my asks are always open! prompts and other discussions are welcome
idk if this is anything to you but my timezone is CET, but I'm trying to post around times when EST is awake too. so anywhere between 1pm/7am to 1am/7pm ig.
seriously questioning what meds Charles is on bc what do you mean you signed another contract with Ferrari?? ik you're loyal but you're also fucking delusional if you truly believe they'll give you the car that will have you win wdc.
Obviously blonde4blonde ships are fucked up and scary, but it's important to remember that fiction isn't reality. Many people enjoy things in fiction that would be fucked up irl, and writing blonde4blonde ships doesn't inherently mean that someone is actually okay with two blonde people dating in real life.
tragedy is when a man has so much failwife potential & yet gets assigned suave dom by the fandom and isn't allowed to be anything else. chin up king your loser energy is seen and appreciated. by me
you ever get so into the whole "it would have been good if it was good" thing that it gets kind of embarrassing. it would have been good if it was good but it's Not and in fact it's maybe worse than anything else but unfortunately. it still could have been good. if it was go
the bell tolls once more before JB sighs and turns his back to the sea and steps back towards his house. it's been 3 months since JJ was lost at sea. he saved Sarah, but to what cost? and yet John B hasn't stopped calling for him, and this night he won't start. so he closes the door behind him, his heart breaking once more, and flicks the porch light on, hoping he won't be the one to turn it off the next morning.
hey so I was joking I was joking I didn't want Max to retire so soon I WAS JOKING WHAT IS HAPPENING OMFG I'm happy for Dorianne but omfg MAX YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME
summary: y/n and Leo dress up as Ghostface and Casey, but her outfit is too much for Leo and he can't keep it together for long [fic belongs to this series but can be read by itself]
word count: 2k
warnings: smut, edging, making out, p in v (unprotected), heavy pda, creampie, backshots
author's note: I could've written more but it didn't really go anywhere so I cut it off and kept it short
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“Hmm, and how am I supposed to walk around with a raging boner all day?” Leo gnaws at his lip while looking at you. Your costume is basically just underwear and a Ghostface mask. The black lace bodysuit corset with the tiniest excuse of a black dress under it so you won't be completely naked, as well as fishnet tights and your black leather boots.
“You will have to manage,” you say and stick your tongue out at him. He’s in blue jeans and a cream-white sweater that you had cut in and sprinkled with some fake blood.
“I really don't think I will. And what will the school say? Dress code, you know?” He walks over to you, pulling you into his arms and leaning down, his lips ghosting yours in a daring smile.
“Oh, the school that doesn't dare to call me out because they are scared I could open my mouth about how fucking misogynistic everybody is?” you smirk, and he kisses you, biting your lip and pressing his boner against your hip.
“See what you're doing to me?” he pouts, and you brush a few strands of hair from his forehead, returning his pouty smile.
“And if we weren't late already, I would take care of it.”
“Woah,” Jack gasps as the two of you walk up to your lockers, he's dressed up in a pilot's jumpsuit.
“Thank you very much,” you smile, twirling while taking another step before landing right in front of your locker. “Top Gun?” you ask and he nods.
“You guys do know that it doesn't make a lot of sense to have Stu and Ghostface there, Stu was Ghostface too,” Jack argues your costume.
“I'm Casey,” Leo rolls his eyes at his friend.
“Sure you are,” Jack laughs.
“You want me to hit you with this thing?” Leo asks, a little bit annoyed, holding up the old phone you had found in one of your dad's boxes from forever ago.
“Gender swap Scream?” Sean asks while walking up to the three of you, his suit and hat leave a lot to the imagination, but you know him enough by now to guess the costume on the first try.
“Yes. Oppenheimer?” you say and he nods.
“Can we go?” Leo pulls at your hand, but you stay planted in your spot. “Please.”
“Tough day for you, buddy,” Jack snorts, clapping Leo on the shoulder and walking off, Sean following suit with a simple nod in your direction.
