I am having some problems with this account and for this reason I am not using it anymore, you can find me on threelionsgirl and order imagines there đ€
Hi guys! So I created this sideblog for me to post imagines (which I just love to write), but I'm having problems with this account, which I'm not being able to solve. This is frustrating me too much, so I decided not to use it anymore and just stick to my main account > @threelionsgirl < This doesn't mean I'm not writing anymore, I'm just not doing it here.
You can still read what is hosted here, but I am only accepting requests on the other account, you can do it there, even the requests are open!!!
request for maseđ heâs on the phone (you choose with who) but y/n is in the mood so she sucks him off and makes him stay on the phone whilst she doesđźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđš
Can you please do one where Jadon and I argue about something stupid and give each other a silent treatment and that worries our baby who thinks weâre gonna get a divorce but lots of fluff!
Ik itâs weird but đ
Thank you đđ„°
done! you can read here
sorry i ended up publishing your request without actually finishing writing it by accident
hey can i request an angst to fluff fic with mase, where you've been receiving a ton of hate on social media after the paparazzi had caught you and mase out having dinner together and you've been holding it in for so long. one day mase gets home from training and he sees you're on the couch with your laptop on your lap and you're reading all the comments and death threats you receive daily and he just reassures you that it'll all work out in the end. can the reader also be an influence like (sasha, Jack's gf) and she has to come out and speak about the hate on her yt channel please. by the way i love your workđ§ââïž
this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that youâre always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now weâve realised everyoneâs version of âcomfortâ is hilariously different
Can you do a smut with mason where you are teasing him at a club , so he drags you home to punish you but while he is doing taht you c@m without his permission and he absolutely looses his temper and ra!ls you
notes: hi anon, sorry I think this really could have been better, but I was not very inspired đ„Ž btw hope u like!
masterlist | requests are open!
"Acting like a desperate slut won't make me fuck you, Y/N." Mason said in your ear, holding your hips so that you stopped grinding against his groin. You were at a club with Lauren, Declan and a few other friends for a little fun. The problem was that you didn't want to go out that night, Mason had been gone for a week and all you wanted was to stay home, so he could fuck you as hard as he could. You even tried to seduce him before you left the house, but he was relentless, telling you to be patient. Of course, he wanted to fuck you, but he also loved to see you whine and beg for it.
"What do you mean?" You turned to face him, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. You knew Mason hated it when you pretended not to know what was going on. His expressions grew harder, and that only turned you on more. His hand went down to your ass, and he gripped the hem of your dress between his thumb and forefinger. The club was a dark place, only the neon beams gave off any light, but you didn't care if anyone was watching.
"Don't play dumb, babygirl. I knew what you wanted the moment you put on this micro dress that doesn't cover a damn thing." You smiled, resting your chin on his shoulder. You had chosen the shortest and tightest black dress in your closet purposely. Likewise, you almost let out a groan when his hand went up between your legs, brushing against the fabric of your panties. "You still had the decency to wear panties, I wouldn't be surprised if I found you with nothing down here."
"I really don't know what you're talking about." You wanted to laugh, but that would blow your cover as a covert girl, so you hugged him by the shoulders and kissed his neck. "I thought you liked my dresses."
You were trying to change the subject, and it didn't go unnoticed by him. Mason pushed you back a little so that you could face each other. His jaw was locked, and he spoke between his teeth, "Stop acting like you haven't been rubbing your ass on my dick all night."
You almost whimpered when he removed his hand from between your legs, and it reminded you of why you were doing all that.
"I don't even know why we left the house in the first place." You ran your fingers down his forearm until your hand grasped his, and you tried futilely to pull him away as Mason didn't move. "Please, Mase, let's go home!"
"I didn't even finish my drink, baby." A cocky smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said, showing you the half glass of whiskey that was on the counter. "I'm not giving you what you want yet."
"Fine, then I should look for someone who will give it to me." You turned away from him and crossed your arms, a captive smile appearing on your mouth at what you were about to say. "Someone who enjoys having his dick being rubbed across my ass, since you don't want it." That was a very dangerous path, you knew that, but you couldn't help it, surely later he would say you were being a disobedient brat. You looked at him, Mason's patience was as thin as a strip of rice paper at that moment.
