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[glocer]

Telephone? — MANON . b

scene : your boyfriend calls you, but your ‘kinda’ busy, and manon makes sure he knows his girl is busy.

content warning : cheating , g!p manon , fem reader , manon is cocky , creampie , squirt , language , praise words , pet names.

author's note : stay hydrated guys 😌 . m.list

You were in a sticky situation at the moment, well your legs were sticky drooping with your cum mixed in with manon’s. You knew this was wrong, she was your boyfriend’s best friend. But he disrespected you in front of everyone tonight, making you leave the house party.

To get revenge you decided to sleep with his best friend, the friend who he grew up with from childhood. Doing this feels like betrayal to him. But Manon didn’t care, she had the prettiest chick, getting cracked by her.

Manon originally had a crush on you, but so did Jacob so she let Jacob take you out on her dream dates. She let him have the girl she wanted, kiss the girl she wanted, even slept with the girl she wanted. It wasn’t fair for her.

So now she had you where she wanted, she took deep thrusts into you. “Fuck you tight as hell pretty..” her hips pulled away before snapping forwards again. You whined, this was so wrong on so many levels but she felt so good.

You’d already cummed on her dick twice, and your third was already building up into a knot. “m..manon..” you muttered, she couldn’t hear you though — the background sounds of her clapping your cheeks.

“Shit baby..” she braced her hands on your waist and started thrusting into you. Your head dipped into the mattress, “manon.. m’close..” you finally started over you rambling.

“again? You already gonna cum for me right now..?” She leaned in her chest pressed in your back. “Hold it for me princess.. imma cum with you soon.. so be good for mama yea..?”

You nodded, Jacob never made you feel like this ever, he’d always pull out to cum on your thigh. He never had good enough stamina and never filled you up like how manon. You started to regret your choices of choosing him over her.

You clenched hard onto her dick holding it in as the good girl you know you are for her, as you gripped the sheets holding on for dear life your phone rang. If was located near were manon was standing, “your phone is ringing dear..” she looked at you and smirked as you completely ignored her words.

At this point your brain was all mushed up, you were so sensitive that your body was going in overdrive. “Imma answer it and give it to you yea..?..” she picked up your phone, it was Jacob calling you.

“Well well well this will be fun princess..” she clicked answer, and handed you the phone, you gripped it trying not to moan as manon found a new spot inside you to hit.

Jacob : “yn i’m sorry is was a stupid fucking plan and i fucked up badly.. please come back our apartment.. please..”

you : “i-im.. at a.. a friends house jacob.. i just want..” your breath went shakey, you were on the brim.

Jacob : “yn are you okay? You sound like you’re running a marathon..”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, but Manon noticed and pulls out before thrusting hardly back in. You let out a yelp into the phone.

Jacob : “yn? Are you there?”

You didn’t answer, you were absolutely gone.

Manon took the phone.

Jacob : “yn yn? Are you there? Whats that noise..?”

Manon : “sup cobby, your girl’s kinda busy right now..”

Jacob : “what? Manon what are you talking about..? — what’s going on with you and yn..?”

Manon : “she’s fine, i’m just making sure she’s alright..”

Jacob sighed : “okay i’ll call back tomorrow.. just take care of her for me..”

Manon : “of course Cobby, you’re my brother from another mother..” she hanged up throwing you phone back onto the desk.

“He’s so fucking stupid..” she continued thrusting, “i dunno what you saw in him pretty.” You looked up at her.. “..close..”

She nodded, “yea.. cum for me baby.. lemme see you squirt all over this dick.” And so you did so, your legs shook your hold pushing her completely out as well as her cum.

She sighed.

“Be my girlfriend..”

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[mzmal]

✶ . 𝐀𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 . 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𐦍

✶ ( 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 ! ) manon bannerman x fem reader ( 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 ! )

( series ) . !

when you face planted in front of THE manon you didn’t expect it to start her obsession over the ‘ robotics ’ loser, she’s not supposed to be obsessed over you out of all people — in general.

with one stupendous tweet, caused you your reputation amongst people — they didn’t see you as the ‘ innocent nerd ’ but as the kid with the biggest ‘ problem ’ on campus, with a rather innocent looking face. manon just couldn’t help herself, all she wanted to do was have a sneak peek.

whats the harm in that?

profilez [[ Kellogg’s. . & . . mean girls ]]

staring ! — manon . sophia . daniela . ( mean girls ) . yn. ect.

warning ! — this series may contain blood graphic content. ( if you don’t wanna read click off now )

an — non of this relects real life, this is PART of my own imagination that i’d thought to bring to life, thanks for taking your time to be here. [ with a lil inspo from @//puppykatz ]

. yelp . ﹏ chapter — loading …

01. Aww dude that SUCKS .

02. my nAmE is buGs

03. cute.

04. nobody gets to know abt this, got that?

