She Is Stronger Than Me I Would Have Thrown It To The Atlantic Ocean When She Went To The Dressing Room

AHHHHHH!

Fucking love this shit

*a smidge of dark theme???

Luke doesn't eat pussy

He fucking devours it. I'm talkin' Sloppy make outs with your clit while three or four of his large, now sopping, fingers obliterate your hole. I'm talkin' his thick, strong, veiny ass arms anchoring you to his mouth as he basically tries to shove his tongue inside you as deep as he can, moaning and whimpering unabashedly into your pussy the whole time. If pussy juice ain't running down his neck he hasn't done his job. ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

Hold on to your goddamn horses,sheets, fucking whatever cause you're not getting away bitch. If you meet his eyes from somewhere across camp and he has that shit eating smirk fucking run. Although it is pointless in the end because Luke is a child of Hermes and he will always catch you.

He'll drag you to a mostly secluded area and get to work(I'm convinced he would finger bang you until his arm/hand gave out). Swatting at your efforts to push and squirm away once you're well past overwhelmed. Of course he's going to talk you through the whole thing (coo at how dumb you get for him, how you know you wanted this,how you couldn't stop him even if you wanted to)

Y'all I'm down so bad I'm actually attempting to write shit... What's happening 😭

Me anytime a new Wally fic is posted.

ugh so true

I will do anything for my boy Wally and that is a fact.

I need to see this shit in HD (gif from @mttztrading)

ahhh yes, just what I need at 3am

⋆·˚ ༘ * they nicknamed her ‘the bolter’

warnings: the ending is rushed, I ran out of inspo 😭

pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hades

connor stoll was notorious for torturing campers and pulling silly pranks. unfortunately you were one of the many campers that he had bothered by his stunts

it started back when you first got to camp and you were assigned to cabin eleven since you had been unclaimed. a peaceful evening, book open in your hands and the room was silent- rare for this cabin specially, but most campers had been at the campfire. you didn’t go along because it would have been awkward to sit by yourself so you stayed back, the silence was much needed anyways

things were never silent at camp half-blood though. the moment you were enjoying was interrupted by the younger stoll standing beside your bed (staring into your soul may I add)

you close your book and look up at him “do you need something?”

he stays silent, cheeks turning red by the second. the next you know his lips are on yours, this kids a total creep! when he pulls away he gives you one last glance before bolting out of the cabin

what the hell was that? you still don’t know to this day. but he hasn’t mentioned it since it happened so you decide not to bring it up

that was the first time he pulled a stunt on you, and after that it was relentless. however the pranks he would pull would always be much less intense than the ones you had seen around, simple things.

your book wouldn’t be in the same place you left it, notes pretending you had a stalker (you knew his handwriting though, he doesn’t fool you here), scaring you everytime you left the cabin, you once even woke up with a pile of dirt under your blanket, but that was nothing compared to the misery he would put everyone else in. so why does he go easy on you?

you wanted to talk to him for once, maybe have an interaction where you weren’t being pranked, that was the only time he spoke to you, never anytime else. why? you don’t know! this idiot won’t talk to you!

you got claimed months later by hades and moved out of cabin eleven to thirteen. after that you talked to him even less, occasionally you would sit at hermes table to have small conversations with him but you never got much words out of him unless it was a stutter or a simple ‘yes or ‘no’

today you were blessed with the opportunity to be the victim of his next prank. walking out of your cabin you got a bucket of black paint poured on you, you swear all your lives flashed before your eyes

you stand shocked, attempting to wipe the paint out from your eyes and when you opened them you see a half blurry connor in front of you

“I hate you” you hissed

connor’s frowns, a hint of guilt in his eyes. he hands you a towel before bolting yet again, he seems to do this every time, always leaving you after a prank

you pout and fight the tears begging to leave your eyes. you walk back in your cabin and clean off, three showers it took to remove the dark color. when you were finished you went to tonight’s campfire. you spot connor sitting alone and you take a seat beside him

“I’m sorry” he mutters “I’m really sorry”

you sigh “why did you do it?”

