Scissor Me September.

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when no one has written the exact fic to scratch a very specific emotional itch and you absolutely do not have time to write it yourself but you still want to read it dammit

spot the difference,GO!

this man is like a cockroach. be just keeps coming back. can tumblr software ban him??

Hello and please listen! (Im sorry to bother you about this again if you've seen this but we have a really bad ongoing problem.)

We have banned this guy two times but we cannot give up. He is a PEDO. I wanna fight for her because I am a fan.

His user is @ lexnonscripta777 !!! He's back. (he changed his username)

if you don't know who or what has been happening, hes a grown adult man sexualizing a 16 year old actress. In his very original account he has made lewd art of her or claims he has known her for years (parasocial relationship) which means he started finding her attractive when she was around 9-11.

PLEASE REPORT HIM AND SHARE. We CANNOT let him have a platform!!

REPORT @ / lexnonscripta777

and please don’t apologize. i will always use any platform i have no matter the size for awareness and good.

ADDING TAGS FOR MORE EXPOSURE: @idontcare4urmom @bigbeefybitch @mattsfavbitchhh @chrizz444 @anna-sturniolo @chrissv4mp @kikisturnioloo

can a photo retake your virginity? asking for a friend.

so much attitude in this one man lemme ride it out of him

Pinned & Breathless

Vi x Reader

Tags: Vi x reader, training session, flirting, sfw, mention of fightning, sfw

Summary: You and Vi are having a training session, the tension is however tense and another emotion is in the air.

The underground gym in Zaun is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old leather and sweat. The distant drip drip of a leaky pipe echoes through the empty space, but all you can focus on is her.

Vi stands a few feet away, rolling her shoulders, muscles flexing beneath her tank top. The dim glow from a nearby neon sign paints her skin in a mix of pink and blue, making her look almost unreal.

"Alright, cupcake," she purrs, cracking her knuckles. "Show me what you got."

You take a steadying breath, hands clenched into fists. Vi’s been teasing you all night, her smirk never fading, her eyes flickering with that dangerous mix of confidence and something else, something you can’t quite place.

"Don’t hold back," she taunts, tilting her head. "Unless you wanna lose fast."

Oh, it’s on.

You lunge, aiming a quick strike at her ribs, but she’s already moving, sidestepping effortlessly. Before you can even register what’s happening, her fingers curl around your wrist, yanking you forward.

Your back slams onto the mat, and suddenly, she’s on top of you.

Close.

Too close.

Vi’s weight presses you into the floor, her body caging you in, her face just inches from yours. Her breath is warm against your skin, and her signature smirk is right there, teasing, knowing.

"Damn," she breathes, her voice low and husky. "That was cute. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna take me down, sweetheart."

Your pulse pounds in your ears, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. Her pink hair is tousled, strands falling into her eyes as she watches you with something unreadable, something dangerous.

You should be thinking about the fight. About winning.

Instead, all you can focus on is how good she looks above you.

"You gonna let me up, or are you just enjoying the view?" you challenge, arching a brow.

Vi chuckles, but she doesn’t move. If anything, she leans in just a little closer, her lips hovering dangerously near your ear.

"Maybe a little of both," she murmurs.

Your breath catches.

Before you can react, she suddenly grabs your wrist again, flipping you onto your stomach in a blur of movement. You barely have time to register what’s happening before she’s pinning you down again, this time with her knee pressing into the small of your back.

"Tsk tsk. Got distracted, huh?" Her voice is pure teasing, but there’s something darker underneath, something taunting and thrilling all at once.

You swallow hard, cheeks burning. She’s enjoying this way too much.

"Not fair," you mutter.

"Life ain’t fair, cupcake," she muses, her fingers trailing lightly, almost too gently, down your arm before she finally lets you go.

You flip onto your back, chest heaving, trying to glare at her but failing miserably.

Vi just grins, offering you a hand. "Wanna go again?"

You grab her wrist, but this time, you pull her down with you.

And when her breath hitches, you finally smirk back.

"Thought you’d never ask."

Vi’s eyes widen for a brief second as you pull her down on top of you. It’s as though the world freezes for a heartbeat, and for just a moment, it’s no longer about the fight or the training. It’s about her, her lips hovering just inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours, her heart beating loud in her chest.