You're practically slammed into the lockers behind you when Leo forces a steamy kiss on you, pressing his knee between your legs and his thigh into your growing heat.
“Leo,” you gasp, trying to push him off a bit, but all he does is shift his attention to your neck, while his hand comes up to cup your breast. You're flushed and breathing a little heavier when you turn your head to look down the hallway, eyes crossing with a few classmates who can't seem to take their eyes off the scene until your quick glance turns into a harsh glare.
“Look somewhere else!” you bark at them, and they start to scurry.
“Please,” Leo whispers into your ear, completely drunk on you. “I need you, baby.”
“We have class,” you remind him, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head back.
“Let's just skip,” he hushes, pecking your lips between each word.
“If you keep it together until later, I might sit on your face,” you tell him while rubbing your palms over his chest.
“That's bribery,” he sighs but takes a step back.
“Sometimes there's no other choice,” you shrug and start walking towards your classroom.
The whole day at school he is squirmy and inattentive when it comes to class, his eyes are pinned on you, amazed by how beautiful you are and how grateful he is to have you.
“I need to fuck you,” he rasps into your ear at lunch, and you gulp, licking your lips and trying to not let him win.
“I don't want to get suspended,” you tell him, trying to plead with him, but he doesn't seem to mind.
“We can just spend even more time-” he starts, and you place your hand on his mouth.
“Later. I promise,” you whisper, pulling your hand away to give him a chaste kiss.
“Guys, I signed us up for the hay maze on the football field later,” Tony yells as he comes running and Leo drops his head onto the table. “We gotta do something, Coach said this one is the easiest, we just gotta guide people through it.”
“Do we get a test run? Or better yet, a map?” you ask, running your hand through Leo’s hair in the hopes it'll calm him down.
“I didn't ask,” the boy in the Spider-Man outfit shrugged.
“All right. Is it built yet?” you ask, an idea forming in your mind.
“I think they are finishing up,” he nods, and you jump to stand.
“Well then we better go help them,” you take your bag and the mask, pulling it over head before walking out of the cafeteria, but Leo isn't behind you, he is still sitting there, head lying on the table as you turn around to look at him.
“Casey!” you yell, and he lifts his head, so you tilt yours. “You comin’?”
“Wohoo, dangerous, Ms. y/l/n,” the Coach laughs as you walk up, taking the mask off and storing it in your bag, Leo trotting behind you.
“The pleasure is all mine,” you smile.
“Grecco, stand up straight,” the man barks and Leo fixes his posture quickly.
“Tony said he put us down for this? To help out?” he asks the coach, who nods.
“Yeah, just gotta hide some candy in there and later you gotta scare a few kids, which won't be a problem here,” he gestures at your outfit.
“I can scare kids without looking like this,” you scoff, heading for the pile of candy bags. And when you bend down you can hear a suppressed moan from Leo, trying to hide how much he actually needs you after being teased all day long.
“That looks heavy, let me,” a guy says from in front of you, a guy you've never seen in your life, but before you can politely decline Leo is standing by your side, taking the bag from your hand and swinging it over his shoulder.
“Fuck off, Tyler,” he hisses, pulling you into the maze and out of Tyler's sight.
“Who was that?” you ask and Leo tugs you with him a bit harsher.
“Tyler Brown, he just switched from- doesn't matter. He's an ass. If he ever tries to get close to you, I will rip his head off,” Leo tells you through gritted teeth.
“You're cute,” you lean up to kiss his cheek, before dropping some candy on the ground and keep on walking.
“But not cute enough so that you would let me fuck you on school property?”
“Not in the building during classes, no,” you smile.
“We're not in the building anymore,” Leo points out, and you take a left turn, smirking.
“No we are not.”
After running around for a short while you finally find a hidden corner that you don't think anyone will stumble into by accident.
“Still wanna fuck me?” You bite your lip while looking up at him. His bulge has been straining against his jeans for almost the whole day, and you can only imagine how painfully hard he must be.