“It was on a dare, the kiss, travis made me. it slipped out that I liked you and he wouldn’t let it go. then he told me that the only way to get your attention and I don’t know, I thought it would work. I’ve never dated anyone before, I’ve never even liked anyone else before so I just followed whatever he said. I hated pulling those pranks on you, all of them, even if it was nothing, I don’t like seeing you upset, especially when I’m the reason for it. I really like you though, like really like you, and I want you to know that. It’s okay if you hate me, I would hate me too, I’m not trying to make you pity me, I just want you to know that I love you and you deserved an explanation”

“connor”

he looks up at you for the first time tonight, and you prepare yourself for your next action. you take the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss- this time not on a dare, and you cherish every moment of it. perhaps the pranks had been worth it

I finally found my freak omg guys (I’m talking to myself btw)

Freaky Ahhhh Headcanons

Wally Clark x AFAB!Reader

Warings: This is just pure smut. Oral (both giving and receiving) Overstimulation. Face sitting. Public Exhibition. Slight Dacryphilia. Kinda Rough. I think that's it.

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This man is a Freak with a capital F. Jaw dropping, eyes rolling back, sheet grabbing, pantie dropping, pussy dripping freak. 

Munch Munch Munch, idc if it's an outdated term it’s the only way i can describe him. He’d have you on your back or stomach for hours while he lays between your legs. He won't stop until you’re begging and crying for mercy. (I need a lobotomy)

With that being said he would beg you to sit on his face. He doesn't care how light or heavy you are, he needs your full weight pressed against him while he eats you out from below. He’d make a complete mess of you. Have you doubled over, body limp as you try to pull your hips away only for him to pull you back down begging to make you cum just one more time. 

He’s a romantic but the poor guys been dead for 40 years and there aren't a lot of options in the school so forgive him if he's a little selfish at first. He’d absolutely destroy you, a rough brutal pace while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. 

On that note he's very vocal. Loves telling you how beautiful you are especially when you’re on your knees for him. “Fuck baby, you look so beautiful taking me down your throat like that.” Said as he wipes away the tears gently running down your face. (Again SOMEBODY SEDATE ME)  

After your first time together he wouldn't know how to keep his hands off you. The memory of you beneath him constantly playing on repeat in his mind. 

He loves the idea of showing you off and since the living cant see either of you he uses it to his advantage. He will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Over a desk in the middle of an active class? Why the hell not? In the pool while the swim teams practicing? He's diving right in. Teachers lounge while the sad sacks sit around drinking coffee? Absolutely. 

Lets not forget about the resets. The body never changes aka infinite energy. Round after round after round. 

(Okay I’m done. I wrote this at work so sorry if it's shitty. Honestly I think I'm losing my mind. Like actually clinically insane. I think it’s time I call my therapist. Happy valentines day 😚 💞)

omg a walk to remember?

Valentine's Day Headcanons

Wally Clark x Reader

Warnings: Slight ep.5 spoiler but not really, its the brief mention of a scene but not actually what happens. fluff

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This man would go all out for valentines day… well as out as he can while trapped in the school. 

I'm talking spending hours making a bouquet of paper flowers for you. Technically he could probably get some from the greenhouse but that's not as romantic as making them himself. 

Most of your gifts will be stolen from living students on valentines day. Okay just about all of them but still he makes it seem romantic.

Movie night, huge stuffed bear, and a shit ton of chocolate. It’s a perfect night. You don’t like chocolate? Don’t worry he's got eyes everywhere watching for someone to walk in with something that you like. Technically it's just him and Charly but he makes it seem all dramatic like he’s got every ghost looking out. 

Sweet little makeout session in the greenhouse while you ask him why he didn’t just get you normal flowers. He’d shut you up with another kiss because he ain’t got time for all your questions when he's trying to get freaky.  (Ignore me i'm losing my mind after the pool scene) 

I’ve said it once and I'll say it again, cuddles cuddles CUDDLES. He doesn't care when or where he always just wants to wrap you in his arms and smother you with love. Sweet gentle kisses and whispers of praise. (SOMEBODY SEDATE ME) 

You’d force him to watch A Walk to Remember and he’d cry like a baby. “And they say romance is dead.” Said through pitiful sobs. 

He’d make you slow dance with him. I mean SLOOOOOW. Like staring into your soul with the biggest smile imaginable while you two hold onto each other and barely move. More sweet kisses and gentle words as he rocks you back and forth. 

(Okay thats all. I swear I'm working on Sex, Drugs, Etc. I just needed a break from all the sadness. Anyways imma go convince my friend to be my valentine because he has no free will in our friendship. Hope you enjoy my descent into madness. 😀)

touching some grass after 5 full hours of reading fanfiction…..

PART 3 PLEASE I PAY MONEY FOR ITTTTT

# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× While training in Barcelona for the international tournament representing Miyagi-Do, you deal with the pressure of stepping in for your father, Johnny Lawrence, who returned to the Valley after Carmen was hospitalized. Struggling with anxiety and worries, you find unexpected support in Wolf, the sensei of the Iron Dragons.

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PART ONE !