"If I were you, I wouldn't dare." Mason narrowed his eyes at you. "Stop being a cynical brat, be a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you later." He did nothing to stop you, his arm was loose, he unlocked his jaw and his expressions softened, his sudden change of posture was a warning: your actions, your consequences, think well about what you are going to do.
But you didn't want the reward, you wanted the punishment. You gave a little smile, and neither denied nor confirmed anything. "I'm going to get a drink."
You kissed his cheek before heading to the bar. Mason followed you with his eyes to find out if you were going to act up or if you were going to obey him. This went on for a few minutes while you waited for your drink, Mason was confident that you would obey him and be right back. He got a little distracted when Lauren and Declan went to talk to him, and at the bar, you took the chance to tease him. Better than doing it in front of strangers, was doing it in front of people he knew.
Of course, you would never touch another man or let another man touch you, but you knew how to tease Mason without the need for touching. You leaned your elbows on the counter and pushed your butt as high as you could. A nice ass in a micro dress would draw a lot of attention from any passing man, you knew that.
"Bro, you should take a look at your girl." Declan said and patted Mason's arm, and when he looked at you, his blood boiled. The way you were leaning on that counter, the guy sitting next to you was practically eating you with his eyes, and you were doing nothing to stop him. You were smiling at the bartender and still acting like an innocent. That was the limit, Mason could have sworn the whole club could see your damn panties.
Mason left Lauren and Dec behind and walked toward you. You felt a surge of adrenaline go through your body as he pulled you by the elbow and then took your hand. You began to walk toward the club's exit.
"Where are we going?"
"Home." That was all he replied. You felt your arousal levels rise. Short, thick words meant hot, violent sex. He was angry, and you felt proud and a smile escaped. "If I were you, I wouldn't be happy.
The drive was as silent as the walk across the parking lot, Mason didn't even let you turn on the radio. He didn't speak to you, and he didn't look at you. You stood glazed watching his profile: his jaw locked, the veins running up his arms, and his dark eyes focused on the road.
"Aren't you going to talk to me, Mase?" you asked when they got home. He turned to close the door and just then he pulled your wrist toward him, and you found yourself caught between the door and his body.
"I'm not going to talk, I'm going to fuck you." The expression on your face looked angry and disappointed, but also full of sexual desire. That only turned you on even more, and your eyes glittered with lust. Your pussy flashed after his words, and you tried to close your legs, but one of Mason's knees stopped you. He pulled your dress up to your waist, one of his hands gripped the back of your neck and the other went up your thighs, he pulled your panties aside and his fingers began to nibble at your clit. "Isn't that what you wanted, babygirl?"
Mason's mouth was on your neck, and you tried to kiss him in response, but he wouldn't let you. He held your head by the scalp and pulled hard on your hair, forcing you to look at him, your lips ajar, begging for a little more contact. "I asked you a question, Y/N, aren't you going to answer me?"
"Y-yes, daddy. It's exactly what I wanted." You wanted to smile in pure arousal, the pain of the prick on your scalp mingling with the feel of his fingers in your pussy.
"However, I didn't like what you did at the club. I'm seriously considering whether to let you cum today, Y/N." The hand that had been in your hair went to your jaw, locking your gaze on his. You almost groaned in frustration at the thought of Mason not letting you cum, so you decided to appeal a little by holding one of his biceps.
"What if I promise not to do that again?" You bit your lips forcing your most innocent eyes.
"Sorry sweetie, no. You had your fun, now I'm having mine." Mason said as he pushed you along with him toward the bedroom. For someone angry he seemed too calm, but Mason was someone who liked to take out his anger with actions, not words. "Okay, do you remember our safe word?"
You looked into his eyes, dark with so much lust, and answered almost breathlessly, "Saturn."
"Right." He spoke and threw you on the bed. You fell on your ass on the mattress with your legs spread. You stood there enjoying the view as Mason took off his shirt. "I want you on all fours. And don't take off your dress."
You immediately did as he asked, resting your hands and knees on the mattress. Your dress still covered your breasts and was hiked up to your waist, revealing your ass covered only by a turquoise thong. You noticed Mason approaching, but he didn't touch anywhere on your hips, instead he reached into one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a rope.
