‼️⚠️ okay quick CWs because I doubt I’ll be able to put all of them in the tags: Disturbing Imagery, Scopophobia, Body Horror and Blood/Ichor okie ty ⚠️‼️
HEHEHEHEHEH I turned my blorbos/fav characters into DW Toons :3
“Star you did this already like a year ago-“ shHhHhhHh- I wanted to redo their refs and include Sam and post-redemption Buddy /silly
“Star you should be more productive with your AU-“ sHhhHhHhhH look one of the doodles is related to it-
CW: (tommy milner, teasing, degrading, mocking praise, slight public?, car sex, pussy spanking, flashing, smut, pinv, dom-sub, established relationship, reader is a bimbo and cheerleader, angry sex, very little plot to the porn, and I am aware that I messed up some of the rules of baseball but that's not what you're here for)
Word count: 2.1k
Day six of ani's austin abrams week
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @b0ssyboots!!! Here's your present!!!
It was warm out, the light kick of dust in the air after homerun and homerun that Tommy had gotten. You, on the other hand, were off on the side lines, wearing the cute little cheer skirt and sweater in the team colors of yellow and green. Shaking the pom-poms, and letting out little cheers with your small cheer squad.
It was a home versus visiting game, a big one too. A game on whether or not Tommy's team would make it to state. Sure, maybe it was a little bit of a bad idea, but it sounded so much fun to tease him.
Tommy's eyes caught yours, sending a charming smile your way as he made it up to home plate with his favorite bat. The same one you've seen him beat Harold the scarecrow with. The same you've seen him threaten kids with. That bat has been around.
As he positioned his bat and stance, Tommy caught a glimpse under your cheer skirt as you bent down to grab a small cup of water. His heart raced as he didn't see the familiar green bloomers, but your pink panties with ‘Tommy's prize’ embroidered across the ass.
His hands got clammy around the bat, and his capris grew tighter as his eyes were fixated on your ass. Now he knew why you asked his mother for embroidery lessons.
With a small glance over your shoulder, you sent Tommy a little smile and wiggled your hips a tiny bit. Tommy gulped, his grip tight and damn near splintering on the wooden handle of his beloved bat. A jump racked through his body when he heard the familiar clap of a ball hitting a glove under him, before the umpire called out “strike one!”
Oh shit.
Tommy quickly tried to regain his bearings, fixing his hold on the bat and looking towards the pitcher. With a soft huff, Tommy prepared himself to get another hit.
He almost let out a choked noise when he heard your cheer. Custom and personal just for him.
“Go Tommy! You can do it! You love doin' it!”
“Yeah, Tommy! You love to do it!” One of the opposite team members called out, obviously enjoying Tommy's fumbling of the game.
Tommy's cheeks darkened with embarrassment, sending you a glare. Anger was sent through him like frigid water when he heard the ball hitting the mitt followed by “strike two!”
Your teasing grin faltered when he sent you a glare, obviously pissed off for real. You tried to stick with the smaller cheers of just “you guys can do it!” Since that's what the team had originally planned. And not your little rouge plan of cheers for Tommy.
After the third throw, the loud snap and crackle of Tommy's bat hitting the ball echoed loudly, all of his anger released in that homerun hit. Tommy's glare was on you the entire time he ran around the base plates and back to home plate. If it wasn't apparent, Tommy did not appreciate the teasing.
Tommy's glare was heated the entire time it was on you. Even as he celebrated the win with his friends and team.
Tommy walked over to you after the small celebration, his hand reaching out to grip your chin as he glared at you with a calculating stare. Practically testing you.
“‘m takin' you to our spot tonight. No arguments.” Tommy mumbled, pretty much daring you to deny him.
You gave him an innocent little smile, “Of course. I dunno what I did though.”
“Don't act so fuckin' stupid. You know what you did.”
You were in for a world of trouble later tonight.
~
“You think you can jus' tease me like that? Try to make me lose the second most important game of the fuckin' season? Jus' because you're a little slut?” Tommy spat, a tight grip on your neck, a raised hand, driving it back down between your legs against your pussy with a loud ‘smack!’
A muffled moan and pained cry left your lips, tears trickling down your burning cheeks. The pain mixed with the pleasure was dizzying in the best way possible. The degrading comments from him. The spanks on your cunt. The way you drooled on the hood of his car while he bent you over it.
You really were a slut for him.
This is exactly what you wanted. To be dumbed down into a puddle of pure mush of pleasure. To be at his mercy. To be his little bitch.
“Huh?! Answer me!” Tommy spat, giving your ass a firm spank, making your hips buck and pussy steadily leak arousal onto the cool metal of the car.
You let out a cried little gasp when he shoved two fingers deep into your cunt, curling them up right against your g-spot. “I-i wanted to make you angry!”
Your words were wobbly, and so were your legs, eyes rolling back into your head while he roughly finger fucked you. Moans and whines tumbled from your throat, thoroughly enjoying his rough touch, pad of his thumb circling over your swollen clit.
Tommy let out a soft scoff, light brown locks hanging in front of his eyes, glared narrowed down at your back and bare ass. “God. You're such a little fuckin' slut, babe. Look at you. This cunt is swallowin’ my fingers. Practically suckin’ them in.”
His grip on your throat tightened a little while he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “You're makin' a mess all over my car too, baby. Better not make a single scratch, or I'll make you repaint the whole damn thing.”
The teen gave your ear a small nip, fingers digging into the side of your neck. A small threat that he could be so much worse if he wanted to.
You could feel his glare, well you kinda could. The feeling of his fingers ruthlessly thrusting in and out of your tight snatch was a little bit distracting to be honest. You were fucked out already, the smacks on your pussy and clit had already drove you to one orgasm before he even put his fingers in you.