You can feel the heat of her body pressing against yours, her muscles tensing as she braces herself, but her gaze never leaves yours. There's an electricity in the air, a challenge, a spark.

For a second, neither of you moves. The quiet hum of the city outside fades into the background, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint thrum of her pulse.

"You’re not gonna get me like that, cupcake," Vi finally growls, her voice a low purr as she presses down a little more, her knee dangerously close to your hip. She's playing with you.

You feel your pulse quicken, your stomach tightening with anticipation, but you don’t back down. Instead, you arch your back slightly, brushing your chest against hers. Her eyes flicker to your lips for a split second, then back to your eyes.

"Is that so?" you murmur, your voice just above a whisper, the challenge lingering between you. You slide one hand to her waist, your fingers lightly brushing her skin. The touch sends a shiver up your spine, and you can feel her tense under your palm.

Without warning, you use the leverage to twist her beneath you, now straddling her in a single fluid motion. You’ve got her pinned, and this time, you don’t intend to let her slip away so easily.

Vi's eyes widen with genuine surprise for the first time tonight, her lips parting as she looks up at you. She’s not smiling, not yet. Instead, her breath catches, and she shifts beneath you, her hands resting on your hips. The tension between you is palpable, the heat from her body almost suffocating.

"I guess you can learn," she says, her voice quieter, less teasing, more... soft. Her gaze drops to your lips again, and for a split second, you think she’s going to kiss you. But then, she smirks and tilts her head.

"But now you've really done it, cupcake. You’ve pissed me off."

You arch an eyebrow, your heart racing in your chest. “Oh? I’m not scared.”

Vi grins, a wicked glint in her eyes. Before you can even react, her hands shoot up, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down toward her. Her lips crash against yours in a fiery kiss, hungry, passionate, and full of the same wild energy that defines her. The world around you fades, and all that matters is her, the way her lips move against yours, the way her body presses against yours, her hands tangled in your hair.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, your bodies caught in the heat of the kiss, tangled together in a mix of adrenaline and desire.

When she finally pulls away, just enough to breathe, her lips curve into that mischievous grin you know all too well. She’s still got that spark in her eyes, but now it’s different. There’s something deeper there, something that says you’re not just a sparring partner anymore.

"Well, now this training session is really starting to get interesting," Vi murmurs, her voice thick with something raw and hungry.

You swallow, your heart racing in your chest. "I think I’m ready for the next round," you reply, voice a little more breathless than you meant.

"Good," she growls, flipping you over again, this time with far more intention. She’s on top now, and you can feel the wild energy radiating off her. This is no longer just a fight, it’s something else entirely. Something dangerous, thrilling, and very, very exciting.

And you’re more than ready for it.

masterlist !

NEVER BE LIKE YOU, chris sturniolo

synopsis… ( based on this ask ) or in which you used to treat chris terribly in highschool, now you’ve graduated and matured but you weren’t the only one who’s changed

warnings… mentions of bullying, rough sex, semi-public sex, degrading, edging, overstimulation, mean!chris, former bully!reader, creampie, perv!chris if you squint

you used to tell yourself that you would never go for matt and nick’s little brother. yes, you know that they are triplets but chris always seem’d so childish and annoying in your eyes. he used to trail after you like a pet and make stupid flirty comments or compliments.

you thought that chris sturniolo was thee most aggravating person to walk the planet. yet here you were staring at him from across the room. you nudged your friend, “hey when did chris get so cute?” you whispered. your friend shot you a deadpanned expression then rolled her eyes. “after graduation, guess he decided to do the whole glow up thing” she responds.

chris used to be the scrawny kid with messy short hair. now his curls framed his face in a godly way and whenever he moved a certain way, his muscles and veins flexed. you also noticed that when you walked into the house, he didn’t even acknowledge you like he used to.

“why do you care?”

“hm?”

“i said why do you care anyways, didn’t you used to hate him or some shit?”

you shrugged your shoulders. no secret that you used to practically torture the poor boy as if he was some servant or lapdog. chris used to do literally anything if it ment you would reward him even if the gift was as small as allowing him to hold your hand for five seconds. it was laughable at the time the way he acting like a wounded puppy whenever you got mad at him for the slightest thing.

your heart started racing when he looked up and stared dead into your eyes. those blue eyes that you used to not care for now made your body feel heated and achy. you broke contact as you felt your thighs squeeze for some type of relief. “m’gonna go to the bathroom” you mumbled to your friend as you got up.

you looked over yourself in the mirror. you always took pride into your appearance, a habit that stuck since high school. you turned around and opened the door but was shocked when met with chris looking down on his phone.