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The next morning, the sun timidly shone through the hotel windows, and the muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway indicated that the training day had already begun. You had gotten up earlier than usual, feeling the accumulated pressure on your shoulders. But as you walked through the door of the dining hall, you saw Robby sitting alone at a table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

He had his head down, staring at the food as if it were the only thing he could focus on at that moment. That made you smile with a touch of fondness. Robby always had this focused demeanor, taking things seriously yet with a lightness that made him seem older than he really was. You approached and, with a slightly tired smile, sat down at the table.

"Good morning, captain," you said, trying to mask the weight on your shoulders.

Robby looked up, the corners of his lips curving slightly into a smile. "Good morning," he replied, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to study you in a way that made you feel he knew exactly what was going on in your head. "Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of juice, and as you drank, you searched for a way to respond without sounding like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. "Not really. Too much on my mind, you know? I can’t switch off."

Robby, ever observant, didn’t need more words to understand what you meant. He raised an eyebrow, curious but not pressuring you to say more than you wanted to. "Still thinking about Carmen?" he asked, with a softness only he seemed to possess.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the table, your eyes scanning the breakfast spread in front of you. "Yeah... And the tournament, too."

Robby leaned back in his chair, reflecting for a moment before flashing a sympathetic smile. "Look, you're the most determined person I know. If anyone can handle all of this, it’s you. And even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you’ve got everything under control."

A small smile crept onto your face, appreciating how Robby always managed to calm you down without even trying. He had this calm and steady presence that made you feel a bit more grounded amid the storm. "Thanks. I know you’re right, but sometimes I just wish everything would fall into place already."

Robby gave you a warm smile, the kind only he could give. He always had this tranquil energy, a presence that seemed to dissipate any clouds of doubt.

Before heading to practice, Robby gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, joking as he always did. "And remember, when I win the tournament, you owe me that snack you promised, okay?"

You laughed, amused by how he always stayed optimistic even when the world seemed upside down.

"Oh, if you win, Robby, I’ll promise you a whole dinner," you replied with a genuine smile.

He made a dramatic gesture, as if already preparing for his prize. "Deal. I’ll hold you to that when the time comes."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

"So, what are you doing today?" Wolf asked, approaching you after the end of the competitions. The question came out casually, but there was something in his voice—a lightness you couldn’t ignore. It was as if he wanted to escape the pressure of the day, maybe in a way only he knew how.

You paused, hesitating for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you were trying to stay calm, but your mind was a whirlwind. The training, the competition results, the expectations... everything seemed to be piling up in your chest. Yet, somehow, you felt like you could trust Wolf enough to vent, even just a little.

"I’m thinking about training a bit more. But also... maybe I’ll take a walk around the city. I need some time to sort things out," you said, not looking at him directly, but hoping he would understand what you meant without you having to explain everything.

Wolf stayed silent for a few seconds, watching you in a way that seemed to analyze more than just your words. Then, unhurriedly, he gave a faint smile—a mix of understanding and something else.

"I’d say you might need some company," he replied, his voice calm, with a playful tone. But it was a genuine offer, as if he truly wanted to be there.

You looked at him, and somehow, you didn’t need to think much about accepting. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the idea of being with him—even in silence—good company.

"Do you think you’re up for the job?" you asked with a subtle, almost teasing smile but without malice. Before waiting for a response, you were already turning to leave the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing on the empty floor.

Wolf smiled back, his gaze softer, as if he was amused by your challenge but not pushing it. "The job’s mine, if you give me the chance to prove it."

As you walked away, a feeling of something new and unexpected began to grow inside you. Something you couldn’t fully understand yet but that, somehow, felt like exactly what you needed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

After hours of intense training with Miyagi-Do, you found yourself alone in the gym, immersed in the rhythmic sound of your punches and kicks against the punching bag. The steady noise echoed through the empty room, almost hypnotic, as your muscles worked tirelessly. Each movement flowed with precision, and for a few moments, it felt like the world around you disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the challenge in those strikes—a relief from the thoughts piling up in your mind, helping you feel more centered with every hit.

Wolf's presence, however, was like a shadow—unexpected and silent. His voice cut through the room's stillness, interrupting your flow of concentration.

"Alone again, huh?" His unmistakable voice carried a casual tone, as if it were a gentle tease.

You paused for a second, feeling the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat generated by your training. Turning around, you saw him leaning against the doorframe, wearing his usual lazy smile. But his eyes were sharper, observing your movements with an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"If you're going to keep following me, at least bring me some coffee," you joked, trying to hide a smile when you realized he seemed more present there than he should have been.