Little embarrassing that he had that much of an effect on you.
“You love it. You love being my little toy of affection, don't you baby?” Tommy mocked, his grey eyes dancing over your writhing form with a smug look while he pulled away from your ear.
All you could muster was a dumb little nod of your head, a muffled, whiney “mh-hmm” with it. You probably won't be able to walk straight after this.
Wouldn't be the first time you had to hobble around after a night with Tommy.
Tommy gritted his teeth, pressing your cheek against the cool metal of the brand-new Pontiac Catalina. It was his pride and joy. Right after you of course. But god he fucking loved this car, and he wouldn't hesitate to spank your ass raw if you got a scratch on it, and maybe– just maybe. He'd kiss your ass better after you either repaint the damn car yourself, or pay for it.
Gripping your wrists, Tommy held them in one hand, pinning them against your lower back and undoing his belt with the other hand. “You ready for my cock, slut?”
“Y-yes.” you drawled out between drool, eyes fluttering shut while you listened to the distinct sounds of his belt getting undone and the hiss of his fly being pulled down.
The boy let out a low groan, positioning his cockhead at your drippy entrance. Slowly, at first, Tommy sunk into your warm heat, hips stuttering a little at the feel of your fluttering, hot walls clenching him, trying to suck him in. Bottom lip tightly caught between his teeth, Tommy bottomed out with one thrust, burying himself at the hilt and grunting at your tight warmth.
You let out a mewl of his name, broken on your tongue while your back arched involuntarily. As he set a rough and fast pace of his hips, you whined and moaned freely. The sounds echoing loudly in the privacy of the woods.
It was one of your favorite spots with him. A spot just for the two of you. Romantic in a sense, but not right now. The only thing in the air was pure, unadulterated lust and anger. Usually, it was a romantic feeling that settled in the air. Maybe the occasional little picnic planned by you, that Tommy quickly turned into sex on the pink and white gingham blanket of yours.
It was now the designated picnic and sex blanket, usually kept in his car for emergencies.
“Fuck. This slutty little cunt is so fuckin' tight.” Tommy hissed, hips bucking while his balls slapped against your pussy.
Soft ’plaps’ and wet ‘squelches’ filled the air, along with your wanton moans and Tommy's groans. It was the music of sex, his arousal and yours mixing together in a motley scent that made the two of your heads spin.
His nails dug into the soft skin of your wrists, other hand braced on the hood as he fucked you to oblivion. Small grunts and groans of your name left his lips, making your clench around him due to just how fucking erotic it sounded to hear him moaning your name.
You could feel his cock hitting all of those special spots inside that made you see stars, eyes rolling into the back of your head with each ruthless buck of his hips. Tommy was never usually this rough. He was never quite soft either. Unless you asked sweetly.
“Mh. Goddamn, baby!” Tommy hissed, gripping your hip as his cock practically impaled you with each rough thrust and buck of his hips against your ass.
“T-Tommy!” you cried, face scrunching with pure euphoria as you jostled with each and every single one of Tommy's amazingly hard thrusts.
His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly, his hips slamming into your ass. It all made you tremble, those orgasmic trembles only Tommy could rack out of you. It always made him so smug when your thighs would shake uncontrollably when he would go down on you.
‘damn, sweet girl. You're practically tryin' to pop my head…’
Tommy always loved to borderline ruin you before, during, and after sex. It was always a rush for Tommy to get blessed with the sight of you trembling, sweaty, and fucked out just from him.
You let out a sweet little gasp, eyes rolling back when you felt the coil tighten until it was almost unbearable, creaming around his cock as it slammed into your g-spot one last time.
Tommy threw his head back, exposing his neck to the cool night air as his balls started to draw up against himself, trying to warn him of the orgasm that approached.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, mouth parting in a silent gasp as his cock spurted white ribbons into your waiting cunt. Tommy could feel your gummy walls clenching his cock rhythmically, trying to milk him for all his worth.
A low groan slipped past his lips, dick softening in your snatch and slipping out, smacking against his balls. Tommy slowly released your wrists, letting them fall back to your sides against his car.
You panted softly, trying to come down from the intense high of all the orgasms Tommy gave you. A low, protested whine left your parted, spit coated lips as you missed the warmth of his cock plugging your cunt up full of his cum.
Tommy gave your hip a little squeeze before he pulled away completely, tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping his jeans back up. Swiping a finger through your cunt lips, he gathered his cum before pulling your head up and shoving his spunk covered finger in your mouth.
You moaned around his finger, savoring the slight tang of yourself on his finger, mixing with the slight bitterness of his cum. Swirling your tongue around his index finger, Tommy watched with an amused glint in his eye. Before pulling his hand away, and wiping your clear spit off on your shirt.
You laid limply, trying to regulate your own breathing as you drooled out a small little puddle of spittle and now a little mix of your and Tommy's fluids that were combined between your legs.
You were thoroughly fucked out now, and probably won't be able to fully function tomorrow.
Giving one last little slap to your ass, Tommy let out a soft sigh, “Now you've learned your lesson, babe. Do not tease Tommy fuckin' Milner if you want to walk tomorrow.”
steinbrandt in 2024?? more likely than you'd think
okay uhhh
hi
i doubt anyone will see this but my friend told me to post my fic on here >_<
it's a steinbrandt (or chuggie, idk. chuck x auggie) hanahaki fic from auggie's pov! though it's probably very out of character bc it's heavily induced by hcs... EITHER WAY--
it's still in its very early stages, and there's slow updates but i'm trying lol
so if anybody sees this and wants to look at it, i'll link it ^_^ (also sorry idk how to make posts like these </3 if you have any tips for anything at all please lmk <3)
(ps: the fic is in better grammar, i only type like this when talking or wtv lol)
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