“uhm, hey” you quietly say causing him to look up at you. a small smirk appeared on his face as he turned his phone off and leans onto the door frame. “hi” he replied. you tried going past him but was pushed back into the bathroom. chris closes the door behind him with the lock without breaking eye contact.

“what are you doing” you say cautiously ask as you look between him and the door. chris shrugs, “just thought i’d talk to you for a sec” he says. as chris walks closer to you, you walk backwards till your back brushes the sink. chris traps you with his hands on either side of you as he looks down with a mischievous smile.

“never thought i’d see that day where little miss royalty would get so nervous around me” he laughs. your breath started to pick up as he leans down closer and closer till your lips brush. you squealed in surprise when chris roughly turns you around so you were leaning on the sink with your back facing him.

you felt him breathing down your neck as his hands lightly trailed down your sides. you let out a sigh and let your head drop back onto his shoulder while your eyes closed. chris starts chuckling then removes his hands. “remember when you used to make me do your homework just so i could sit next to you?” he asks.

you opened you eyes and look at him with a sad expression. “m’sorry for treating you like that back then” you say in a small voice. chris roughly grabs your waist and pushes you off him. you gasped as you felt him bring your hips to meet his growing bulge. “i saw you staring at me earlier” he says, “didn’t know you let yourself go enough to want to fuck a loser” he sneered. you frowned to yourself at the memory.

“be serious for a second chris. i’d never fuck a loser like you” you laughed.

you couldn’t lie, you were a regina george back then. chris was such a sweet guy to you too, he always treated you like a princess even though you already had the royal status at school. you were his number one priority and you took advantage of that. you used him back then. now it was his turn to use you.

you bit your lip to hide the moan as chris grinded your lower half’s together. “chris everyone’s out there” you reminded him. chris laughs, “don’t be loud then. unless you want them to hear you act like a whore” he taunts. your dress was pushed up and your laced underwear was yanked down.

“who knew your clothes could get even more slutty after high school” chris grumbled. you always wore clothes that would be at the brink of the dress code. now that those bullshit rules can’t effect you, you wore even more revealing stuff whenever you didn’t have any important place to go to.

your breath hitched as you felt his thumb swipe the arousal from your folds. you looked up to the mirror infront of you as you saw chris suck his thumb off with a groan erupting from his throat. “waiting so long to taste you” he whispered. he brought his hand back down and inserted two fingers into your dripping cunt as he bit his lip.

you moaned as you locked eyes with him in the mirror then brought your hand up to cover your mouth. chris smiled as he worked his fingers in a rapid pace, not caring for how hard it was for you to keep your voice as low as possible. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

but chris saw your pleasured expression. he yanked his fingers out of you and slapped your ass. you whined at the lost feeling then whimpered as you felt chris get a tight hold on your hair, yanking your head back. “you don’t deserve to fucking cum” he grunted in your ear.

chris pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to release his aching cock. a sigh of relief fell from his lips as he stroked himself slightly. he lined himself up to your wet hole then pushed in with slight aggression. a muffled moan left your mouth as you tightened the hand that covered it .

you heard chris breathing heavily and felt his fingers dig into your skin. he moved his hips slightly as if he was testing the waters meanwhile you were using his delay as time to try adjusting to his size. chris was definitely bigger than any other guy you fucked and you were starting to regret not taking his offer for a date two years ago.

as soon as chris decided that he was ready, he rocked his hips slowly then picked up the pace. his thrust were aggressive. harsh. needy. as if he wanted to fuck his anger into you. but also can’t get enough of you. you had one hand trying to balance yourself on the sink counter while the other still covered the moans and whimpers that fell from your lips.

“waiting so fucking long to stretch this pussy” he groans. somehow the aggression grew more rough and since chris was already a bit too big, it felt like he was abusing your cunt. you took your hand off your mouth then reached back to try to push him away. chris laughs as he roughly pins your hand onto the counter.