“So you're okay with getting caught here?” he laughs, but pulls you closer. His hand finds the clasp between your legs and opens the body to roll it up over your stomach. “Maybe I'm not even gonna be mad that you won't sit on my face after this,” he mumbles into a kiss, his tongue gracing over your lips before you let him in. Your fingers open his belt and unbutton his jeans as if your life depends on it.
Giggling you pull away, tugging his jeans down and kneeling in front of him for a moment. “I'm sorry for making you wait,” you pout and kiss his hard cock a single time before standing back up.
“Do that again, and I'll come on your face,” he threatens, and you take the bait. Initially you only wanted to go back down to take your shoes off, so you can remove the tights and slip, but now he has you thinking about other things. As soon as you bend down again to pick up your slip, you take him into your mouth, delivering three deep strokes to his length and letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling out and stroking him.
“What are you gonna do to me now? Huh?” you give him a daring grin, and he pulls you up and spins you around. His hard cock is pressing against the soft flesh of your ass, and you can't help but wiggle your butt against him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he rasps, kicking your legs apart and forcing your back down. You stumble forward, face first against the stack of hay, but luckily it holds up.
“Oh yeah?” you taunt him, turning your head to look at him, his eyes are trained on his dick running through your slick folds, and if you weren't so occupied with staring at him, you would almost give into the tiny bit of pleasure that jolts through your body when his tip grazes your clit.
“You wanna fuck me or just stand there,” you huff and his eyes flicker up at you, and with a single hard thrust he's balls deep inside you. His hand clasping over your mouth before your surprised scream could leave you.
“I love you so much,” Leo grunts into your ear, his body bent over your own while his hips keep snapping against your ass and his balls hit your clit in a delicious pattern.
“Feels so good,” you huff quietly. Trying to stay quiet isn’t your strong suit, but you have to manage.
Leo stands back up, his hand on your lower back moves away, and you glance back at him. The hem of the sweater between his teeth while his eyes are focused on how perfectly your cunt is swallowing him whole. The picture of him like that will forever be embedded in your brain, and at that moment it triggered your release so hard that you almost bite your own arm to stay quiet. Clenching hard around him Leo completely loses his composure, his thrusts are getting sloppier and faster until he halts inside you, groaning loudly while pumping you full of his hot seed.
A guttural laugh erupts from you when he hugs you from behind for a moment before pulling out. “Way better than a quickie before school,” you pant, rubbing the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and hoping that you don't look too fucked out.
“You can't wear this and not let me fuck you over and over again,” he whispers in your ear and you nod.
“Noted. But we have to get back now.”
Leo lets go off you and you both can get dressed, you quickly pull your slip back on without taking your boots off again and clasping the body over it, hoping to not leak too much before you can find a restroom.
“Baby, wait,” Leo pulls you back before you can take another corner, and pulls a few pieces of hay from your hair.
“Please tell me I don't look like I just had sex,” you whisper, gazing up at him. Luckily, Leo doesn't have many issues there, he always looks pretty much the same unless you are in charge.
“Okay, you don't,” Leo smirks.
“So, it's a lie,” you purse your lips.
“You look hot, no one's gonna notice,” he whispers and kisses you sweetly.
summary: reader is in a secret relationship with Pope and likes to play with him when it's inconvenient for him so he has no choice but to visit her that same night
word count: 999
warnings: smut, sexual innuendos, hand job, p in v (unprotected), cum play, subby!Pope, dick riding, lowky soaking..., mention of shower sex
author's note: this one is for my girl stormy @th3eternalersi 💕💕💕 I got a little bit inspired by the song Tears by Sabrina Carpenter
You lean over the counter of the small shop, tits on full display for the boy in front of you. Your smile is sugar sweet, watching his Adam's apple bop while he tries to not stare too much, and you're sure he's having to do deal with a lot of constriction in his pants right now. "I need a hook. Like, a real good one. I'm trying to catch this beautiful beast. He's huge, really," you say and Pope's lip quivers, a droplet of sweat running down his temple. "We have a variety of hooks at the back," he points and you pout. "Could you show me?" He shakes his head before agreeing, bringing out a feathery "sure" followed by a hasty readjusting of his shorts. He walks in front of you, mostly to avoid staring at your ass that's looking way too delicious in those shorts. And although he's extremely flustered, he still helps you find what you really don't need at all, but you pay and leave him standing and wanting.