He chuckled softly, almost as if amused, before crossing the space like it was the most natural thing in the world. His steps were unhurried, and his gaze stayed fixed on you, analyzing every detail of your demeanor.

"You're demanding, you know that?" he commented, coming closer, his voice husky and tinged with something you couldn’t fully decipher.

"Just fair," you replied without breaking eye contact before resuming your practice. Your body followed a sequence you'd repeated countless times, almost second nature by now. Even so, you knew you were testing yourself, pushing your limits because that was part of who you were: the challenge.

Wolf stood still, watching you for a few moments. The silence between you was palpable but not uncomfortable. He was studying your every move, every curve of your motion, as if trying to figure out what drove you to push yourself with such determination. His gaze carried weight, a magnetism that made the atmosphere around you feel heavier. It was impossible to ignore.

"What?" you finally asked, unable to suppress your curiosity.

"I'm just trying to understand you," he said, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You have this... way of making everything look easy, even when you're pushing yourself to the limit."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks but kept your focus. You couldn’t give in to the tension of the moment, even if part of you wanted to.

"Maybe it's because I don’t get distracted so easily," you countered, your voice carrying a subtle challenge.

"That sounded like a provocation," he murmured, stepping closer until he was almost within your reach. His proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from him seemed to fill the small distance between you.

Before you could respond or even process what was happening, Wolf leaned in slightly. It was quick, almost as if he anticipated your resistance, but not enough to stop him. His lips met yours in a soft, brief kiss, filled with intensity.

You froze for a second, too surprised to react. The touch was gentle but carried a purpose, an intent that made your heart race. He pulled back before you could reciprocate, his dark eyes meeting yours, assessing your reaction.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out hesitant.

"Testing a theory," he replied, the grin on his face now more daring, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I just wanted to see if you really don’t get distracted that easily."

Your heart was conflicted, and the hesitation in the seconds that followed felt like an eternity. But deep down, something in you was yielding. You didn’t know if it was the moment, the intensity, or simply Wolf and the way he seemed to turn your world upside down.

"Come on, there’s a place I want to show you," he said, his voice softer now, contrasting with his earlier playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in an attempt to maintain an irritated facade, though curiosity was already growing inside you.

"This again?" you asked, trying to suppress a smile. The last time he made such an offer, the night had turned out to be far more interesting than you'd expected.

He only smiled—that slightly crooked smile that seemed to carry a world of secrets and promises. It was annoyingly charming, as if he already knew you wouldn’t resist but was willing to wait, to give you the time you needed. When he extended his hand, the simple gesture carried a deeper weight, like a silent bridge between you.

"Trust me," his voice was soft but firm, carrying a calmness that somehow conveyed safety, even though the situation was completely unpredictable.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let on how your heart seemed to stumble in your chest.

"That’s asking too much," you joked, keeping your tone light even as the tension between you both was nearly tangible. Your hand hovered hesitantly in the air, not quite touching his.

Wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing your response. The playful smile returned, but there was something deeper hidden behind his gaze.

"Maybe it is," he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. "But you’ll have to take the risk."

Later that night, you and Wolf left the hotel, though it seemed like there was something more on his mind. Walking through the narrow streets of Barcelona, you noticed how his eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something specific. The city, illuminated by the soft glow of lights reflecting off the old stones, had an undeniable charm. The fresh night air was inviting, and although you didn’t know exactly where you were headed, there was a quiet confidence in the way he led the way.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to you with that signature smile of his.

“This again?” you teased, but the warmth in your chest betrayed the growing trust you truly felt.

He didn’t reply, just kept walking with you by his side. After a few minutes, you reached one of Barcelona’s most iconic landmarks: Park Güell. The main gate was closed at that hour, but Wolf seemed prepared. He found a discreet spot to climb over, and the mix of adrenaline and amusement as you scaled the fence made you laugh, momentarily forgetting about formalities.

When you finally reached the top of one of the park’s terraces, the view was breathtaking. The entire city stretched out before you, lit up like a sea of urban stars. The silence was broken only by a light breeze and the distant sounds of a city that never sleeps. Wolf sat down on one of the colorful mosaic benches and gave a small pat on the seat beside him, inviting you to join.

“Well? Was it worth it?” he asked, looking straight at you.

You gazed at the horizon, admiring the beauty of the city while feeling the weight of the moment between you.

“I’d say so,” you replied with a soft smile, glancing back at him.

Wolf didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He tilted his head, his playful smile softening into something more serious.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and captivating.