“are you trying to run from me? thought this is what you wanted” he snarled, “i always give you want you want, don’t i? fucking spoiled brat” his voice was laced with venom. you felt your eyes water but couldn’t tell if it was from pain, pleasure, or regret.

“mhm chris!” you squealed as you felt him brush your cervix. you caught a glimpse of his face, a smile as he bit his lip while watching you through the mirror. “‘member when you called me a whiny bitch? look at you now, crying on my dick” he laughs. you close your eyes as the vivid memory flashed into your brain.

“but you promised” he mumbled. you rolled your eyes, “don’t tell me you’re gonna cry you whiny bitch” you mocked.

“m’sorry! m’so sorry!” you cried. your knuckles grew white as your grip on the counter tightened. the familiar knot in your stomach reappeared, this time even tighter than before. “ch-chris! gonna cum!” you warned. his cock didn’t stop ramming into your now puffy cunt. “yeah? gonna make a mess on me?” he muttered.

you nodded repeatedly as you felt your self at the brink of an orgasm. your vision went blurry with white splotches as you felt yourself release on chris’s cock. “t-to much..” you tried saying in shaken voice. you couldn’t even breathe properly, it felt like he was rearranging your guts. the overstimulation was overwhelming but fuck it felt so good.

it finally dawned on you that this wasn’t for your pleasure but his. chris was actively using you as a sleeve to wet his dick and to get back at you for all those years. you felt him pull you closer as if he was hugging you from the back. you felt his sweaty forehead touching the back of your neck.

“finally get to fill you up- fuck” he moaned as you found yourself coming to your second orgasm. with the rest of your strength, you slammed your hand onto the counter as you felt yourself somewhat peeing on him. you heard chris whimpering as he tightened his hold on you and tried pulling you closer.

a series of curses left his mouth as his load pumped into you with sloppy thrust. you couldn’t help letting out a loud moan as chris gives you one final harsh thrust before pulling out. you felt your knees buckle after chris removes himself from you. you watched through your wet lashes as he fixes his clothes and pockets your underwear.

as chris exits the bathroom, you tried lifting yourself up with the help of the counter. you felt the thick sticky mixture of your fluids and his load dripping out of you. through the crack of the door you heard matt telling chris that everyone else left to get food then asked why you both took so long to which chris replied by saying ‘you needed help in the bathroom’.

xoxo, kairo

nothin but matt lookin fucked out

Fitz: what are you, 12?

Keefe: yeah, on a scale from 1-10

⭑ need to get high with sevika.

you feel so smooth. every move you make feels so languidly, beautifully slow. a gorgeous indica blend. you feel so sexy, your eyes are low, and so is the cut in your top which sevika is completely ogling. all according to plan, obviously. you didn’t wear that and these extremely thin sleep shorts for nothing.

“got a real starin’ problem,” your voice brings her eyes back up to your face, yet they remain unfazed. she holds the same heady, starved gaze she had staring at your tits. yet she quickly cracks back at you.

“sorry, who are you wearing that top for?” mm and she sounds too good. she already has such an attractive voice, and her high has her speaking a little husky. you have to focus kinda hard not to rub your thighs together. she takes a hit from the blunt and ghosts, exhaling the smoke through her nose. eye contact the. whole. time.

you know it’s your turn but she doesn’t pass it, just babysits until you break free of this staring contest and move toward her on the couch. “c’moon, don’t be stingy.”

you hold your hand out expectantly at her, and she just adjusts her lap, expectantly. you get the message (and you’re not complaining), slotting yourself onto her comfortably and plucking the blunt from her fingers in the process.

exhaling the smoke from your pull out into the room, you’re breathing deeply. being able to feel the strength in her thighs beneath you makes a pulse appear in your cunt. she’s so rideable and she’s looking up at you so intently. your need just starts to explode and speedily rises to the surface. sevika, already knowing and just as worked up, starts massaging your ass, slipping her hand into your shorts.

“look at thaatt. you’re wearing no panties but i’m the problem?” her fingers are soo warm, immediately sliding between your lips. the slightest bit of friction makes you jolt, twitching and hazily whining above her. she slows, groans out a “fuck..” so in awe of your reactions, of you.

“put it out, mama. i need you on your back.”

(men + minors dni!)

ITS SO FUNNY WHEN THIS HAPPENS LMAOO