05. Smp ( not really )

06. Okay wat

07. oh hell naw

08. you care?

09. DAMN

10. Guess

11. Discharged

12. HANG out?

13. where were u bro?

PAUSED — series done.

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. all credits to mwah - mzmal . m.list

ps . this was actually supposed to come out like last week — but ive been so busy.

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[loccki]

Star fucked dazed — Manon Bannerman

— #Synopsis :: You hate manon, she stays toxic. But your favourite candy is toxic waste. | Masterlist

— #Paring :: g!p manon x fem reader

— #Warning :: heavy smut, creampie, manon with a breeding kink, reader secretly loves it, deadbeat/jerk manon! 😛

— #A/n :: Okay i tried my best yall — from this request

The chipped marble floors of Blackwood Manor echoed with the hollow click-clack of Manon Bannerman’s bootheels.

Rain lashed against the tall, grimy windows of the grand foyer, the storm mirroring the tempest that always seemed to swirl around her.

She shrugged off a leather duster slick with rain, tossing it carelessly onto a Louis XIV chair that had seen far better centuries. Her silver-white hair, plastered to her sharp cheekbones by the downpour, gleamed like tarnished moonlight.

Those unnerving pale eyes, cold as glacier melt, scanned the shadowed hall and landed on you like a predator sighting prey.

You were dusting the already pristine banister – busywork, really. Just an excuse to be near the door when she inevitably blew back in.

Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird.

Three weeks.

Three weeks of silence after she’d pinned you against the wine cellar door, hiked up your skirt, and fucked you raw before vanishing again, leaving you sore, sticky with her spend, and aching with a shameful emptiness.

“Still playing housemaid in this mausoleum?” Manon’s voice was a low drawl, honey poured over shattered glass.

She stalked closer, the scent of rain, expensive leather, and her unique, dangerous musk – ozone and bourbon – filling the space between you.

Her gaze raked over your simple dress, lingering with open disdain before dropping lower, fixing on the pronounced bulge straining against the fly of her skin-tight black jeans. It was impossible to ignore, a heavy weight outlined obscenely in the dim light. “Shouldn’t you be off knitting booties for orphans or some shit?”

You flinched, gripping the dust rag like a lifeline. “Just… keeping things tidy, Miss Bannerman.” The formality felt absurd, given what she’d done to you in every room of this decaying palace.

She barked a sharp, humorless laugh. “Miss Bannerman? Fuck’s sake. We both know you think of me as ‘that bitch who ruins me and leaves.’” She closed the distance in two strides. Before you could react, her calloused hand was under your chin, tilting your face up with bruising force. Her thumb scraped over your bottom lip.

“And we both know you love it.” Her other hand dropped, palming herself through the denim, making the thick outline even more defined.

You couldn’t help the gasp, the treacherous heat flooding your core. “Love this monster. Love takin’ it rough. Love the idea of me breedin’ you like a prize mare, even though you know damn well I’d forget your name the second I walked out that door.”

Her words were whips, flaying your pride. Yet, they found their mark deep in that secret, twisted part of you that craved her neglect as much as her possession.

The part that throbbed at the thought of her seed taking root, of your body irrevocably marked by her toxin.

With no warning, Manon spun you around and slammed your front into the cold marble of a massive console table. Ancient porcelain figurines rattled.

The breath whooshed out of you. Her body pressed flush against your back, hard muscle and that insistent ridge digging into your ass. One hand tangled viciously in your hair, yanking your head back. The other shoved your skirt up around your waist. Cool air hit your bare thighs – you hadn't bothered with stockings.

A low growl vibrated against your ear. “No panties? Hopeful little slut.” Her fingers slid down, finding you already slick and swollen.

She pushed two thick fingers inside without preamble, crooking them brutally. “Soakin’ wet for your deadbeat bitch. Christ, you’re pathetic.”

She withdrew her fingers, slick with your arousal, and you heard the rasp of her zipper.

Then came the thick, wet sound of her spitting into her palm. The broad, hot head of her cock nudged against your drenched entrance. “Gonna fill this greedy cunt,” she hissed. “Gonna pump you so full my seed’s drippin’ out for days.”

No tenderness.

No preparation beyond her spit and your slickness.

She slammed home.

You cried out, the sound muffled against the cold marble. The stretch was immense, breathtaking, a searing fullness that stole your breath before melting into a deep, aching pressure as she buried herself to the root in one vicious thrust.

She didn’t pause.

Her hips snapped back and then drove forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked your whole body against the unyielding table.

Each deep plunge forced choked sobs from your throat, each withdrawal dragged agonizingly against your inner walls before she speared you again.

Her hand fisted tighter in your hair, holding you pinned. Her other arm banded across your waist like iron, keeping you arched and impaled.

“Feel it?” she grunted, her breath hot and ragged on your neck.

She pistoned into you, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the high ceilings like a perverse applause.