There was a moment of silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes. When he leaned in slightly closer, the air seemed to change, growing heavier with something you couldn’t quite name—courage, or maybe recklessness.

And then he moved in, stealing a quick kiss, full of intent. His lips brushed yours with initial lightness, as though testing the waters, but the warmth of the moment was undeniable.

You froze for a second, startled by his boldness, but soon felt your heart racing. Wolf pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes alight with a mix of mischief and tenderness.

“I thought you’d stop me,” he teased, his voice husky with anticipation.

Still tasting him on your lips, you smiled, a little hesitant but unable to deny the palpable attraction between you.

“I’m still deciding,” you replied, though your gaze betrayed your words.

Wolf chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep in your chest. He didn’t press further, but the intensity of the moment lingered, as if the kiss had been only the beginning of something neither of you dared to define just yet.

As you both sat there, looking out at the city side by side, the warmth of his presence was comforting, and the night seemed to take on a special meaning only the two of you understood.

The evening continued with an intensity you hadn’t expected but that felt natural, as though something long dormant had finally been given space to bloom. Wolf was careful, his gestures gentle yet firm, making it clear that the moment meant as much to him as it did to you.

The next morning, the light streaming through the thin curtains seemed brighter than usual, and it took you a few moments to get your bearings. The bed was still warm beside you, but when you turned your head, you realized Wolf wasn’t there. The spot where he had slept was already cold, indicating he’d been gone for some time.

A faint unease began to grow inside you. Maybe it was just your imagination, but something in the air felt different. Quickly dressing, you left the room, following the distant sound of muffled voices echoing down the hallway.

As you approached a small office at the end of the corridor, you immediately recognized the voices. You stopped near the slightly ajar door, your heart pounding as you listened. It was Wolf talking to someone. He sounded irritated, his voice firm but tinged with frustration.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, Silver,” he said, trying to keep his tone low, but it was clear he was holding something back.

“The plan?” Silver replied, their voice calm but with a calculated coldness that sent a chill down your spine. “You should know that unexpected things happen. We’re not here for romance, Wolf. You know what’s at stake.”

Romance? The word echoed in your mind like thunder. You felt your hands go cold as your mind scrambled to process what you were hearing. Wolf responded, his voice now quieter, almost inaudible, but his posture as he spoke was tense.

“She has nothing to do with this, Silver. I know what I’m doing.”

Silver let out a short, dry laugh.

“You think you do. But what you’ve done could jeopardize everything. We can’t afford distractions right now, especially when we’re so close.”

It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet. Distraction. Was that what you were to him? Every moment from the night before, every smile, every glance... was it all just a distraction?

Without realizing it, you took a step back, causing the door to creak slightly. The voices in the office stopped instantly. You didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest as you hurried back down the hallway.

When you reached your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overflow. The night before had been real to you, but now doubts were creeping in. Who was Wolf, really? And what exactly was at stake that you didn’t know about?

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. You didn’t answer, but Wolf’s voice came from the other side, calm yet laced with something that sounded... like concern.

“Can we talk?” he asked, not forcing his way in. “I know you heard. And I know how it must seem.”

You stayed silent for a moment, your hand hesitating on the doorknob. Opening that door would mean facing questions you weren’t sure you were ready to ask. But at the same time, a part of you wanted answers. Needed them.

Finally, you turned the knob and opened the door, facing Wolf with a mixture of distrust and expectation.

You felt a growing heat in your throat and mouth, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“You’re working with him?” Your voice was tense, and the air around you felt heavy.

He hesitated, and the silence that followed said more than any words could.

You didn’t know if you could trust anything anymore. All those feelings, that moment... now it all felt like a lie.

“So it was all a lie, then? All of it?” The bitterness in your voice was clear. The words came out heavier than you could control, and the weight of disappointment pressed against your chest.

He didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, as if searching for a way to explain himself. But nothing he could say seemed to make sense.

“It wasn’t a lie. Not all of it,” he finally said, trying to take a step closer to you.

But you stepped back.

“Not all of it?” you repeated, incredulous. “How am I supposed to trust you, Wolf? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

He seemed to struggle with his words, but before he could say anything else, you raised your hand, stopping him.

“Don’t say anything else. You’ve done enough,” your voice cracked. You took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

“Y/N…”

“No.”

With that, you turned away and grabbed your belongings, the weight of disappointment crushing your chest. Wolf didn’t try to follow you. He just stood there, watching you gather your things, knowing he had lost something he could never get back.

And as you walked away, you felt that this fight wasn’t just in the open. It was within you. Against the feelings that stubbornly lingered for someone who had broken your trust.