Then he reached around you, brought your wrists together, and pulled them forward so that your chest and chin were against the mattress, keeping your knees in the same position. He tied them together tightly and connected the other end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. You tried to pull, but it was useless, and he smiled proudly.
Mason returned to the end of the bed facing your pert ass and at his mercy. "So hot." He smoothed one of your butt cheeks before leaving a hard slap there that made you jump forward and have a crazy urge to lock your knees, but you didn't do it knowing he wouldn't like it. You felt his hands go up your lower back to the top of your dress, but instead of pulling the zipper down, Mason positioned both hands on either side of you and used the force of his muscles to rip the fabric in two. The sound of the material being torn strangely turned you on more. "That's what I wanted to do with that damn dress all night." He threw the rags on the floor and climbed onto the bed, standing over you. "Is that what you wanted to show everyone?" He asked with his lips to your ear pulling at the thin straps of your panties, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass and moaned in response. "Are you proud or do you want to make an apology, babygirl?"
"I'm sorry, daddy. Please forgive me. I just don't know what's gotten into me. But I'll be your good girl from now on, I promise." You whimpered and a cocky grin appeared on his face, Mason pulled away and squeezed your ass before he started slapping you a few times.
With each slap your pussy became wetter and wetter for him. You could feel your ass burning, and you could imagine the marks of Mason's hands on your naked ass. All you wanted at that moment was for him to fuck you, and it was almost a relief to your ears when you heard the sound of your jeans being opened. Mason stood naked, he pulled the fabric of your panties aside and placed the head of his cock against your entrance, you moved your hips back wanting him to come inside you, but he held your movements back by the waist.
"I don't think you're being very sincere." Another slap, this time harder and you groaned with the sting.
"Please, daddy, fuck me." You dragged your voice out and whimpered, the way you knew Mason liked it when you begged. You started to think that maybe he wanted to punish you while he was fucking you and that couldn't be any better, but before you could finish your thought, you felt his hard cock start to stretch your pussy. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, and pushed his cock in with a long, hard thrust that made you let out a loud moan.
His cock never stopped surprising you, always stretching you to the limit and pounding you until you were screaming. This time was no different, Mason combined the frantic movements of his hips with unexpected slaps on your ass and you groaned for both, losing your senses as the pleasure grew inside you.
He then began to fuck you as hard as he could by pulling your hair and pulling you back to him, causing my orgasm to increase instantly, but you knew he wouldn't let you cum so easily. Mason's chest clamped down on your back again and he pulled your head by your chin to look at him.
"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" He asked, with slow but strong hip movements that levered your body forward. Your fingers twitched, both your toes still in the heeled sandals Mason wouldn't let you take off, and the fingers of your hands, caught in the ropes.
"Yes, daddy, I love it when you fuck my pussy this way. qPlease let me cum today."
"You won't cum until I tell you if you can. Brats like you don't deserve to cum until you've earned it." He pulled away, paralyzing your movements, but without removing his penis from inside you. You could feel your pussy pulsing around him, needing more movement. Mason pulled down your panties, the only piece of clothing still on your body, ripping the straps apart. He crumpled the piece in his fist and leaned in again. "Open." He indicated your mouth and you did so quickly and Mason placed your panties there serving as a nice morass. "Well, if you can't talk you can't ask to cum."
He smiled satisfied, and with that Mason began to fuck your pussy without inhibition. One of his hands slid down to meet your clitoris and he began to stimulate you precisely, pushing you to your limits. You moaned disconnected words, writhing your body and feeling your legs shaking. Your breathing was a total mess, and you prayed that he would let you cum soon. You loved to feel his control, his authority, and his dominance, it drove you completely crazy and you felt like you could cum at any moment. It was hard to hold on if all you could think about since Mason came home that day was this orgasm.
You closed your eyes, feeling the tears roll down and your toes curl. You tried to hold back as long as you could, but it was impossible and you ended up cumming without his permission. You tried to cover it up, so that Mason wouldn't notice, but he knew your body and your every reaction. The sensation was overwhelming, it was always like this when you had sex with him, but you knew that Mason would not be happy.