“Feel how deep I own you?” She shifted her angle slightly, grinding her pelvis hard against your ass on every downstroke, ensuring the thick base of her cock ground against your clit with bruising pressure.

“Gonna make sure it catches this time. Gonna see this flat belly swell with my brat.” The degrading promise, the sheer animalistic claim in her words, coiled the tension inside you impossibly tight.

Your vision blurred at the edges.

You felt every inch of her – the pulsing heat, the prominent veins, the brutal stretch as she fucked you with ruthless efficiency.

The scent of rain, old dust, expensive perfume gone slightly rancid on her skin, and the heady musk of sex filled your senses.

Your climax built like a wildfire, fanned by her dominance and your own shameful craving.

It detonated when she snarled “Come on it, take my seed!” and hammered into that deep, vulnerable spot with relentless force.

You shattered with a scream torn from deep inside, your cunt clamping down in fierce, rippling spasms around her invading thickness.

Feeling your desperate convulsions milk her, Manon roared – a guttural sound of pure feral triumph.

Her rhythm broke into frantic, shallow jerks as she buried herself impossibly deep and held there, grinding. You felt the hot, thick pulse deep inside you as she came – not a gentle release, but a violent eruption.

Jet after jet of her potent seed flooded your core, scalding hot and impossibly deep. She groaned, long and low, grinding her hips in tight circles to ensure every drop was deposited against your womb.

“There,” she rasped, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Take it all. Let it root deep.”

As the last tremors subsided, she pulled out abruptly with a slick, obscene sound. A gush of warm wetness followed immediately, trickling down your inner thighs onto the marble floor.

She didn’t offer support.

Didn’t speak.

You heard the rustle of denim as she zipped herself back up. You slumped forward over the table, trembling violently, tears streaming silently down your face now that she couldn't see them.

Manon stepped back, adjusting her clothes with infuriating casualness. She pulled a sleek wallet from her back pocket and extracted a thick wad of cash.

Without looking at you, she tossed it onto the table beside your head. It landed with a soft thud next to a displaced porcelain shepherdess.

“Get that mess cleaned up,” she said flatly, gesturing vaguely at the floor beneath you where her spend was already pooling.

“And order some more of that awful bourbon I hate.” She strode towards the sweeping staircase, boots ringing on the marble again. Only at the foot.

@loccki

[br4tzz]

“ON YOU”

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ₊ ᰔ ˎˊ˗ | your girlfriend had been booked & busy since the ep release, it was evident that it was taking a slight toll on her. so, you decided to treat her.

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈₊ ᰔ ˎˊ˗ | g!p manon, blowjob, just pure freakiness?? very unchecked..oops?

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 ₊ ᰔ ˎˊ˗ | me next!!

“baby!?” manon entered your shared home, it was unusually quiet, the lights were off & dimmed with candles. a trail of rose petals led to the bedroom.

she opened the door slowly, confused.

you sat so pretty in your pink lacy lingerie, nipples peaking through it. your acrylics drag against your skin, eyes staring at manon with neediness.

her eyes wonder on your body, tongue wetting her lips.

“fuck. ma.” her voice quieter than what she intended, the dent in her jeans growing.

now you were in front of the girl— on your knees, unbuckling her belt. her bottoms pool at her feet, that sight alone could make her cum.

manon’s tip already leaked with precum, her cheeks were flushed, eyes begging for you to suck her off.

you swirl your tongue around the puffy tip, slowly taking her in your mouth, hips buckling at feeling, her breathing became staggered.

the swiss girl was impatient, bundling up your hair into a ponytail. almost breaking your jaw open, you took her in completely. your nose hitting the base, you gagged slightly— which didn’t satisfy manon enough.

she thrusted her hips, stuffing her dick deeper. spit dribbled onto your tits, making them glisten a bit.

“shit, letting me fuck this pretty mouth”

you hum in response, sending vibrations all through her cock. her knee bucked at sensation.

every sound you made echoed off the walls, filling the space in between. she leaned back against the wall, the soft sounds she made growing louder as she quivered.

the fat cock twitched in your mouth, layers of sweat coated her body. your tongue tracing the veins along her shaft, cupping her balls, catering to them with soft touch.

“fuck- i’m close, gonna let me cum on your gorgeous face?” she panted lightly. you couldn’t speak, only giving a weak nod.

once again grabbing your hair, pulling out, a trail of saliva followed. her dick was soaked with spit, manon jerked as you sat tongue flat out, desperate for her load.

a wave of heat rushing through her body, legs shook as she released. her chest rising and falling quickly, cum bursted out rapidly.

you face now painted with your flustered girlfriend’s semen. manon gave a look to “swallow” what glazed your tongue, you wiped the sides of mouth purring at the taste of the salty but sweet fluid. 

“let’s get you cleaned” she grabbed your hand pulling you up.

“i wanna fuck you, with this set on”

oh baby stealing is bad, created by br4tzz