferrari playing matchmaker😭

charles_leclerc i love you. sorry i had to scream about it, glad i can do it double time now

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charles_leclerc shout out to ferrari for introducing me to the girl of my dreams and only being minorly annoyed when i decided to make her mine

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user SO REALLLL

user MOTHER AND FATHER!!! ITS OFFICIAL

user when will I have my fanfic worthy love story

carlossainz55 i can’t wait to third wheel for the rest of our career together

yourusername you love us really

carlossainz55 i do. i really do

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⋆｡˙ runaway pets ˙｡⋆

pairings: dark regulus + dark poly marauders

warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, implied kidnapping, threesome, implied fivesome, voyeurism, overstimulation, (light) slapping, choking, stockholm syndrome, smoking, shotgunning, pet names, etc.

a/n: please enjoy the much more comprehensive version of one of my very first works. there were a lot of inconsistencies and issues with the first version. I added a lot more detail to this and it honestly feels more like a one-shot than a drabble now. i'll add the unedited version at the bottom just incase anyone wants to take a peak. anyways, happy reading <3

“I told you it’d be worse if you went to get help.” Regulus sits on one end of the bed, a small indulgent smile flitting across his lips. As if nothing was wrong. 

As if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life.

You turn your head to him, breathless pants leaving your mouth as Remus continues to rock into you. His hips slap into your own at a steady pace. How long had he been sitting there?

The air is stifling, sweat beading along your forehead and the small of your back. The arm around your waist only adds to the oppressive feeling, Remus’ strong grip keeping you upright and in place.

Your arms shake from exertion, and you have to force your hands to unclench from where they’re fisting the damp sheets.

With a whimper, you reach for Regulus, trying to find the comfort you once found in him before it all. Before he had selfishly stole you away. Before you knew of the darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

You weakly try to pry off the arm wrapped around you, but it doesn’t budge. It only tightens, pulling you up until your back hits Remus’ firm chest.

“Want sir now. Please- Remmy-” The lanky brunette ignores you, muttering something unintelligible into your neck as his thrusts speed up. Your attention was stolen from him. He doesn’t like that- not one bit.

Your face crumples at the silent dismissal, the tears you’d been holding in falling just as you reach another trembling high.

“Please, m’sorry sir- c-can we please go home now?” You gasp out. Your limbs burn, they have been for a while you suppose, but still you try to ignore it, concentrating on just Regulus for now.

But he only hums noncommittally, standing as he makes his way to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. Regulus rubs his jaw in mock thought, scrutinizing the scene before him while he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. The smell of cinnamon saturates the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere.

“Thought you wanted to come here-“ He gestures around the room, lazily draping himself on the nearby armchair. “For help.” The last word is said with a sneer and laced with so much venom that you balk.

Even though you can tell he’s done arguing about it, you still sob out: “I’ll be good- promise.”

You hear Sirius let out a scoff. He’s leaning against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and a lit cigarette in hand, doing nothing but watching as his friends ruin you.

He’d been the one to call Regulus when you came running to their house, barefoot and in nothing but a frail, white nightgown. “You’re already being good here, pup- s’no use in leaving.” He makes his way towards you, squishing your cheeks together, your lips forming an o-shape.

He blows smoke into your mouth, smirking when you cough at the burn. “Y’already gonna be punished anyway, might as well do that here- ain’t that right Reggie?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, breaking his normally composed demeanor. “Don’t call me-”

“Hush, I can’t focus when you lot keep talkin.” James' speech is slurred as he speaks up, moving his head slightly from between your legs. He pays no mind to the way Remus pumps in and out of you. His mouth is so close to where the two of you meet that you can feel his cool breath against your clit as he talks.

“S’annoying.”  

You clench around Remus at the feeling, and the man in question groans, giving you a particularly rough thrust.

James goes back to work at that, humming softly as he drinks in yours and Remus’ juices. You let out a another strangled moan, instinctively trying to tilt your hips away.

Instantly Sirius’ face darkens with anger, “Uh-uh, I don’t think so puppy.” A hand shoots out to grab the base of your neck as James’ hands grip the front of your thighs tightly.

“Don’t fuckin’ run away from him- you understand?” 

You nod shakily, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him with unseeing eyes.

“Just take it like a good girl, princess.” James cooes, lightly nibbling on the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp.

“What d’you say bunny?” Remus asks from behind you, hips slowing as he tries to find that spot. Trying to coax the words out of you. You whine, unable to answer until Sirius gingerly slaps your cheek, raising a sharp brow at you.

“M’sorry- m’so sorry Jamie.” Your head is spinning, an ache growing until it becomes practically mind numbing.

At this point it’s all you can focus on.

“Thought I taught you better than that pet.” Regulus chides, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He looks only slightly more disheveled than before. His hair is not neatly combed back like it was earlier, and his tie considerably loosened. His fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, the veins in his forearms flexing in a way that makes your mouth water.

You lick your lips. “Sir-”

Remus shushes you. “S’ okay bunny- y’just have to make it up to him.” You cry out as he brushes against your g-spot, finally finding what he’s been looking for this whole time.

Each hit of his hips is aimed perfectly, giving you no room to breathe until you’re a gasping mess.

James’ mouth certainly doesn’t help. His warm tongue suckles at your clit, unrelenting as he brings you to that exhilarating peak over and over again.

Eventually he breaks away, wiping the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand. A feral grin forms as he pushes the hair away from your face, cupping your teary cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad now was it? You can take a little more, right?”