It's later that day when you hear the knock on your window and get up to open it. Pope looks distressed and needy. And once again he struggles with his words while his eyes are fixed on the baby tee that's stretched over your tits, showing off your belly piercing, as well as the tiny shorts on your hips that leave little to the imagination. "I, uh…" he stammers, and you giggle, tilting your head to the side and biting your bottom lip. You love the way his head goes completely blank when he's horny, so much so that he can't even properly communicate what he needs or wants. He becomes a puppet to his hunger. "Kitty got your tongue?" you ask, and he nods, so you pull him down and kiss him. Letting your hands roam over his body. Fingers trailing under his shirt and nails scratching over his soft skin. He's like putty in your hands. Pulling his shirt off when you tug on it. Dropping his pants as soon as your hand slides past his waist band. He watches you strip, sitting back on the bed, leaning against the headboard and simply enjoying the show. He doesn't even trust himself to stroke his own cock, too scared that he might finish just from that. "You're adorable, Pope," you sigh contently as you take your place on his thighs, his cock standing between you, glistening with precum. "You're so beautiful." His voice is shaky, and a deep groan breaks out of him when your hand wraps around his length. "Fuck, y/n!" "You're a good boy, you know that? A real gentleman. So polite and sweet. You can't imagine how crazy you make me," you whisper seductively, circling your thumb over his tip. "I want you to come for me. Can you do that?" He bites his lip and nods, his hands balling the sheets beneath him. It takes two strokes, and he's panting, watching you kitten-lick his cock and your hand clean of his cum. "You taste so delicious, Pope," you moan at the flavor that's hitting your tongue. He's struggling to not come again from the simplicity of your actions, thinking that he should not be turned on by such depravity, but deep down he knows it's no use. No matter what you do, he's always going to want you more for it.
Pope is completely enthralled by you. He cannot help himself when his hands come down on your hips to pull you closer. He cannot stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head when you slide down his length, and it's even worse that you keep whimpering, your body shaking at the intrusion, although you've done this so many times with him already. "Never gonna grow accustomed to that," you say more to yourself than to him, exhaling a shaky breath before you can manage to move again. Pope doesn't think he's that big, but he also doesn't really have anyone to compare to, having always avoided JJ when he tried to force him to compare. "You okay?" he asks and you kiss him. "You're too sweet for how many dirty things I do to you." It's then when you roll your hips for the first time that his fingers dig into your hips so harshly he might leave a few marks. Your tongue is exploring his mouth and Pope feels like he's in heaven. You fuck yourself on his cock, enjoying every single move you make and how his dick hits all the right spots, filling you out completely and taking your breath away. Riding him will always be your favorite. He acts so helpless under you too. Watching you get yourself off with his body, his own pleasure less important than your own. Never knowing where to put his hands unless you show him when you need him, so he lets them linger on your hips for a while, helping you find your rhythm before playing with your tits. And when your stamina falters he holds you close, planting his feet into the mattress and fucking up into you; his lips on your tits, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the soft flesh while your hands are holding onto the headboard for dear life. You tip his head up and kiss him when you're about to come, moaning into his mouth while your pussy clamps down around him, making him see stars as you milk him dry.
You stay like that for a while, his dick still nestled deep inside you and your body curled into him. Sweaty skin sticking to each other, like the mix of your cum to your thighs. "Needed this," you sigh contently, kissing his lips before getting up and leaving for the bathroom. And in the shower you jerk him off again, thanking him for being such a good boy for you. Those moments make the entire secret relationship thing worth it.
I'm not even joking about this. this pathetic excuse of a man brings up that I would make more money at a desk job and I wanna go slit my wrists. he makes me actively suicidal.