He stopped what he was doing, and slapped your ass and growled in your ear "I told you no cumming". He slapped you again before grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them. "Jesus, Y/N, what the hell do I do with you?â
You felt him pull out of you, and Mason turned you over on the bed, making you lie on your stomach with your arms crossed in an X shape. You looked at him as if to ask what he was going to do, but the panties in your mouth prevented you from speaking. At least he hadn't blindfolded you, that was good. Mason reached into one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a vibrator. You followed him with your eyes as he positioned himself in front of you again, he kissed his way up your belly, up between the valley of your breasts, your sternum to your neck.
"You really should have tried harder not to cum without permission." A hesitant grunt crept up your throat as you felt the tip of the vibrator on your clitoris. "Oh, you like having an orgasm, do you? Well then, I'm going to give you eight more of them. What do you think, Y/N?" You swallowed dryly as he turned on the device and the slow vibrations began. Mason slid his cock into your pussy starting with slow movements. Moans escaped your mouth through the fabric as he increased the speed.
Mason pulled your panties out of your mouth and bit your bottom lip, you cried out instantly as he started fucking you harder. He increased the speed of the vibrator and it dragged you to the edge again and you teased by squeezing around again, but your release didn't make him stop.
"Daddy..." You said with difficulty as the intense vibrations forced you to feel everything again without a time gap, making your skin more sensitive.
"What's with all that screaming? You're sensitive, you say, babygirl?" He said smoothing your face, but without stopping his hip movements or slowing down the speed of the vibrator. "Well that's not my problem. I'm doing you a favor! Since you like having orgasms so much, I'm giving you more of what you want...my word, that's a lot of noise you're making." Mason let out a cocky laugh watching you flail and shimmer under him, in his control. You groaned senselessly feeling the endorphin binding and the sense of well-being for the third time again.
Your juices were making everything too wet and you could feel the liquids soaking your legs and the mattress. You contracted your stomach squealing as the waves continued, Mason looked at you, he was about to cum too, but wanted to prolong it as long as possible so that you would learn your lesson and not be a cynical brat who cummed without permission again. You started trying to hold off your next orgasm in an attempt to delay a little the pain caused by multiple orgasms. "Am I going to have to tie you down? You don't think you can have another orgasm?" You shook your head to the side, your breathing was unregulated and your body was sweating as if you were inside a hot sauna. "Oh, I don't think that's true. I believe in you, Y/N. And I'm patient enough to keep doing this for as long as it takes."
You sighed because it was still good, Mason clamped his mouth to yours and you pulled at the rope wanting to hold him, fix his back, your fingers itched to touch him so it was great when he decided to kiss you because at least your mouth you could control. "What an interesting color you're turning. Maybe I should go faster." You groaned intensely and bit his shoulder. "Well, that certainly made the noise louder." You tried to bite down on his cocky smile, but he deflected by moving his mouth down to your breasts and biting your nipples, one at a time. "Oh, there we go." The noise echoed in the room as you reached your fourth orgasm of the night. "See, I told you you could do it again, you begged so hard for it today."
Mason made you cum twice more with the vibrator and before you could ask him to stop he turned the toy off and dropped it on the bed. Your body was getting hypersensitive and the stitches painful, but he always seemed to know your limits before you needed to use the safe word. You relaxed, grateful that he didn't keep his word of eight orgasms.
You felt his thrusts for a few more seconds inside you, this time more rhythmical and less rough until he came. You clung your legs around his waist as he came with his face pressed against your neck. He sprinkled tender kisses there and on your collarbone.
After that he released you and sat you down to clean you up. He gave you some water and then pulled you so that you were lying with him while he kissed your face and caressed your body. He was as good with aftercare as he was good at fucking you. Always putting your emotional, physical and mental needs first.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked and you shook your head raising your hands to mess up his hair and your head to kiss him.
"I'm fine."
"You know I love you right?" you confirmed with your head laying on his chest as he stroked your hair. "But your punishment isn't over yet. I hope you enjoyed it because I'm not giving you any more of that for a week."
You smiled, listening to his heartbeat, that would be another hard week.
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