Sirius answers before you can even think to open your mouth, a mocking frown on his face. “I don’t know about that Prongs- she seems a right mess already, huh? Don’t think she can go on.” He slaps between your legs, and a panicked moan startles its way out of you. 

You quickly come undone, so worked up from before, but the torment doesn’t end there.

“I think you're right, Pads.” James murmurs, as he slips his fingers through the mess of your cunt, the tips of his fingers grazing the base of Remus’ cock.

It’s enough to startle a groan out of him.

Sirius grabs onto your hips, reaching around James to take control of the even pace Remus set. “C’mon pup, make a mess on Moony’s cock- be a good little cockslut for us.”

He bounces you viscously atop Remus, everyone watching intently as you become a drooling mess.

Your set your lidded gaze on Regulus, whose self-control looks like it’s seconds away from snapping. 

Yet he makes no move to stop the situation.

“Come on princess- fuckin’ come for us. Make a fucking mess.” James growls into your ear, pinching your clit roughly. Tears well in your eyes, body tensing as you are, yet again, pushed off the edge.

“Fuck- such a good bunny.” Remus curses. 

Sirius and James mock your high pitched cries, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching you sob at the overstimulation.

Your limbs go slack, Remus panting heavily as he fucks you through it all, his breath fanning against your neck. He kisses your temple softly and you whine, barely able to move, even as the aftershocks flow through you. 

The three continue to overstimulate you, and Remus lets out a breathy chuckle when Sirius lets go of your hips, letting you fall face first into James’ chest.

“S’your turn princess. We’re not doing all the work for you- besides you still have three more cocks to go.”

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jealousy, jealousy

˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚

warnings: violence, off page murdah, suggestive themes, possessive behavior

18+ only

watch out for red flags in real life and read at your own discretion ♡

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˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The least jealous of the three, but that doesn’t say much, does it?

• Running an enterprise goes hand in hand with being an Overlord. Vox prides himself on being everywhere at once but he knows his limits. If wants to keep this cushy life he built, and you safe, he can’t spread himself too thin. That means occasionally cutting back on distractions

• So go out, have your fun— playtoys even! He’s not worried. Vox has literal eyes on you 24/7, access to your phone and all its contents, your lifeline is constantly synced to his peripherals. Really! He’s not worried!

• The problem arises when Vox feels threatened or undermined. If he’s in the same room, no one should even be looking at you! And if some sorry soul dared to touch you!? That’d be the last time they have hands

• “I’ve been looking for you!” He says from behind as his claws creep around your shoulders. He’ll ignore the Sinner, bringing your attention to him as security drags them away. You don’t need to know how jealous he can get

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Sharing, shockingly, is not in her vocabulary! Not outfits, not credit, not the spotlight and fucking especially not you

• You’re her favorite project, she so lovingly calls you, which is a giant compliment. She dresses you every day so if— for some hellish reason— you left her side, she knows she has a visual claim on you. Vel quickly snaps and posts a pic of the two of you together before you go, just to remind her audience the fact you’re spoken for! Don’t you feel safe? And stylish?

• Unlike her partners, Velvette can multitask so having you around the studio can be an everyday treat! Unfortunately she has to split her focus, occasionally crashing the conversation to a stop so she can snap at someone

• Her eyes are sharp, they pick up on every little detail and seldom miss a thing. No one in her workshop would even think about approaching you, unless Vel asked, so it was all too easy to spot that new-nobody-model break his neck to check you out

• You’ve seen Velvette reduce even the oldest, most thick skinned to a puddle of piss in the street with her words. She doesn’t give anyone the chance to touch what’s hers. She’s shameless and loud, stopping the inappropriate behavior from across the room if she has to, “Oy! You! You’re fuckin’ fired, get the fuck out of here ‘fore I set you on fire!”

• As they run for the elevator, she debates if the clothes they’re wearing are worth keeping or not. With a glowing finger she swipes them off the model anyways, stripping them of her brand… and their dignity

• Velvette marks the occasion with a kiss to your cheek, stained with black lipstick, and another posted picture with a clever caption

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Val invented jealousy

• He handles it as well as everyone expects

• It’s not limited to you, either! Business partners, employees, friends (if he has any left), play things, he’ll be up and arms about anything that belongs to him. There’s only one way to cut the cord tethered to him, and he’s always the one to decide how and when

• Val may have a lot of toys but you’re not one of them. You’re special— precious, actually!

• He has tabs on you at all times. Tracker in your phone, jewelry with his name on it, a bodyguard if he’s feeling particularly paranoid that day!

• Val also loves showing you off. Love bites are his favorite mark of ownership, he’ll show off wherever is most recent so be prepared to swat his hands away. Everyone can look, but only he can touch. He has four hands, one of them is on you at all times in public

• No one should manage to get in spitting distance of you— but if somehow they did and had the gall to talk to you… he’ll break their nose on the spot. He’d make quicker work with a gun, but then he’d get blood on you and he doesn’t want that

• “You’re so fuckin’ hot tonight, baby, look how clumsy you’ve made this idiot!” Val cackles, poorly masking his rage, “Seriously, I think you’re trying to get me riled up.” You open your mouth to deny it but he laughs again, carefully pulling you closer with both pairs of arms, “I’m only teasing!”

• Looming over you, Val shoots said idiot a murderous glare that gives them a five second head start. He’s yet to lose this game of chase. He always returns, clean as a crappy soap ad, to shower you in gifts in lieu of an apology for disappearing

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